Big Cock Big Law
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I am so glad. I am enjoying the production of it as well....
I am soo invested in this. Look forward to these chapters, amazing writing skills.
Hah damn, hitting us with real life things. It do be like that sometimes, lol.
Chapter 16
I had survived my first real law firm meeting. And had excelled. I decided that I deserved a treat. I looked at the clock, 10:30, and I headed out to the elevator. The bathroom awaited. The doors to the elevator opened to the basement, and I heard construction sounds from down the hall. There were workmen in front of the men’s bathroom and as I approached they said, “it’s closed, you’ll have to go elsewhere.” I was a bit heartbroken. I needed a cock to suck in the worst way possible. Then I turned around and headed to the gym. I breezed by the front desks without a gym bag and nobody noticed. I quickly undressed and put a towel around me. I walked past the showers and into the steam room, like I was on a mission. It was empty. I was so disinhearted. Okay, it was 10:30 in the morning, but come on, somebody needed their dick sucked. I was fuming a bit, and decided I would just take a steam for a minute. I sat on the lower bench and I closed my eyes and let the vapor soak into my skin. After a minute or so I began to relax, and just feel at peace.
The door opened. I didn’t open my eyes at first, and I heard feet shuffling in and a guy sitting near me on the top bench. I felt his towel brush my shoulder as he unfurled. I took a deep breath and looked over. There was a furry leg beside me about six inches away. The side of the towel was on the bench so I could see the whole side of the man’s frame, the muscular calves, the thighs, the hips, and the waist, and the chest. There was a furry mass on the chest and nipples that were dark and pointed. I saw the underarm fur peeking out from where his arms were clasped at his sides, and I wanted to lean over and start licking him. He smelled good, like cologne and man musk. I was starting to get aroused, and I let my towel slide open. I arched my back and stretched from side to side, deliberately grazing my shoulder on his knee. He turned his head to me. Normally I would have apologized for disturbing, but this time I just stared back at him. He looked at me for a minute and then extended his leg prone and placing his ankle on the edge of the lower bench next to me. I looked over and his cock was on full display. It was furry; a mass of balls and a nice shaft. Four or so inches soft, but curled up, with a pointed head that was also dark like his nipples. He was tan and I couldn’t tell if he was latin or not, and I didn’t really care. THe cock was cut and as I continued to stare, it started to come alive, growing a couple of inches as it thickened and stretched to the side.
I didn’t have too much time to flirt and be coy about it, I needed to suck and get back to my desk. I took my thumb and started rubbing his calf next to me. He arched his back and then started jacking his cock. I moved in front of him and started rubbing his inner thighs with both hands as I leaned my head down toward his now erect prick. It was pointing straight for my mouth, and while not so thick, a decent seven inches, a perfect mouthful. I opened and slid my tongue down the underside of his shaft as I took most of it in the first gulp. I then closed my lips around it and began a slow back and forth as I passed my lips up and down his shaft. I felt his hand on the back of my head as I worked the shaft, which was getting more rigid with every pass. I cupped his balls with my hand, those furry eggs just heavy with cum to give me. I stuck a finger under the sac and started rubbing his taint. He moved forward, and I kept inching inward looking for that hole. By now my throat was open and his cockhead was hitting the back of my mouth with every stroke, My finger found the folds of his asshole, and I started to press in a little toward the moistness of it. It started to wink at my finger as I pressed and the action pulled me into his anal canal, as I got the first knuckle in. The cock in my mouth was now so rigid I thought he would come at any moment.
I reached up and tweaked his nipple gently. He let out a moan from the depths of his belly. I was tweaking the nipple with one hand, and fingering his asshole with the other hand. All the while keeping his cock in my mouth and down my throat. I had stopped actively sucking him as I didn’t want him to shoot just yet, but my cock was already hard and precumming too. I was trying to decide between bending him over and fucking the shit out of that asshole, or just teasing him with my mouth until he shot a huge load down my throat. He took the nipple tweaking hand and started sucking on my fingers. I pressed into his ass further with my finger almost getting the whole finger inside. I started wiggling it around as I shoved in and out in time with his sucking of my fingers. I felt his cock stretch into my mouth and the asshole grip my fingers further as he was clearly churning up a hot load of man sperm. I decided to increase the intensity of the experience and started to pick up the pace of my finger fucking. I resumed the sucking of his cock, and stiffened my tongue against his cock’s under ridge. I felt him increase the speed of his fingersucking and then I started bobbing my head up and down faster too. There was an acceleration of the whole machinery of sucking and prodding, faster and faster, until I felt the magic spasming of his cock and his asshole at the same time, milking my finger and the cock jutting up toward the roof of my mouth. My tongue felt the gush of the cum first shooting up his shaft and out the hole. My mouth was filled with the magic sticky warm sweet stuff of life and I was in heaven for about a minute as he writhed under me.
I found my own cock and jerked off in about ten seconds spraying his leg with my own man juice, me shaking now like the other guy. I stayed in place with my finger in his ass and his cock in my mouth as he started to calm down. I put my other hand around his back and let his cock fall out of my mouth. I leaned my head into his stomach, flat and rippled with fur all over it. The blackness of the hair, and the tanness of his skin. I pulled my other hand out from under his bottom and wrapped it around him too. He put his arms around my back and we stayed there in this awkward embrace for a good couple of minutes. I sat back on my legs kneeling on the lower bench and leaned into him to kiss him. He pulled away and shook his head no. Too gay I suspect for this man whose machismo wouldn’t let him have intimacy with me. I leaned toward his shoulder and gave him a long hug. He was tentative at first then wrapped his arms around me and squeezed tight. He whispered in my ear, “probably time to go back to work don’t you think.” I nodded and whispered, “in a minute. Just a minute.” He held me and rubbed my back. I rubbed his back and sides, and then after a little longer, I pulled away. I got up and had to steady myself the orgasm taking away some of my balance.
He wrapped his towel around, and then I grabbed mine. We both stepped off and left the steam room and headed for the shower. I took the head across from him and I watched him soap up to get rid of any of my spit still on him. I thought he seemed different than the other guys I have sucked off here. Less aggressive and needy, more at peace with the experience. Like it could have happened or not, but he was not particular either way. But, once it did, he was into the playing of it. I felt more at peace too, as if his energy conveyed over to me. I was calmer now, and able to focus. I took a deep breath and just stared at the ass I had just finger fucked not five minutes before. He was soaping the crack and hole and I wished I could help. But my cock was still rigid and I was trying to get the monster to calm down as well. The ass soaping was really not helping. I turned around to wash off the front of me and when I turned back around about thirty seconds later to wash off my ass, he was gone. I don’t know why, but I was sad about that. Not like you say goodbye in these cases, but it was a really nice moment, and I didn’t want it to end. I finished up and headed back to my locker to change.
When I got back to my desk with wet hair, Todd looked at me funny. “Did you go for a swim?” I chuckled, “no, I just needed to unwind a bit after the talk with Jason. Is there anything I need to do before the call at 2?” Todd shook his head no. “Just be ready for questions, Jason might point to you to speak at any minute.” I nodded. “Got it,” I said, “I’ll review everything before we go in.” I turned to my computer and printed out duplicates of the documents from this morning. I also logged in to the doc review system and found the tax filing pages that I referenced in my notes and printed those as copies as well. I didn’t notice the time until I looked up and Sean was at my desk. I didn’t realize it was him at first, I just saw a crotch at my eye level and thought, “nice bulge.” I looked up and saw the smirk and the red hair. “Hi there,” I said, “what’s going on with you?” Sean said, “well, I thought you might want to get lunch early before your big meeting that everyone is talking about.” I blushed. “That sounds great,” I said, and Sean replied, “cool, meet us at the elevator in 10.” He turned and walked away, and I watched that ass shift back and forth away from me for a minute before I caught myself. I looked around and everyone around me was busy typing away so I wasn’t caught in my ogling. If that man didn’t have such a nice dick, I’d love to take a crack at that ass. Seriously.
I got up and retrieved my print outs from the printer down the hall. I set them on my desk and headed down the corridor toward the front doors of the firm. When I got to the elevator, I saw Sean there with Mark. I smiled broadly at him and he at me. “Hey, great to see you,” I put a hand out to shake it. He laughed, “are we being all business now, where’s my hug?” I laughed and said, “inside the elevator, I have a reputation to uphold.” Sean chuckled, “that’s not what the mailroom says.” I turned to him as the doors to the elevator opened. “I would never know what you meant by that.” He gave me a knowing stare. I shrugged my shoulders and turned to Mark. “So what are you doing these days,” I asked my former cubemate. “Oh I got transferred to another division after the whole Jeremy incident. There was a need in the insurance fraud section, and they slotted me in,” Mark explained. He was cute in a button down with his hands in his pockets. I nodded and said, “is it less crazy?” He nodded, “so much better. No yelling, no surprises,” he said shaking his head. He was shuffling he feet like he was nervous. I looked down. He had on black leather adidas with white stripes. Hm, could he be the magic blow job guy? Sean’s cock would certainly need it. That thick monster with the purple head was a full meal coming through the hole for my mouth. I couldn’t imagine it in my ass. But in Mark’s? That tight perky bum getting split open with Sean’s pile driver. Damn, I started to feel my cock grow at that fantasy image.
Sean turned to me and asked, “so, how is tax going? You were MIA most of last week.” I nodded, “it’s going well,” I said, “I spent last week in the vault since you couldn’t get me a login account.” I smirked his way. Sean shrugged, “not my system, I did what I could. So you were down there with Nathan the dirty tech.” I nodded and said, “dirty?” Sean turned to me, “you know, he never showers. That’s why he’s down there. He used to be up here next to me, but I finally had to say something, so the partners moved him. That cock is distracting, I tell you.” I laughed, “yes it is,” I said, “so distracting.” I didn’t mention my failed date with him. And probably wouldn’t. I wasn’t sure I could ever go back to the vault, but it wasn’t my fault really. That fucking dog licking me was more skeevy than the whole cheese smell. Although that was pretty rough too. Sean said, “so, did you ever get to see it? He’s been known to show it off in the urinal outside the door.” I shook my head no. “I was in the tax room working so hard I had to set an alarm to remind myself to eat lunch. I just walked past the security folks and paid nobody any mind.” That was my story and I was sticking to it.
The elevator opened and we three walked out into the main lobby and out the door. It was hot outside, and Sean had sunglasses on but the rest of us were unprepared for the light. Sean suggested we try the Korean chicken place across the street that recently opened. I told them I needed to be back before my meeting at 2, and really by about 1. Mark agreed as he was on a short leash with his new job after the ass in the air affair, as it became known. We each ordered chicken and a drink and sat down at a table near the pick up counter. “They are quick, so don’t worry,” Sean said, turning to me. He was basically free of management oversight after having been there for four years through interns coming and going, and associates as well. “So, are you guys dating, living together, picking up thirds, what’s the story?” I asked them when the conversation lulled. Mark cleared his throat, “Thirds? I wouldn’t know what to do with anyone else besides Sean.” I smiled at Sean. I knew that problem well. Sean was a lot to handle just by himself. That cock. Man. Sean shrugged his shoulders, clearly proud of himself.
Sean said, “well, Marky here comes over and stays a good amount of the time with me, and I occasionally stay over at his sublet, but there’s a couple of frat guys living there too, so as nice as the view may be of them roaming the house in their boxers at times, they don’t clean toilets very well.” I shook my head no. “I was lucky to find a short term rental on my own,” I said. Sean turned to me and said, “wait you live alone and you haven’t invited us over?” I laughed, “I haven’t had much time for that,” I replied. “I think you are due to have us around,” Sean argued, and Mark nodded. I exhaled. “Fine, you win,” I said, “how about Saturday evening?” Sean perked up, “sounds great, it’s a date!” I laughed, “that would be a first for me.” Sean said, “a first what?” I said, “a first date.” He said, “I thought you were popular with all the boys.” Looking at me with the ‘I know you have blown me, and it wasn’t bad’ sort of look. “I’m not so sure about popular,” I replied, “but my Grindr account gets a lot of action.” We all laughed. Mark laughed too, so I think there’s more to his sluttiness than I realized. That ass would be very popular on Grindr I thought.
I had survived my first real law firm meeting. And had excelled. I decided that I deserved a treat. I looked at the clock, 10:30, and I headed out to the elevator. The bathroom awaited. The doors to the elevator opened to the basement, and I heard construction sounds from down the hall. There were workmen in front of the men’s bathroom and as I approached they said, “it’s closed, you’ll have to go elsewhere.” I was a bit heartbroken. I needed a cock to suck in the worst way possible. Then I turned around and headed to the gym. I breezed by the front desks without a gym bag and nobody noticed. I quickly undressed and put a towel around me. I walked past the showers and into the steam room, like I was on a mission. It was empty. I was so disinhearted. Okay, it was 10:30 in the morning, but come on, somebody needed their dick sucked. I was fuming a bit, and decided I would just take a steam for a minute. I sat on the lower bench and I closed my eyes and let the vapor soak into my skin. After a minute or so I began to relax, and just feel at peace.
The door opened. I didn’t open my eyes at first, and I heard feet shuffling in and a guy sitting near me on the top bench. I felt his towel brush my shoulder as he unfurled. I took a deep breath and looked over. There was a furry leg beside me about six inches away. The side of the towel was on the bench so I could see the whole side of the man’s frame, the muscular calves, the thighs, the hips, and the waist, and the chest. There was a furry mass on the chest and nipples that were dark and pointed. I saw the underarm fur peeking out from where his arms were clasped at his sides, and I wanted to lean over and start licking him. He smelled good, like cologne and man musk. I was starting to get aroused, and I let my towel slide open. I arched my back and stretched from side to side, deliberately grazing my shoulder on his knee. He turned his head to me. Normally I would have apologized for disturbing, but this time I just stared back at him. He looked at me for a minute and then extended his leg prone and placing his ankle on the edge of the lower bench next to me. I looked over and his cock was on full display. It was furry; a mass of balls and a nice shaft. Four or so inches soft, but curled up, with a pointed head that was also dark like his nipples. He was tan and I couldn’t tell if he was latin or not, and I didn’t really care. THe cock was cut and as I continued to stare, it started to come alive, growing a couple of inches as it thickened and stretched to the side.
I didn’t have too much time to flirt and be coy about it, I needed to suck and get back to my desk. I took my thumb and started rubbing his calf next to me. He arched his back and then started jacking his cock. I moved in front of him and started rubbing his inner thighs with both hands as I leaned my head down toward his now erect prick. It was pointing straight for my mouth, and while not so thick, a decent seven inches, a perfect mouthful. I opened and slid my tongue down the underside of his shaft as I took most of it in the first gulp. I then closed my lips around it and began a slow back and forth as I passed my lips up and down his shaft. I felt his hand on the back of my head as I worked the shaft, which was getting more rigid with every pass. I cupped his balls with my hand, those furry eggs just heavy with cum to give me. I stuck a finger under the sac and started rubbing his taint. He moved forward, and I kept inching inward looking for that hole. By now my throat was open and his cockhead was hitting the back of my mouth with every stroke, My finger found the folds of his asshole, and I started to press in a little toward the moistness of it. It started to wink at my finger as I pressed and the action pulled me into his anal canal, as I got the first knuckle in. The cock in my mouth was now so rigid I thought he would come at any moment.
I reached up and tweaked his nipple gently. He let out a moan from the depths of his belly. I was tweaking the nipple with one hand, and fingering his asshole with the other hand. All the while keeping his cock in my mouth and down my throat. I had stopped actively sucking him as I didn’t want him to shoot just yet, but my cock was already hard and precumming too. I was trying to decide between bending him over and fucking the shit out of that asshole, or just teasing him with my mouth until he shot a huge load down my throat. He took the nipple tweaking hand and started sucking on my fingers. I pressed into his ass further with my finger almost getting the whole finger inside. I started wiggling it around as I shoved in and out in time with his sucking of my fingers. I felt his cock stretch into my mouth and the asshole grip my fingers further as he was clearly churning up a hot load of man sperm. I decided to increase the intensity of the experience and started to pick up the pace of my finger fucking. I resumed the sucking of his cock, and stiffened my tongue against his cock’s under ridge. I felt him increase the speed of his fingersucking and then I started bobbing my head up and down faster too. There was an acceleration of the whole machinery of sucking and prodding, faster and faster, until I felt the magic spasming of his cock and his asshole at the same time, milking my finger and the cock jutting up toward the roof of my mouth. My tongue felt the gush of the cum first shooting up his shaft and out the hole. My mouth was filled with the magic sticky warm sweet stuff of life and I was in heaven for about a minute as he writhed under me.
I found my own cock and jerked off in about ten seconds spraying his leg with my own man juice, me shaking now like the other guy. I stayed in place with my finger in his ass and his cock in my mouth as he started to calm down. I put my other hand around his back and let his cock fall out of my mouth. I leaned my head into his stomach, flat and rippled with fur all over it. The blackness of the hair, and the tanness of his skin. I pulled my other hand out from under his bottom and wrapped it around him too. He put his arms around my back and we stayed there in this awkward embrace for a good couple of minutes. I sat back on my legs kneeling on the lower bench and leaned into him to kiss him. He pulled away and shook his head no. Too gay I suspect for this man whose machismo wouldn’t let him have intimacy with me. I leaned toward his shoulder and gave him a long hug. He was tentative at first then wrapped his arms around me and squeezed tight. He whispered in my ear, “probably time to go back to work don’t you think.” I nodded and whispered, “in a minute. Just a minute.” He held me and rubbed my back. I rubbed his back and sides, and then after a little longer, I pulled away. I got up and had to steady myself the orgasm taking away some of my balance.
