Tall Ships 7
The Tall Ships
Part 7
A New Day Dawns
(well, noon-ish)
I woke up in the morning with a bit of a hangover to a moving bed. Olaf was sleeping next to me, arm and leg over me. I heard a deep groan behind me. Then I remembered that Al and Rick had been asleep in the bed when Olaf and I climbed in it. Rick had been handcuffed, with the young hustler's big dick in his ass.
I could here the rattling of the chains from the handcuffs, but then I heard Al whimper, "Oh, Master, that hurts so good!" Well Rick HAD been auditioning my cousin's son as a prospective slave boy, but needed him to be slightly versatile, which explained last night's situation. Olaf's eyes opened, and he smiled at me. For a long time I forgot the couple in the bed with us as we gently kissed, then did the tongue tango.
That ended when we got pushed by the others. Olaf looked over my shoulder and giggle. "Al whore boy is too a good slave, I think so. Do you do that before, boy?"
"No, I saved it for my Master Ricky." That made my eyes grow wide. What sex act had my hustler cousin never done?
"Rick, are you taking on the kid as your slave?" I asked as I disentangled myself from Olaf's strong limbs.
"He agreed to that before I did this to him the first time. We made a number of agreements. I was right. My boy is going to make a great lawyer."
"He'd have to go to college for that, Rick."
Al's voice shuddered in a lustful pain, then he took a deep breath. "Master Rick made me agree to go back to school before he`d let me be his slave-boy." He moaned again. "And I wanted him to do this to me so much, which he'd do to his property. This is our third time."
I was shocked. The boys were both acknowledged to be bright underachievers by everyone, since their asshole dad never pushed them to study or accomplish anything other than become Marines. I'd heard that they'd both dropped out of high school at sixteen, even though their mother had protested.
Unable to resist my curiosity, I slowly turned, and found myself unable to suppress a gasp. Rick's arm was sunk into Al's widely stretched ass and Rick as pushing it in deeper as the younger man begged him for more.
"What are you on?" I whispered to Al.
"Huh?"
"I thought that you had to be stoned on drugs to get fisted."
"Last night I was a little drunk and we'd shared a joint before we started, and I used poppers the whole time." He held up a metal sniffer. "The second time I just used the poppers after a joint and this time, just the poppers. I`m high on Master Ricky letting me be his main boy."
I stared at him. "Are you in love, kid?" I turned to shoot a questioning look at Rick.
Al reached over and tweaked my nipple. "Do you think you're the only one who can fall in love at first sight, motherfucker? And I don't give a shit if Master loves me, as long as he keeps me as his boy, so leave him alone."
Rick moved slowly to gently kiss the young stud impaled on his arm on the lips. "Would it make you feel better to know that it only took about an hour longer for me to realize I love you, Alvin?" Man, the kid had to be in love! He'd already told the older stud his hated real name and was letting him use it.
"You don't have to say that, master. It's OK if..."
"Shut up and don't contradict your owner, boy." Rick said with a great deal of affection. "If y'all were some white trash piece of beef I was playing with, I wouldn't care how you felt, you stupid kid."
"Ricky does love you, son." Olaf said quietly. "As much as he loves your big cousin." He kissed my neck.
"Why do you say that, sweetheart?" I asked. Damn, so much for my "game" of forgetting that he might be staying in the US.
Olaf rubbed my back. "I can tell by looking at Ricky. He looked at you quick to watch your reaction. So I know he still loves Ike. But he says it right to Al. Ricky is not telling just a slave he loves him, so he be serious." His English might be confused, but the message was clear.
I turned and kissed him. "Why are you always right about people? Why are you so fucking smart?"
Olaf looked agitated for a second. "I ask Lars for the words." He said with a sigh.
Suddenly, I realized that I could smell coffee, bacon and eggs. I looked at the alarm clock, to discover that it was almost noon. "Man, I'm starving, baby. Let's leave the lover birds to their games." I turned to Ricky "If I find a willing bottom who's experienced, you can teach me to fist him, since I want to rape your boy's father's ass with my fist."
Al laughed. "Only if my brothers and me can do it after you. Although Cal keep saying that he thinks the old man is not just gay, but a kinky bastard."
"Why would he think so?" Olaf asked as we slowly got up.
