THE SHARK PROWLS, Ch. 3
The Shark Prowls
Ch. 3. Safron goes to `Hollywood'.
Safron hardly closed his eyes Thursday night. His mind was in a turmoil of confusion. It was suddenly hitting home to him that his world had changed, radically. A week ago he had been any youngster his age, sitting in the local library quietly reading. Now he was living with a strange man, holding out to him promises of sexual indulgence, and of a future which he hardly dared think about.
The immediate future worried him more than the distant. What was this Ranch? Who was he going to meet next day? Would he meet up to expectations, or be chucked out as useless? He worried about these and a multitude of questions. What of his family, and responsibilities? Tomorrow he would talk to The Shark about these.
But then something unexpected occurred. His door slowly opened, and Shark himself slid into the room, and into his bed. His arm encircled the back and chest of his young charge. Safron, I could hear from your sighing that you are not sleeping. I suspect you have been worrying about tomorrow. Yes, I have, he said, as he snuggled into his Master's strong chest, feeling incredibly comforted. Just remember one thing, little one, on Monday, after seeing and tasting what is on offer at The Ranch you will be free to walk away from it all. You make your own decision and we shall honour that. I will take you back to the very seat in the public library at which we met, and you will never to see me again. Do you understand? Yes, Sir.
Now shut your eyes my pet, lay in Master's arms, knowing you have total protection from the evils of the world. Nobody is going to hurt you while I have breath, least of all myself, or anyone else connected with The Ranch. Think of the Ranch as a health and beauty spa, and you'll be on the right lines. Safron gave a happy sigh and sank into a deep sleep. It was Shark who did not sleep. He lay thinking of his new charge, strangely attracted to him, kissing his neck softly every few minutes and holding his crotch in his own big hand.
Friday
The journey from Philadelphia to The Ranch took about 45 minutes. Safron, who had never ridden in a chauffer-driven limousine before was surprised to find that he could not see out of the vehicle. This made him feel uneasy, but there was nothing he could do except relax in the exceptional comfort of that luxury vehicle. Yet he did wonder whether The Shark did not wish him to know anything about the location of his setup. Later when he quizzed his first "date" at The Ranch he was told that the training centre was famous all over the Gay world, but nobody knew where it was located, and the secret had to be maintained or it would be constantly invaded by undesirables. So none of the Excorts or Slaves were shown where The Ranch was located.
He sat in the back with Safron, who suggested to him that he might like to talk a little about his past, his family, his school, his training, education, ambitions. Safron did so, and it occupied their whole journey. He lived with his mother and older sister. They were very poor, and his shifty, drifting, alcoholic father had abandoned them some years ago. In fact the people of the area where they lived were often referred to by some as `white trash'. He had done well at school and college, and was preparing himself for future studies. He wanted to be a doctor so as to help his people. For that reason, though in fact quite athletic, he preferred to concentrate on his studies. At present he was in a void, since he had completed his college schooling, but was taking a year of relaxation before pushing on to future education.
Will your mum and sister be worrying about you? asked The Shark. No, I don't think so, since I often suddenly decide to drift off somewhere to see a bit of the world, at least the Stateside one! But after about a week or maximum two weeks, I'll usually call them and tell them where I am, what I'm doing. I ought to have called by now but didn't like to use your phone, knowing how expensive they are. Shark ruffled his hair, Don't worry about phone bills, or any other bills Safron. There's a lot of money around this project. I'll tell you about it, sometime.
During the journey they had become physically closer, and Shark fondled and kissed the lad.
Now they had arrived. A large gate opened to allow them entrance. It took another two minutes to drive into the farm house. When they arrived Safron's breath was taken away. It was a superb mansion with four large brilliant white Corinthian pillars. Inside he gasped as the whole place seemed spacious, well-lit by the heavens' natural light, and built around patios, each with water fountains. The whole impact was one of rest, relaxation, enjoyment. He immediately fell in love with the place, and this helped his spirit to relax.
A young man approached him, offering his hand, and welcoming him with a warm kiss on both cheeks. Safron immediately felt a buzz between his groins. The youth was about 21, over 6ft tall, lean and good-looking, as were all the men who flittered around them. I'm Shawn, he said, I'm a 3rd year Escort here, about to graduate, and I've been designated to be your personal Escort for this weekend. Safron smiled, looked him in the eyes, and the two of them remained fixed on each other for several seconds.
