Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2001 13:50:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Orrin Rush <orrinrush@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Lifeguard
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
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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 49
At their first meeting, Tony was very businesslike in his
presentation to Edward, changing the facts wherever it suited
his purposes.
He blamed the whole thing on a mix-up, that he hadn't
intended that the tape be posted, that the mob had done it of
their own accord and were now blaming him for the
repurcussions.
Tony went on to ask Edward for a "loan" of the full amount
the mob wanted, promising to repay him in a few months from a
"deal" he was working on.
Edward knew nothing about what had happened, but wasn't
surprised at the ferocity and speed of our retaliation.
"I've warned you, Tony, Dave Rush plays hardball," he told
him.
Tony pleaded and begged, citing the millions he'd saved
Edward by selling out his own Union membership. He also
tried to play on Edward's desire to exact revenge from "that
sonofabitch Rush", something he promised to be able to do as
soon as the Union election was won.
Edward was non-committal, but promised Tony an answer the
following day.
Evidently the minute he got home, Edward called his brother.
"You won't believe what that idiot Ruzillo has done now,"
Edward told John. "He's squandered his one trump card and
wants me to bail him out."
Edward explained what had happened and what Tony wanted from
him.
"It wouldn't be a loan, but a gift to save his hide. He'll
never pay it back, and he's washed up at the Union, so he's
of no further use to us anyway. The election's already lost.
I think it's time for a short vacation. Would you care to
join me?"
- - - - -
Since we weren't supposed to know about any of this, all we
could do was sit back and watch.
The Union election was set for October, several weeks after
our planned trip to France. When I suggested to Eric that we
go for the full two weeks, he was happy as a little kid. I
had a few surprises for him up my sleeve too.
I made arrangements with "The General", as Sam, our Director
of Flight Operations was now affectionately called, to have
the plane at our disposal for the full two weeks. He wasn't
happy, but I did outrank him.
Eric went to work on preparations for the trip and so did I.
We did NOT compare notes! He spent a lot of time closeted
with Jacques, working on our wardrobe, I assumed. We were
both fitted for new tuxedos as well as white tie outfits.
Hoping to spend some time on the "clothing optional" beaches,
Eric prepared for that too. He wanted to get an all-over
tan, and cajoled me into joining him in the effort. The
parts of our bodies that were normally covered by swimsuits
had never been exposed to the sun, so we took it slowly. The
last thing I wanted was a sunburned dick!
An hour or two a day in the sun was our regimen. At first,
it was hilarious. The minute we'd strip and take a look at
each other, our dicks rose to attention. Eric came up with a
pleasant solution, though. Before applying lotion, he gave
me a quick blowjob, and the same worked on him. Soon we were
relaxed and didn't need them, leaving more energy for our
nighttime romps.
Sarah took off a week before the festivities were to begin,
taking Annie and Tina with her. Tina wasn't too excited
about leaving her boyfriend for three whole weeks, but
revisiting France and having an opportunity to show Annie
around renewed her enthusiasm.
Eric had gotten a party schedule from Sarah, and went over it
with me. "She sends this out so everybody'll know what
clothes to bring," he told me. "She also expects everybody
to let her know which parties they'll be coming to. She's
expecting us for EVERYTHING!" he giggled.
I glanced over the list. There were "theme" dinners, just
plain old "formal dinners", an evening at the casino, an
evening at the Opera, the masquerade ball, and the Grand Ball.
"Jacques and I have all of our clothes ready," Eric told me.
"We're not going to be 'traveling light' on this trip!"
I didn't ask for details. Frankly, I was afraid to.
- - - - -
Since threats were still coming in, Bob insisted that we take
a Security Detail along with us, suggesting Ricky and Alex.
Eric and I agreed to this after Bob promised us that the boys
would stay as far in the background as possible, just inside
"Panic Button" range.
"I wonder how they'll react to the 'nudie' beaches?" Eric
laughed.
"They'll do whatever it takes to fit in," Bob assured us.
"I'll take extra sun block for them," Eric offered, still
laughing.
It was more like mounting an expedition than taking a
pleasure trip. The mountain of luggage seemed to grow every
day, and we were traveling with a fucking entourage for
chrissakes! Seven in all, including the two pilots.