He wrapped his towel around, and then I grabbed mine. We both stepped off and left the steam room and headed for the shower. I took the head across from him and I watched him soap up to get rid of any of my spit still on him. I thought he seemed different than the other guys I have sucked off here. Less aggressive and needy, more at peace with the experience. Like it could have happened or not, but he was not particular either way. But, once it did, he was into the playing of it. I felt more at peace too, as if his energy conveyed over to me. I was calmer now, and able to focus. I took a deep breath and just stared at the ass I had just finger fucked not five minutes before. He was soaping the crack and hole and I wished I could help. But my cock was still rigid and I was trying to get the monster to calm down as well. The ass soaping was really not helping. I turned around to wash off the front of me and when I turned back around about thirty seconds later to wash off my ass, he was gone. I don’t know why, but I was sad about that. Not like you say goodbye in these cases, but it was a really nice moment, and I didn’t want it to end. I finished up and headed back to my locker to change.
When I got back to my desk with wet hair, Todd looked at me funny. “Did you go for a swim?” I chuckled, “no, I just needed to unwind a bit after the talk with Jason. Is there anything I need to do before the call at 2?” Todd shook his head no. “Just be ready for questions, Jason might point to you to speak at any minute.” I nodded. “Got it,” I said, “I’ll review everything before we go in.” I turned to my computer and printed out duplicates of the documents from this morning. I also logged in to the doc review system and found the tax filing pages that I referenced in my notes and printed those as copies as well. I didn’t notice the time until I looked up and Sean was at my desk. I didn’t realize it was him at first, I just saw a crotch at my eye level and thought, “nice bulge.” I looked up and saw the smirk and the red hair. “Hi there,” I said, “what’s going on with you?” Sean said, “well, I thought you might want to get lunch early before your big meeting that everyone is talking about.” I blushed. “That sounds great,” I said, and Sean replied, “cool, meet us at the elevator in 10.” He turned and walked away, and I watched that ass shift back and forth away from me for a minute before I caught myself. I looked around and everyone around me was busy typing away so I wasn’t caught in my ogling. If that man didn’t have such a nice dick, I’d love to take a crack at that ass. Seriously.
I got up and retrieved my print outs from the printer down the hall. I set them on my desk and headed down the corridor toward the front doors of the firm. When I got to the elevator, I saw Sean there with Mark. I smiled broadly at him and he at me. “Hey, great to see you,” I put a hand out to shake it. He laughed, “are we being all business now, where’s my hug?” I laughed and said, “inside the elevator, I have a reputation to uphold.” Sean chuckled, “that’s not what the mailroom says.” I turned to him as the doors to the elevator opened. “I would never know what you meant by that.” He gave me a knowing stare. I shrugged my shoulders and turned to Mark. “So what are you doing these days,” I asked my former cubemate. “Oh I got transferred to another division after the whole Jeremy incident. There was a need in the insurance fraud section, and they slotted me in,” Mark explained. He was cute in a button down with his hands in his pockets. I nodded and said, “is it less crazy?” He nodded, “so much better. No yelling, no surprises,” he said shaking his head. He was shuffling he feet like he was nervous. I looked down. He had on black leather adidas with white stripes. Hm, could he be the magic blow job guy? Sean’s cock would certainly need it. That thick monster with the purple head was a full meal coming through the hole for my mouth. I couldn’t imagine it in my ass. But in Mark’s? That tight perky bum getting split open with Sean’s pile driver. Damn, I started to feel my cock grow at that fantasy image.
Sean turned to me and asked, “so, how is tax going? You were MIA most of last week.” I nodded, “it’s going well,” I said, “I spent last week in the vault since you couldn’t get me a login account.” I smirked his way. Sean shrugged, “not my system, I did what I could. So you were down there with Nathan the dirty tech.” I nodded and said, “dirty?” Sean turned to me, “you know, he never showers. That’s why he’s down there. He used to be up here next to me, but I finally had to say something, so the partners moved him. That cock is distracting, I tell you.” I laughed, “yes it is,” I said, “so distracting.” I didn’t mention my failed date with him. And probably wouldn’t. I wasn’t sure I could ever go back to the vault, but it wasn’t my fault really. That fucking dog licking me was more skeevy than the whole cheese smell. Although that was pretty rough too. Sean said, “so, did you ever get to see it? He’s been known to show it off in the urinal outside the door.” I shook my head no. “I was in the tax room working so hard I had to set an alarm to remind myself to eat lunch. I just walked past the security folks and paid nobody any mind.” That was my story and I was sticking to it.
The elevator opened and we three walked out into the main lobby and out the door. It was hot outside, and Sean had sunglasses on but the rest of us were unprepared for the light. Sean suggested we try the Korean chicken place across the street that recently opened. I told them I needed to be back before my meeting at 2, and really by about 1. Mark agreed as he was on a short leash with his new job after the ass in the air affair, as it became known. We each ordered chicken and a drink and sat down at a table near the pick up counter. “They are quick, so don’t worry,” Sean said, turning to me. He was basically free of management oversight after having been there for four years through interns coming and going, and associates as well. “So, are you guys dating, living together, picking up thirds, what’s the story?” I asked them when the conversation lulled. Mark cleared his throat, “Thirds? I wouldn’t know what to do with anyone else besides Sean.” I smiled at Sean. I knew that problem well. Sean was a lot to handle just by himself. That cock. Man. Sean shrugged his shoulders, clearly proud of himself.
Sean said, “well, Marky here comes over and stays a good amount of the time with me, and I occasionally stay over at his sublet, but there’s a couple of frat guys living there too, so as nice as the view may be of them roaming the house in their boxers at times, they don’t clean toilets very well.” I shook my head no. “I was lucky to find a short term rental on my own,” I said. Sean turned to me and said, “wait you live alone and you haven’t invited us over?” I laughed, “I haven’t had much time for that,” I replied. “I think you are due to have us around,” Sean argued, and Mark nodded. I exhaled. “Fine, you win,” I said, “how about Saturday evening?” Sean perked up, “sounds great, it’s a date!” I laughed, “that would be a first for me.” Sean said, “a first what?” I said, “a first date.” He said, “I thought you were popular with all the boys.” Looking at me with the ‘I know you have blown me, and it wasn’t bad’ sort of look. “I’m not so sure about popular,” I replied, “but my Grindr account gets a lot of action.” We all laughed. Mark laughed too, so I think there’s more to his sluttiness than I realized. That ass would be very popular on Grindr I thought.
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Chapter 17
We finished up and threw away the chicken bones from lunch. The sun was still scorching as we walked back, Sean still the only one in shades. I watched the two of them walk in front of me, Sean a good six inches taller than Mark, and Mark’s ass just swishing back and forth. Sean’s broad shoulders and his sturdy gate was a nice counterpoint to Mark’s more measured stride. And those sneakers. I really needed to let it go, but I kept thinking was that his mouth on my cock? I would take it again. And again. They were quite the couple. Sean touched Mark’s shoulder as they stepped off of a curb to cross the street. It was charming in its casualness and yet its quiet consideration. Sean was a gentleman with Mark, and Mark was a demure counterpart to Sean’s bravado. I was jealous, but also glad I had gotten to taste Sean’s delicious cock as well. Maybe I would get the opportunity again sometime.
As we entered the office building again, there was a rush of people leaving for their lunch so we got waylaid toward the elevators. They ended up taking one before I could get there. I was in another elevator that headed down by mistake. I looked at my watch, 12:45. I had a minute. So, I walked down toward the mail room once again. There was a barrier in front of the men’s room door, and tape across the jambs. I took a deep breath and turned around. No time for a steam now. I would have to wait to get my afternoon serving of cock. I was able to get into an empty elevator from the basement and rode up to the law firm floor. I walked through the firm and found my chair with documents in it and a note, “see me, Jason.” I picked up the documents and reviewed them. They were his notes on my analyses. Todd wasn’t at his desk, so I looked over toward Jason’s office. The door was open so I went over and knocked. He was on the phone but motioned me in.
Jason was winding up a call. “Sure, sounds good, yes, we will be in touch. Certainly, ok, sounds good, ok, good bye.” He hung up and shook his head. “Great client,” he said, “but a little needy. They all are when the government is knocking at their door. You’ll see. This case may just be as contentious.” I nodded. He stood up from his desk and walked over to his personal conference table which had stacks of open books on it already. He sat down at the table and motioned me over. I sat next to him with my pages in tow. “Oh great, I’m glad you brought those in,” Jason said pointing at the documents. I handed them over to him. “So, a couple of things before the call at two. I was just quizzing you on the potential money making options for this case because most lawyers get out of law school without any idea of business acumen. I needed to see if you could switch gears and monetize the work. You did fine, and there’s a bunch that Todd and I can teach you.” I nodded, and panicked because I didn’t bring in a notebook, so I was just going to have to commit this all to memory.
Jason continued, “I went ahead and added some legal citation and sourcing to your documents. To be honest, you were about 80% there already, and it was better work than most of my associates could do, even after a couple of years of working here. I am really impressed. He touched my forearm. “You have a real future here if you want it.” I nodded and blushed. I was jumping up and down inside. “Thank you sir,” I stammered, “I am just glad to be able to help.” He smiled and said, “you did more than help, you carried this case forward. Which is why I’m going to have you join us at all the meetings you can while you are here.” I nodded again and took in a deep breath and exhaled. “That’s great sir, I’m excited to see how this goes.” Jason then said, “you are going to see how our cases go, and there are twists and turns along the way. The tax world can be turned upside down on a dime. A missing comma, a number miscopied from another filing, a bad translation can all unwind a case that took years to mount.” I nodded.
“The litigation guys you were with are hacks that make cases work by bravado and threats. This is very different; we have to be smart. I think you are very smart, and I will be able to gauge this further in the coming weeks.” I nodded faster and said, “I won’t let you down sir.” He chuckled, “you don’t have to be frightened, but I want you to be prepared. The other thing is, my senior partner, Alvaro, is coming in for this call. We are all going to be on our best behavior. It’s actually a bigger deal than you were led on to believe. I’ll be able to explain more after the call. Let’s just say this is big. Very big. We are going to need you to clear your schedule for the rest of the summer. Are you okay with that?” I nodded. “Yes sir, I’m ready to go,” I said. “Good,” he replied, “please go through and make the edits I have suggested and bring 5 copies of each document with you to the meeting. Thanks. That is all.” I nodded, realizing the ‘that is all’ is the code phrase for get out.
I stood up and picked up the documents and left. Jason didn’t look up as he had already started reading from one of the open books. He was a tax machine, that man. Confident, but in a quiet way. I headed back to my desk. I opened my drafts and started reviewing the notes. There were copious amounts of red ink on every page. He really thought through each point I made, and had suggestions for others. I made the corrections, and then started to work through the notes he left for other arguments. I was completely immersed in the red squiggles, and didn’t see anyone coming back and forth past my cube. I looked up and it was 1:40 already. Todd was back and working, his head down, and everyone was quietly typing around the office. I decided that I would finish what I could in five minutes and then start printing. I grabbed a stapler and headed to the printer in the corner. I collated the materials and made five piles. I asked Todd’s admin if there was a way to put this in folders or how were we to present this for Alvaro. Her eyes widened and she said, “oh it’s that kind of meeting. Come with me.” She showed me the secret supply closet for the nice stuff and said, “over there are some of the nice portfolio binders. Use those.” I nodded and said, “thank you. This is great.” I picked up the folders and a packet of pens and another couple of notebooks while I was there. She locked the closet back up and I headed back to the printer.
I took the five completed packets with me and walked over to Todd’s desk. He was straightening his tie (but it was already perfect) and checking his hair in the mirror. He looked over at me and said, “we need to get you some better clothes. You look homeless in that suit.” I was ashamed but I knew I was underdressed for this side of the world. “Look I’m sorry, but you’ll see what I mean in a while.” I nodded. He touched my arm, “you are great, you really are. The best summer intern we have ever had. But you have a lot to learn.” I nodded. “Thank you, sir. I have been meaning to ask you where you shop for clothes.” Todd said, “I have a guy. I’ll get you the number later.” I nodded and followed him back to Jason’s office. It was 1:55 - nearly show time. I walked into the office and even Jason was combing his hair in the mirror. “Are we ready?” he asked. Todd said, “yes, we are as ready as we are going to be.” He looked me up and down like I was the gas that had been passed in the elevator. Jason turned to him, “John is fine; he is young and handsome, and Alvaro will understand.” Todd chuckled but didn’t respond. “Let’s head to the conference room and get set up.” Todd followed Jason, and I followed Todd.
I walked in and Sean was there. He had put on a tie, and a coat since I had seen him at lunch. His hair was also combed more so than the usual fluffy mop he wore. Everything was buttoned down. Except me. I ran my hand through my hair, that was all I could do. Sean turned to Jason and said, “we are ready for the meeting sir. All you need to do is unmute.” Jason nodded, and Sean left the conference room. At 1:59, the door opened and a very handsome latin man strode in. Jason stood, then Todd. I followed suit because I didn’t want to be out of place. “Sir,” said Jason. “Sir,” said Todd. I was dumbfounded. I nodded as I realized this was the hot man I had just blown in the steam room this morning. I had the image of his cock in my throat shooting cum everywhere as I looked him up and down. He did the same for me, and said to Jason, “who is the young man?” Jason smiled and said, “this is our new summer intern John. You’ll find he is quite capable already.” Alvaro turned to me with a glint in his eye and said, “I see. You are hungry for the work?” I nodded and said, “yes sir. I am very hungry.” He smiled and chuckled. “Well we have a lot to feed you with, I think you’ll find.” I nodded. Jason and Todd looked at each other. My cock was growing down my pants leg and I had to shift my weight from side to side to accommodate the erection that was trying to tent my pants. Alvaro noticed and smirked at me. I used my wrist to shove my cock to one side of my pants as I picked up the binders to pass them around the table.
Jason asked Alvaro, “is Manuel joining us?” Alvaro shook his head no, “he had another call to make. You can brief him later,” he said, as he looked directly at me. I nodded and made a note in my notebook. I started to sit but realized we were all standing waiting for Alvaro to sit. He did not. “I find the meetings easier to take standing,” he said. So we all stood. Jason went over to the comms desk, held his button on the mic, and then looked up and asked, “are we ready?” Alvaro nodded and Jason unmuted us. “Hello gentlemen,” Alvaro started with, “ how is London this evening? I’m sorry for the late call in the work day, but you know the Americans.” I took a breath. I had no idea we were talking to the UK right now. “Oh no worries Alvaro,” the voice on the line said in a proper British accent. “We are glad you were able to take this case. It has been on our minds of late and I couldn’t think of a better team to lead the response.” I took another breath. This was crazy. I was trying to take notes while standing in front of a perfectly good chair. Todd would explain later that Alvaro was eccentric and believed that the standing forced people to only say what was essential to ensure a shorter meeting.
“So, I’ll just start and hand it over to my capable team,” Alvaro said, looking directly at me. My cock was hard and pointing back at him. It had to be obvious, and he did look down at it as he turned back to the speaker. “We have reviewed your case and we believe you have several responses that we can make regarding the various legal inquiries. Some will require you to counterclaim against your accountants. Are you prepared to seek litigation from them?” There was a pause before the voice on the line said, “well, we will have to discuss internally with our board, but we are willing to do what is necessary to address the concerns, even if it means breaking the accountancy relationship we have held for over a decade.” Alvaro nodded and so did Jason. “Good to hear, and we respect that it is not an easy decision to make,” Alvaro said. “I will let Jason inform you of our litigation strategy. Jason,” Alvaro said as he headed to the door. He looked at me and smiled. “You are in good hands,” Alvaro said as he opened the door and left. We all took our chairs once the door had closed.
Jason cleared his throat and said, “we have a plan that we are still formulating, but we thought we’d outline options on this call.” Jason pointed at me and mouthed the word ‘go.’ I nodded and started in. “We have reviewed the documents and specific to the filings we believe there are some inconsistencies that we need to resolve,” I started, “and there may be some filing errors that we uncovered by reviewing the filings across jurisdictions which may require multiple filing corrections and perhaps some legal argumentation to extricate you from some of the stickier wickets.” I added that because it sounded British to me, I had no idea. “We think that you have a case to defend in the various tax matters with which you have presented us and I am certain that we can help provide you with a robust defense.” I stopped talking and looked at Jason who was giving me a thumbs up.
The voice on the other end of the phone asked, “are you new?” I nodded and said, “yes, I’m new here. My name is John and I have been asked by Jason to review your case and make some recommendations.” I didn’t know where my own bravado was coming from, but I was on a roll. “Very well, you sound confident, and we love the American’s brashness. It’s always a breath of fresh air to us Londonites.” I nodded, “Very well. I am happy to be on your team.” I looked over at Jason. He continued, “so we have some memoranda already prepared that we will send overnight. We’ll want to get on a plane and sit down with you in person in the next week or so to go over the strategy and get additional filing information.” The voice on the other end of the line said, “and so you can bill us for a trip to London during the tourist season,” they quipped. Jason replied, “No, of course not. We are only here to help you. You are the boss of what we do. We don’t fly over without your consent.” He nodded like he had convinced himself.
The guy on the line said, “we understand. We will discuss and plan for you to come over soon. Don’t worry, we trust that you have our best interest in mind.” Jason said, “well thank you for your trust in us. We won’t let you down.” The guy on the line said, “Well, you haven’t thus far. We’ll be touch. Thank you.” And the line went dead. Jason hung up. “So, that’s our client. They are good in that they pay on time. But they are hard to read sometimes,” Jason explained. I nodded. Todd said, “They are smart and sophisticated too. I suspect they have done their own forensic accounting, so we’ll want to double check your work, Mr. Richmond.” I nodded. “I understand,” I said, but I wasn’t sure that I did in fact. Jason said, “I have left you notes, and I know that you made adjustments to the documents for the meeting, but I”ll have Todd review, and work with you. This needs to go out tonight, so I’ll need you both to stay late until it’s done.” We both nodded. It was beginning to sink in how crazy this summer job was about to become. Jason turned to me, “one more thing, you do have a passport don’t you?” I said, “yes I do. I was asked to bring it with me for the I-9 paperwork.” Jason nodded, “good that means we have it on file already. That will make the airline ticketing process go smoother. We will head to London the week after next. Be ready.” I nodded looking at Todd. He was smiling. “That is all.” And we left.