As Shawn took him to his own bedroom, which Safron would share for the weekend, the latter squared his personal escort up. Short hair but not too short, wavy, carefully trimmed so that not one hair was out of place. Delightful blue-grey eyes, a sweet eminently kissable mouth, and a light shirt sufficiently open to display a good patch of chest, lightly coated with generous wisps of hair. Safron mentally allowed himself to think what might there be below the chest - belly, crotch, a big cock. Just as suddenly he realised what he was doing. He had thought of The Shark as his personal lover, the only man he would ever want to favour sexually, now he was indulging thoughts of sex with yet another total stranger! He mentally slapped himself on the wrist.
Evening dinner was served in the main dining room, and Safron found himself nervously contemplating the scene. He had never seen a group of men so very handsome. Shawn explained that they were of two types, Escorts in training, and their Trainers. The latter were clearly older men, 25 to 40 years, whilst obviously the Escorts were young like himself. He noticed a young escort, probably second year, a very American guy, with muscles and build of a weight lifter. Their eyes met and the guy smiled at him, invitingly. That's Cory, Shawn said, having noticed their eyes meeting, he's about American as they come!
His thoughts were interrupted as The Shark, stood to introduce "our newest prospective student", Safron himself. He blushed as all eyes turned on him, he hardly knew where to look. The Shark's presentation was very eloquent, as he praised the qualities of his new recruit, producing more blushes. The speech was received with applause, and Safron lifted his eyes to nod his head as he looked into some 20 pairs of eyes. He smiled, they smiled, and he felt accepted.
As he ate he continued looking around and commenting to Shawn from time to time. He was particularly puzzled by the fact that though more than half could be described as typically American (i.e. white anglo-saxon in his prejudiced mind) but there were other escorts and trainers who did not fill the bill. This made him feel uneasy. Who's the guy, third on your right? he whispered. That's Ben from New Orleans, a guy of mixed blood, and I'm telling you, a nicer guy you'll not find, warm, inviting and incredibly funny. Decent cock, big tits, and I never get into his love-hole without thinking this is a little bit of paradise! Shawn chuckled.
And the guy opposite him? Safron asked. That's Jim from Chicago, warm, friendly, cuddly, not the largest dick, but with a voracious sexual appetite. Any time, any day, any place, the more the merrier. You'll love him. Again Shawn chuckled at his own witticism. Safron warmed to him, reached for his thigh and squeezed it. Their eyes met and Shawn's danced with delight. You'll do, he whispered.
And the guy with the very black hair, black eyebrows, almost black eyes? That's Jerry. He's Indonesian. You see how much he is smiling, chatting animatedly? Well he's always that way, a sheer joy to be with. Nothing phases him. If you're interested, he is a natural bottom. At any moment he'll offer you his ass for fucking. I love the guy. Safron was not at all sure he could love a guy like that, too dark for his liking. His prejudices, unidentified to his own mind, were once again playing tricks on him. Oh, by the way, look at his lovely milk-white teeth, did you ever see such perfection? Shawn asked. Safron was silent.
Voyeurism After the meal Safron received warm handshakes, kisses, and even an occasional cock-fondle and squeeze from all the dinner participants. He was at first shocked by the cock handling, but quickly realised that this was part of the atmosphere of the place. It was given over to pure hedonism, and everything goes.
Shark took over from Shawn and guided his protege into another, smaller, room, where he served him drinks and they sat on a sofa together. I want to show you something very special, Shark said. You know what voyeurism is? No, said Safron. What is it? It's getting a kick out of watching other people have sex. He then went to a curtain which apparently covered a bare wall, but when the curtain strings were pulled was seen to cover a mirror, looking into another room. Suddenly Safron realised that he was watching two young teens indulging in some hot sex. The look on his face should have been filmed on video. He flushed a deep pink, half turned away, turned back, his mouth sagged open, but he continued to stare as one hypnotised.
Shark put his hand on Safron's thigh, and murmured, Relax. This is not illegal or wrong. It's two harmless youngsters experimenting sexually. They are both over 16 but under 18. It would be criminal for me or you to have sex with them, but the law does not prohibit them from enjoying each others genitals. Nor does it say we can't watch! So these boys are prospective students, but may not be treated as such till they come of age. Still we encourage a little indulging among themselves, and they do manual for us around the Ranch. There are six of them in total and what we are looking at - through a one-way mirror, so that they are unconscious that we see them - is the room where they have total privacy with each other. And BANG, off they go! We use the `show' for relaxation on Friday evenings.
By now Safron's eyes were glued on the scene. Here were two beautiful youngsters, given over to total abandonment to each other, with no sign of embarrassment or reserve. For 30 minutes they kissed, licked, sucked and fucked. As it developed, so every aspect of the past week in Shark's flat passed through his mind, and his dick hardened and throbbed, and even became painful. Of course Shark knew what was happening and their two bodies became closer and closer. While their eyes rooted on the two youngsters, their hands fondled each other, eventually reaching inside their underwear and wanking each other. Finally Safron's eyes turned from the scene and met Shark's warm gaze. Once more these two men, the 30-yr.old director and his 18-yr.old latest conquest, gave themselves over freely to each other till the elder man's seed was once more filling the depths of the younger man's love hole. They sank into an exhausted, quiet, tender embrace, which lasted for 20 minutes.
