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.

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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.

To be continued.

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