Two Muscular Guests in the Garçonnière
by R Christopher Cooper
Garçonnière: The southern plantation homes sometimes had small buildings away from the main house to lodge the adult and teenage boys in the family and these lodgings were called a garçonnière. Roughly translated it means “bachelor flat or bachelor apartment”. The young men were still part of the family but they didn't sleep in the main house. In that era there were many blended families and the virtue of the young ladies (half-sisters) had to be unquestioned. They usually didn’t have a kitchen in the garçonnière so they took their meals with the family. The young men were also allowed in the main house for social events.
I didn’t recognize them. It had been ten years since I saw them last and they were grown men. They were tall, well dressed, handsome to the point of being beautiful, and they were both buff bodybuilders.
I'm six foot two and a half inches tall and weigh two hundred and five pounds. I'm slender in the waist and have a muscular torso. My chest is my strong point and is in the forty five inch range. My arms are eighteen inches and are nice but not remarkable. My legs are the reason I would never enter a competition. They are strong but not gargantuan like a competitive bodybuilder. Don’t get me wrong my legs aren’t sticks either. Most bodybuilders boast thirty six inch thighs, my thighs are in the twenty six inch range. I have always been fit, trim, and buff. I am what I am—to me it was as natural as being gay.
My mother was a flamboyant granddame that loved Mardi Gras. We have a house in the Garden District of New Orleans and every year we had an open house type party beginning on the Saturday before Mardi Gras and continuing until the last parade rolled on Fat Tuesday—Mardi Gras night.
My mother had been the Queen of one or two of the minor Krewe’s (Mardi Gras clubs or organizations) and my parents attended untold Mardi Gras Balls every year. My father had a closet full of tuxedos in support of my mother and her obsession. He would roll his eyes (behind her back of course) as she modeled the latest ball gown she purchase and smile as he paid the exorbitant credit card bills. To dad it was not only social, it was business—it was how he made millions of dollars.
When my father passed away I was pressed into service as the escort for all the social events. I stepped into my father’s shoes both in the business and in the social circle. As my mother aged, more and more of my friends began to come to the Mardi Gras weekend gathering. After my mother past away her friends still came to the house but gradually most got to old to do the steps and it was just my friends that continued the tradition.
I met Denny and his wife Barbara at one of the balls and there was an instant connection even though there was a big age difference between us. They were an eclectic couple. Denny had a dry sense of humor. His approach to life was droll and hilarious. He could deliver joke after joke deadpan and have everyone rolling in the isles. He was also a keen political observer and a satirical philosopher. Barb was a great dancer and the strait-man of Denny’s humor—much like George Burns and Gracie Allen. (Look them up if you don’t know who they were. They were from my grandfather’s era.)
That year they brought their blended family (Denny and Barb didn’t have any children together—they said four was enough.) to the weekend of food, fun, and Mardi Gras parade watching. Adam and Ben were Denny’s adopted sons from his first marriage. (His first wife Janet died in a car crash before her son Adam was five. His first wife Janet had been married before and brought the Adam and Ben into their marriage.) Barbara was a nurse. I suspected they met in the hospital but they never said. It doesn’t matter. Barbara’s son and daughter from her first marriage were half the age of Denny’s kids.
They were all welcome and the young family became regulars over the next several years—until Adam and Ben went off to college. By then Barb was working for University Hospital so Denny showed up with Barb’s children until they became independent and then he came by himself because Barb always worked the Mardi Gras weekend.
I re-met Adam and Ben at Denny’s funeral and I didn’t recognize them. It had been ten years since I saw them last and they were grown men. They were tall, well dressed, handsome to the point of being beautiful, and they were both buff bodybuilders. They were wearing well tailored double breasted suits which left little for the eye and a lot to the imagination. I watched as discretely as possible as they thanked the friends for coming. Both men were about six foot tall and well over two hundred pounds each. In everything else they were complete opposites. I invited Ben and Adam to the Mardi Gras weekend gathering but I never expected them to show up.
Barbara was selling the house and moving to the town where he grandchildren lived. Adam and Ben had become the caretakers for Denny and to a lesser extent Barb and they were looking for a place to live after the house sold. Barb took what she wanted and moved out of town a week after the service.