"Life sure seems to be getting complicated," I commented to
Eric.
"Do you realize what it means, though?" he asked.
"Not a clue," I told him.
"Just to be invited to this event means that we've 'arrived'
socially. It usually takes several generations or a title to
even qualify for an invitation. I know you don't care much
about 'society' as such, but it's sure a heady experience for
me."
I took him in my arms. "For you, my love, I'd endure just
about anything. Hell, who knows, I may even enjoy it."
- - - - -
We landed in Nice in midmorning, their time. Jacques handled
the immigration officer who came aboard, showing him all of
our passports, which was all that was required.
Annie and Tina were there to meet us, along with a fleet of
Rolls Royce Limos. The girls were all smiles, more animated
than I'd seen them in quite a while.
"Looks like you guys are having fun," I commented.
"Oh, we are," they chorused. "We've spent the whole week
exploring," Annie said. "Tina's a great guide, and her
French is pretty good too which helps. We've been trying to
stay out of Sarah's way."
"The festivities start tonight," Tina said, "a little
'intimate' dinner - for fifty!"
"Looks like you brought everything you own," Annie quipped
while watching the unloading process that Jacques was
directing.
"Not quite," Eric chuckled. "I think I left a couple pairs
of socks at home."
The girls said good by and went off on their own, and the
rest of us headed off to wherever we would be staying.
"We'll need a whole floor with this mob," I said to Eric.
"We're not staying at a hotel," he grinned. I grinned back,
not giving him the satisfaction of begging for information.
Our "convoy" wound through the picturesque town, then down to
the waterfront. We got out at a marina and Jacques led us
over to a waiting runabout, handing all of us aboard. "I'll
be on the next trip with the luggage," he told us.
The driver headed out into the bay where scores of yachts
were lying at anchor. They weren't that far out, and we
pulled alongside one of the larger ones. "This'll be home
for the next two weeks," Eric announced. "Lots of privacy."
"What do you think?" Eric asked when we were shown to our
stateroom.
"I think it's a great idea," I told him, taking him into my
arms and pushing him over onto the king-sized bed. "This is
going to be a lot of fun."
Reluctantly, and half hard, we got up to look around. We
passed Jacques with a gang of crewmen carrying our luggage on
our way to the deck. This yacht wasn't quite as big as the
one we'd had in Greece, and was designed more for comfort.
Ron and Jason were standing at the rail on the aft deck
talking to the Captain. We were introduced, and were told
that he and his crew were at our complete disposal. Since we
weren't sailing anywhere, he said lifeboat drill was
unnecessary, but asked us to locate the life vests that were
in our "cabin".
Stewards were setting up a buffet on deck, and one brought us
drinks. "This boat belongs to some of Sarah's friends," Eric
explained. "They aren't coming to the party this year, so I
was able to rent it from them, with Sarah's help, of course."
After a long leisurely lunch, we all decided to just lay
around for the rest of the day. Ron and Jason were tired and
went to their cabin to get some sleep.
Eric filled Ricky and Alex in on what to expect, at least our
nighttime activities.
Sarah's "villa" looked more like a chateau to me. It was
enormous, the exterior lighted with floodlights that could be
seen as soon as we entered the long drive. We were met by a
butler and ushered into a huge hall that was almost medieval.
We weren't the first to arrive, people were scattered around
the huge room sitting and standing in groups. Sarah spotted
us and came over, giving Eric a hug first. I think she was
genuinely pleased to see us.
"Come on," she said, "I'll introduce you around."
While we were mingling, I saw Annie and Tina come in. They
both looked stunning. I noticed that Annie was wearing the
pearls I'd given her, and Tina was wearing a delicate
necklace of diamonds that I hadn't seen before.
Seeing that we were busy, they joined a group of younger
people, and I turned my attention back to the conversation at
hand. The people we were meeting spoke with a variety of
accents, British, French, Italian and some I couldn't place.
I did recognize some of the names, though. These were the
movers and shakers of the world.
I made an attempt to remember names, but vowed to myself to
stick close to Eric who would remember them all and cue me.