We finished up and threw away the chicken bones from lunch. The sun was still scorching as we walked back, Sean still the only one in shades. I watched the two of them walk in front of me, Sean a good six inches taller than Mark, and Mark’s ass just swishing back and forth. Sean’s broad shoulders and his sturdy gate was a nice counterpoint to Mark’s more measured stride. And those sneakers. I really needed to let it go, but I kept thinking was that his mouth on my cock? I would take it again. And again. They were quite the couple. Sean touched Mark’s shoulder as they stepped off of a curb to cross the street. It was charming in its casualness and yet its quiet consideration. Sean was a gentleman with Mark, and Mark was a demure counterpart to Sean’s bravado. I was jealous, but also glad I had gotten to taste Sean’s delicious cock as well. Maybe I would get the opportunity again sometime.
As we entered the office building again, there was a rush of people leaving for their lunch so we got waylaid toward the elevators. They ended up taking one before I could get there. I was in another elevator that headed down by mistake. I looked at my watch, 12:45. I had a minute. So, I walked down toward the mail room once again. There was a barrier in front of the men’s room door, and tape across the jambs. I took a deep breath and turned around. No time for a steam now. I would have to wait to get my afternoon serving of cock. I was able to get into an empty elevator from the basement and rode up to the law firm floor. I walked through the firm and found my chair with documents in it and a note, “see me, Jason.” I picked up the documents and reviewed them. They were his notes on my analyses. Todd wasn’t at his desk, so I looked over toward Jason’s office. The door was open so I went over and knocked. He was on the phone but motioned me in.
Jason was winding up a call. “Sure, sounds good, yes, we will be in touch. Certainly, ok, sounds good, ok, good bye.” He hung up and shook his head. “Great client,” he said, “but a little needy. They all are when the government is knocking at their door. You’ll see. This case may just be as contentious.” I nodded. He stood up from his desk and walked over to his personal conference table which had stacks of open books on it already. He sat down at the table and motioned me over. I sat next to him with my pages in tow. “Oh great, I’m glad you brought those in,” Jason said pointing at the documents. I handed them over to him. “So, a couple of things before the call at two. I was just quizzing you on the potential money making options for this case because most lawyers get out of law school without any idea of business acumen. I needed to see if you could switch gears and monetize the work. You did fine, and there’s a bunch that Todd and I can teach you.” I nodded, and panicked because I didn’t bring in a notebook, so I was just going to have to commit this all to memory.
Jason continued, “I went ahead and added some legal citation and sourcing to your documents. To be honest, you were about 80% there already, and it was better work than most of my associates could do, even after a couple of years of working here. I am really impressed. He touched my forearm. “You have a real future here if you want it.” I nodded and blushed. I was jumping up and down inside. “Thank you sir,” I stammered, “I am just glad to be able to help.” He smiled and said, “you did more than help, you carried this case forward. Which is why I’m going to have you join us at all the meetings you can while you are here.” I nodded again and took in a deep breath and exhaled. “That’s great sir, I’m excited to see how this goes.” Jason then said, “you are going to see how our cases go, and there are twists and turns along the way. The tax world can be turned upside down on a dime. A missing comma, a number miscopied from another filing, a bad translation can all unwind a case that took years to mount.” I nodded.
“The litigation guys you were with are hacks that make cases work by bravado and threats. This is very different; we have to be smart. I think you are very smart, and I will be able to gauge this further in the coming weeks.” I nodded faster and said, “I won’t let you down sir.” He chuckled, “you don’t have to be frightened, but I want you to be prepared. The other thing is, my senior partner, Alvaro, is coming in for this call. We are all going to be on our best behavior. It’s actually a bigger deal than you were led on to believe. I’ll be able to explain more after the call. Let’s just say this is big. Very big. We are going to need you to clear your schedule for the rest of the summer. Are you okay with that?” I nodded. “Yes sir, I’m ready to go,” I said. “Good,” he replied, “please go through and make the edits I have suggested and bring 5 copies of each document with you to the meeting. Thanks. That is all.” I nodded, realizing the ‘that is all’ is the code phrase for get out.
I stood up and picked up the documents and left. Jason didn’t look up as he had already started reading from one of the open books. He was a tax machine, that man. Confident, but in a quiet way. I headed back to my desk. I opened my drafts and started reviewing the notes. There were copious amounts of red ink on every page. He really thought through each point I made, and had suggestions for others. I made the corrections, and then started to work through the notes he left for other arguments. I was completely immersed in the red squiggles, and didn’t see anyone coming back and forth past my cube. I looked up and it was 1:40 already. Todd was back and working, his head down, and everyone was quietly typing around the office. I decided that I would finish what I could in five minutes and then start printing. I grabbed a stapler and headed to the printer in the corner. I collated the materials and made five piles. I asked Todd’s admin if there was a way to put this in folders or how were we to present this for Alvaro. Her eyes widened and she said, “oh it’s that kind of meeting. Come with me.” She showed me the secret supply closet for the nice stuff and said, “over there are some of the nice portfolio binders. Use those.” I nodded and said, “thank you. This is great.” I picked up the folders and a packet of pens and another couple of notebooks while I was there. She locked the closet back up and I headed back to the printer.
I took the five completed packets with me and walked over to Todd’s desk. He was straightening his tie (but it was already perfect) and checking his hair in the mirror. He looked over at me and said, “we need to get you some better clothes. You look homeless in that suit.” I was ashamed but I knew I was underdressed for this side of the world. “Look I’m sorry, but you’ll see what I mean in a while.” I nodded. He touched my arm, “you are great, you really are. The best summer intern we have ever had. But you have a lot to learn.” I nodded. “Thank you, sir. I have been meaning to ask you where you shop for clothes.” Todd said, “I have a guy. I’ll get you the number later.” I nodded and followed him back to Jason’s office. It was 1:55 - nearly show time. I walked into the office and even Jason was combing his hair in the mirror. “Are we ready?” he asked. Todd said, “yes, we are as ready as we are going to be.” He looked me up and down like I was the gas that had been passed in the elevator. Jason turned to him, “John is fine; he is young and handsome, and Alvaro will understand.” Todd chuckled but didn’t respond. “Let’s head to the conference room and get set up.” Todd followed Jason, and I followed Todd.
I walked in and Sean was there. He had put on a tie, and a coat since I had seen him at lunch. His hair was also combed more so than the usual fluffy mop he wore. Everything was buttoned down. Except me. I ran my hand through my hair, that was all I could do. Sean turned to Jason and said, “we are ready for the meeting sir. All you need to do is unmute.” Jason nodded, and Sean left the conference room. At 1:59, the door opened and a very handsome latin man strode in. Jason stood, then Todd. I followed suit because I didn’t want to be out of place. “Sir,” said Jason. “Sir,” said Todd. I was dumbfounded. I nodded as I realized this was the hot man I had just blown in the steam room this morning. I had the image of his cock in my throat shooting cum everywhere as I looked him up and down. He did the same for me, and said to Jason, “who is the young man?” Jason smiled and said, “this is our new summer intern John. You’ll find he is quite capable already.” Alvaro turned to me with a glint in his eye and said, “I see. You are hungry for the work?” I nodded and said, “yes sir. I am very hungry.” He smiled and chuckled. “Well we have a lot to feed you with, I think you’ll find.” I nodded. Jason and Todd looked at each other. My cock was growing down my pants leg and I had to shift my weight from side to side to accommodate the erection that was trying to tent my pants. Alvaro noticed and smirked at me. I used my wrist to shove my cock to one side of my pants as I picked up the binders to pass them around the table.
Jason asked Alvaro, “is Manuel joining us?” Alvaro shook his head no, “he had another call to make. You can brief him later,” he said, as he looked directly at me. I nodded and made a note in my notebook. I started to sit but realized we were all standing waiting for Alvaro to sit. He did not. “I find the meetings easier to take standing,” he said. So we all stood. Jason went over to the comms desk, held his button on the mic, and then looked up and asked, “are we ready?” Alvaro nodded and Jason unmuted us. “Hello gentlemen,” Alvaro started with, “ how is London this evening? I’m sorry for the late call in the work day, but you know the Americans.” I took a breath. I had no idea we were talking to the UK right now. “Oh no worries Alvaro,” the voice on the line said in a proper British accent. “We are glad you were able to take this case. It has been on our minds of late and I couldn’t think of a better team to lead the response.” I took another breath. This was crazy. I was trying to take notes while standing in front of a perfectly good chair. Todd would explain later that Alvaro was eccentric and believed that the standing forced people to only say what was essential to ensure a shorter meeting.
“So, I’ll just start and hand it over to my capable team,” Alvaro said, looking directly at me. My cock was hard and pointing back at him. It had to be obvious, and he did look down at it as he turned back to the speaker. “We have reviewed your case and we believe you have several responses that we can make regarding the various legal inquiries. Some will require you to counterclaim against your accountants. Are you prepared to seek litigation from them?” There was a pause before the voice on the line said, “well, we will have to discuss internally with our board, but we are willing to do what is necessary to address the concerns, even if it means breaking the accountancy relationship we have held for over a decade.” Alvaro nodded and so did Jason. “Good to hear, and we respect that it is not an easy decision to make,” Alvaro said. “I will let Jason inform you of our litigation strategy. Jason,” Alvaro said as he headed to the door. He looked at me and smiled. “You are in good hands,” Alvaro said as he opened the door and left. We all took our chairs once the door had closed.
Jason cleared his throat and said, “we have a plan that we are still formulating, but we thought we’d outline options on this call.” Jason pointed at me and mouthed the word ‘go.’ I nodded and started in. “We have reviewed the documents and specific to the filings we believe there are some inconsistencies that we need to resolve,” I started, “and there may be some filing errors that we uncovered by reviewing the filings across jurisdictions which may require multiple filing corrections and perhaps some legal argumentation to extricate you from some of the stickier wickets.” I added that because it sounded British to me, I had no idea. “We think that you have a case to defend in the various tax matters with which you have presented us and I am certain that we can help provide you with a robust defense.” I stopped talking and looked at Jason who was giving me a thumbs up.
The voice on the other end of the phone asked, “are you new?” I nodded and said, “yes, I’m new here. My name is John and I have been asked by Jason to review your case and make some recommendations.” I didn’t know where my own bravado was coming from, but I was on a roll. “Very well, you sound confident, and we love the American’s brashness. It’s always a breath of fresh air to us Londonites.” I nodded, “Very well. I am happy to be on your team.” I looked over at Jason. He continued, “so we have some memoranda already prepared that we will send overnight. We’ll want to get on a plane and sit down with you in person in the next week or so to go over the strategy and get additional filing information.” The voice on the other end of the line said, “and so you can bill us for a trip to London during the tourist season,” they quipped. Jason replied, “No, of course not. We are only here to help you. You are the boss of what we do. We don’t fly over without your consent.” He nodded like he had convinced himself.
The guy on the line said, “we understand. We will discuss and plan for you to come over soon. Don’t worry, we trust that you have our best interest in mind.” Jason said, “well thank you for your trust in us. We won’t let you down.” The guy on the line said, “Well, you haven’t thus far. We’ll be touch. Thank you.” And the line went dead. Jason hung up. “So, that’s our client. They are good in that they pay on time. But they are hard to read sometimes,” Jason explained. I nodded. Todd said, “They are smart and sophisticated too. I suspect they have done their own forensic accounting, so we’ll want to double check your work, Mr. Richmond.” I nodded. “I understand,” I said, but I wasn’t sure that I did in fact. Jason said, “I have left you notes, and I know that you made adjustments to the documents for the meeting, but I”ll have Todd review, and work with you. This needs to go out tonight, so I’ll need you both to stay late until it’s done.” We both nodded. It was beginning to sink in how crazy this summer job was about to become. Jason turned to me, “one more thing, you do have a passport don’t you?” I said, “yes I do. I was asked to bring it with me for the I-9 paperwork.” Jason nodded, “good that means we have it on file already. That will make the airline ticketing process go smoother. We will head to London the week after next. Be ready.” I nodded looking at Todd. He was smiling. “That is all.” And we left.
Chapter 18
The rest of the afternoon was spent going over Jason’s notes, and reading financial reporting statutes and government guidance to determine not only the filing requirements for each box in their filings, but what was the likelihood that errors had been made and whether an error in that box would be significant or not. I was beginning to see how stressful this was all going to become. Each point had to be considered and reconsidered. Todd and I were back and forth at each other’s desk, sometimes fighting over control of the keyboard. Who was the best typist? Neither of us, so it was a crap shoot how to get some of this done. I would have been fine with more time, but this was like running a sprint where you couldn’t see the finish line because of fog. It was stressful and all I knew is that we had to have each sentence of the memo locked down before we could go home. I got up and stretched at 4:45. We were only half way through. Todd’s brow was in permanent furrow, and he had rolled up his sleeves. Both of us were running back to teh library to find additional books, and consider all the angles. Even Sean came over and helped us with the online searches in the document reviews. At about 8:30 we were nearly done, and Todd said, we have about another hour. We can order some food in, or just plow through. Sean said, “order food please.” Todd called over to the pizza place and put in for a pepperoni and a cheese, which arrived at ten of 9. We ate at our desks and the reviews and the questions continued late into the night. At 11:30 we finished and sent it over to the London folks.
The whole team trudged out to the elevator that was locked. We started down the stairs. Sean turned to me and asked if I wanted a ride home. I shook my head no, and Todd then said, “it’s not safe. Let me drive you back.” I started to protest, “I live three blocks away.” Todd shook his head no and said, “this isn’t an option. You are too important to this case. Let me drive you.” I acquiesced and followed him in the garage. He stopped at a black Mercedes and hit the key. The car flashed its lights and opened the doors. “Get in,” Todd said, more commanding than usual. I nodded and opened the door. I sat down into the softest leather I have ever felt. It was butter. Not even like butter. Like the best mouth on my cock. Like Mark’s or maybe. I got hard sitting in the seat. Todd joined me and started the car. It purred, and we headed out of the garage. “There are seat heaters if you are cold,” he said. I shook my head no. It was still summer and hot, although the garage was at least covered and temperate.
“You’ll have to tell me where to turn,” he said, hinting that I needed to give him directions. “Follow this road for two blocks then turn left,” I said. He nodded and we drove in silence. He had his window down and his elbow hanging out. It seemed too casual for him although he had lost the bow tie about 8 pm, and rolled up the sleeves after the pizza arrived. His forearms were hairy, and thicker than I realized. He looked like he’d be handsome without his clothes. But the wedding ring told me that he was off limits. We didn’t say much on the drive. He turned left, and headed up a hill toward my apartment complex. I said finally, “turn right.” He nodded and signaled even though there was nobody on the road. I pointed over to the building on the left and said, “that’s me over there. Just anywhere is fine.” He pulled into a parking space that was open and put the car into park while still running.
“So I have been meaning to talk to you,” Todd started. I nodded, fearing a Dad lecture coming on. “I know you have been lost this summer between Ron and Jeremy and their antics and then coming over here. But I do think you are finding your way. And I am glad. You really impressed me today, John. You really did quality work, and Jason and I can see your potential. You need to trust us to help you develop it.” I nodded but I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t know exactly what my potential was. He continued, “You are diligent but you can be flaky. You disappear occasionally during the day which causes me some concern, but I don’t want to have to track you down. You came in with wet hair at 11:15 which seemed to be a bit odd, like you had just had a shower. But you didn’t have a gym bag, so I’m not spying on you, and you are free to live your life, but I am saying that people notice. I notice. ANd while Jason doesn’t yet, he will eventually. You will need to be more careful with your comings and goings. THis case will bee a real test of your time management and prioritization. We are counting on you. Do you understand?” I nodded. “I’m sorry I let you down,” I mumbled.
He shook his head no. “You didn’t let us down yet, but things are about to take off for you, and I want you to be ready for the shift. It’s going to feel like the crest of a roller coaster hill. Jason describes it like the pressure of driving fast in a race car.” He took a breath and looked over at me. He put his hand on my shoulder. “You are going to be amazing, in fact, you already are. But, you can’t let distractions stop you from becoming the guy you could be.” He gripped my shoulder and pulled his hand back. “I am here for you. Really. I can help, if you let me.” I nodded and said, “thanks Todd. I appreciate the kind words.” I took a deep breath and then said, “I have been meaning to talk to you. Both you and Jason dress well and seem so together. I don’t know how you do it. I would like to get myself to a point where I am hitting on all cylinders too. I just feel off some days, like I don’t know whether to be an intern or an associate.” Todd nodded. “Yeah, I imagine it’s tough,” he said, “you are trying to jump on a horse that is already galloping. First piece of advice is do work at work. Have fun elsewhere.” He pulled out his phone. “Write this number down. It’s Terrance, our tailor, both Jason and I. He’ll set you up. Tell him to put it on the firm’s account. We’ll take it out of your check over time.” I nodded and took down the number. “Before I let you out, just remember. You have a lot to give the world. More than being a handsome guy. You are very smart and a great lawyer, or you will be. Don’t let your cock get in your way.” I looked at him. He didn’t say anything else, but it was like he knew what I had been doing in the bathroom and the steam room.
I said, “thanks for the advice. I do appreciate it. I’m going to head inside. Good night.” Todd smiled and said, “Good night John. Sleep well.” I got out and shut the door. I walked toward my building and turned around. He was waiting for me to get inside safely. I nodded and turned back. I walked up the stairs to my door and then turned around again and waved. He flashed his lights and pulled oout of the parking place. I opened my door and went in. I saw him drive off through the window as I shut the door. I couldn’t tell if he was fuck marry or killing me, or if he was just being a good guy. He was older, and married, so I didn’t think he was into me. I guess I was ill prepared for an older guy taking a genuine interest in me as opposed to a sexual interest in my mouth, my ass, or my cock. I mean, they are a triple threat and all, but this was different. Like he could really see me, not just the hot guy, but the real man I was, that I wanted to become.