That year (2010) Mardi Gras was on February 16th two days after Valentines Day so naturally a couple of Krewe’s celebrated the duel holiday and made hearts and love part of their parade theme. Sunday I had my own Valentines Day theme including a heart shaped red velvet cake, red roses for all the ladies, and Mardi Gras beads that were heart shaped for one and all.
The weather was glorious that weekend so the house was overflowing with parade goers. It was Sunday evening and the Krewe of Bacchus was about to roll so everyone left for the parade. I stayed behind to pick up, take out garbage, and prepare for the hungry guests that would be returning after the Bacchus parade. It was great to have guests but it was also heavenly too have a few minutes of peace and quiet.
Every year I forgot how much work it was to have the extended party but by the next January I was ready and planning for the Mardi Gras weekend. I was putting the last tray in the refrigerator when I heard a knock on the door. It was either a late arriving guest or someone needing to use the bathroom. I unlocked the door and opened the protective shutters and you could have knocked me over with a feather. It was Adam and his brother Ben.
They were dressed in jeans which conformed to their bubble butts and powerful legs. Their shirts were broadcloth—Adam’s Royal Blue—Ben’s Jack Black Check. These clothes didn’t hide their great bodies like the suits had. I discretely checked out their physiques and their equipment. As we talked I caught a glimpse of some bulging behind a zipper but it wasn’t exaggerated.
Adam certainly wasn't shy and as he pulled himself to me in greeting, I thought I detected a light peck at my ear as if he kissed air like my mother and he friends did. I think it is a southern thing. The kiss touched my ear but it was so quick, that I shrugged it off as nothing more than wishful thinking. Ben shook my hand and held it as he pulled me closer in a manly hug.
Adam was the older brother was born with fine almost white blond hair which had darkened to a sexy golden blond over the years. He had light blue cheerful eyes. Adam had his medium long full head of hair parted down the middle. He was the kind of person that everyone gravitated to and I do believe he never met a stranger. His personality bubbled like Champagne.
Ben, on the other hand, was quiet and reserved. Not unfriendly but it was as if he had something else on his mind. His hair was chestnut brown and nearly as fine as his brother’s hair. Adam’s hairstyle was light an airy but Ben used hair gel to slick back his hair in a wet look making his hair look almost black. Ben had deep brown eyes that would melt the heart of any woman he held in his arms. They were both square jawed and ruggedly handsome.
We stood there on the porch and chatted. I was so flustered I didn’t even invite them into the house. I asked about Barb before I found my manners and invited the bundles of muscular manhood inside. Adam made a beeline for the bathroom while Ben followed me into the living room.
I offered Ben a beer and then joined him on the sofa. I wanted to take the opportunity to talk with Ben while we had a few moments by ourselves in the living room.
“Thanks,” he said as he popped the top.
“Everything okay?” I asked. “You don't look as if you're fully here.” He smiled and I asked myself—why are brooding men so sexy?
“Yeah, it's fine,” he said unconvincingly. “I just didn’t know if we should impose.”
“I did invite you,” I smiled.
“That’s what Adam said,” he said looking at the beer. “It has been so many years. So many things are different now.”
“You boys are all grown up. You’ve grown into strapping… men,” I smiled. I was going to say young men because I was fostering a fantasy with myself in the center of the big bed with Adam’s naked body on the right and Ben’s naked body on the left. “I remember you two in high school. You moved as a unit.”
His eyes brightened. “Sure. When we were kids we did everything together. My brother always looked out for me. I guess it was a big brother idol thing for me. A lot's happened over the years since dad got sick.” Ben took a swig of his beer then continued. “Anytime I’d get into trouble Adam said he'd kick the shit out of me if I ever did it again. I had to build up my physique out of fear that he would kick my butt.”
That was the most I heard Ben say since they arrived. I knew I hit on something to keep him talking. I sat at the sofa with half the middle cushion separating us from physical contact and turned to face him. “I take it you and Adam have sold the house.” I must have struck a nerve—his face fell.
“Barb’s house. She never adopted us,” Ben looked down again.
“Alright, where is mine,” Adam smiled as he burst into the room and tried to look hurt.
“Kitchen in the cooler,” I smiled. “Didn’t know what you wanted.”
He brought his beer and sat on the end of the sofa forcing me to move closer to Ben. With Adam on my right and Ben on my left the fantasy continued.
“We have a buyer for the house, if they get the financing,” Adam said as if he was glad to get rid of the millstone around his neck. “Ben isn’t happy. We grew up in that house. “It’ll be ok Ben,” Adam said as he reached across my lap and clamped down on Ben’s thigh. Adam gave him a pat and then sat back to sip his beer.