We did run into someone we knew, Tom and Denise, the
Philadelphia bluebloods that had been at one of Eric's
parties in New York.
It appeared that a lot of these people knew a helluva lot
more about us than we did about them. The questions they
asked about the New Hampshire case and our gold mine made
that clear.
When we got around to Tina and Annie's group, I noticed right
away that a very goodlooking guy had his arm around Annie's
waist, very possessively. He dropped it when we came up, but
seemed to do so reluctantly.
Annie was sparkling, and Tina was closely watching my
reaction when we were introduced. His name was Hans
something or other, German.
Dinner was announced and we filed into another enormous
room. This one was long, at least a hundred feet, with a
vaulted ceiling about forty feet up. Four refectory tables
went down the center that would seat at least a hundred.
Only two tables were set for that evening's dinner, and there
were placecards. Not surprisingly, Eric and I were
separated, and the girls were not seated anywhere close to
either of us.
There was no lack of conversation and I jumped right in. The
people around me were friendly, interesting, and a wide range
of subjects came up. Although I was a bit hesitant at first,
since I really didn't know these people, they made me feel
comfortable right away.
I could see that Eric was right in the middle of things too,
but couldn't see either of the girls. I knew they'd be
holding their own, though, too.
After a marvelous dinner, we migrated back to the main hall
where cordials were served from carts. Eric joined me, and
we talked some more with our new-found friends.
"Have fun?" he asked on the way back to the boat.
"Sure did," I told him enthusiastically. "It was a lot less
formal than I expected, and the conversation was sure
stimulating."
"It's downright cold in here," I commented as we slid into
bed. "In my opinion, it's nicer outside. This air
conditioning works too damned well."
"We have choices," Eric giggled. "We can snuggle and keep
warm, or..." He reached over and hit a button and the roof
started silently sliding back. "We can watch the stars," he
continued.
"I'm definitely voting for stars," I told him, lying back so
I could look up, dragging him with me.
"It's not as clear as Arizona," he said.
"It'll sure do, though," I answered.
He rolled onto me for a long and tender kiss. My hands
roamed all over his body, pulling him tighter into me. Our
hard dicks touched and rubbed together, but that wasn't the
primary stimulus. For me, at least, it was mental, the
feeling of oneness with the man in my arms, the love that was
flowing from him.
We rolled, him on top, me on top, back and forth, the
feelings intensifying. It was a whole-body experience and I
didn't want to end it by intentionally moving toward orgasm.
We continued to build, gripping each other tighter and
tighter, the waves of feelings flowing between us. We built
higher and higher, the euphoric pleasure threatening to
explode.
"I need you," he whispered.
I grabbed the lube and with a slick finger began preparing
him. His moans told me that I'd been right, that he wanted
me IN him.
Barely changing position, I slowly entered him. I hadn't
thought I could go any higher, but I did. The mental high
continued to grow and was joined by the tactile stimulation
of his flesh encasing mine.
My strokes were slow, loving, and angled so that the rim of
my cock rubbed his prostate on the way in and on the way out.
He didn't push back, letting me provide the stimulation,
going higher and higher but not pressing for climax.
Then it happened. His internal muscles tightened on me, then
began to pulse, pulling me along with him up to and over the
edge. It wasn't as violent as usual. He twitched and
spasmed beneath me, his dick against my stomach pumping his
love between us. Gently we descended to earth, not loosening
our holds on each other, my head next to his.
"That was beautiful," he murmured in my ear. "God, the
things that you do to me."
We basked in the afterglow, allowing the incredible
sensations to subside gradually.
"I've never ever felt your love so strongly," he said, "it
took over my whole body."
- - - - -
When we emerged in the morning, Tina and Annie were sitting
on deck waiting for us. They both had conspiratorial grins.
I ignored them until a steward had served coffee.
"What's up, guys?" I asked.
Tina giggled and Annie blushed. I waited.
"Annie's got a boyfriend," Tina sang.
"Man, you work fast!" I said to Annie.
"DAD!"
"Well, which one?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Hans," she murmured.
"Is he the one with the cute buns?" Eric asked.
"ERIC!"
By now, all three of us were laughing, Annie was bright red.
"Don't tell me YOU didn't notice," Eric continued.