I got undressed and drank a glass of water before bed. I crawled in and decided I would get in for 8 am, given that it was after midnight now. I plugged in my phone and looked at the Grindr app. I didn’t delete it, but I thought about it. I needed another date. Not with Nathan, that was a disaster. But a real guy, maybe like Todd, a younger version of Todd. Or Sean. Or Mark. I could have had Mark. But I didn’t really try. He was weak in my mind, and I wanted strong. A tough man. I wanted the electricity of the take charge kind of guy. Mark was too unsure, and even though the ass was fine, the rest of him was pretty shaky. Sean knew how to be caring, and warm. He was able to love Mark for his gentleness and bolster him. I wasn’t sure if I was a bolsterer or the one that needed propping up. Todd seemed to indicate that I did need something. I wish I knew what it was.
The alarm went off at 6:30. I was groggy and shuffled into the kitchen. Coffee was made and a shower taken and it was 7:15 all of a sudden. I was still out of it, given how long last night had been. I got dressed and headed out the door with the gym bag. I thought about Todd’s conversation with me last night. I had to wonder if he knew about my antics or not. I brought the gym bag in case I wanted to actually work out, but my comings and goings were being watched. That felt a little bit too weird for me. Neither Ron nor Jeremy cared where I was, but that also meant that they didn’t care what I was doing, or learning or not. Todd and Jason both had my best interests at heart I thought. They were serious about me, and I was doing well with the case so far. Was it time to leave the crazy work sex antics behind? I dropped the gym bag back at the door and locked it behind me. I started down the sidewalk toward the office.
I picked up a coffee from the lobby Starbucks and headed up the elevator. It felt surreal to be back in the office again so soon. I entered the law firm doors and walked through to tax land. Todd wasn’t there, but Jason’s door was open already. I stopped at my desk and there were three books in my chair. One was an accounting fraud book, and the other two were legal treatises on tax fraud and international arbitrations respectively. I figured this was what my morning was going to be. I turned on the computer and saw an email from Jason in reply to our memos that we sent out last night to the client. “Good work,” it started, “but now the real work begins. Todd, I’ll need you to work with the firm to set up the flights and travel for the following dates. I’m going to have John work on the case prep today and tomorrow. John, we’ll need to be ready to do battle with financial auditors in all of the jurisdictions. The federal ones are an easy train ride away, but the Japanese and the Brits will be trips overseas. Unfortunately it is all happening together within the next four weeks. Buckle up, it’s going to be a long bumpy ride.”
I decided to broach Jason with a few questions about the case prep since Todd wasn’t at his desk. I took my notebook and walked over to his door. Alvaro was in there speaking with Jason, so I stuck my head in and caught Jason’s eye. “John, please come in. I was just speaking about how you were so quickly learning about the case and providing an excellent work product for the client. I stepped into Jason’s office, Alvaro smiling at me. I said, “Good morning sirs,” then toward Jason, “thank you for the kind words.” Alvaro turned to me and said, “I have a good feeling about you, young man.” He patted me on the back and started to leave. He turned back to us and said, “I’ll leave you to it. Bring home the bacon.” And he was gone. I looked at Jason. “Bacon?” I said. Jason smiled and said, “yes, it is an old turn of phrase for making money.” Todd said the client was good about paying, so that may have been part of the discussion. I nodded. “Sir, I wanted to ask what I needed to do for the case prep you mentioned in your email. And the books that were on my chair, I assume they are from you.” Jason smiled, “yes they are from me. I was reviewing them yesterday after our call and decided you should review them more than me. They are from my personal collection so take good care of them.” He pointed to his bookshelves along the wall filled with books in wooden bookshelves all with glass front panels. So fancy, so cool. I nodded. “Thank you sir. I will be careful with them.”
Jason continued, “for the case prep, we are going to need to have litigation strategy plans for each of the tribunals. We expect to have the first one scheduled by the UK in the next few days. I put a call into the tax office there early this morning, and they said, either Monday or Tuesday in two weeks would be the likely date of their first inquiry meeting.” I nodded as he continued, “The Japanese are less clear. I did call them last night, as it was their morning, and asked about their schedule, and there was a pause and a promise to return my call presently. I didn’t have a lot of faith in that answer, so we’ll have to keep trying. They tend to be slow. I am assuming we’ll visit Japan later, probably in about 4 weeks or so. I also called an old friend at the IRS and was able to schedule a meeting with them after the UK trip, so we’ll be living out of our luggage for a while.” I nodded and asked, “is there a format for the case prep strategies you’d like me to follow?” Jason said, “Todd will get you set up with all of that. He’ll be out this morning for a dentist appointment, so just familiarize yourself with the legal tomes I have left for you.” I smiled and said, “thank you, got it.” Jason turned his head toward another stack and papers and said, “that is all.” I took my cue and left.
I was torn now. I had free reign of the morning, but Jason was watching me. And Todd wasn’t so I could sneak down to the basement and get a little cock action going somewhere I thought. It’s all a little weird. Sean popped by a minute later in tight jeans and a button down, his cock on prominent display. I looked up at him and said, “those jeans should be illegal.” He smiled and leaned down to whisper, “they are in thirty eight states.” I chuckled. “Mark and I are looking forward to Saturday. What are you serving?” he asked. I told him, “I haven’t had much time to think about it. Chicken?” Sean said, “that’s fine for me, but Mark is vegetarian, so maybe something other than poultry?” I nodded, “got it.” How did I not know he wasn’t a meat eater? He certainly was eating Jeremy’s cock the night I caught them. I suppose that was more of a slurp and less of a chew. Sean looked around, saw some partners heading over and stood up quickly, “gotta run, see ya,” he said, waving as he sauntered away. I was feeling trapped now, and not sure how to handle the pressure of being watched. I know Todd was being helpful, but now I felt like I was wearing new shoes on the first day of school after having run barefoot all summer. I was hoping that I would break in the new shoes soon as my cock was starting to swell from lack of use.
It was 8:30 already, and I thought I needed to figure out a game plan for the day. I started opening the books and getting a feel. Jason had marked certain pages with index cards, and notes for me as a path through the forest I suppose. I decided to start with the accounting book. A couple of hours later I looked up and Todd still wasn’t there. Must be a crown or something serious at the dentist I thought. I decided to call the tailor guy Terrance he mentioned to me in the car. “Hello there,” a swishy voice on the other end of the phone said. “Good Morning,” I said in a deeper than normal voice, “I am John Richmond and I work at the law firm. I was referred to you by Todd, and I was hoping to schedule an appointment with you soon, as I have some work engagements coming up and I need to be properly attired.” The call was silent for a second and then the voice said, “well certainly Mr. Richmond, sir. We can fit you in tomorrow at 4, would that be alright?” I nodded and forgot I was on the phone for a second. “Uh, sure, that would be perfect. Can you give me directions as I am sort of new to town?” The voice complied and I took down notes. We hung up afterward and I put a note in my work calendar for the time away. I returned to the books.
The rest of the afternoon was spent going over Jason’s notes, and reading financial reporting statutes and government guidance to determine not only the filing requirements for each box in their filings, but what was the likelihood that errors had been made and whether an error in that box would be significant or not. I was beginning to see how stressful this was all going to become. Each point had to be considered and reconsidered. Todd and I were back and forth at each other’s desk, sometimes fighting over control of the keyboard. Who was the best typist? Neither of us, so it was a crap shoot how to get some of this done. I would have been fine with more time, but this was like running a sprint where you couldn’t see the finish line because of fog. It was stressful and all I knew is that we had to have each sentence of the memo locked down before we could go home. I got up and stretched at 4:45. We were only half way through. Todd’s brow was in permanent furrow, and he had rolled up his sleeves. Both of us were running back to teh library to find additional books, and consider all the angles. Even Sean came over and helped us with the online searches in the document reviews. At about 8:30 we were nearly done, and Todd said, we have about another hour. We can order some food in, or just plow through. Sean said, “order food please.” Todd called over to the pizza place and put in for a pepperoni and a cheese, which arrived at ten of 9. We ate at our desks and the reviews and the questions continued late into the night. At 11:30 we finished and sent it over to the London folks.
The whole team trudged out to the elevator that was locked. We started down the stairs. Sean turned to me and asked if I wanted a ride home. I shook my head no, and Todd then said, “it’s not safe. Let me drive you back.” I started to protest, “I live three blocks away.” Todd shook his head no and said, “this isn’t an option. You are too important to this case. Let me drive you.” I acquiesced and followed him in the garage. He stopped at a black Mercedes and hit the key. The car flashed its lights and opened the doors. “Get in,” Todd said, more commanding than usual. I nodded and opened the door. I sat down into the softest leather I have ever felt. It was butter. Not even like butter. Like the best mouth on my cock. Like Mark’s or maybe. I got hard sitting in the seat. Todd joined me and started the car. It purred, and we headed out of the garage. “There are seat heaters if you are cold,” he said. I shook my head no. It was still summer and hot, although the garage was at least covered and temperate.
“You’ll have to tell me where to turn,” he said, hinting that I needed to give him directions. “Follow this road for two blocks then turn left,” I said. He nodded and we drove in silence. He had his window down and his elbow hanging out. It seemed too casual for him although he had lost the bow tie about 8 pm, and rolled up the sleeves after the pizza arrived. His forearms were hairy, and thicker than I realized. He looked like he’d be handsome without his clothes. But the wedding ring told me that he was off limits. We didn’t say much on the drive. He turned left, and headed up a hill toward my apartment complex. I said finally, “turn right.” He nodded and signaled even though there was nobody on the road. I pointed over to the building on the left and said, “that’s me over there. Just anywhere is fine.” He pulled into a parking space that was open and put the car into park while still running.
“So I have been meaning to talk to you,” Todd started. I nodded, fearing a Dad lecture coming on. “I know you have been lost this summer between Ron and Jeremy and their antics and then coming over here. But I do think you are finding your way. And I am glad. You really impressed me today, John. You really did quality work, and Jason and I can see your potential. You need to trust us to help you develop it.” I nodded but I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t know exactly what my potential was. He continued, “You are diligent but you can be flaky. You disappear occasionally during the day which causes me some concern, but I don’t want to have to track you down. You came in with wet hair at 11:15 which seemed to be a bit odd, like you had just had a shower. But you didn’t have a gym bag, so I’m not spying on you, and you are free to live your life, but I am saying that people notice. I notice. ANd while Jason doesn’t yet, he will eventually. You will need to be more careful with your comings and goings. THis case will bee a real test of your time management and prioritization. We are counting on you. Do you understand?” I nodded. “I’m sorry I let you down,” I mumbled.
He shook his head no. “You didn’t let us down yet, but things are about to take off for you, and I want you to be ready for the shift. It’s going to feel like the crest of a roller coaster hill. Jason describes it like the pressure of driving fast in a race car.” He took a breath and looked over at me. He put his hand on my shoulder. “You are going to be amazing, in fact, you already are. But, you can’t let distractions stop you from becoming the guy you could be.” He gripped my shoulder and pulled his hand back. “I am here for you. Really. I can help, if you let me.” I nodded and said, “thanks Todd. I appreciate the kind words.” I took a deep breath and then said, “I have been meaning to talk to you. Both you and Jason dress well and seem so together. I don’t know how you do it. I would like to get myself to a point where I am hitting on all cylinders too. I just feel off some days, like I don’t know whether to be an intern or an associate.” Todd nodded. “Yeah, I imagine it’s tough,” he said, “you are trying to jump on a horse that is already galloping. First piece of advice is do work at work. Have fun elsewhere.” He pulled out his phone. “Write this number down. It’s Terrance, our tailor, both Jason and I. He’ll set you up. Tell him to put it on the firm’s account. We’ll take it out of your check over time.” I nodded and took down the number. “Before I let you out, just remember. You have a lot to give the world. More than being a handsome guy. You are very smart and a great lawyer, or you will be. Don’t let your cock get in your way.” I looked at him. He didn’t say anything else, but it was like he knew what I had been doing in the bathroom and the steam room.
I said, “thanks for the advice. I do appreciate it. I’m going to head inside. Good night.” Todd smiled and said, “Good night John. Sleep well.” I got out and shut the door. I walked toward my building and turned around. He was waiting for me to get inside safely. I nodded and turned back. I walked up the stairs to my door and then turned around again and waved. He flashed his lights and pulled oout of the parking place. I opened my door and went in. I saw him drive off through the window as I shut the door. I couldn’t tell if he was fuck marry or killing me, or if he was just being a good guy. He was older, and married, so I didn’t think he was into me. I guess I was ill prepared for an older guy taking a genuine interest in me as opposed to a sexual interest in my mouth, my ass, or my cock. I mean, they are a triple threat and all, but this was different. Like he could really see me, not just the hot guy, but the real man I was, that I wanted to become.
I got undressed and drank a glass of water before bed. I crawled in and decided I would get in for 8 am, given that it was after midnight now. I plugged in my phone and looked at the Grindr app. I didn’t delete it, but I thought about it. I needed another date. Not with Nathan, that was a disaster. But a real guy, maybe like Todd, a younger version of Todd. Or Sean. Or Mark. I could have had Mark. But I didn’t really try. He was weak in my mind, and I wanted strong. A tough man. I wanted the electricity of the take charge kind of guy. Mark was too unsure, and even though the ass was fine, the rest of him was pretty shaky. Sean knew how to be caring, and warm. He was able to love Mark for his gentleness and bolster him. I wasn’t sure if I was a bolsterer or the one that needed propping up. Todd seemed to indicate that I did need something. I wish I knew what it was.
The alarm went off at 6:30. I was groggy and shuffled into the kitchen. Coffee was made and a shower taken and it was 7:15 all of a sudden. I was still out of it, given how long last night had been. I got dressed and headed out the door with the gym bag. I thought about Todd’s conversation with me last night. I had to wonder if he knew about my antics or not. I brought the gym bag in case I wanted to actually work out, but my comings and goings were being watched. That felt a little bit too weird for me. Neither Ron nor Jeremy cared where I was, but that also meant that they didn’t care what I was doing, or learning or not. Todd and Jason both had my best interests at heart I thought. They were serious about me, and I was doing well with the case so far. Was it time to leave the crazy work sex antics behind? I dropped the gym bag back at the door and locked it behind me. I started down the sidewalk toward the office.
I picked up a coffee from the lobby Starbucks and headed up the elevator. It felt surreal to be back in the office again so soon. I entered the law firm doors and walked through to tax land. Todd wasn’t there, but Jason’s door was open already. I stopped at my desk and there were three books in my chair. One was an accounting fraud book, and the other two were legal treatises on tax fraud and international arbitrations respectively. I figured this was what my morning was going to be. I turned on the computer and saw an email from Jason in reply to our memos that we sent out last night to the client. “Good work,” it started, “but now the real work begins. Todd, I’ll need you to work with the firm to set up the flights and travel for the following dates. I’m going to have John work on the case prep today and tomorrow. John, we’ll need to be ready to do battle with financial auditors in all of the jurisdictions. The federal ones are an easy train ride away, but the Japanese and the Brits will be trips overseas. Unfortunately it is all happening together within the next four weeks. Buckle up, it’s going to be a long bumpy ride.”
I decided to broach Jason with a few questions about the case prep since Todd wasn’t at his desk. I took my notebook and walked over to his door. Alvaro was in there speaking with Jason, so I stuck my head in and caught Jason’s eye. “John, please come in. I was just speaking about how you were so quickly learning about the case and providing an excellent work product for the client. I stepped into Jason’s office, Alvaro smiling at me. I said, “Good morning sirs,” then toward Jason, “thank you for the kind words.” Alvaro turned to me and said, “I have a good feeling about you, young man.” He patted me on the back and started to leave. He turned back to us and said, “I’ll leave you to it. Bring home the bacon.” And he was gone. I looked at Jason. “Bacon?” I said. Jason smiled and said, “yes, it is an old turn of phrase for making money.” Todd said the client was good about paying, so that may have been part of the discussion. I nodded. “Sir, I wanted to ask what I needed to do for the case prep you mentioned in your email. And the books that were on my chair, I assume they are from you.” Jason smiled, “yes they are from me. I was reviewing them yesterday after our call and decided you should review them more than me. They are from my personal collection so take good care of them.” He pointed to his bookshelves along the wall filled with books in wooden bookshelves all with glass front panels. So fancy, so cool. I nodded. “Thank you sir. I will be careful with them.”
Jason continued, “for the case prep, we are going to need to have litigation strategy plans for each of the tribunals. We expect to have the first one scheduled by the UK in the next few days. I put a call into the tax office there early this morning, and they said, either Monday or Tuesday in two weeks would be the likely date of their first inquiry meeting.” I nodded as he continued, “The Japanese are less clear. I did call them last night, as it was their morning, and asked about their schedule, and there was a pause and a promise to return my call presently. I didn’t have a lot of faith in that answer, so we’ll have to keep trying. They tend to be slow. I am assuming we’ll visit Japan later, probably in about 4 weeks or so. I also called an old friend at the IRS and was able to schedule a meeting with them after the UK trip, so we’ll be living out of our luggage for a while.” I nodded and asked, “is there a format for the case prep strategies you’d like me to follow?” Jason said, “Todd will get you set up with all of that. He’ll be out this morning for a dentist appointment, so just familiarize yourself with the legal tomes I have left for you.” I smiled and said, “thank you, got it.” Jason turned his head toward another stack and papers and said, “that is all.” I took my cue and left.
I was torn now. I had free reign of the morning, but Jason was watching me. And Todd wasn’t so I could sneak down to the basement and get a little cock action going somewhere I thought. It’s all a little weird. Sean popped by a minute later in tight jeans and a button down, his cock on prominent display. I looked up at him and said, “those jeans should be illegal.” He smiled and leaned down to whisper, “they are in thirty eight states.” I chuckled. “Mark and I are looking forward to Saturday. What are you serving?” he asked. I told him, “I haven’t had much time to think about it. Chicken?” Sean said, “that’s fine for me, but Mark is vegetarian, so maybe something other than poultry?” I nodded, “got it.” How did I not know he wasn’t a meat eater? He certainly was eating Jeremy’s cock the night I caught them. I suppose that was more of a slurp and less of a chew. Sean looked around, saw some partners heading over and stood up quickly, “gotta run, see ya,” he said, waving as he sauntered away. I was feeling trapped now, and not sure how to handle the pressure of being watched. I know Todd was being helpful, but now I felt like I was wearing new shoes on the first day of school after having run barefoot all summer. I was hoping that I would break in the new shoes soon as my cock was starting to swell from lack of use.