"That scumbag will be covered with bruises and welts sometimes." He stopped to groan as Rick began to slowly pull out of him, stopping with just his wrist in the muscle-boy's hole. "Shit-head claims to have been in bar brawls, but it happens so often that Cal points out he should have been busted a few times, and we've never been called to bail him out. He's lucky, since we'd let him rot in the joint."
We laughed as we went to the toilet, then entered the kitchen. Leroy was dishing up a feast, but two men were missing. "Where are Johnny and Lars?" I asked as I exchanged kisses with the others.
Cal explained. "Johnny took Lars downstairs to meet the landlord. We heard them in there a few minutes ago. But then Johnny had to leave for the day."
"Poor Leroy." I crooned at my new buddy.
He put a cup of coffee down in front of each of us, adding a platter of bacon, eggs and toast with some plates and silverware. "Hey, I have to get used to married life. At least he's taking some time off for the Fourth, so we can all watch those Tall Ships together."
The door opened to a grinning Lars just as Rick and Al emerged from the hall. He was waving a set of key in his hands. "I now have a two year lease on a haunted apartment which Johnny assures me is a bargain."
I exploded. "Two years? Why the fuck did you commit yourself to longer than a month? You ain't even gonna be here in a few weeks."
He shrugged. "If I skip town, I lose my small deposit. If Olaf stays, he might want it, or someone else might want a bargain. I struck while the iron was hot."
"I'll take it, if it`s a real bargain." Rick said.
For some reason, that scene in the bedroom had me annoyed, but I answered Lars' puzzled look. "Horny sailor-man here decided to accept this boy-whore as his slave, then decided they were in fucking love, so he needs a nest for their lust."
Olaf pulled on my arm. "What is wrong, Ike? Why so mean to them?" He asked, concern in his loving tone.
I looked at his troubled eyes, and those of all my buddies. Rick looked hurt, but what got to me was Al. He looked liked I'd slapped him in the face with a piss soaked jockstrap. I took a deep breath to start yelling, but instead shocked everyone except Olaf. I don't think I could ever surprise him.
I burst into tears.
Al pushed forward and hugged me as I sobbed "I'm sorry" over and over. Al handed me over to Olaf as Rick whispered his acceptance in my ear. "I'm sorry, guys. I just realized something."
Olaf whispered. "What, dearest?"
"I can't keep playing our game anymore. I'd rather keep saying I love you, Olaf, for the short time we have, than shut that off. I was jealous of Rick and Al."
Olaf shouted: "Äntligen! Verkligheten regerar!," which Lars translated as "Finally! Reality reigns!"
As Olaf kissed me, Lars said, "Then maybe my cousin will not be so angry at something I did before I met with that landlord queen. I was afraid to tell him." A quick exchange in Swedish followed. I heard the phrase "min farbror Gustav", which I'd learned meant "my Uncle Gustav", Lars' relative at the UN. Olaf didn't seem angry, asking a series of serious questions.
"Tell them, Lars." He ordered as he held my hand tightly, a smile on his face.
"I called my uncle this morning to confirm the plans for the dinner tonight with Ike's brother and girlfriend, so Uncle Gustav asked me about Olaf and Ike. Then I told him the truth. All the truth: that Sonja is as disinterested in marrying Olaf is he is in marrying her, and that Ike is the love of Olaf's life. Uncle Gustav has known that Olaf and I prefer men for a long time, so he is not surprised. In fact, he was more surprised by Olaf's engagement. I asked my uncle if he could do anything to help them stay together here in New York." His face split in a big shit-eating grin.
"OK, what did Uncle Gustav say?" I asked in exasperation when he stopped to pour a cup of coffee and light a cigarette.
He spoke again when he saw my hands form into fists. "Uncle will by now have called the Palace to discuss the situation, and he will ask that Olaf be assigned to his staff as Military Attaché to the Mission."
Olaf turned to me. "The job I had not the words to explain to you would make me a good one for such job." He said something to Lars in Swedish, who argued at first, until it was obvious that Olaf was giving him a direct order.
"This must remain a secret among us, friends." He said in a low, serious voice. We all agreed, puzzled. "Olaf teaches counterintelligence at the Academy, and is an expert in detecting spies. He said you wanted to know how he is so good at knowing about people. Olaf has an advanced degree in psychology."
I petted my lover's stubble covered cheek. "I'm in love with James Bond!" I joked.
"I'm not agent, chasing spies. I more like..." he grinned, "...Sherlock Holmes."
I turned to his cousin. "Lars, does Olaf outrank you in the Navy? You seemed to fold at an order from him, even though I though you were the boss when we met."