"Well, sorta," she admitted, "but there's a lot more to him
than that."
"I'll BET!" Eric chuckled.
Annie took a playful swing at him. "I'm trying to be serious!"
"Ok, tell us about him," I said between chuckles.
"He's a nice German boy," she said. "Good family, hell, he's
a real live prince!"
"Will we have to call you 'Your Highness'?" Eric asked, still
giggling.
"NO! And don't you call him that either, he hates it," she
shot back. "He's rich, too," she added defiantly.
"How'd you meet him?" I asked.
"He's another one of Sarah's 'boys'," she said. "See, Eric,
you're not the only one!"
"You really like him?" I asked.
"He's cute, fun, and he has LIFE!" she said. "I also told
him about you two, and he just laughed at how uptight I was.
Europeans have a different attitude."
"That's good. When do we get to meet him - informally?" I
asked.
"I was wondering if you could have us over for lunch
tomorrow?"
"Sounds good to me," I said, nodding toward Eric. He nodded
back. "We'll be gone Tuesday," I said, watching Eric's
reaction.
"Where are we going?" he asked me.
"To Rome, shopping," I told him nonchalantly. He just
grinned at me.
"Can we go too?" Tina asked.
"If you want. We're leaving early..." I said.
"What're you guys doing today?" Annie asked.
"We're gonna check out the nudie beaches," Eric giggled.
"Oh God," Annie groaned. "Don't let anyone see you!"
"That's the whole idea," Eric laughed, "let them see it ALL!"
"You guys!" she said, rolling her eyes.
- - - - -
Sunning in the nude in our own backyard was one thing, being
naked on a public beach was a different matter. Quite
frankly, I had mixed emotions about actually doing it, but
Eric was rarin' to go. I had little choice.
Ricky and Alex, who would accompany us, were excited too, but
fearful of getting their dicks burned. Eric gave them the
sunscreen he'd brought for them.
We waited until we found deck chairs before stripping. Eric
had learned beach etiquette from Jacques.
My biggest fear was that I'd spring a woodie, but looking
around, saw that there wasn't much that'd stimulate me.
It wasn't such a big deal afterall. Being Sunday, there was
quite a crowd strolling the "shingle" beach - pebbles instead
of the sand we were used to, and after much cajoling by Eric,
we joined them. Alex followed us at a discreet distance,
Ricky was in no condition to move, having a roaring hardon
that he covered with a towel.
"See, it's not so bad," Eric said.
"I'm fine as long as I don't look at YOU," I told him.
- - - - -
Annie and Hans showed up around noon. Eric and I considered
ourselves "on vacation" so we felt it Ok to have a drink or
two. Hans declined the offer of one.
Not only did Hans have cute buns, he was "cute" all over.
Very athletic, and a bundle of energy.
Conversation was easy, Hans confident and self assured. It
seemed that sports were his passion, skin diving, water and
snow skiing, and just about everything else.
I'd had Bob fax me background information on him, not so much
to check him out as to learn more about him. Annie never
gave us anything to work from.
He talked about his work at Koenigsburg, his family's heavy
industry company in Germany. It turned out that they'd sold
us a lot of equipment over the years. Their electronics
company made the copiers that we were buying by the score, in
fact, they'd just gotten a big order from Lundborg Rush.
He didn't have to tell us that he was an aristocrat, that was
way too obvious. His manners were impeccable, and everything
about him shouted education and good breeding.
Annie informed us that Hans was joining us the next day on
our trip to Rome, and that they'd meet us at the airport
early.
On their way out, Annie gave me a hug and whispered "Thank
you" in my ear. Evidently, we had behaved.
- - - - -
"Well, whaddya think?" I asked Eric.
"Pretty impressive," he said. "He gets my stamp of approval."
"Mine too," I said. "He seems like the type of guy Annie's
been looking for." I told him about my conversation with
Annie a while ago, and how she was looking for somebody with
"life".
"He seems to have a lot of THAT," he agreed. "In fact, the
best word to describe him is "Dashing", kinda like old Errol
Flynn."
"About tomorrow..." I said. Eric hadn't said a word about
the trip after I'd surprised him with the announcement. "My
original intention was that it'd just be the two of us, but
now that we've got a cast of thousands, things have changed a
bit."