It was 8:30 already, and I thought I needed to figure out a game plan for the day. I started opening the books and getting a feel. Jason had marked certain pages with index cards, and notes for me as a path through the forest I suppose. I decided to start with the accounting book. A couple of hours later I looked up and Todd still wasn’t there. Must be a crown or something serious at the dentist I thought. I decided to call the tailor guy Terrance he mentioned to me in the car. “Hello there,” a swishy voice on the other end of the phone said. “Good Morning,” I said in a deeper than normal voice, “I am John Richmond and I work at the law firm. I was referred to you by Todd, and I was hoping to schedule an appointment with you soon, as I have some work engagements coming up and I need to be properly attired.” The call was silent for a second and then the voice said, “well certainly Mr. Richmond, sir. We can fit you in tomorrow at 4, would that be alright?” I nodded and forgot I was on the phone for a second. “Uh, sure, that would be perfect. Can you give me directions as I am sort of new to town?” The voice complied and I took down notes. We hung up afterward and I put a note in my work calendar for the time away. I returned to the books.
Chapter 19
I looked up again at about 11:30 and had finished reading the second book’s notes, and cross referencing my memos to what I had read this morning. It was tedious but interesting to me. Like archaeology but digging in pages instead of the ground. I felt more confident in my understanding of the work we were about to travel around the world to do. I got an email from Todd saying he was staying home today to let his mouth heal. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe I would get a little fun at lunch despite the newly found oversight! I looked over and Jason’s door was closed. I checked his schedule and he was on a call until 1:00. Perfect, I could sneak away and get a little cock action. This new found commitment to work was giving me the blue balls. I waited another few minutes or so, while I sent Todd a note to feel better. I put a post-it on my computer that said, “At lunch, back at 12:45. Then, the coast being clear, I headed for the door. I passed Sean without stopping to gossip, and I waved at Gustavo who was smiling at me from his vacuum cleaner across the row of cubes on the other side of our floor. I made it to the elevator when I saw George coming out of the opposite elevator. He saw me and said, “hello young man, care to come back to the dark side. Plenty of room in my team now.” I smiled and said, “I bet there is. I will have to think about it, but I have to run for now and get lunch. They keep me on a tight leash in tax land.” He nodded, “hope you find someone interesting,” he paused, “at lunch.” I shrugged my shoulders and said, “you never know, do you?” The door in front of me opened, thankfully, and I got in and pressed the door close button several times.
The elevator opened in the basement, and the gym was half full since it was more appropriately a time to work out. I noticed that the bathroom door was clear so I headed that way. I entered and the lights were fixed. All four were working. Now I could see some cock if I wanted. I headed for my stall and when I opened the door there was a piece of wood over the hole. Fuck! I really needed a dick to suck. Back to the gym I guess. I walked back to the gym door and went inside. There were fans on as the AC was broken. The gym had a more sweaty smell of perfume, cologne and bodies. I headed back to the locker room and held my breath. Once in I grabbed two towels and found an empty locker. I could hear the showers already going, so I figured I might be in luck. I wrapped a towel around me and held it in front as my cock was already rock hard in anticipation of the coming events.
I opened the door to the steam room and there was immediate shuffling. Evidently I cock blocked a scene in progress. I decided to lower the concern by dispensing with the towel and unveiling my rock hard cock in the middle of the room in front of ten or so men. I found a chair in the lower bench next to a couple of younger guys like me, for once. One moved away from me, but the other stayed. Both kept their towels on. I looked over. There was a guy with small hips and very little ass bent over and sucking off the guy sitting on the bench in front of him. Clearly I had put a pause in their little rendezvous. But not for long. I looked around. One larger guy was sort of watching them and jacking off a little pecker. The guy next to me was looking over every once in a while then back down. I decided to test with him. I leaned my shoulder into his leg like I was stretching and just happened to bump him. He moved his leg away, and I moved back. I watched as his leg returned to its original position. So, I started to wipe the sweat that was accumulating on my chest down to my cock, and then I pulled my rock hard erection down, and let it snap back up on its own. I looked over and his eyes were glued to my throbbing member. I pulled it down a second time more slowly, and then left it there and looked back. He was watching intently. THen I let it go and started stroking it a little after it bounced off my stomach a couple of times. I looked back and he was staring blatantly at me now. I looked over and his friend was also staring too. I opened my legs a little more and then jutted my hips forward so they could see my erection in all its nine plus inches of glory. They both were staring but still had their towels wrapped around their waists.
I took my foot and grazed the other one’s leg. He moved a little closer. I then leaned my shoulder into the other guys leg again and he didn’t move away this time. I took my arm and threaded it under his leg and started rubbing it. He didn’t move either. Then I put my toe under the second guy’s towel and lifted it up a little. All the while I was squeezing my ass muscles and making my dick jump. The second guy unfastened his towel and let it drop to his side. He had a smallish cock, thin and about 4 inches sort of hard, but he had massive thighs and pecs. He also had a little belly fat which made him look cuddly with a soft patch of brown hair across his nipples and around his cock. The other guy undid his towel too, and I felt it fall across my shoulders. He opened his legs wide and I turned to see what he was packing. It was nice, eight inches and uncut. Blond pubes and a tight waist, and white skin. I took one hand and started jacking him, and I motioned for the other guy to come closer. He got up and walked over to me. When he was right in front of my legs, he dropped to his knees and put my cock in his mouth. It felt amazing. Like a welcome home after a long day. I grabbed the first guy;s crotch with my hand and pulled him to my face. He stood up on the lower bench and faced me. I slid his uncut piece of white man meat down my throat and he started to slide it in and out. He leaned over and put his hands on the top bench and then started really leaning into my face.
I grabbed his hips, and then his asscheeks, and I could feel the muscles flex as he thrusted into me. I felt his cock get bigger as it was starting to get more rigid from my lips around it, and I stuck my tongue under his ridge so that as he leaned in and pulled out my tongue was rubbing against it. He started to move faster and faster as the sensation increased, and I tightened my lips around his shaft to guide him in and provide some friction. It was clearly working as he started to grunt as he was thrusting. I could feel him tensing up as he continued to pick up his pace and his ass cheeks started quivering. There was a breaking point and he howled, as he shoved his cock all the way in and held it. I felt the shaft jump up and down in my mouth, pumping out his load directly into my throat. He flexed his ass and stayed in me for at least thirty seconds. I was starting to black out from the lack of oxygen. All the while, the kneeling guy was working my knob. He was giving me an expert blow job. Soft and smooth, with a hint of suction. Just perfect. I was starting to get really hard and tingly as he worked my shaft. The other guy dismounted me and sat next to us watching his friend work my pole. I rubbed his hair and shoulders and he was really trying to get me off, but I wasn’t able to quite get there. I lifted him up and sucked his cock for a little bit. He was rock hard and ready too. But then his friend got behind him and started licking his ass. I saw his knees come around the other guy's legs and then the other guy let out a moan. I was sucking him and he was holding onto my hair now. Then he did something surprising. He turned around, grabbed his cheeks, and pulled them open and squatted down toward me. I pointed my dick toward his bright pink hole and the next thing I knew, he had completely swallowed my cock with his asshole.
I was taken aback. I held onto his waist and started to guide him up and down gently. He was flexing those big thighs of his and that ass was just solid marble, gripping my manmeat up and down as he bounced off of me. I felt every muscle of his around my cock flexing and undulating, and I started to build up a fire in my loins. The tension was getting stronger, and I started to push and pull him faster and faster as he bounced on my dick. With all the steam in the room and my sweat, he was slapping my stomach with his ass cheeks every time he squatted, and then he’d pull up and his muscular asshole would grip my cock like a hand job only it was an ass job. I felt my cock get harder and harder until I was starting to feel my balls tense with my own liquid love juice. The next thing I knew I was shooting my load all over his insides. It had been so long that I thought it was going to come out his nose, I was coming with so much force. I was shaking and writhing under him and he was jacking himself off while I was coming. He started to moan, and then I felt his ass spasm with my hard cock still in it. His friend was sitting down on the floor of the steam room with his face in front of his friend, while he was shooting, the sitting guy got quite the facial. The ass on me finally stopped its spasming and the guy slowly uncocked his ass from me. The other guy took his towel and wiped his face. We looked over and the rest of the steam room was jacking off watching us perform. I didn’t know whether to stand and take a bow or not. The three of us staggered out of the steam room leaving the others to their own cocks.
In the showers, we said hey and didn’t really get into too much conversation. We checked out each other's cocks and asses, and there was a little bit of post-coital grabbing for fun. They worked on another floor and were summer interns like me, but still in undergrad. I felt a little like I was cradle robbing, but they were very much into it. I finished up and headed back to my locker. I checked my watch while drying off and it was 12:30. I needed to get back and be ready for 12:45. I towel dried and got underwear on. I headed over to the mirror and used the community dryer to make sure I didn’t show that I was down here for the last hour. I finished getting ready and left the gym. I looked down the hall at the bathroom door, a little wistful at the end of an era of freely available loading dock cock. Nothing like a sweaty construction worker dick to take the edge off the afternoon.
I took the elevator to the lobby and picked up a wrap at Starbucks. I continued up to the office and strode in like nothing had happened. I looked around to see if anyone was staring at me, but people were working and just being normal. Sean was on a call with his back to me, and I found my cube again. Todd wasn’t there, so I looked around. The admins were busy with their computers, not me. It was worth sneaking off to have that impromptu three way. I had a feeling that would be the last of my basement exploits, but I didn’t know yet. I was about to take a Phineas Bogg tour around the world in about 21 days, so I figured a little steam room fun was due. I looked over at Jason’s office and the door was closed so I returned to my computer and opened my email. There wasn’t anything special so I went back and started on the last of the books Jason had left.
The rest of the day was quiet. I was calmer now after my lunch time adventure, and the office hummed along. Jason’s door opened at 3 finally and he walked over to my cube, stretching his back as he stepped toward me. I looked over and said, “long call?” He shook his head and said, “long calls. Three back to back. He saw my coffee and sandwich bag. “So that’s what you had for lunch.” I nodded. He said, “we have an expense account for lawyers working on a big case. It’s part of the upside for all the stress. You can order online, and they’ll deliver to the door. Just charge your meals to that account for the next few weeks while this case is underway.” I nodded and said, “thank you. That’s great!” Jason walked back into his office and shut the door. I thought about the lunches in the back of my mind; it is just one more way to control my comings and goings. If the food comes to me, I don’t have to leave. I was starting to think about George’s offer to come over to litigation with new interest. He wouldn’t care that I had a three way at lunch. Hell, he’d probably join in. That was a nice cock of his. But to be honest, Alvaro’s was even better. However, I decided *his* cock had to be off limits for the meanwhile. That’s a little too close to the shitting where you eat I thought.
I received an email from the HR folks about a corporate travel credit card for me. I filled out the form and sent it back to them. The trip to the UK was really happening. I was a little awestruck. I think the weight of the last few days was starting to sink in. This is what I wanted, the jet set life, the big law job, the moving and shaking of it all. But at the same time I was a little sad about losing my freedom as an intern, the lunch hours that seemed to vaporize now, the pressure to read and write and crank out the law. I was billable now. And that meant there was a value to my time. And they were all about maximizing my value. I needed to be about maximizing my own value though. But it felt like I was in the undertow of a big wave, waiting to come back up for air. The internship would only last another five weeks or so, just enough time to get the travel in and go back to school. I could handle this for the rest of the summer. I think at least. I wasn’t really sure.
At 5:00, people started leaving the office, and Jason’s door was still shut. There was a part of me that thought I should stay, but there was more of me that thought if I didn’t go I would be here until 9:00. I packed up and turned off my computer. I ran into Sean and Mark at the elevator and we walked out together. It was nice to be a kid again, even if for a few minutes. Mark was jealous that I was going to be heading overseas in a couple of weeks. Sean bragged about me being the only intern with a real billable code. I had crossed over from law student to law firm employee already. I was becoming a man, and while I was not quite ready for all of manhood, it was what I wanted. The life I had wished for earlier in the month was coming true whether I was ready for all of it or not. I waved goodbye to the guys as I headed back to the apartment on foot. They reminded me about dinner on Saturday so I thought I needed to get a plan for that tonight as well. I did feel guilty leaving Jason without saying goodnight, but I knew I needed a night for me to get ready for the next couple of weeks.
I looked up again at about 11:30 and had finished reading the second book’s notes, and cross referencing my memos to what I had read this morning. It was tedious but interesting to me. Like archaeology but digging in pages instead of the ground. I felt more confident in my understanding of the work we were about to travel around the world to do. I got an email from Todd saying he was staying home today to let his mouth heal. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe I would get a little fun at lunch despite the newly found oversight! I looked over and Jason’s door was closed. I checked his schedule and he was on a call until 1:00. Perfect, I could sneak away and get a little cock action. This new found commitment to work was giving me the blue balls. I waited another few minutes or so, while I sent Todd a note to feel better. I put a post-it on my computer that said, “At lunch, back at 12:45. Then, the coast being clear, I headed for the door. I passed Sean without stopping to gossip, and I waved at Gustavo who was smiling at me from his vacuum cleaner across the row of cubes on the other side of our floor. I made it to the elevator when I saw George coming out of the opposite elevator. He saw me and said, “hello young man, care to come back to the dark side. Plenty of room in my team now.” I smiled and said, “I bet there is. I will have to think about it, but I have to run for now and get lunch. They keep me on a tight leash in tax land.” He nodded, “hope you find someone interesting,” he paused, “at lunch.” I shrugged my shoulders and said, “you never know, do you?” The door in front of me opened, thankfully, and I got in and pressed the door close button several times.
The elevator opened in the basement, and the gym was half full since it was more appropriately a time to work out. I noticed that the bathroom door was clear so I headed that way. I entered and the lights were fixed. All four were working. Now I could see some cock if I wanted. I headed for my stall and when I opened the door there was a piece of wood over the hole. Fuck! I really needed a dick to suck. Back to the gym I guess. I walked back to the gym door and went inside. There were fans on as the AC was broken. The gym had a more sweaty smell of perfume, cologne and bodies. I headed back to the locker room and held my breath. Once in I grabbed two towels and found an empty locker. I could hear the showers already going, so I figured I might be in luck. I wrapped a towel around me and held it in front as my cock was already rock hard in anticipation of the coming events.
I opened the door to the steam room and there was immediate shuffling. Evidently I cock blocked a scene in progress. I decided to lower the concern by dispensing with the towel and unveiling my rock hard cock in the middle of the room in front of ten or so men. I found a chair in the lower bench next to a couple of younger guys like me, for once. One moved away from me, but the other stayed. Both kept their towels on. I looked over. There was a guy with small hips and very little ass bent over and sucking off the guy sitting on the bench in front of him. Clearly I had put a pause in their little rendezvous. But not for long. I looked around. One larger guy was sort of watching them and jacking off a little pecker. The guy next to me was looking over every once in a while then back down. I decided to test with him. I leaned my shoulder into his leg like I was stretching and just happened to bump him. He moved his leg away, and I moved back. I watched as his leg returned to its original position. So, I started to wipe the sweat that was accumulating on my chest down to my cock, and then I pulled my rock hard erection down, and let it snap back up on its own. I looked over and his eyes were glued to my throbbing member. I pulled it down a second time more slowly, and then left it there and looked back. He was watching intently. THen I let it go and started stroking it a little after it bounced off my stomach a couple of times. I looked back and he was staring blatantly at me now. I looked over and his friend was also staring too. I opened my legs a little more and then jutted my hips forward so they could see my erection in all its nine plus inches of glory. They both were staring but still had their towels wrapped around their waists.
I took my foot and grazed the other one’s leg. He moved a little closer. I then leaned my shoulder into the other guys leg again and he didn’t move away this time. I took my arm and threaded it under his leg and started rubbing it. He didn’t move either. Then I put my toe under the second guy’s towel and lifted it up a little. All the while I was squeezing my ass muscles and making my dick jump. The second guy unfastened his towel and let it drop to his side. He had a smallish cock, thin and about 4 inches sort of hard, but he had massive thighs and pecs. He also had a little belly fat which made him look cuddly with a soft patch of brown hair across his nipples and around his cock. The other guy undid his towel too, and I felt it fall across my shoulders. He opened his legs wide and I turned to see what he was packing. It was nice, eight inches and uncut. Blond pubes and a tight waist, and white skin. I took one hand and started jacking him, and I motioned for the other guy to come closer. He got up and walked over to me. When he was right in front of my legs, he dropped to his knees and put my cock in his mouth. It felt amazing. Like a welcome home after a long day. I grabbed the first guy;s crotch with my hand and pulled him to my face. He stood up on the lower bench and faced me. I slid his uncut piece of white man meat down my throat and he started to slide it in and out. He leaned over and put his hands on the top bench and then started really leaning into my face.
I grabbed his hips, and then his asscheeks, and I could feel the muscles flex as he thrusted into me. I felt his cock get bigger as it was starting to get more rigid from my lips around it, and I stuck my tongue under his ridge so that as he leaned in and pulled out my tongue was rubbing against it. He started to move faster and faster as the sensation increased, and I tightened my lips around his shaft to guide him in and provide some friction. It was clearly working as he started to grunt as he was thrusting. I could feel him tensing up as he continued to pick up his pace and his ass cheeks started quivering. There was a breaking point and he howled, as he shoved his cock all the way in and held it. I felt the shaft jump up and down in my mouth, pumping out his load directly into my throat. He flexed his ass and stayed in me for at least thirty seconds. I was starting to black out from the lack of oxygen. All the while, the kneeling guy was working my knob. He was giving me an expert blow job. Soft and smooth, with a hint of suction. Just perfect. I was starting to get really hard and tingly as he worked my shaft. The other guy dismounted me and sat next to us watching his friend work my pole. I rubbed his hair and shoulders and he was really trying to get me off, but I wasn’t able to quite get there. I lifted him up and sucked his cock for a little bit. He was rock hard and ready too. But then his friend got behind him and started licking his ass. I saw his knees come around the other guy's legs and then the other guy let out a moan. I was sucking him and he was holding onto my hair now. Then he did something surprising. He turned around, grabbed his cheeks, and pulled them open and squatted down toward me. I pointed my dick toward his bright pink hole and the next thing I knew, he had completely swallowed my cock with his asshole.
