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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.
So, here it is! Greets, Dylan
"Benny the Matchmaker"
The cute little caramel colored bulldog had the time of her life again, running and playing in the park. As usual , since she was well behaved and always open to make new friends, she was roaming free, no leash on her, as she sniffed the wet grass and all those interesting smells the new day brought.
It was a chilly Saturday in New York City, the Central Park busy even in the morning, already full of tourists .
Dylan was lazily walking , watching his Olde English Bulldog baby girl play and make new friends. She had turned two years old only a week ago, and everybody wanted to pet her, it seemed.
Dylan watched her as a few Japanese girls knelt down to cuddle, and while Benny licked their hands and gave them sloppy kisses, Dylan heard a voice, right by him.
" Those Girls should pay you!"
" HUH? " Dylan jumped a little in surprise , since the man had walked over so silent that he appeared out of nowere.
" Uhm sorry, i didn't plan to shock you" The man said. " I said : Those girls should pay you, they are all crazy about your dog!"
Dylan giggled: " Does that make me her manager or her pimp?"
He raised his voice just a bit " BENNY! HERE, BABYGIRL!"
Anyone could see that Benny was well trained . She heard her young master's voice immediately as her head moved to the direction of the command. Then, as any English Bulldog does, she took her time to think about the order.
" BENNY, HEEERRE!"
The stranger next to Dylan chuckled, and so did the Japanese tourists.
" BENNNNNYYY!" Dylan was a little disappointed , but he didn't comment this little flaw in his training, as he walked over to Benny and put her on the leash.
She was still busy by graciously permitting her flock of fans to give her all the love she deserved, but , as anyone could see, her crumpy old Daddy was not willing to wait.
The Japanese girls by now realized who had called Benny , and now Dylan found himself in the center of attention.They gave him a shower of compliments for having such a cute and wellbehaved dog, while giving him yearning glances. They talked in their mothertongue, giggled and chuckled, gave Dylan more glances and started to speak in that high pitched but barely comprehensible tourist's english. Dylan heard the man chuckle.
" Uhm hey..... did you understand what they wanted?" he asked the man who had followed him over to pick Benny up.
"Actually just a few words" the man said. His accent was quite thick as well, and Dylan realized he had heard the way to speak just a week before Christmas in one of the countless reruns of "Crocodile Dundee"
" Uhm so you're Australian and speak Japanese .. or Chinese?" Dylan wondered.
The man was showing surprise as he answered: " Boy your not only cute but smart as well!" He blushed furious as he hastily added: " Cute butt, thats what those girls said. They think you're cute, thats what they said, it's basic Japanese stuff, you know"
"Uhm ok , thanks" Dylan replied as he gave the man a quick glance. At maybe 6 foot the man was taller than Dylan, maybe not much heavier, but the warm insulated winter jacket made it hard to see.
The Japanese girls had politely asked for permission to take a picture of the dog, and took several of Dylan as well, before they walked away into another direction. Dylan headed for the west side, leaving the lake to his right side, planning to leave the park near the end of Terrace Drive. He wanted to follow 72th street and wander over to the Hudson, to follow the Riverside Park down south.
He did not even fully realize the man he had met walked casually by his side, and Benny looked up to Dylan , and to the man, and back to Dylan again. She evidently wanted to know who the new companion was.
The man followed Benny's questioning looks and smiled: " I'm Ian, by the way"
" Dylan!" As Dylan held out his fist to give a bump, Ian smiles broadly: " It's really cool we met" He bent down and gave Benny's back a caressing stroke. " And you are the reason, cutie" Benny just pushed against his leg and evidently asked for more cuddling.
Dylan smiled: " OK it's official, you got her seal of approval, lets marry!"
Their smiles turned into a full blown chuckle, but as Dylan bent down and petted Benny as well, their head's bumped into each others. "Shit" "Ouch" they exclaimed and the spell was broken. Ian looked Dylan right in the eyes and asked worried: "Uhm .. is it bad... does your head spin or something?"
He was standing while Dylan had crumpled down and now kneeled.
" Uhg wow you Aussies have hard heads", the boy moaned, feeling his head.
Ian helped him to his feet again and then took Benny's leash out of Dylan's hands. He did not think as he hailed a cab, and, like a miracle, one driver really stopped. As the driver waited for the adress, Ian realized he did not know were Dylan's house was. He gave him a destination: "The Plaza" and the driver sped off.
As they stopped in front of the hotel, a valet opened the door and greeted Ian by name. He was to well trained to ask questions as he took Benny's leash while she hoped out, evidently waiting for her owner.
Ian had to help Dylan to get out, as Dylan seemingly was weak and seemed a little desoriented. Two bellhops greeted them and while one took Benny's leash, the other asked if Ian needed some help.