"What were you planning?"
"Just fly over, do a little shopping, have a romantic lunch
in the Piazza Navona, then come back here."
"Why can't we still do that? Ricky and Alex will stay out of
the way, and the rest can do their own thing," he said. "Are
we 'shopping' for anything in particular?"
"We have an appointment at Brioni for suits," I told him.
"I've heard of them."
"I've been buying suits from them since the late '60's. None
lately, and I'd like to load up, nothing 'off the rack', but
custom tailored. We'll have to go back for fittings in a
few days, too."
"Sounds like fun. I've never owned a 'custom tailored' suit,"
he said.
"Wait'll you see the fabrics they have. I want at least one
raw silk, and the way they cut them, they can make even my
saggy ass look good. I can only imagine what they'll do with
yours!"
"I like your ass just the way it is," he said seriously.
"Thank you, my love, but I don't think you'll object when you
see what they can do. Hell, I'm vain too, and anything that
is an improvement makes me feel better."
"If it makes you feel better, I'm all for it," he said. "How
many are you planning to get?"
"At least a half dozen, more if I find fabrics I like," I
told him.
- - - - -
Surprisingly, the kids were already on board when we
arrived. I made sure everybody had their passports, then we
got ready for takeoff.
Hans said all the appropriate things about the plane, and
Eric and I settled in for the short flight, my arm around him.
Hans came over to discuss our plans for the day. "You guys
are on your own," I told him. "We've got some shopping we
want to do, and a few other things, so why don't we meet back
at the airport around 4:00?"
Hans assured us that he "knew" Rome and would show the girls
around. He admitted that Annie had a list of shops that she
wanted to visit, so they'd be shopping too. He didn't seem
to mind, which surprised me a little. He hadn't appeared to
be the "shopping" kind. Annie was getting him trained FAST!
Immigration met the plane, and in what appeared to be perfect
Italian, Hans took care of the formalities.
- - - - -
There were bolts of fabric spread out everywhere. I looked
over the raw silks and picked a dark charcoal for my first
suit. Eric was looking at the piles pensively, picking up
bolts and looking at them closely, having a hard time
deciding.
"Buy them all," I suggested, "you won't be sorry."
"I just might," he said, starting a pile of the fabrics he
liked.
My pile grew too, I didn't pay any attention to how many.
Then it was time for the tailors to measure us. They had us
strip down to our underwear for this, and Eric got the
giggles. He also got the beginnings of a woody when the guy
measured his inseam with one hand on his balls.
We agreed to come back in a week for fittings then walked to
the Piazza Navona for lunch.
It was sunny and warm, the piazza was populated by tourists,
so we "people watched" and talked.
There were several sights that Eric wanted to see, but except
for the Trevi Fountain, we decided to see them when we came
back for fittings.
We tossed coins over our shoulder at the Fountain with Alex
snapping pictures. It was kind of rushed, but we'd wasted
several hours over lunch.
- - - - -
Seeing the same people every night for dinner, we got to know
a lot of them fairly well. I won't say that we were the star
attractions, but we did get more than our share of attention.
Sarah's guests were an interesting mixture. Royalty,
business tycoons, politics and the arts were all
represented. They all had three things in common, though,
money, prestige and social position. These were the people
that you "heard about" but didn't see in the papers much.
These were the people who REALLY ran the world.
Business was one of the many topics of discussion, but more
in abstract terms. One did not mention money in these
circles.
I spent some time talking with Count whassisname from the
recently freed country in Northern Europe. He insisted that
I call him by his first name, Karol, which made it much
easier for me. Karol held no official position in his
government, but it was pretty obvious that he had a lot of
influence over what happened there.
He still wanted us to take a look at the possibilities in his
country, but understood our "wait and see" position. His
country, he said, had avoided many of the problems that the
other former Soviet Socialist Republics faced - corruption and
organized crime. Foreign investment was welcome and was
flourishing.
I explained that Metalco's market was totally domestic, that
we'd never ventured into the European market, but, thinking
about LR's entry into the music CD and DVD market, locating
production facilities in his Country might have merit, so
promised him that we very well might be coming to look over
the situation soon. The fact that they were in line to join
the EEC would be a very positive factor.