I was taken aback. I held onto his waist and started to guide him up and down gently. He was flexing those big thighs of his and that ass was just solid marble, gripping my manmeat up and down as he bounced off of me. I felt every muscle of his around my cock flexing and undulating, and I started to build up a fire in my loins. The tension was getting stronger, and I started to push and pull him faster and faster as he bounced on my dick. With all the steam in the room and my sweat, he was slapping my stomach with his ass cheeks every time he squatted, and then he’d pull up and his muscular asshole would grip my cock like a hand job only it was an ass job. I felt my cock get harder and harder until I was starting to feel my balls tense with my own liquid love juice. The next thing I knew I was shooting my load all over his insides. It had been so long that I thought it was going to come out his nose, I was coming with so much force. I was shaking and writhing under him and he was jacking himself off while I was coming. He started to moan, and then I felt his ass spasm with my hard cock still in it. His friend was sitting down on the floor of the steam room with his face in front of his friend, while he was shooting, the sitting guy got quite the facial. The ass on me finally stopped its spasming and the guy slowly uncocked his ass from me. The other guy took his towel and wiped his face. We looked over and the rest of the steam room was jacking off watching us perform. I didn’t know whether to stand and take a bow or not. The three of us staggered out of the steam room leaving the others to their own cocks.
In the showers, we said hey and didn’t really get into too much conversation. We checked out each other's cocks and asses, and there was a little bit of post-coital grabbing for fun. They worked on another floor and were summer interns like me, but still in undergrad. I felt a little like I was cradle robbing, but they were very much into it. I finished up and headed back to my locker. I checked my watch while drying off and it was 12:30. I needed to get back and be ready for 12:45. I towel dried and got underwear on. I headed over to the mirror and used the community dryer to make sure I didn’t show that I was down here for the last hour. I finished getting ready and left the gym. I looked down the hall at the bathroom door, a little wistful at the end of an era of freely available loading dock cock. Nothing like a sweaty construction worker dick to take the edge off the afternoon.
I took the elevator to the lobby and picked up a wrap at Starbucks. I continued up to the office and strode in like nothing had happened. I looked around to see if anyone was staring at me, but people were working and just being normal. Sean was on a call with his back to me, and I found my cube again. Todd wasn’t there, so I looked around. The admins were busy with their computers, not me. It was worth sneaking off to have that impromptu three way. I had a feeling that would be the last of my basement exploits, but I didn’t know yet. I was about to take a Phineas Bogg tour around the world in about 21 days, so I figured a little steam room fun was due. I looked over at Jason’s office and the door was closed so I returned to my computer and opened my email. There wasn’t anything special so I went back and started on the last of the books Jason had left.
The rest of the day was quiet. I was calmer now after my lunch time adventure, and the office hummed along. Jason’s door opened at 3 finally and he walked over to my cube, stretching his back as he stepped toward me. I looked over and said, “long call?” He shook his head and said, “long calls. Three back to back. He saw my coffee and sandwich bag. “So that’s what you had for lunch.” I nodded. He said, “we have an expense account for lawyers working on a big case. It’s part of the upside for all the stress. You can order online, and they’ll deliver to the door. Just charge your meals to that account for the next few weeks while this case is underway.” I nodded and said, “thank you. That’s great!” Jason walked back into his office and shut the door. I thought about the lunches in the back of my mind; it is just one more way to control my comings and goings. If the food comes to me, I don’t have to leave. I was starting to think about George’s offer to come over to litigation with new interest. He wouldn’t care that I had a three way at lunch. Hell, he’d probably join in. That was a nice cock of his. But to be honest, Alvaro’s was even better. However, I decided *his* cock had to be off limits for the meanwhile. That’s a little too close to the shitting where you eat I thought.
I received an email from the HR folks about a corporate travel credit card for me. I filled out the form and sent it back to them. The trip to the UK was really happening. I was a little awestruck. I think the weight of the last few days was starting to sink in. This is what I wanted, the jet set life, the big law job, the moving and shaking of it all. But at the same time I was a little sad about losing my freedom as an intern, the lunch hours that seemed to vaporize now, the pressure to read and write and crank out the law. I was billable now. And that meant there was a value to my time. And they were all about maximizing my value. I needed to be about maximizing my own value though. But it felt like I was in the undertow of a big wave, waiting to come back up for air. The internship would only last another five weeks or so, just enough time to get the travel in and go back to school. I could handle this for the rest of the summer. I think at least. I wasn’t really sure.
At 5:00, people started leaving the office, and Jason’s door was still shut. There was a part of me that thought I should stay, but there was more of me that thought if I didn’t go I would be here until 9:00. I packed up and turned off my computer. I ran into Sean and Mark at the elevator and we walked out together. It was nice to be a kid again, even if for a few minutes. Mark was jealous that I was going to be heading overseas in a couple of weeks. Sean bragged about me being the only intern with a real billable code. I had crossed over from law student to law firm employee already. I was becoming a man, and while I was not quite ready for all of manhood, it was what I wanted. The life I had wished for earlier in the month was coming true whether I was ready for all of it or not. I waved goodbye to the guys as I headed back to the apartment on foot. They reminded me about dinner on Saturday so I thought I needed to get a plan for that tonight as well. I did feel guilty leaving Jason without saying goodnight, but I knew I needed a night for me to get ready for the next couple of weeks.
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Chapter 20
I walked up the path toward my apartment building and there were a couple of kids riding bikes, and one guy washing his car in the parking lot. I waved and thought, that seems so pleasant, just to have nothing else pressing on you. I needed to shake off the stress a bit. I headed in and reheated some leftover pasta I made at some point last week. I felt lost, and I didn’t know who to turn to. I could call my parents, but they wouldn’t really understand the whole legal work expectations. I needed a lawyer’s perspective. I knew who I needed to call. My tax professor, Mr. Jacobs, who had been instrumental in me getting this job. I looked at the clock. It was 5:30 here, but 4:30 at school. I called his office phone to see if he was still there. The phone rang for about four rings, and then the voice mail kicked in. “Leave a message,” it ended and I left my name and number and asked him to call me this evening if he could. I looked back at my phone and contemplated opening Grindr again just to see if there was a swinging dick near by. But after the three way this afternoon I was feeling spent down there. Even the thought of more sex didn’t seem to rouse my sleeping cock. I finished my leftovers and turned on the TV. There wasn’t much on, just sitcom reruns and local news. I shut it off and just sat on the couch in silence for a minute. It was the first moment since the weekend I could just sit. No expectations. No pressure. No watching my every move.
I was lonely all of a sudden. I was jealous of Sean and Mark. They were comfortable with each other after only a couple of weeks of dating. I wanted that kind of camaraderie. I could be difficult. And my dating experiences this summer were fairly disappointing, but I don’t know that I tried too hard to “date” as opposed to “fuck.” I would much prefer a cock through a hole than a long drawn out story of someone’s crazy family dynamics. I did need to get a game plan for the next few weeks. I took out my notebook and a ruler and made a makeshift calendar grid. I flagged the tailor appointment tomorrow with Terrance. I flagged Saturday with Mark and Sean coming over. I noted the flight for Saturday to London that was being booked by the travel agency. I noted the return the following Saturday as well. Then the train ride to DC the next afternoon. It’s a good thing I didn’t have a dog like Nathan, I would have to board it for three weeks to a month maybe? That’s crazy. I’m not sure the plant at work would even make it, we were going to be gone so long. That was depressing. I looked back at tomorrow and realized I would need to drive into work so that I could make the afternoon tailor meeting. I would likely not be able to leave and not return. I lamented the loss of my walking commute too. It wasn’t far, but I would get some exercise every day, and I got a chance to be free in that three blocks. But I only needed to drive for a week or two, and then we’d be on travel. But, likely no walking even then. But I was getting the clothes. And I was getting the trips. I was getting to do the law I wanted to do. But was I really living? I didn’t know.
Just then the phone rang. It was Mr. Jacobs. “Sir,” I answered, “thanks so much for calling me back.” “Mr. Richmond, how are you settling in with the firm so far?” His voice boomed into the phone, a product of teaching in big halls where he needed to project. “Well sir, things are going really well. I have been brought in as part of a team on an international tax audit, and I have been doing a lot of the basic research and writing for the company’s defense.” He perked up, “that sounds terrific. I’m teaching a multinational tax class next semester. You’ll have to sit in. You would be the star pupil,” he encouraged. “Yes sir, that would be great.” My voice trailed off. “What is it son, you sound a little down?” I nodded and started in, “well sir, the firm has been a little chaotic.” He chuckled, “all of them are. Chickens with their heads cut off.” I chuckled. “Yeah, and on fire.,” I quipped. “But the real challenge is that I am feeling like it’s all a bit much right this second. I went from being ignored to being on stage. I have been promoted to basically an associate in the tax team, which is wonderful. But, I am finding my work life balance heavily skewed to the work side of the house.” There was a pause. He replied, “yes, that is the downside of firm life. I was there once. I think that motivated me to change directions into teaching.” I then asked, “when did you know it was time?”
He took in a breath and said, “well, it was after the first divorce. Law firms are hard on marriages you see. The pie eating contest makes more pie, and the factory starts to ship out the pies faster than you can eat. Eventually you figure out how to ride the wave, or you wipe out. That’s why lawyers have such high percentages of alcoholism and suicide.” I exhaled. “I am just beginning to see how that could all happen.” I was almost in tears. “You know, this internship is only a few more weeks, and you can cope through that. It will be a great maturing experience for you and you will learn far more about yourself than even the law. Come back to campus and take my international class, and we can regroup together. I’m very proud of you son. You are doing remarkably well.” I blushed. “Thank you sir, that means alot.” He was winding up, “Just remember to breathe. Things can get overwhelming, so you have to be able to pull yourself away from the crucible to recharge, even if they squawk about it. Stay true to you.” I nodded. “That’s really helpful sir. Thanks so much. I’d better let you go.” He said, “yes, I have to get home or I may lose the second marriage too.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t want that sir,” I admitted, “thanks again. Have a good night.” “Good luck John, you’ll be fine. Good bye.” He hung up. I set my phone down, closed my eyes, and breathed. In and out. I felt the stress leave my neck and hands. It took a couple of minutes but I was noticeably calmer.
I went over to the kitchen and started doing the dishes. Slowly. I was trying to keep the meditation going. After the dishwasher was running, I walked over to the table and looked at the calendar. I wanted to make the Saturday dinner a special thing. I opened the laptop and started searching for vegetarian recipes. I found Indian, Thai, and Mexican, my favorite. I read through the beans and rice and decided to do taco salads. I mapped out the ingredients and made a grocery list. I would try to get that done on Friday night. Surely I would have some time. I was breathing now. And taking back some of the ‘me time’ I was losing. I would drive the car tomorrow, and I would also make a plan for after the tailor appointment. I didn’t know what yet, but I had wheels and I would be free of the office. I started to feel more grounded, more sure of myself. I had some agency in my life. I wasn’t a battered wife. The firm appeared to run on expectations and fear at times. They were nice enough, but the pressure was always there. I hung up the calendar and the menu on the fridge to remind myself. I then opened the washer and headed to the bedroom. I need to wash a few things since I had the night to myself. I ignored my phone for the rest of the evening and puttered around the house. At about 9:30 I headed to bed. As I plugged my phone in I noticed a couple of calls from the office. I set my alarm and turned the phone over. It was tomorrow’s crisis. I journaled for a bit in bed then turned out the light. I had the most restful sleep in the last few days.
The next morning I got up and took a more leisurely approach to getting ready. Slow is smooth and smooth is fast, as Jocko Willink said. I was begging to see the wisdom in that approach. I headed to the car with my gym bag in hand. I drove the three blocks to the office. I decided I had better check the messages on my phone before I got too far into the day. I listened to the voicemail messages from last night. Jason called, asking if I was coming back to the office at 7:40 pm. At 9:00 pm Todd called, groggy and muffled asking why I left early without telling Jason. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do then, and now it was really too late. I would have to see how things went this morning. As I walked into the building I stopped and stood in front of the elevator without pushing the button yet. I took a deep breath and told myself, “live on my terms.” Another deep breath, and then I pushed the call button.
Todd was already there and I had a moment of ‘oh crap, how is this going to go.’ But, I stopped again and took a breath, and then confidently put one foot in front of the other. Todd was on the phone as I strode by and I nodded and mouthed ‘good morning.’ He did the same and went back to his call. Jason’s door was shut, so I breathed a sigh of relief, the disappointment of my disappearance would be meted out more slowly but also one overseer at a time. I turned on my computer to fifty or so new emails. Documents from the client, questions from the government officials, Jason assigning tasks due last night, and a flurry of comments on strategy from all the parties concerned, including Alvaro. My mind flashed to his cock for just a minute. It was intense- that memory of our tête-a-tête in the steam room. Almost as good as the three-way. My cock sprang to life and I felt it grow southward as I read Alvaro’s email and imagined his voice.
I got to work on editing the document and researching the questions. It was suddenly 10:30, and Jason’s door opened. Crap he had been there all the while. But at least the two of them had seen emails coming from me this morning as I dug out of the avalanche from yesterday evening. Jason stood at my desk for a second until I looked up. “Our ten o’clock scholar I see?” he mused. “I was here at 7:30 this morning,” I replied. He said, “yes, but you left yesterday afternoon and clearly there was work to be done. I hope this isn’t the kind of lax work ethic we will be seeing from you in this case in the next couple of weeks. We are counting on you to lead the corporate response. We did put our trust into you. I hope that it was not misplaced?” he seemed to threaten as much as show displeasure. I had a rush of three emotions simultaneously, I was angry, I was worried, and I was sad. Angry at the insinuation that I was slacking, worried that my job would be in jeopardy, and sad that the good vibes of the past few weeks were gone. At that moment I had to choose- George and the chaos of litigation or Jason and the passive aggressiveness of tax. I decided the travel would be worth it.
“Your trust was not misplaced. I did not realize that the expectation was to stay. I had a school meeting that I needed to attend yesterday evening, and I didn’t think that level of detail was important enough to burden you with. I am sorry you were disappointed. I’ll keep you better informed in the future. For example, I am getting measured by Terrace this afternoon at 3:30 so, I will need to leave early, but I’ll return to the office afterward.” I thought that was a nice olive branch. Jason replied, “oh yes, I am aware of your appointment at 4. We will be expecting you back promptly afterward.” I nodded. So, they already knew. Interesting. Jason looked down at my gym bag and said, “oh, you won’t have any time for working out in the next couple of weeks. We have too much to do to have you frolic in the steam room all afternoon.” Also noted. Not a surprise, but it was also the second nail in the coffin in my hopes that this job would be my future. “I am going to have you work more closely with Todd to get ready for our trips.” Jason turned and walked back to his office, shutting the door. I was privately fuming. How dare he get into all of my personal business? And lord it over me. I wanted to go take a walk, but at that moment, Todd came over and stood over me. His cheeks were swollen, and while the temptation to call him a chipmunk was great, I knew it would not be well received.
“I told you to buckle down Mr. Richmond. The pressure will continue to mount. Let’s get some real work done before you have to go off on your afternoon galavant.” I nodded, and said, “where do you want to begin?” Todd and I spent the rest of the day through lunch working on various documents, strategies, email updates to the client, and filings to the government agencies to help shape the hearings we were about to have. My gym bag did not move from the spot where I dropped it this morning, and in fact it stayed there for three weeks collecting dust. I grabbed a power bar at 1:30 to eat, as Todd left to go to the bathroom, after we left a two hour conference call with the client that extended over lunch. It was crazy busy. I was trying to track multiple jurisdictions and multiple years, and multiple filings. My little chart that I made in the vault actually saved me a couple of times when even the various calls got confusing for everyone. I didn’t even have time to think about sex, and my cock stayed quiet in my slacks most of the day. I saw that the time was 3:30 and I stood up to go. Todd turned to me and sneered, “you can be a few minutes late. We need to finish this filing correction!” I nodded and said, “it’s already in your email.” When he turned to open the document, I grabbed my keys and walked out. The stress over controlling my every move started to build, and I could tell that I was going to explode if they didn’t back off a bit.
I drove over to the tailor’s office, arriving at 3:55. I walked into a charming Victorian style haberdashery, I think that was what they called it. It was velvet and dark wood and lots of tassels. I was expecting tea to be served, and in fact, they offered me earl gray as I wanted for Terrance. An older gentleman emerged from the back and announced himself as Terrace. “You must be John, pleasure to meet you,” he said, as he extended a hand. “Please come on back. My assistant Brandon will help us with your measurements.” I followed him back through a set of heavy burgundy drapes where a spacious room with mirrors at every wall seemed to reinforce the vastness of the space.
I walked up the path toward my apartment building and there were a couple of kids riding bikes, and one guy washing his car in the parking lot. I waved and thought, that seems so pleasant, just to have nothing else pressing on you. I needed to shake off the stress a bit. I headed in and reheated some leftover pasta I made at some point last week. I felt lost, and I didn’t know who to turn to. I could call my parents, but they wouldn’t really understand the whole legal work expectations. I needed a lawyer’s perspective. I knew who I needed to call. My tax professor, Mr. Jacobs, who had been instrumental in me getting this job. I looked at the clock. It was 5:30 here, but 4:30 at school. I called his office phone to see if he was still there. The phone rang for about four rings, and then the voice mail kicked in. “Leave a message,” it ended and I left my name and number and asked him to call me this evening if he could. I looked back at my phone and contemplated opening Grindr again just to see if there was a swinging dick near by. But after the three way this afternoon I was feeling spent down there. Even the thought of more sex didn’t seem to rouse my sleeping cock. I finished my leftovers and turned on the TV. There wasn’t much on, just sitcom reruns and local news. I shut it off and just sat on the couch in silence for a minute. It was the first moment since the weekend I could just sit. No expectations. No pressure. No watching my every move.