" Dr. Austin, may i help you with the young man? "
As Ian wanted to answer, the bell captain had alarmed the manager , and the two of them basically escorted them to the elevator, asking if they could be of assistance. As Ian politely declined, and the elevator doors opened, Dylan's head cleared up just enough to realize what happend.
" Benny, were's Benny?" he asked at the brink of panic, as she gave him a little reasuring bark as she pawed her way up his leg. Standing upright on her back legs the little but strong and heavy bulldog had enough power to push Dylan back into the wall of the cabin .
Ian bent over to pet the scared dog and reasure her: "Everything will be alright, just a mild concussion, your owner will be as good as new in no time!"
As the liftboy chuckled and folded out a seat for Dylan, he said: "That's a first for me, Dr. Austin, a brain surgeon giving an expertise to a dog."
Dylan's head seemed to be splitting as he tried to give a weak smile: " So you're a brain surgeon who tried to split my skull open in the park? That's a first for me too"
As the liftboy looked over questioning, just as the lift stopped at the Penthouse, Ian explained quickly: " We both wanted to pet Benny, but my head was thicker as his, it seems" He could see the liftboy understood as he asked: " So Doctor, i guess you don't need any immediate assistance?"
Benny waved her tail as she looked up at the young man, and he offered: " I will send some dogfood and a bowl of water for this cutie, and maybe a snack and some coffee for you, sir?"
And Ian smiled thankfully while he helped Dylan into his impressive penthouse suite. The injured young man did not even comprehend that the man helped him into the sleeping room and onto the bed, as he basically passed out. As Dylan woke up , he realized that he actually had heared Benny bark. He felt a cool wet washcloth was covering his eyes, and as he removed it, he became conscious of the fact that he was not at home.
" Shit wassup here..were am i?" He sat up with a start, just to see he didn't wear his heavy jacket anymore, and no shoes, not even his jeans or sweater. He pushed the nice fluffy feather bedding off his body and stood up. He followed the noise and saw Benny's head just over the back of a nice huge sofa. Right by her was a man, and the two of them seemed to have fun watching tv.
" Wassup here, were am I... how did we end up here in the first place? Were's my stuff, what happened?"
Benny jumped up and ran to her owner, again pawing her way up his legs to give him a lick of love. A he bend down to bond with her, the man spoke up:
"My name is Ian , and your name is Dylan. We met each other earlier, remember, in Central Park, and later we ran our heads in to each other and I knocked you out. I am sorry but I had no idea were you live, so I decided to take you and Benny with me as you fainted."
" I .... fainted?" Dylan still was a little disoriented. " This is a hotel right, how can it be Benny is allowed in here?"
Ian smiled as he said: " I am a frequent guest, and this is the Penthouse suite. They don't want to risk to piss me off"
Dylans head had started to spin again, and as Benny had hopped up in the huge bed, he followed her lead and laid down again. Ian sat on the bed right by him and took his hand. Dylan needed a second to realize the man was counting his pulse.
" That's alright, but I want to take your bloodpresure real quick, please simply wait in bed"
He left for a second , just to open a closet and get a Doctor's case. He retrieved a blood pressure gauge and told Dylan a minute later that he was alright. A puzzled patient asked:
"Why do you carry such a thing with you?"
"The hemodynamometer you mean? " As he saw Dylan roll his eyes, he repeated, grinning: "The hemodynamometer, the blood pressure thingy?" Dylan grunted and closed his eyes: Ian explained, while he listened into Dylan's heart and lungs: "I am a medicine doctor"
"A heart surgeon , actually?" Dylan asked, and Ian corrected with a smile: " Nope, a brain surgeon, actually. But I did hearts as well, eventually, I have to eat like all of us"
Even though he had stopped listening to Dylan's heart, Ian's hand was still on the younger mans chest, and without thinking he was feeling his hard muscled pecs. Dylan had closed his eyes, and now opened his pouty red lips just slightly to nervously lick his lips. If Ian got him wrong or had the right idea will be hidden forever, but Ian bent over and kissed Dylan on the lips. To his surprise the boy pulled him in and kissed him back, their tongues dueling for almost a minute. Dylan's headache almost forgotten pulled the man the blanket off Dylan's muscular upper body and started to kiss his way down.
As his lips started to caress the younger mans nipples, Dylan moaned " UUhmm yesssss......oh god ....."
He felt his dick grow and he knew he had lost control as the Doctor started to open his mouth and sucked his dick in deep. It was clear the man did not do this for the first time as he gave Dylan a deep and erotic blowjob. The muscular young stud's body was all Ian needed to get off, and he played the boy like a virtuoso would play the violine.