Both Eric and I made a lot of other potentially valuable
contacts. Who knows when it would be helpful to know someone
somewhere who could either lend a helping hand or open doors
for us. Of course, we would be happy to reciprocate if the
opportunity arose, which I'm sure many of our acquaintences
saw as well. I believe it's called "Networking", but
certainly at an exalted level.
The week's parties had definitely been a "warmup" with the
real festivities to start with the Masquerade Ball on
Saturday night.
Sarah wasn't having a dinner that night, so we invited the
kids to the boat for an early buffet on deck. Tina brought
her escort for the evening along, the son of an Italian auto
mogul.
Everyone was very secretive about the costumes they'd be
wearing. I couldn't spill the beans about what we'd be
wearing because I still didn't know myself.
When it came time to dress, Eric and Jacques got these
devilish grins on their faces.
In our cabin, Eric's first instruction was to "strip".
I obeyed, wondering what in the hell I was getting into, but
Eric also took all of his clothes off. Jacques came in with
a huge armload of stuff.
I stood as directed, and the first thing to go on was a beige
linen wrap-around kilt-like affair that fastened with velcro.
"Hey, no way am I wearing this without jockeys," I told
them. "I'll get a hardon and embarass myself for sure!"
"No you won't," Eric argued. "I'm not planning on wearing
any."
"I guess you think you've got better control," I said, "but I
don't trust myself." I went over and whispered something in
his ear, then stood back to watch his reaction.
His dick slowly started to fill out and lengthen. Seeing
that, my own started to rise.
"I see your point," Eric giggled. "I know you, too, you'd do
that to me at the party, wouldn't you?"
"You can count on it," I told him, laughing.
"You win," he said. "We'll both wear jockeys. Hell, maybe
I'd better wear a jock just to be on the safe side. I know
you'll try to pull something."
"I'll pull this," I said, reaching out to give him a few
playful strokes, getting harder by the minute myself.
"OK, OK, you made your point!"
The next thing to go on was a huge, gold, beaded collar. It
went from shoulder to shoulder and down to my nipples.
"Who the hell am I gonna be when you sadists get through with
me?" I asked.
"A Pharaoh," Eric said while Jacques snickered. "We have to
put on your makeup before the headdress goes on."
"No way!" I protested. "I DON'T wear makeup!"
"Aw, come on, do it for me," Eric said in his little boy
begging voice. "It's just eyeliner and paint your eyebrows
black."
I rolled my eyes heavenward. He could talk me into anything!
"OK," I said, "just don't gob it on."
I sat and Jacques was right there with his makeup kit.
"It'll look authentic," he assured me. "Very masculine at
that time."
I closed my eyes while Jacques ran something along both my
upper and lower eyelids, then started on my eyebrows. "If we
wear masks, won't this shit get smeared all over?" I asked.
"Sarah told me that very few people wear masks," Eric told
me, "so we won't, either."
Next came the false beard. This one was made out of
styrofoam, and painted in blue and gold. "You'll have to
hold still while the glue sets up," Eric warned me. "I
figured that'd be more comfortable than wearing a chin strap."
When it felt like the beard was securely attached, they
slipped the headdress on. It was made of cloth, gold lame
and blue silk with a gold vulture and cobra sticking up at
the front.
I guess I was complete because they let me walk over and take
a look at myself in the mirror. I was impressed! I looked
very much like an older version of King Tut, very authentic,
and, in my opinion, unrecognizable.
"How about shoes?" I asked. "Tennies just won't cut it," I
chuckled.
Eric handed me a pair of gold thongs. "These'll be better,"
he said.
I slipped on a pair of jockeys before I put the shoes on.
It was my turn to watch. Eric got the same makeup treatment
and beard. His costume was identical to mine except wherever
mine was gold, his was silver. He was absolutely stunning.
"Glad we have good tans," he said. "We need them with all
this skin showing."
"Good thing it's warm, too," I added, "or we'd freeze our
asses off."
"You look fabbbbulous, darling," Eric told me in his best
Billy Crystal voice, and gave me a big kiss, almost knocking
my beard off.