I was lonely all of a sudden. I was jealous of Sean and Mark. They were comfortable with each other after only a couple of weeks of dating. I wanted that kind of camaraderie. I could be difficult. And my dating experiences this summer were fairly disappointing, but I don’t know that I tried too hard to “date” as opposed to “fuck.” I would much prefer a cock through a hole than a long drawn out story of someone’s crazy family dynamics. I did need to get a game plan for the next few weeks. I took out my notebook and a ruler and made a makeshift calendar grid. I flagged the tailor appointment tomorrow with Terrance. I flagged Saturday with Mark and Sean coming over. I noted the flight for Saturday to London that was being booked by the travel agency. I noted the return the following Saturday as well. Then the train ride to DC the next afternoon. It’s a good thing I didn’t have a dog like Nathan, I would have to board it for three weeks to a month maybe? That’s crazy. I’m not sure the plant at work would even make it, we were going to be gone so long. That was depressing. I looked back at tomorrow and realized I would need to drive into work so that I could make the afternoon tailor meeting. I would likely not be able to leave and not return. I lamented the loss of my walking commute too. It wasn’t far, but I would get some exercise every day, and I got a chance to be free in that three blocks. But I only needed to drive for a week or two, and then we’d be on travel. But, likely no walking even then. But I was getting the clothes. And I was getting the trips. I was getting to do the law I wanted to do. But was I really living? I didn’t know.
Just then the phone rang. It was Mr. Jacobs. “Sir,” I answered, “thanks so much for calling me back.” “Mr. Richmond, how are you settling in with the firm so far?” His voice boomed into the phone, a product of teaching in big halls where he needed to project. “Well sir, things are going really well. I have been brought in as part of a team on an international tax audit, and I have been doing a lot of the basic research and writing for the company’s defense.” He perked up, “that sounds terrific. I’m teaching a multinational tax class next semester. You’ll have to sit in. You would be the star pupil,” he encouraged. “Yes sir, that would be great.” My voice trailed off. “What is it son, you sound a little down?” I nodded and started in, “well sir, the firm has been a little chaotic.” He chuckled, “all of them are. Chickens with their heads cut off.” I chuckled. “Yeah, and on fire.,” I quipped. “But the real challenge is that I am feeling like it’s all a bit much right this second. I went from being ignored to being on stage. I have been promoted to basically an associate in the tax team, which is wonderful. But, I am finding my work life balance heavily skewed to the work side of the house.” There was a pause. He replied, “yes, that is the downside of firm life. I was there once. I think that motivated me to change directions into teaching.” I then asked, “when did you know it was time?”
He took in a breath and said, “well, it was after the first divorce. Law firms are hard on marriages you see. The pie eating contest makes more pie, and the factory starts to ship out the pies faster than you can eat. Eventually you figure out how to ride the wave, or you wipe out. That’s why lawyers have such high percentages of alcoholism and suicide.” I exhaled. “I am just beginning to see how that could all happen.” I was almost in tears. “You know, this internship is only a few more weeks, and you can cope through that. It will be a great maturing experience for you and you will learn far more about yourself than even the law. Come back to campus and take my international class, and we can regroup together. I’m very proud of you son. You are doing remarkably well.” I blushed. “Thank you sir, that means alot.” He was winding up, “Just remember to breathe. Things can get overwhelming, so you have to be able to pull yourself away from the crucible to recharge, even if they squawk about it. Stay true to you.” I nodded. “That’s really helpful sir. Thanks so much. I’d better let you go.” He said, “yes, I have to get home or I may lose the second marriage too.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t want that sir,” I admitted, “thanks again. Have a good night.” “Good luck John, you’ll be fine. Good bye.” He hung up. I set my phone down, closed my eyes, and breathed. In and out. I felt the stress leave my neck and hands. It took a couple of minutes but I was noticeably calmer.
I went over to the kitchen and started doing the dishes. Slowly. I was trying to keep the meditation going. After the dishwasher was running, I walked over to the table and looked at the calendar. I wanted to make the Saturday dinner a special thing. I opened the laptop and started searching for vegetarian recipes. I found Indian, Thai, and Mexican, my favorite. I read through the beans and rice and decided to do taco salads. I mapped out the ingredients and made a grocery list. I would try to get that done on Friday night. Surely I would have some time. I was breathing now. And taking back some of the ‘me time’ I was losing. I would drive the car tomorrow, and I would also make a plan for after the tailor appointment. I didn’t know what yet, but I had wheels and I would be free of the office. I started to feel more grounded, more sure of myself. I had some agency in my life. I wasn’t a battered wife. The firm appeared to run on expectations and fear at times. They were nice enough, but the pressure was always there. I hung up the calendar and the menu on the fridge to remind myself. I then opened the washer and headed to the bedroom. I need to wash a few things since I had the night to myself. I ignored my phone for the rest of the evening and puttered around the house. At about 9:30 I headed to bed. As I plugged my phone in I noticed a couple of calls from the office. I set my alarm and turned the phone over. It was tomorrow’s crisis. I journaled for a bit in bed then turned out the light. I had the most restful sleep in the last few days.
The next morning I got up and took a more leisurely approach to getting ready. Slow is smooth and smooth is fast, as Jocko Willink said. I was begging to see the wisdom in that approach. I headed to the car with my gym bag in hand. I drove the three blocks to the office. I decided I had better check the messages on my phone before I got too far into the day. I listened to the voicemail messages from last night. Jason called, asking if I was coming back to the office at 7:40 pm. At 9:00 pm Todd called, groggy and muffled asking why I left early without telling Jason. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do then, and now it was really too late. I would have to see how things went this morning. As I walked into the building I stopped and stood in front of the elevator without pushing the button yet. I took a deep breath and told myself, “live on my terms.” Another deep breath, and then I pushed the call button.
Todd was already there and I had a moment of ‘oh crap, how is this going to go.’ But, I stopped again and took a breath, and then confidently put one foot in front of the other. Todd was on the phone as I strode by and I nodded and mouthed ‘good morning.’ He did the same and went back to his call. Jason’s door was shut, so I breathed a sigh of relief, the disappointment of my disappearance would be meted out more slowly but also one overseer at a time. I turned on my computer to fifty or so new emails. Documents from the client, questions from the government officials, Jason assigning tasks due last night, and a flurry of comments on strategy from all the parties concerned, including Alvaro. My mind flashed to his cock for just a minute. It was intense- that memory of our tête-a-tête in the steam room. Almost as good as the three-way. My cock sprang to life and I felt it grow southward as I read Alvaro’s email and imagined his voice.
I got to work on editing the document and researching the questions. It was suddenly 10:30, and Jason’s door opened. Crap he had been there all the while. But at least the two of them had seen emails coming from me this morning as I dug out of the avalanche from yesterday evening. Jason stood at my desk for a second until I looked up. “Our ten o’clock scholar I see?” he mused. “I was here at 7:30 this morning,” I replied. He said, “yes, but you left yesterday afternoon and clearly there was work to be done. I hope this isn’t the kind of lax work ethic we will be seeing from you in this case in the next couple of weeks. We are counting on you to lead the corporate response. We did put our trust into you. I hope that it was not misplaced?” he seemed to threaten as much as show displeasure. I had a rush of three emotions simultaneously, I was angry, I was worried, and I was sad. Angry at the insinuation that I was slacking, worried that my job would be in jeopardy, and sad that the good vibes of the past few weeks were gone. At that moment I had to choose- George and the chaos of litigation or Jason and the passive aggressiveness of tax. I decided the travel would be worth it.
“Your trust was not misplaced. I did not realize that the expectation was to stay. I had a school meeting that I needed to attend yesterday evening, and I didn’t think that level of detail was important enough to burden you with. I am sorry you were disappointed. I’ll keep you better informed in the future. For example, I am getting measured by Terrace this afternoon at 3:30 so, I will need to leave early, but I’ll return to the office afterward.” I thought that was a nice olive branch. Jason replied, “oh yes, I am aware of your appointment at 4. We will be expecting you back promptly afterward.” I nodded. So, they already knew. Interesting. Jason looked down at my gym bag and said, “oh, you won’t have any time for working out in the next couple of weeks. We have too much to do to have you frolic in the steam room all afternoon.” Also noted. Not a surprise, but it was also the second nail in the coffin in my hopes that this job would be my future. “I am going to have you work more closely with Todd to get ready for our trips.” Jason turned and walked back to his office, shutting the door. I was privately fuming. How dare he get into all of my personal business? And lord it over me. I wanted to go take a walk, but at that moment, Todd came over and stood over me. His cheeks were swollen, and while the temptation to call him a chipmunk was great, I knew it would not be well received.
“I told you to buckle down Mr. Richmond. The pressure will continue to mount. Let’s get some real work done before you have to go off on your afternoon galavant.” I nodded, and said, “where do you want to begin?” Todd and I spent the rest of the day through lunch working on various documents, strategies, email updates to the client, and filings to the government agencies to help shape the hearings we were about to have. My gym bag did not move from the spot where I dropped it this morning, and in fact it stayed there for three weeks collecting dust. I grabbed a power bar at 1:30 to eat, as Todd left to go to the bathroom, after we left a two hour conference call with the client that extended over lunch. It was crazy busy. I was trying to track multiple jurisdictions and multiple years, and multiple filings. My little chart that I made in the vault actually saved me a couple of times when even the various calls got confusing for everyone. I didn’t even have time to think about sex, and my cock stayed quiet in my slacks most of the day. I saw that the time was 3:30 and I stood up to go. Todd turned to me and sneered, “you can be a few minutes late. We need to finish this filing correction!” I nodded and said, “it’s already in your email.” When he turned to open the document, I grabbed my keys and walked out. The stress over controlling my every move started to build, and I could tell that I was going to explode if they didn’t back off a bit.
I drove over to the tailor’s office, arriving at 3:55. I walked into a charming Victorian style haberdashery, I think that was what they called it. It was velvet and dark wood and lots of tassels. I was expecting tea to be served, and in fact, they offered me earl gray as I wanted for Terrance. An older gentleman emerged from the back and announced himself as Terrace. “You must be John, pleasure to meet you,” he said, as he extended a hand. “Please come on back. My assistant Brandon will help us with your measurements.” I followed him back through a set of heavy burgundy drapes where a spacious room with mirrors at every wall seemed to reinforce the vastness of the space.
Chapter 21
There was a tall thin younger guy in his thirties, I would say, standing near a little stage that was a couple of feet off the ground. I smiled and said hello. He smiled and nodded saying, “good afternoon.” Terrance followed me and said, “Brandon, I’ll need you to measure him for clothing. You know the process. Mr. Richmond, you’ll follow him to the changing room, and he will step you through the various angles we’ll need to have covered. I followed Brandon through another set of burgundy curtains into a smaller room that had hangers and hooks for clothing. “I’ll need you to disrobe down to your undergarments,” he said authoritatively. I nodded and began to take off my suit jacket. He handed me a hanger for it and hung it up on a hook. I realized he was going to be there for each step of the unveiling. I thought I should have burlesque music playing in the background, but instead it was something violins and classical. Mozart maybe? I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I looked at him and pulled up my undershirt and he nodded, so I pulled that over my head, showing off my chest and arms. There was a little muscle definition there from last semester’s workouts in lieu of sex. I could have sworn I heard a gasp when my t-shirt came off, but Brandon was silent.
Now was the moment of truth. I slid off my shoes and then unbuckled my belt. The button of my fly and then zipper were undone, and then I pulled a leg out of my slacks. Brandon put an arm on my shoulder to steady me. It felt warm on my skin, and my cock started to thicken. I stepped down and lifted the other leg, and Brandon put the other hand on my other shoulder, standing behind me as I wrestled the foot out of the pant leg. I was then standing there with my pants in my hands and my boxers on, my cock a little thick, and growing. Brandon took my pants and hung them up, and then I heard a thump. It turned out Terrance was watching behind a mirror that was actually two way, and he had dropped a half a mug of tea on the carpet when he saw my half hard cock in my boxers, I would find out later. Brandon came back around to the back of me and massaged my shoulders a little. “You are tense, maybe we need to relax you a bit so we can get a better measure for your suit.” I turned to him thinking he was certainly cute and said, “you’re the boss. I am clay for your hands to work. One thing, when you call my firm to let them know I am on my way back, please wait an hour. I haven’t eaten anything all day, and I’d like to get a decent meal afterward.” Brandon nodded saying, “certainly sir. We’ll be happy to give you all the time you need.” He started to rub my back, standing over me from behind. I moved my neck back and forth and closed my eyes. I could feel my cock responding, growing longer and longer in my boxers until they started to be lifted by my head, starting to rise toward attention.
I was at ‘full tent’ in less than a minute, and I heard another gasp from behind the wall. I was loving the attention, and putting on a show for the older guy. Brandon started to move down my spine toward my waist, and he started running his fingers around my waistband as if to ask if I minded him lowering my boxers. I didn’t respond either way, so he started to shift them down a little each pass until my pubes began to peek out over the waistband as it descended. I felt his hands run under the waistband further down and graze the backside of my cock. I then felt the slit of my boxers open and a rush of cold air hit my shaft and head as my cock sprang through. There was a louder “oh my god” I heard from beyond. Brandon still moving silently around me. He turned to my ass, and started to massage the cheeks through the fabric and I stretched, unfurling my cock more through the fabric and Brandon’s pulling from behind forced my balls free too. I stretched from side to side and let out a playful moan, like this was the best massage I ever had. Brandon took that as a sign, and moved his hands up inside my boxers from the legs, and started massaging my asscheeks directly on the skin. I flexed my cock and it jumped up and down a few times. The voice from beyond said, “oh yes, that’s amazing.” I was loving the attention. Brandon started to pull the boxers down further from the inside. He had my waistband and gently pulled a couple of inches down where he could see the top of my asscrack. There were tufts of hair that were now exposed where my back turned to butt. I felt his tongue graze the top of my crack. I let out a moan for real this time. I felt his hand reach around to the front of my boxers and climb in from the bottom again. He fanned his hand over my cock, and guided the boxers down over my erection, where it now swung freely in the wind.
I thought I heard a click or two, and what I would realize later was that there were pictures of me that would later be on the Internet for sale. I would find out about that a couple of years later when I was taking the bar and all of that salaciousness would be in the hands of the state examiners for fitness. At least my cock looked amazing I would say. But for now I was rock hard, in a dressing room across town, getting manhandled by a tall young tailor’s assistant, while the old master watched it all from behind a wall. Brandon led my up the small stage, where my cock was now eye level with his mouth. He turned me to the side for better viewing through the double mirror and started to give me a blow job. I heard some shuffling, and I decided the old man was pulling out his cock to jack off. Brandon was an expert cocksucker though, and he easily slid my entire shaft down his throat without gagging. It felt as soft as the velvet drapes I caressed as we traversed rooms in the shop. He worked my cock slowly, and in an exaggerated fashion, back and forth as I was standing on a pedestal literally. I held my hands to the side to avoid blocking ‘the view.’ I knew the drill. This went on for about ten minutes. Not enough to get me off, but enough to keep me hard. I was starting to get frustrated with the slow pace. I heard the old man gasp and grunt, and I figured he had just come. I thought the show would be over and we would be back to measuring. I heard shuffling and then a quiet voice said, I’m just going to pop over to the chemist. Brandon, can you finish him up for me, and I’ll be back to help pick out fabrics.” Brandon took my cock out of his mouth long enough to say, “sure thing sir.”
We heard the door close and he resumed the blow job. It started to go faster now that the ‘show’ was over. He played with my balls and continued to slide his mouth around my cock and all the way down to the base. I felt the suction increase a little, giving some friction to the push and pull, and my cock started to get more and more rigid as it stretched to reach to the back of his throat and beyond. My feet started to tingle and I knew I was close. I grabbed the back of his head and I started to thrust my cock in and out faster and faster. I closed my eyes and just kept pounding his face with my manpole, in and out, in and out. I curled my toes in and I felt my balls tighten up. The next thing I knew I was shooting a huge load down his throat, my bush slammed in his nose and my cock pulsing my man juice spraying the back of his mouth. He swallowed and I kept my cock there for a minute while the aftershocks of my erection continued to reverberate for a while. As my cock softened, I pulled it out of his mouth and I said, “thanks, that was just what I needed.”
He smiled and nodded without saying anything. He took off his measuring tape and began measuring me. Waist, hips, inseam, back, sleeves, shoulders, neck. He made quick work of it all, and then turned to me and said, “we’re done. You can get dressed,” as he swiftly exited. My legs were still a little wobbly as I stepped off the stage. I got redressed, and followed his exit route through the curtains, and back to the front of the shop. When I got back to the counter, Terrance was there and had fabric swatches out for me to consider. “You are getting the firm's new associate package. A navy and a charcoal suit. A sport coat, and four dress shirts. We will throw in shoes and a belt as well. I will give you an invoice to give back to the office. They’ll take care of it as you know.” I nodded, not really remembering that Todd said something about that in the car late that night. Terrance handed me an envelope with the slip inside. I said, “thank you so much,” and he said, “they’ll be ready Thursday evening for your pick up. Shall we say same time?” I said, “yes, but would you tell the firm 3 so I could get a bite to eat as I drive over?” He nodded and said, “certainly sir. 3:00 it is. See you at 4. Also, it’s 5:00 now, I’ll call them about 6:15 and let them know you are ‘finished.’ Will that be sufficient?” I nodded, “yes, thank you again. I do appreciate it.” Terrance smiled, “well, we do want to make sure you get the ultimate in good service.” I looked over at Brandon and winked. “Well you both have been extraordinary. Have a good night.” And with that I turned around, and headed out of the shop.