Dylan started to open the man's belt and buttons and Ian turned around to shove his dick right into Dylans mouth. Ian started a somehow relaxed 69 blowjob, and Dylan moaned and sighed as they engaged in mutual pleasure. They both came almost simultanious, and both sucked their respective dicks clean.
Ian rolled off and pulled Dylan into a hug. He was not surprised as the younger man fell asleep again, since he was still weak and had had some painkillers. As Dylan woke up again, he felt the presence of his cute little dog right were she belonged, pressed into his arms, as usual. Her low snoring sounded as cute as ever, and he felt nice and secure.
Till he felt another presence, a much bigger body spooning him , holding him tight. Dylan panicked for a second , but remembered quickly were he was and why he shared a bed with a stranger. Benny's certificate of good character was enough for Dylan to close his eyes again. As he woke up again he smelled breakfast, a wonderful aroma of coffee , pancakes, bacon and eggs.
Ian had ordered roomservice, and as Dylan got up to walk over into the living room, he realized he was naked.
" Uhm , were's my stuff?" He saw Benny happily beg for bacon or pancakes, and decided to trust her again as Ian spoke up: " I asked the room service to wash it real quick, it was dirty since you ended on the ground at 72th street. It should be done in an hour."
" An hour? Oh thank god man it's sunday, I would loose my job if I was late! And were's my phone, I gotta call ...." He frantically looked around, but only a brand new IPhone was on the desk, not his old one.
" You dropped your phone and i'm afraid it was damaged, but roomservice got you a new one and put the card back in already."
Dylan for now didn't think about the new phone as he checked missed calls and found his mom in the list. Four times.
" Oh God I'm so dead" He moaned as he tried to call back. Ian stopped him: " I already called your Mom and since I am your doctor for now, I told her about your little accident and that you have to stay in bed for a day or two." Dylan's Mom was in Boston with her sister, but Ian had charmed her to stay calm and trust him. Dylan sat down but was still nervous as he asked: " And what about this phone? You bought me a new IPhone, the best out there to boot. What do you want ?"
Ian clearly saw the misunderstanding and tried to make sure Dylan understood perfectly clear.
" I do not want anything from you, Dylan. I just felt responsible, and I am able to help, that's all." He looked over the desk , over the breakfast they had barely touched, over into Dylans big brown eyes. He surprised Dylan with a simple: " Ok, everything allright again!" And he added, as he saw Dylans anger rise again: "I did a few simple tests, and you are perfectly well again."
"Good enough to eat" he thought.
Benny saved the situation. As always you can count on a dog's appetite, and she decided a low coffeetable and yummy pancakes and bacon were too good to get to waste.
Dylan heard her climb up, and as she stood right in a plate, all he could do was to yell:
" Benny, bad dog... stop it!"
And all Ian could do was laugh about the cute little dog, her mouth full of breakfast.
"Does she need to go out? We can go to the park again!" Ian said, as Benny just had finished her breakfast and carefully jumped off the coffeetable.
" Bad doggy" Dylan scolded her... or tried to, as she look up at him pleadingly.
" Oh yes ... she needs to go! " He realized and got her leash. Luckily the roomservice had delivered his clothes, freshly cleaned and folded, and the elevator was there and brought them down into the lobby without accidents , were the Manager needed to speak to Ian, while Dylan and Benny already left the hotel to cross the street and enter the park. They had decided to meet at Cop Cot.
Ian and the manager had their conversation in the Managers office. Mr. Johnson started the conversation with the classic words " Sir.. can I assume the young gentleman is ...your ... nephew?"
Ian just laughed as he heard the opening and smiled: " You don't plan to replay "Pretty Woman" with me ... you know this makes me Richard Geere and you Hector Elizondo?"
Both men chuckled. Mr.Johnson carefully started again : " Sir you know we usually don't tolerate dogs in our house, and certainly not ...uhm .. lets say ..young gentlemen of ..uhm ..a certain profession" He actually blushed as he said this.
He went on: " But Benny ... Miss Benita..... I heard she is no ...uhm ..dog .. shes a little Miss Princess, and very well behaved , am I right?"
Ian smiled as he interrupted : " You are absolutly right Mr.Johnson, and Dylan is not of a ..how did you use that colorful metaphor? .. A certain profession"
Johnson actually started to breath again as Ian asked him: " Would that be all?" and the manager answered: " As I said, the young gentleman is a guest of our house "
The men fully understood each other.
As Ian slowly walked to their meeting point, Benny ran to him and jumped up to get some well deserved cuddles. He saw Dylan watching them , smiling.
" You know she likes you?"
" And so do i"
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