At last, at midnight, Shawn called to take Safron to their room. His hand went round Safron's shoulder the moment they were out of Shark's presence. He gently kissed his hair and led him to their bedroom. Somehow Safron sensed that he was in the presence of a man whose character was marked by integrity, a man without guile or deceit. That arm around his shoulder comforted him, saying in effect I am here to look after you, I will ask nothing of you except what you are willing to give. Trust me. Safron quickly learned to trust Shawn implicitly.
They were soon at the room. It was now 1 a.m. and both were feeling tired. Shawn offered a drink and they sat chatting for a few minutes. Safron, with his head slightly bowed but looking straight at his new friend, asked him in a slightly trembling voice, Do you like it here, Shawn? Be honest with me. Shawn sensed his friend's nervousness and his hand reached across the coffee table to take Safron's clenched, trembling fist. Safron my friend, believe me, I love it here. Like you, I came here nervous and afraid. I have now been here nearly three years and it has been bliss, though I confess not without the occasional blip, but that's life. He then expanded on the many things he had profited from. He was warm, charming and inviting. Safron began to feel his cock stiffening, and with that began to perspire.
We both need a shower, said Shawn. You go first and I'll follow you. Safron stripped off to his thongs, then disappeared into the shower room. Shawn watched his ass departing and felt an intense longing. Safron came back in pyjamas, while Shawn stripped off totally and also went into the shower. Safron stared, captivated by this superb receding figure of a man.
Shawn came back from the shower, smelling of cleanliness and a gentle perfume. He was naked. Safron was sitting on the sofa. Shawn came up and stood in front of him, his towel hiding his crotch. His young friend looked up at him, with a face of intense longing. Shawn removed the towel and his throbbing penis was positioned just one foot from his guest's face. Safron breathed heavily, his shoulders shaking, his face between his hands. He gazed at this superb figure, his patch of chest hair now so clear, so perfect, and Safron noted how it stopped at his breasts, then began again below his navel to reach his pubic hair. There his gaze fixed on the lovely head emerging from its sheath. It was breath-taking. How could he hold back? Yet he did.
After a while Shawn crouched down, his thighs resting on he back of his ankles, his crotch in superb display as he spread his legs. The intention was, however, not to draw attention to his body, but to his face. He was now face-to-face with the youngster. Safron, he said, don't be afraid. I'm not pressing you for anything. I'm not ashamed of my body, will show it to anyone, but I demand nothing. If you want to go straight to bed, that's fine by me, if you want to stay and play, that's fine by me. Go to bed little one, if you will, but if at any time during the night you feel you want to join me in my bed, there's plenty of room for you. And with that Shawn slipped into a pair of boxers, turned off his light and went to bed. Safron did the same.
But the picture of Shawn crouching in front of him, with his crotch in full, throbbing display, his wonderful and powerful thighs spread out, the exquisite perfection of that body as a whole, would not let him sleep. He tossed and turned and perspired, and Shawn heard it all, wondering whether the boy would have the courage to come to him. Finally it happened and Safron without a word slipped into Shawn's bed, laying on his back. Shawn's hand went straight to his crotch and took hold of the throbbing penis, fondling it gently. Welcome, little one, he said, I am so very glad you decided in my favour. You will not regret this night, and with that he raised himself, bent his head over and locked Safron in a deep kiss.
Safron's hand went down to his new friend's rod and rolled it backward and forward inside his own palm. Since his palm already contained some of his own pre-cum and this quickly mixed with Safron's oozing cream, his hand felt so very warm and creamy to Shawn and the underside of the top sheet very quickly became a place of intense passion and pleasure. Shawn moved on top, having stripped off his and the boy's jockeys, and their two cocks, now well covered with pre-cum, rolled together. Both began a fucking action and it was only three or four minutes before they anointed each other in their shooting cream. It was superb, yet Shawn whispered in his ear, Tomorrow night we shall do this in a more prolonged manner and I intend to fuck you silly, o.k.? Yes, please, whispered his new lover. Tomorrow, continued Shawn, we shall kiss and suck, fondle and fuck. I might even try to compete with all you've had from The Shark, he concluded, with a short laugh which indicated that he really didn't think he would come up to that level, but at least he'd have a stab at it.
Both fell asleep dreaming of the morrow...Safron felt he had come to "Hollywood"...
To be continued...