He laughed. "You'd make a good spy hunter too, Ike. Very observant. Yes, he ranks above me due to his education. You`re right, though; when it comes to cruising for sex, I take charge. Olaf is too reserved. He`d never get the men who turn him on if he had to make the first move." He said something else in Swedish, and Olaf seemed to be agreeing. "I will go later to our ship to get our full dress uniforms for tonight, so Olaf can stay with you this afternoon and rest. Your brother will not notice me, but will be paying a great deal of attention to your lover." He smirked at that. He turned to Robbie. "OK, slut-boy. There are no beds next door, but a big sofa and easy chairs, and a strong kitchen table. Are you man enough to spend some time alone with me, some rope and some grease?"
"SIR, yes, SIR!" the punk smirked "The fucking Marines makes fucking MEN! Men who know how to FUCK!" We all laughed.
Lars said. "In about an hour, when I've worn this kid out, I'll give you men the keys to the apartment and you can use it while the punk and I will go buy some sort of mattresses. Maybe futons like the Japanese use. Just a thick quilt on the floor to sleep or fuck on. And the landlord told me that the third apartment on this floor is empty this week, so we can wander around as we wish, since this is the top floor." They cuddled with coffee on the sofa.
Rob breathed in Lars' ear, "But I may wear you out, SIR!"
Rick joked. "Humph, I wanted to check out our new home with my boy." Lars demonstrated that The Finger was a universal symbol.
I gave him a playful punch in the arm as an apology for my earlier comments. "How do you know that Olaf and I don't want the place?"
Rick blushed, a beautiful thing to watch on a naked redhead covered with inked body-art. "Um, no offense, but you have a wealthy lover who can afford better than this dump. I know you'll keep working since you won't want to be a kept man, but it is possible to take independence too far, buddy. Don't let your pride deprive you of enjoying the love of your life. I decided against doing that."
I lit a cigarette as I poured a new cup of coffee. The hangover was leaving. "What do you mean?"
Al answered. "He's agreed to let me keep hustling until I decide what I want to do for school and a job. It's easy work, and since we have regular johns who give us referrals, Cal and I no longer street-hustle, making arrest unlikely. And I enjoy sex. But what you saw this morning - that action is for my Ricky only." He winked at me. I gave him a slight, affectionate slap on the face with my fingers. "So, Ike, you've accepted the inevitable like I did, huh?"
"What do you mean, kid?"
"I was positive I'd avoid love all my life. I was happy as a whore, and I wasn't going to let some man stop me. Then I took one look at Rick, and I almost shit my pants."
"I think you had a dick up your ass when you saw him." Leroy teased him.
"I really don't remember, Leroy. I just remember seeing him, and my heart leapt in my chest." He smiled crookedly. "I decided to resist him, even though I had to have his body as soon as possible. I kept telling him reasons we couldn't be a couple while we fucked. He just agreed to any conditions I came up with for us to be together. But when I demanded to know HIS requirements, he..." The kid's eye's filled with tears as he grinned. "All he asked was that I agree to return to school. I was a real pest, and he finally had one order. I'd insisted that he teach me how to take..." Ricky cleared his throat. Olaf and I nodded to them to acknowledge that we understood that the fisting we'd seen was their business. "I asked him to teach me a certain kinky act, and I guess he'd had it with my bossy ways. He said he'd do it if I accepted him as my master and lover, and stopped arguing with him." He shrugged. "But he'd already agreed to me hustling as long as I want to, as long as I stop street-walking. Everything he demanded was to protect me or improve me. I had to accept that he loved me as much as I loved him."
Cal walked over to kiss his twin, then grabbed Rick's hand. "Welcome to the most fucked up family in New York, brother-in-law. You too, Cousin Olaf. Man, the gossip next week will be interesting!" We all laughed. "Take care of him, or I'll rip your dick off and beat you to death with it, Ricky." He snorted as he patted the older man`s cheek. "What am I saying? Obviously, you'd do that to yourself before you hurt Al." Rick nodded with a grin.
Olaf and I had been sitting next to each other, feeding each other food while he took drags on my cigarette. When we were done, my lover dragged me to my feet. "We now go to the bedroom, min älskling, since you at last admit you want to love me always." He announced with a grin. Before I could ask, Lars translated the Swedish as "my beloved".
"We should help with the dishes." I protested halfheartedly.