"Better put on shorts or I'll play with your bare butt all
night," I warned him.
On deck, Alex took pictures of us, then we were off.
- - - - -
Sara's villa had an honest-to-God ballroom. It was much
larger than the main hall and was decorated to look like
Venice. The only things missing were the pigeons.
Our entrance was most definitely noticed. Afterall, we were
a bit on the spectacular side, and getting "into" the spirit
of things, I didn't mind a bit.
We stood out from the dozens of Marie Antoinette getups and
knee breeches. Annie and Hans were 'Lil Abner and Daisy
Mae. Hans had the body for the rustic costume with big boots
and Annie was voluptuous enough to really look like Daisy.
Tina and her date were Sultan and harem girl. They looked
pretty spectacular too. At least all of our tribe were
"different" from the predominant French period costumes.
Sarah was Queen Victoria in black, dripping with pearls.
"Your whole family is so imaginative!" she said.
"It's all Eric's fault," I laughed, "for the two of us,
anyway."
"Dance with me," she demanded of Eric, "you're the best
looking man here!"
"Flattery..." he said as he guided her onto the floor,
laughing.
I totally agreed with her, however.
The music was slow, something I could handle if I had to.
Someone cut-in on Eric, and we went to find a table. Even
without masks, I doubt I would've known any of the others at
the table. As usual, friendly Eric knew everyone within
minutes, introducing me as he went.
Masked waiters and waitresses circulated, passing out drinks
and little tidbits to eat. One of the friendlier ladies at
the table asked me to dance. What the hell, I accepted.
It was kind of fun, even though I had to watch it so I didn't
knock my false beard off. "Your lover is a very handsome
man," she commented, shocking me.
"I think so too," I answered, playing it straight.
"Pity those magnificent genes won't be passed along. Is he
smart?"
"Brilliant, actually," I said.
"My God! You must let him be a sperm donor!"
That, thank the Lord, was the end of dance and our
conversation.
Hell, I'd jack him off if he wanted to be a sperm donor. It
was something I'd never thought about before.
I danced another dance with an unknown woman who did more
than a little crotch rubbing. It certainly didn't do
anything for me. The tempo picked up substantially and Eric
and I went out the French doors to the terrace.
"Damn, what a bunch of horny women," he commented.
"You too?" I asked.
"They can't leave us studs alone," he giggled. "I guess
they've got to try for the unattainable."
We danced and talked and drank. I talked, Eric danced. I
guess that's what one does at a "Ball". The mood was light
and there were a lot of sexual undertones. The women were
coming on like gangbusters, and a lot of men, some very
attractive, did some serious cruising too.
I must admit that the attention gave my ego a big boost, but
had no interest in pursuing anything with anybody. Why? Of
course, Eric got more than his share of attention. I watched
the women openly stare, and the men trying to be covert in
their admiration, glancing and licking their lips.
I spent a little time talking with the girls and their
dates. Hans was a real charmer and ever so attentive to
Annie. Eric was right, the only way to describe him was
"dashing".
Although Gianni was obviously smitten by Tina, she was her
light-spirited self just having a good time.
After a very elaborate Midnight Supper, more talking and more
dancing, Eric and I decided it was time to call it a night.
The car reeked of cum. I glanced at Eric but didn't say
anything. Ricky knew and even in the darkness, his red face
was obvious. Alex just had a contented look on his face.
On the way out to the boat Ricky confided in us that that
night was the first time they'd been able to seduce the
driver. "Insatiable, too," he said, "couldn't get enough
cock once he let himself enjoy it."
We all sat on the deck for a nightcap, talking about the
party. After a trip to our cabin, Eric asked the boys if
they'd give us a little privacy which they gladly did, and
said that they'd stay just inside so that we wouldn't be
disturbed.
"It's time for me to take care of MY Pharaoh," Eric said,
holding up the bottle of lube. "I want you standing, just
like I was the very first time."
"Only if I have something to hold onto," I told him.
I didn't have Amun's gold dick to grab, so I found a high
railing that offered something to hang onto.