It was impossible to miss the implications of his gesture. I was desperately trying to find a way to continue the conversation and without insulting Adam and driving Ben to tears. I was feeling heat rise in my face from Adam brushing his body against me as he reached for his brother.
“If you need a place to stay I do have the garçonnière in the back yard,” I offered.
(This small house had been modernized with a kitchen and bath. But it was still referred to as a Garçonnière.)
“I just had the kitchen and bathroom redone so it isn’t rented.” I took a quick swig of beer, swallowed and held my breath as I waited for their response. Before they could answer there was a knock on the door. Some of the teenage girls and their mom had come back from the parade to use the bathroom. I was up from the couch and nervously coming to get the door but they had an extra key and were on their way inside.
“Is the parade passing?” I asked just a bit too loud.
“It was stopped but we could see it down the street,” Betty said. She saw the boys and her breathing quickened.
“These are old friends Adam and Ben,” I introduced them to Betty. “We were just going to St. Charles Avenue. You obviously have a key. Make sure you lock the shutters too,” I instructed. “Ready guys?” Ben was ready to go and Adam was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“That happens all the time,” Ben said as we walked. I felt his hand brush my shoulder like he was brushing away lint.
“I know,” I smiled. “I wish guys would act that way when they see me,” I said to let them know I was gay.
“Yeah, we knew about you years ago,” Adam chuckled.
“Dad wanted to be sure that whenever we came to visit it wouldn't be a problem for us. It's not—believe me.” Ben said. I was a bit shocked that came out of Ben’s mouth.
“In high school it wouldn’t have been a problem either except for us being underage and you being an adult,” Adam added. “We got into bodybuilding because of you.”
I stopped dead in my tracks and they took a couple more steps. I had no idea that I was the inspiration for the two brothers that were the step sons of my casual friend. I loved it! I looked around before I adjusted my hardening cock. I wanted to grab them and give them a bear hug.
“Wow,” I began to walk. They fell into step. “I never thought…” I found myself grinning and blushing at them like a school kid who just got kissed for the first time. I knew I had to get back to the gym and work harder to eliminate the battle of the bulge creeping onto my midsection.
“I was hoping that maybe we could get together with you one of these days,” Ben continued. My mind was racing as we quickened our pace. The police trucks that lead the parade (communications) were starting to pass and I wanted to see the King’s float. Drew Brees was a dreamboat.
The conversation didn’t continue and the boys got into the fray catching beads, cups, and doubloons. I stood at the back and just watched. I had tons of parade throws at home and didn’t need even one more bead. I did however accept one Drew Brees doubloon—thrown by the hunky King of Bacchus himself.
I left before the end of the parade to put the food out on the table. Everyone always came back to the house to have a snack and wait until traffic cleared. People were starting to leave before Adam and Ben returned. (They said they had to move the car closer to my house.)
“Come back on Tuesday,” I said to people as they left. The Orpheus parade was Monday night but traditionally nobody came to my house. I didn’t have open house because I needed the rest before the onslaught of Fat Tuesday when people started arriving at eight in the morning.
For the first time in a long time I didn’t want to talk and entertain. I wanted the guests to leave—all except for two very special guests. I turned on the charm and accepted my fate. Finally the last of them left and I was hoping nobody would come back because they had forgotten a purse.
“You want to go out to see the apartment?” I said to Ben. Adam had gone to move the car again.
“Okay. Are you ready for another brew?” he replied.
After closing the door in the apartment Ben set his beer down on the granite counter top, grabbed me, pulled me against his body and kissed me full on the lips. His left hand rubbed my ass as his right held the back of my head.
It took me but a second to participate—caressing and kissing while exploring his mouth with my tongue. I could feel the swelling of his cock and I knew he could feel how I was humping his thigh. There was a noise just before we separated. Ben’s hands were stroking my arms as he searched my eyes. Slowly our breathing returned to normal.
“I just had to do that,” he said after taking a sip of beer. “I didn't know if I'd have another chance. I wanted to do that since before that lady came back to use the bathroom. I'm glad I got a chance to do it before we left. Thanks.”
We may have stopped kissing, but I still had my arm around his waist as we leaned against the countertop. “Thank you,” I said.