"Bullshit." Leroy answered. "My man got a phone call from his mother, so he's in Brooklyn dealing with some family drama all day long. I'm going to go pick up my trunk after I clean up the galley, then do some grocery shopping after I buy some real clothing. I can't believe it, but my balls are empty for now. Go make love to your man, Ike. Then take a nap for tonight. Give me your clothes for tonight and I'll iron them for you. You want to wow your new in-laws." I kissed his cheeks as Olaf dragged me to the bedroom.
We changed the now pretty soiled sheets first, tossing the greasy, cum-covered linens into the hall dramatically to the laughter of the other men. Leroy was waiting for my funeral suit and a dress shirt and tie.
Olaf breathed in my ear as we lay down: "Min älskling, I do for you the Humming now?"
"Darling, the Humming is spectacular, but it only focuses on my pleasure. I'm sure that you love doing it, but it's not making love."
It's amazing. I'd learned one simple Swedish phrase, and I understood the next sentence as "I love you": "Jag älskar dig, Ike. That is true. I like giving pleasure to a man, but it is not for me sexy. I promise you, min älskling, the Humming is now to be a regular treat for only mine sexy dark man. But now we enjoy each other as... is word husbands?"
I laughed. "Well, I've never heard it used that way, but it's how I feel; like we're married. How would I say `I am Olaf's husband`?
"Jag är Olofs make." We spent a few pleasurable minutes teaching me to pronounce that, and a declaration of love.
"Jag är Olofs make!" I declared loudly as I gave my love a bear-hug. "Jag älskar dig !"
He kissed my ring finger. "Jag är Ike make." And that simply, we were one. Forever, no matter what happened. I silently accepted the reality that I might have to move to Sweden to be with my sailor, but without being told, I knew that he was telling me his engagement was off. The kiss after our self-wedding lasted for an eternity that was too short.
He began to lick and chew on my chest fur, making love to what he lacked. "Jag älskar din sexiga mannen-päls." he breathed as he ran his fingers through the luxuriant hair that my one serious girlfriend had begged me to shave off. I had almost agreed; although I prefer men to have more hair on their chest than my almost smooth Swedish Tall Ships had, I found moderate hairiness where I could find the man's nipples easily and feel flesh through the fur sexier than a solid fur-ball like me. I'd often wished that I had less hair on my body, like Jimmy.
"Hey, I got that. You love my sexy man-pelt!" After I explained "pelt", he agreed with a giggle. How do you like that? My lover adores the part of me I found least appealing. His worship of my brawny chest got me hot as hell, and I soon turned in the bed to swallow my favorite feature on his sexy body other than his handsome face, his fat manhood.
Usually, I'm not a big fan of 69. I like to suck cock, and I love to have my prong eaten, so I find the combination over-stimulating. This was different. We were celebrating our mutual love, so we had all the time in the world. I worshipped his dick while he slowly made love to mine. We slurped and licked as we moaned and sighed.
Olaf eased three fingers in my sweaty ass, and I began to hum in pleasure as I slipped the same number up his slick hole. I didn't know the trick that Olaf discovered when he invented the Humming, but he seemed to like the sensation of my hums, since he began to gently hum a popular love song from about ten years earlier. I joined him for a number of bars of the corny song until we began giggling. I moved around to start giving Olaf major head as he began to sing what was obviously a love song in Swedish. By the middle of the first verse, he was holding my head and thrusting into my throat. His voice got strained during the second verse, and he could just barely gasp out the first line of the third one before he yelled as he fed me his steaming load.
In the aftermath, we cuddled as Olaf tried to catch his breath. He panted: "When mama angry at papa, he sing that song. By the fourth time, she no longer angry and ready to go to bed."
I laughed. "My folks had a similar song. If my old man got soused, and mom got pissed at him he sang to her, and in three verses he had her in his arms."
Olaf climbed between my legs. "Sing it for me, min älskare." As his lips wrapped around my dick, I began to sing "Let Me Call You Sweetheart", my dad's magic melody to melt my mom's heart. I almost instantly grabbed his ears to force my manhood down his eager throat. I managed to make it through the first line of the fourth repeat before I screamed and began to unload a flood in my lover's mouth.
Olaf continued to nurse on my cock, keeping it hard. I hummed the son quietly as he did that. I didn't have to guess his plan once he began pushing well-lubed fingers up his ass. Not that I had ANY objection to his proposal, as long as he selected a position where I could look at his face and body. Olaf rolled me on my back, making me grin. I loved this position, since I lasted longer, while being treated to a total view and complete access to my lover's hunky body. We both grinned as he straddled me to ease my horn up his tight hole.