Eric took off his kilt and his shorts, then undressed me,
leaving the collar and headdress on. Silently, he liberally
lubed both hands then stood in front of me, taking my hard
dick in both his hands. His eyes never left mine as he
gently stroked, working me slowly but forcefully. I tried to
concentrate on the sensations, but the love in his eyes made
focusing difficult.
I managed to let go, stopped trying to channel my thought
processes. It took only seconds before a violent orgasm
overtook me and I was shooting all over him. He milked out
every drop then grabbed my hips to steady me. I was
definitely ready to collapse.
After a long, tender kiss, he led me to a chair, putting his
arm around me, holding me.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, licking off the precum
that was running down his length, and positioned myself so I
could take all of him. I leaned forward and didn't stop
until my lips were on his pubic hair. I didn't know who was
enjoying this more, him or me. The only drawback was that I
couldn't gaze into his eyes. The flood came and I enjoyed
every drop, holding his thighs so he didn't slip off the
chair.
- - - - -
The party tempo stepped up during the second week. Our night
at the Monte Carlo Casino was the next big event.
After one of Sarah's fabulous dinners, a line of limos
transported us all to Monaco. It was formal, tuxedos and
fancy dresses for the ladies.
Eric and I had pre-arranged for chips and we gave Tina a
purseful, Annie didn't need any, Hans was taking care of that.
This was the first time there for both Eric and me, and we
were both surprised at how different this casino was from Las
Vegas, certainly a lot quieter. It was all table games, no
slot machines and all the noise they made which, to me, made
the atmosphere more serious. Patrons had come to do some
serious gambling!
We were familiar with Blackjack, Craps and Roulette, but
Baccarat was a complete mystery. Watching the players, I
whispered to Eric "Remind you of James Bond?"
We understood blackjack, so that's what we played. To me,
roulette was good for a time killer, and I didn't fully
understand craps. We played cautiously at first. I lost
continuously, Eric won continuously and kept upping his bets,
and it looked like Tina was just breaking even.
I didn't want to break Eric's streak, so continued with
minimum bets. When his luck turned, it turned fast. He lost
three in a row and was ready to leave while he was still
ahead. Tina and I agreed.
We wandered, taking in the opulent surroundings and talked
with some of the other spectators. Stopping for a drink, I
could tell that Eric was itching to get back into the game.
"Go ahead," I told him, "we'll catch up with you in a few
minutes."
He smiled a big "Thank you,", gave me a squeeze on the
shoulder and headed back to the gaming room.
"He's so cute," Tina commented. "At times, he's just like a
big kid."
I grinned at her. We dawdled, having another drink to give
him time. When we found him, his pile of chips looked about
the same as before. "Sit down here and bring me some luck,"
he said, shoving a pile of chips in front of the empty seat
next to him.
I played conservatively, winning a few, losing a few. Eric,
however was dragging in chips by the armload.
Sarah came around to round up her herd, taking us back to her
villa for a late supper. On the way out, Eric whispered in
my ear "Do you think that I might get REALLY lucky tonight?"
I think the grin on my face and the sparkle in my eye gave
him his answer.
- - - - -
The nights were all glittering affairs, the finale to be the
Grand Ball on Saturday night. During the days, we either
went exploring the countryside or just lazed around. Our
quick trip back to Rome for fittings was long enough to see
the sights that Eric had on his list, and a day trip to
Avignon gave us plenty of time to explore the Palace of the
Popes.
Two weeks is a long time for me to hold still and try to be
relaxed and aimless. We hadn't seen a newspaper, watched TV
or gotten any flashes from home since we arrived. I was
ready to get back to work and up to date on what was going on
in the world. The Grand Ball couldn't be soon enough for me.
I was ready to pack up and go home.
When the night finally arrived, we were, I'd guess about in
the middle of the throng going in. Eric looked absolutely
stunning in his white tie and tails. I noticed that he was
wearing the sapphire studs that I'd given him.
We were ushered, two by two, to the ballroom, then announced
to the room, all extremely formal. The room had been
transformed into a French Palace, with huge crystal
chandeliers and gilt chairs and tables.
Once we got out of traffic, I looked around. I almost lost
my lunch. Standing across the room, very nonchalant but
staring at us was THE EYES.
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To be continued.
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