“I think you're pretty hot, you know,” he smiled. He reached over and started squeezing my hard-on through my jeans. It felt good and I wasn't going to stop him. “Besides, it doesn't look like I'll be able to talk to Adam about this place before we go back home,” he said as he looked off into the distance. “Adam says it is time to move on and he wouldn’t buy dad and Barb’s house. I think he didn’t want to give Barbara his money,” Ben jumped when the door opened. Adam came in with a six pack of beer.
“Every time I find you the two of you are talking so seriously,” he chuckled and peeled off a beer. “Anybody ready for another?” I walked up to Adam and kissed him like his brother kissed me.
“I want you both to move in. If this apartment isn’t big enough there are four bedrooms upstairs in my place. I keep it locked so the kids don’t go up there and hurt themselves. The stairs are steep,” I explained. Adam had a stunned look on his face. He ran the back of his hand along my cock.
“I was going to ask if we could just cut to the chase and move in with you,” Adam smiled. “I’m almost sure Ben would rather rent this apartment for appearances,” he smiled at Ben.
“Ok the rent is a dollar a day payable by the year. Plus utilities,” I grinned. Ben came up behind me and rubbed his hard cock against my ass. “Damn your cock feels big,” I said. They both laughed.
We’ve got identical sized cocks which shock most people when they see them,” Ben said.
“Almost nine inches,” Adam said as he rubbed me cock to cock. “Sooo where are the bedrooms,” he asked.
Ben chuckled behind me and then they charged upstairs. They undid their belts, opened their jeans, and exposed their fully hard cocks before I walked in. The swollen head of their hard-on’s waved at me as they twisted their hips. Each of them had a pair of low hanging balls.
“What's up, Uncle Peter?” they said in unison.
“Technically, I'm only a friend-in-law, so I’m not really your Uncle,” I grinned but I loved the way they said it with impish humor. “Please drop the Uncle—it makes me sound so old,” I groaned as I stroked the undersides of both hard cocks.
“Well, well, fun and games. Too bad there is no bed,” I chuckled. “We better get back to my house,” I said as I pressed my body against theirs.
I turned and walked past the second bedroom to a locked door. I inserted the key and turned the deadbolt. I walked up three steps and opened the second door which put us in my kitchen.
“I always wondered where that door led,” Adam smiled. “It looks like a broom closet with stairs.”
“I think in the 1920’s the maids lived in the garçonnière,” I explained. “This house was built around 1853 and the garçonnière was added around 1870 to 1872 about the time the older boys would have been moved out of the main house,” I explained.
“So we can be in two houses at the same time,” Ben smirked.
“Seems a shame that you should loose all that rent,” Adam remarked.
“Nothing is free,” I said as I rubbed each firm ass.
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That night as Adam lay exhausted on my right and Ben lay panting on my left, I looked into the darkness and took a deep breath. There was a huge smile on my face. After all those years I was still able to hold my own with two beautiful men at my side. Not bad for a man ten years their senior.
“Peter? Are you awake?” Ben whispered.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Dad always said we could trust you.” He paused and snuggled closer. “I don’t feel like an orphan any more. I know that somebody besides Adam loves me,” Ben said.
“I feel like a lover,” Adam said as he turned and rested his face against my other pec. “…a very fortunate lover.” I hugged both of them because they made me feel ten years younger. I was on top of the world and I felt incredibly invigorated.
My two studs jumped out of bed and jockeyed for space in front of the mirrors much like bodybuilding contestants fight for front and center in a pose down. Ben was laughing and Adam gestured for me to join the naked flex contest. The mirrors on the double door armoire were large for an armoire but not big enough for a posing contest. I think that they were just showing off for each other because there wasn’t enough light in the room to see anything but ambiguous shapes.
I was actually honored that they wanted me to join them. I wasn’t a poser—I didn’t have a routine but who couldn’t do double biceps or side chest poses? I did my rendition of a most muscular when the lamp was turned on. I relaxed and stumbled backwards right into the two studs. My eyes zeroed in on my wash board abs—before tonight I was getting a spare tire. Both guys stroked my 48” pecs.
“Nice,” Ben hissed.
“Good but not great,” Adam smiled. “In the next twenty four hours you are gonna get huge!” Ben reached over and turned off the lamp.
I smiled as I pulled both studs against me. “Are you ready for round two?” I asked as I ushered them back toward the bed.
END