He said as he rode me. "It is strange, min älskare. We both feel that we are maker to each other, but we know so little about each other."
"I know that I adore you, and that you love my `sexiga päls-mannen'. What else do we need to know?" I teased him as I thrust up into his tightness.
He moaned. "What is my full name, wiseass?"
I giggled. "Trust you to know that phrase. Uh..." Hell, there'd been a name on a badge on their uniforms, but I had been so entranced by the men, I barely paid attention to the clothes. "OK, wiseass, what's mine?"
"Ike Romani. I see letter to you on table while we eat." He looked smug.
"So you`re a good spy. Well, wise-ass, Ike is not my given name, but a nickname. What is my real name?"
He pulled my head down to kiss me, then whispered in my ear. "In Swedish we say Isak. Isaac. Also on a letter on table. Isaac Marcus Romani is full name. So what is my name?"
"No fair. You ain't got no letters for me to look at." We laughed. "So, älskare, what is it?
"My papa is Gunnar. I am called Olaf Gunnarsson Adlerberg. Family title and name means 'eagle mountain'. Admiral grandpapa is the friherre, uh, the Baron Adlerberg." He bounced happily on me for awhile, the subject forgotten.
"And you are the Duke of Adlerberg?" His high title still disturbed me, but less with each moment we spent together.
"I think Lars cousin get wrong word. Duke is very high, no?"
"Yes. Among the British it is almost a prince."
"Do you play chess?" I nodded. "I am riddare, like the horse."
"Oh, a knight?" He nodded. "The English would call you `Sir Olaf`." He giggled as my dick slid over his ass-nut. "I guess that makes me your boy." He looked puzzled. "I'll get Lars to explain that poor joke. It's not important."
"My papa is riddare. Lars is one below, edele, a knight's servant." He groaned as he ran his fingers sensually through my fur. "Enough of my family! I want min sexiga mannen to pose for me like porn star." He took a muscleman pose. When I flexed my arms, I realized that although he and Lars are both in magnificent condition, my arms and chest are bulkier and better built, since my current position includes delivering heavy packages and loading my own truck at the warehouse. I was in the best condition of my life, since I'd gotten a bit flabby when driving long-haul. Since coming out, I'd joined a small boxing gym where I worked out at least three times a week, sparring with semi-pro boxers who were into other men, and playing with them in the showers.
I had to say this for Olaf: he was great for my pretty poor self-esteem. He had just been sitting on my hardness while I posed for him, and suddenly shot a spurt of pre-cum across my chest to my chin! Just from looking at me! I howled at the contractions in his ass that accompanied it.
This lead to us speeding up the fuck. I discovered the one problem of gazing at the man I adored: it got me hotter than anything! I realized that if I wanted a really long fuck, I'd have to do him from the rear. I whimpered for a few more minutes, then shouted, "Olaf, I fucking love you!" as I spewed my ball-juice into his clenching tight hole.
I could feel that he was close to shooting, too, from the spasms that were squashing my cock. I pushed him back a bit to allow me to bend over and catch a few inches of his cockhead and shaft in my lips, to be treated to another tasty dose of his cum, my cockhead and a few inches still being squashed in the embrace of his close-fitting ass.
We kissed for a long time, swapping his sperm, then wrapped ourselves into a knot of arms and legs to sleep.
****
Just before four, Lars woke us to get ready for our dinner at the Plaza. I greeted him with my limited Swedish: "Jag älskar min älskare Olaf!" Both Swedes broke into applause.
"I come baring gifts for you both." Lars laughed. He handed a Swedish phrase book to me as he explained, "And for Olaf, a Swedish-English dictionary, since he will need to improve his English to stay in New York." A quick flash of sadness swept over his face as I climbed from the bed. Olaf followed, saying something to him in Swedish. "He said that you fucked him so hard, he has to check if his ass is not hurt." Olaf left for the toilet. "You make my cousin very happy, Ike."
"You're going to miss him, aren't you, Lars?" He began to protest. "I saw the unhappiness in your eyes, cousin."
"I don't want him feeling guilty, Ike. I made my choice to marry, and I'm happy to have found a bisexual woman who accepts my need for men. I'm the eldest son, so it would have been hard for my family to accept me as openly gay without producing an heir."
"But Olaf?"
"Olaf is the third son. He has six nephews and nieces between his brothers and his younger sister. There is more, which Olaf will tell you about when he is ready. His mother actually tried to talk him out of marrying Sonja, since she knows he's gay." He grabbed my hand. "His family just wants him to be happy, Ike, so I guarantee they will love you because he adores you."
Olaf returned, jokingly walking with his legs spread. "You try to steal min älskling, Lars?", he teased.
"I tried, but Ike threatened to beat me with his big fists." We laughed. Olaf asked a question. "He wants to know about the trophies and boxing gloves on the shelves here. But I want to show you two what I did in Rick`s apartment. Put on some shorts." He tossed a bathing suit at my lover, who pulled them on as he told Olaf something. My man seemed pleased.
"Rick's apartment? You gave it to him that fast?" I asked as I pulled on gym shorts.
"No, he made a better deal with the landlord. He dressed up in his uniform and took Al dressed in shorts and a t-shirt too small for him down there. He is paying $150 a month for two years."
"How did he arrange that? It's worth over twice that!"
He lead us across the hall. "Well, your landlord wanted a rough fuck, so Rick gave it to him hard and vicious. Either Rick or Al must do this every month when paying the rent. Rick feels great, like he can be a successful rough trade hustler. Al is calling one of their johns who likes rough treatment to see if he can make a date for them."
I laughed as he unlocked the door. "Rick will have a fun job, huh?" I knew that the landlord had put wall-to-wall carpeting in the "haunted apartment" to try to make it rentable, an act defeated by his vivid imagination and honesty. There was a heavy leather sofa and two matching easy chairs with mission-style end tables and a coffee table that had been left behind.
On the floor was a futon with a dark vinyl cover that made it look like a wrestling mat. Junior was spread eagle naked on it on his back, his ankles tied to a bamboo pole, his wrists tied above his head to a second pole. A cloth gagged his mouth, and wicked looking tit clamps tortured his nipples. He was grinning around the gag as Leroy slid up and down his hard dick. Whenever the gyrene punk thrust up, my muscular new roommate slapped his face lightly, or his hip hard. "I ordered you not to cum before I do, punk." He grinned up at us. "He can't win. Only one man ever made me shoot my wad from getting fucked."
"Some big-dicked musclestud on ship?" I teased.
"Fuck no, my Johnny. I knew we'd gone beyond that sir and boy slave crap when I tried this with him and ended up emptying my balls all over him. That was when I accepted that it was love."
"Sir and boy? Slaves?" Olaf asked. "Oh, now I understand." He slapped my ass. "So, you be my boy later, älskare. Then I be yours." We laughed.
The young leatherneck in bondage rolled his eyes as he thrust up into the black bodybuilder's tight butt. I leaned over to pull the gag from his mouth, allowing his scream of passion to fill the room. "Thanks, man. That was so fucking hot, and I'm looking forward to my ass tanning now."
Lars began to untie him. "Forget it, punk. Leroy and Johnny can use your sorry ass tonight. Right now you have to shower and shave that pretty face and get your hot body in your uniform for dinner. Sorry, Leroy."
"No problem. I'll save up my energy to really rip up his ass, if that's OK with you, big guy."
I asked, "Wait. When did Lars get control of you, Robbie? Are you two an item now?"
Rob rubbed his ankles. "Not really. We decided to take things a bit serious until my leave is over. He's teaching me some of the rougher sex I never tried before. I have a feeling I'll be enjoying some rough stuff when I get to my duty base next week. I prefer older men, so I assume some of the older gay Marines will be putting me through hell to prove myself. Damn, I can't wait!"
"Your uniform is hanging in the small bedroom, punk-boy." Lars said fondly. "Come, cousins, my other surprises are in the big bedroom." Leroy put on shorts and left as we walked down the hall together, Robbie entering the bathroom to wash and shave. Lars said something to Olaf, then handed him a small box. He moved to a corner as Olaf had me sit on a chair next to the cloth covered futon on the floor. Even with some furniture left behind, Lars and Rob had been busy boys.
Olaf knelt next to me. He spoke in Swedish as he gazed into my eyes, while his cousin translated quietly. "My love, today we pledged undying love to each other. We are mates for life, as far as I'm concerned, and I know you feel the same." I smiled as I petted his cheek in agreement. "Until we know what is happening with the future, I need to mark the occasion by a gesture." He took a heavy gold signet ring from the box. "This was given to my ancestor 200 years ago by our King. We have many such trinkets. It has our family crest as it was then; it has changed slightly, making it less desirable. But it was the first family treasure given to me as a boy, and I want you to wear it as a sign of our bond." Tears flowed down my cheeks as he slid it on the second finger of my left hand, a perfect fit for my big hand. I leaned over and sealed it with a deep kiss.
Olaf said to me in a choked voice. "It idea of Lars, but great one."
"I have a gift for Ike, too." Lars said in a voice deep with emotion. "Years ago, our grandmother had fabric made with the family crest to cover chairs in their herenhuis, uh, her mansion. There was much cloth made, so my mother had some ties made for the men last year. I give you mine to welcome you to our clan." He took a tie box from the closet. It was a lovely blue, the exact color of my eyes, with the shield of an eagle with a sword under it in a golden-yellow color. I looked at my ring: there were crossed swords above the more stylized bird instead. Lars handed me my suit and a light blue shirt on hangers in plastic from a dry-cleaner's. "I had it pressed with our uniforms and Rob's. Now go shower and shave in your bathroom. If I let you and Olaf shower together, we won't be dressed when the car comes to take us to the Plaza."
"Car?" I asked as I rose unsteadily to my feet. For the first time I noticed Robbie in the door, tears on his face. He'd watched the ring being placed on my finger. We smiled at each other.
"I arranged with a gay limo service for a big car for us all to go their together. Did you want to travel their by bus?" Lars teased.
"As long as my Olaf is by my side, I don't care. But it's nice. Thanks, Lars."
Lars ran his fingers through Rob's man-pelt, purring. "He's almost as hot as you are, Ike. Give him a few years to get the level of confidence you have, and some sun to get darker skin."
Rob laughed. "No fair. Ike's mother is part black and part Blackfoot."
The Swedes looked confused. "I thought you are Italian." Olaf stated.
"I'm a good American mutt." As Lars translated for me, Rob left to shave. "My father's father was born in Rome, but he married an Irish woman here. My mother's family has been here since colonial times. Her grandfather married the daughter of an Indian chief and a runaway half-white slave woman who had been adopted by the tribe. Her other grandfather was a Jewish trader who married a Swede in Minnesota, so I have a bit of Swedish blood, too."
"Zeer goed, you are a Viking too," joked my love.
"Both of you guys like dark, hairy men, huh?" I asked them.
"Sweden has a limited gene pool." Lars explained. "Even dark haired men are usually smooth. We two are considered furry with our peach fuzz. You and Rob are so fucking exotic looking to us, and manly." He slapped my ass playfully. "Go get ready for your brother. I can't wait to drool over him. Straight men are so exciting. Especially enticing one into bed."
Since we were alone, I whispered, "Are you rich enough?" Lars was puzzled. "This is a secret that Olaf knows. Rob has been known to sell his cock, but is not a regular hustler. He did some to buy the diamond for his girlfriend."
Lars pretended disappointment. "You spoil my fantasy, Ike. He has moved to being as attractive as that Calvin."
I gathered up my suit and tie. "What do you mean? Cal is gay..." He shook his head. "Isn't he?"
"No, he is the one who mostly services the woman. Al will do it, but prefers cock, while Cal really is trade. He is as bisexual as I am, but where my preference is men, he prefers older women, but enjoys a hot fuck up his ass from the right man." He pointed at me. "Like the stud he had a crush on as a teen."
"How do you know all this?"
"My job is to teach teenagers to become men and sailors. I know young men, and I am good at talking to them. I simply asked over coffee. No one ever asked them for details before. Now, go get clean. You smell of cum and sweat. Hot for sex, but not for The Plaza."
After kissing my love, I left laughing. I was in love, and he loved me, even if I had trouble understanding why he found a dumb trucker like me so appealing. For the first time in my life, I saw a happy future, as long as my sexy Olaf was in it.
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to be continued.....
My thanks for Google Translate for my Swedish lessons. My maternal grandfather from Stockholm would have been proud!
Let me know how you like this series, and if you have any suggestions for it. Remember, it takes place in 1976 in New York City.
Copyright:
©2011 "Ike"
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author, who can be reached at Ike-Rose@IkeRose.com or Oldtimer25@Gmail.com
Other stories by me are listed in the NIFTY archives under "Prolific Writers", under the name "Ike Rose". Let me know how you like them, and if you have any suggestions.
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