As I got to the car I noticed that the envelope was not sealed. I opened it and reviewed the invoice. It was for $6,500.00 - new associate. I was shocked at that amount of money. I think I may have paid $300 for my suit that I was wearing. I took a picture with my phone, and put the invoice back into the envelope. I looked at my phone for food options, and found a Japanese steakhouse nearby with good reviews. I would need to leave by 6:10, as I suspect the firm will be counting the minutes until I am back. I walked into the restaurant and asked for a seat at the bar. I was able to get some sushi and some chicken fried rice quickly, because it wasn’t quite dinner hour yet. I decided to eat slowly and savor the meal. I have been scarfing down food so much as of late that I had forgotten how nice a meal could be. The sous chef was a cute boyish guy who was perhaps in his twenties. He kept looking over at me, and as I smiled he would smile back. My cock was still wet from Brandon’s spit, and tired from its afternoon work out, so I didn’t pursue the cute manboy in the hat with a big knife on display. I was impressed with his skill and just watched in amazement as he expertly filetted and shaped the raw fish into dinner for the patrons like me. Never pausing, never rushing, and never erring. I wanted to be more like him. I wondered if he ever got stressed out.
I paid the bill, and headed out at 6:05. I drove leisurely back to the office. I walked in and Todd was sitting at his desk with Jason standing over him. Jason saw me come in and said, “that was a long appointment.” I said, “they had to measure a couple of times and it was busy there when I arrived.” Jason said, “they are never busy, it is all by appointment.” I nodded and shrugged. I handed him the envelope and he took it. He said, “never mind, you’ll work with Todd tonight on these exhibits. I have a call with the Japanese at 9 pm. We need to send these exhibits over before the call.” I nodded and sat back at my desk. The two hours flew by and we finished the exhibits at 8:50 and emailed them out. Jason was waiting for us at Todd’s desk as the final touches were made on the submission, and then Jason walked back to his office and closed the door again. I looked at Todd. “He’ll be a while. I think we can leave now.” I picked up my car keys and started out. Todd said, “oh I see you drove.” I nodded. He said, “that’s preferable to walking with so many late nights ahead of us.” I nodded thinking that this was also a little bit more of my freedom being taken away from me. This trip better be worth it I thought.
I walked out and Todd stayed behind. Fine. I drove back to my house and saw the calendar on the fridge as I walked in. I needed to focus on dinner the day after tomorrow. I made a grocery list before bed, and decided I would swing by the store after work tomorrow no matter how late it was. I put the list in my wallet so I wouldn’t forget it, and then headed to the bedroom. I got undressed and decided I would shower after my cock was sticking to my boxer short fabric. I was a little grossed out about it. I took a hot shower and then slid into bed. I slept soundly that night. So soundly I forgot to set the alarm.
There was a tall thin younger guy in his thirties, I would say, standing near a little stage that was a couple of feet off the ground. I smiled and said hello. He smiled and nodded saying, “good afternoon.” Terrance followed me and said, “Brandon, I’ll need you to measure him for clothing. You know the process. Mr. Richmond, you’ll follow him to the changing room, and he will step you through the various angles we’ll need to have covered. I followed Brandon through another set of burgundy curtains into a smaller room that had hangers and hooks for clothing. “I’ll need you to disrobe down to your undergarments,” he said authoritatively. I nodded and began to take off my suit jacket. He handed me a hanger for it and hung it up on a hook. I realized he was going to be there for each step of the unveiling. I thought I should have burlesque music playing in the background, but instead it was something violins and classical. Mozart maybe? I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I looked at him and pulled up my undershirt and he nodded, so I pulled that over my head, showing off my chest and arms. There was a little muscle definition there from last semester’s workouts in lieu of sex. I could have sworn I heard a gasp when my t-shirt came off, but Brandon was silent.
Now was the moment of truth. I slid off my shoes and then unbuckled my belt. The button of my fly and then zipper were undone, and then I pulled a leg out of my slacks. Brandon put an arm on my shoulder to steady me. It felt warm on my skin, and my cock started to thicken. I stepped down and lifted the other leg, and Brandon put the other hand on my other shoulder, standing behind me as I wrestled the foot out of the pant leg. I was then standing there with my pants in my hands and my boxers on, my cock a little thick, and growing. Brandon took my pants and hung them up, and then I heard a thump. It turned out Terrance was watching behind a mirror that was actually two way, and he had dropped a half a mug of tea on the carpet when he saw my half hard cock in my boxers, I would find out later. Brandon came back around to the back of me and massaged my shoulders a little. “You are tense, maybe we need to relax you a bit so we can get a better measure for your suit.” I turned to him thinking he was certainly cute and said, “you’re the boss. I am clay for your hands to work. One thing, when you call my firm to let them know I am on my way back, please wait an hour. I haven’t eaten anything all day, and I’d like to get a decent meal afterward.” Brandon nodded saying, “certainly sir. We’ll be happy to give you all the time you need.” He started to rub my back, standing over me from behind. I moved my neck back and forth and closed my eyes. I could feel my cock responding, growing longer and longer in my boxers until they started to be lifted by my head, starting to rise toward attention.
I was at ‘full tent’ in less than a minute, and I heard another gasp from behind the wall. I was loving the attention, and putting on a show for the older guy. Brandon started to move down my spine toward my waist, and he started running his fingers around my waistband as if to ask if I minded him lowering my boxers. I didn’t respond either way, so he started to shift them down a little each pass until my pubes began to peek out over the waistband as it descended. I felt his hands run under the waistband further down and graze the backside of my cock. I then felt the slit of my boxers open and a rush of cold air hit my shaft and head as my cock sprang through. There was a louder “oh my god” I heard from beyond. Brandon still moving silently around me. He turned to my ass, and started to massage the cheeks through the fabric and I stretched, unfurling my cock more through the fabric and Brandon’s pulling from behind forced my balls free too. I stretched from side to side and let out a playful moan, like this was the best massage I ever had. Brandon took that as a sign, and moved his hands up inside my boxers from the legs, and started massaging my asscheeks directly on the skin. I flexed my cock and it jumped up and down a few times. The voice from beyond said, “oh yes, that’s amazing.” I was loving the attention. Brandon started to pull the boxers down further from the inside. He had my waistband and gently pulled a couple of inches down where he could see the top of my asscrack. There were tufts of hair that were now exposed where my back turned to butt. I felt his tongue graze the top of my crack. I let out a moan for real this time. I felt his hand reach around to the front of my boxers and climb in from the bottom again. He fanned his hand over my cock, and guided the boxers down over my erection, where it now swung freely in the wind.
I thought I heard a click or two, and what I would realize later was that there were pictures of me that would later be on the Internet for sale. I would find out about that a couple of years later when I was taking the bar and all of that salaciousness would be in the hands of the state examiners for fitness. At least my cock looked amazing I would say. But for now I was rock hard, in a dressing room across town, getting manhandled by a tall young tailor’s assistant, while the old master watched it all from behind a wall. Brandon led my up the small stage, where my cock was now eye level with his mouth. He turned me to the side for better viewing through the double mirror and started to give me a blow job. I heard some shuffling, and I decided the old man was pulling out his cock to jack off. Brandon was an expert cocksucker though, and he easily slid my entire shaft down his throat without gagging. It felt as soft as the velvet drapes I caressed as we traversed rooms in the shop. He worked my cock slowly, and in an exaggerated fashion, back and forth as I was standing on a pedestal literally. I held my hands to the side to avoid blocking ‘the view.’ I knew the drill. This went on for about ten minutes. Not enough to get me off, but enough to keep me hard. I was starting to get frustrated with the slow pace. I heard the old man gasp and grunt, and I figured he had just come. I thought the show would be over and we would be back to measuring. I heard shuffling and then a quiet voice said, I’m just going to pop over to the chemist. Brandon, can you finish him up for me, and I’ll be back to help pick out fabrics.” Brandon took my cock out of his mouth long enough to say, “sure thing sir.”
We heard the door close and he resumed the blow job. It started to go faster now that the ‘show’ was over. He played with my balls and continued to slide his mouth around my cock and all the way down to the base. I felt the suction increase a little, giving some friction to the push and pull, and my cock started to get more and more rigid as it stretched to reach to the back of his throat and beyond. My feet started to tingle and I knew I was close. I grabbed the back of his head and I started to thrust my cock in and out faster and faster. I closed my eyes and just kept pounding his face with my manpole, in and out, in and out. I curled my toes in and I felt my balls tighten up. The next thing I knew I was shooting a huge load down his throat, my bush slammed in his nose and my cock pulsing my man juice spraying the back of his mouth. He swallowed and I kept my cock there for a minute while the aftershocks of my erection continued to reverberate for a while. As my cock softened, I pulled it out of his mouth and I said, “thanks, that was just what I needed.”
He smiled and nodded without saying anything. He took off his measuring tape and began measuring me. Waist, hips, inseam, back, sleeves, shoulders, neck. He made quick work of it all, and then turned to me and said, “we’re done. You can get dressed,” as he swiftly exited. My legs were still a little wobbly as I stepped off the stage. I got redressed, and followed his exit route through the curtains, and back to the front of the shop. When I got back to the counter, Terrance was there and had fabric swatches out for me to consider. “You are getting the firm's new associate package. A navy and a charcoal suit. A sport coat, and four dress shirts. We will throw in shoes and a belt as well. I will give you an invoice to give back to the office. They’ll take care of it as you know.” I nodded, not really remembering that Todd said something about that in the car late that night. Terrance handed me an envelope with the slip inside. I said, “thank you so much,” and he said, “they’ll be ready Thursday evening for your pick up. Shall we say same time?” I said, “yes, but would you tell the firm 3 so I could get a bite to eat as I drive over?” He nodded and said, “certainly sir. 3:00 it is. See you at 4. Also, it’s 5:00 now, I’ll call them about 6:15 and let them know you are ‘finished.’ Will that be sufficient?” I nodded, “yes, thank you again. I do appreciate it.” Terrance smiled, “well, we do want to make sure you get the ultimate in good service.” I looked over at Brandon and winked. “Well you both have been extraordinary. Have a good night.” And with that I turned around, and headed out of the shop.
As I got to the car I noticed that the envelope was not sealed. I opened it and reviewed the invoice. It was for $6,500.00 - new associate. I was shocked at that amount of money. I think I may have paid $300 for my suit that I was wearing. I took a picture with my phone, and put the invoice back into the envelope. I looked at my phone for food options, and found a Japanese steakhouse nearby with good reviews. I would need to leave by 6:10, as I suspect the firm will be counting the minutes until I am back. I walked into the restaurant and asked for a seat at the bar. I was able to get some sushi and some chicken fried rice quickly, because it wasn’t quite dinner hour yet. I decided to eat slowly and savor the meal. I have been scarfing down food so much as of late that I had forgotten how nice a meal could be. The sous chef was a cute boyish guy who was perhaps in his twenties. He kept looking over at me, and as I smiled he would smile back. My cock was still wet from Brandon’s spit, and tired from its afternoon work out, so I didn’t pursue the cute manboy in the hat with a big knife on display. I was impressed with his skill and just watched in amazement as he expertly filetted and shaped the raw fish into dinner for the patrons like me. Never pausing, never rushing, and never erring. I wanted to be more like him. I wondered if he ever got stressed out.
I paid the bill, and headed out at 6:05. I drove leisurely back to the office. I walked in and Todd was sitting at his desk with Jason standing over him. Jason saw me come in and said, “that was a long appointment.” I said, “they had to measure a couple of times and it was busy there when I arrived.” Jason said, “they are never busy, it is all by appointment.” I nodded and shrugged. I handed him the envelope and he took it. He said, “never mind, you’ll work with Todd tonight on these exhibits. I have a call with the Japanese at 9 pm. We need to send these exhibits over before the call.” I nodded and sat back at my desk. The two hours flew by and we finished the exhibits at 8:50 and emailed them out. Jason was waiting for us at Todd’s desk as the final touches were made on the submission, and then Jason walked back to his office and closed the door again. I looked at Todd. “He’ll be a while. I think we can leave now.” I picked up my car keys and started out. Todd said, “oh I see you drove.” I nodded. He said, “that’s preferable to walking with so many late nights ahead of us.” I nodded thinking that this was also a little bit more of my freedom being taken away from me. This trip better be worth it I thought.
I walked out and Todd stayed behind. Fine. I drove back to my house and saw the calendar on the fridge as I walked in. I needed to focus on dinner the day after tomorrow. I made a grocery list before bed, and decided I would swing by the store after work tomorrow no matter how late it was. I put the list in my wallet so I wouldn’t forget it, and then headed to the bedroom. I got undressed and decided I would shower after my cock was sticking to my boxer short fabric. I was a little grossed out about it. I took a hot shower and then slid into bed. I slept soundly that night. So soundly I forgot to set the alarm.
Chapter 22
I rolled over and noticed it was light outside. The sun was streaming in through my window. I looked at my phone and realized it was already 8:30. I jumped up and got dressed and left the house all in about 15 minutes. I drove to the office, I guess I am a driver now I thought. It was all so hurried. I was in the parking lot and thought, I need to calm down. This is a summer internship. I sat in my car and closed my eyes, and just breathed slowly. In and out, for about 10 breaths. I felt the stress of the last thirty minutes pass. I then got out of my car and headed into the building. I stopped by the Starbucks and got a coffee. I needed to keep my head. As I got off the elevator, the rush of the impending judgment from my bosses started to creep back into mind. I had to stop and say, I’m doing just fine. That was my mantra walking in through the door. I slowly and deliberately stepped toward my desk. Todd wasn’t there, and his bag wasn’t at his desk. First shoe not fallen. I looked over and Jason’s door was closed. Second shoe not fallen. Okay. I got to my desk and turned the computer on. Emails from the both of them. Another matter has arisen. We’ll be in after lunch. I smiled. Crisis of the morning averted. There was a list of work from both of them to be done this morning however. Okay, I thought, I can handle this. I started into the revisions and reading and research they asked me to look at. It was 11:30 before I realized. I decided I had better get a bite to eat now, before the wicked stepsisters returned from the ball!
I stood up and headed for the door. I saw Alvaro coming over to our section and decided to keep walking. He hadn’t called me yet, and I needed to get something to eat, because once Todd and Jason returned, there would be no break again. I headed out the door and to an open elevator. I got to the ground floor, and walked out toward the salad place. I got a chicken caesar to go and came back quickly. Todd still out, Jason’s door still closed. Phew. I ate at my desk, and I opened my email. There was a new email from Manny, Alvaro’s assistant, who I hadn’t met yet. Alvaro is looking for an update on the case. Could I brief him at 1:00 in Todd and Jason’s absence? I replied “yes, will do.” I didn’t have much time to prepare, but I could explain where all the strategies were currently. I straightened my tie, and grabbed my notebook at 12:55. I walked over toward the corner office. A slim latin guy was sitting at the desk in front of Alvaro’s office. I said, “hello, you must be Manuel. I am John, and you have set up a meeting for me with Mr. Gutierrez?” He looked up from his computer and said, “yes, perfect. I’ll let him know you are here.” He smiled and looked me over. His eyes got to my crotch level and stayed focused there a minute. I shifted my weight afraid that my bulge was announcing my cock in a way that might be disturbing. Manny caught himself and turned to his phone. “Mr. Richmond is here for you sir.” He turned back to me and said, “you can go in.” I nodded and said, “thanks.” I felt his eyes follow my ass all the way to the door. I arched my back a bit to stick it out for his viewing. I was a tease when I wasn’t being a whore.
I knocked at the door as it was closed. “Come in,” I heard through the wood. I turned the knob and pushed in the door. “Hello sir, you wanted to see me,” I said as I crossed the transom. Alvaro was sitting at his desk with his feet up reading a document, with his glasses in his hand. “John, come in. Sit down over here in the comfortable chairs.” I nodded, smiling and headed over toward his desk. “If you would, please give me a status on each of the facets of this matter. I just want to get a gauge of our progress going into the weekend.” I nodded, “well sir, the UK hearing was set for Friday while we are there. We have made the preliminary filings for that hearing, and the client is expecting us. Travel arrangements are being made now, and we’ll be flying out next Saturday. We have corresponded with the client to keep them informed, and we have strategy documents already drafted.” I stopped for a second, he seemed to shift his head toward me. “What about filing the suit against the accountants?” he inquired. I shook my head no, “we wanted to wait until the hearing to see if there were any meaningful decisions to arise that would confer liability. No sense ruffling feathers if the government wasn’t going to be adverse to the client I suppose.” He nodded, “go on,” he said.
“The federal case in DC is also set. There are two hearings, one on Wednesday morning, and the other on Friday morning. There has been less filings required, so we have a general strategy outline, but we’ll know more after the Wednesday meeting, and Thursday will likely be a bit of a marathon to prepare ourselves for the second round.” He nodded. “We have train tickets and hotel reservations also set for that trip already. The Japan trip has been tentatively set, and tickets have been reserved but not yet purchased. The Japanese government has been on one of their many week long holidays, and so we haven’t been able to confirm a hearing date as of yet. Strategy documents for that hearing have also been drafted, and we are working directly with the Japanese office to finalize the three filings we expect to make once the government reopens next Monday.” I stopped and took a breath. He looked over at me and smiled. “Very well, it appears everything is in hand. I wanted to give you a personal congratulations on your efforts so far here. I understand from Todd and Jason that you are doing exceptional work. I want you to know that we are already thinking about having you join us full time after the summer and we would be happy to help you transfer to the city law school here to finish up. Think about it, and let us know.” He smiled again, and I nodded.
“Thank you sir,” I said, “that is quite an offer. I am honored. I will mull it over. Right now, I’m just trying to do well with my summer internship responsibilities.” He chuckled. “My boy, you have long surpassed the internship with your efforts thus far. You are on your way to partner with the success of this particular endeavor.” I blushed. “Thank you again sir. I’m glad that I am so well received.” He nodded, “you have certainly made a reputation here already.” He stood up. The meeting was over. I can see why Jason would say, ‘that is all.’ It was a helpful signal. I stood up too and he offered out his hand. I shook it and he looked me up and down, and his eyes hovered down around my crotch too. “Quite a reputation already,” he mused almost to himself. I stepped back and smiled, turning and heading to the door. As I passed Manny’s desk, he said, “hey John.” I turned. “Did they offer you a job?” I nodded yes. He bent down and whispered, “don’t do it. THey did the same to me, and I’ve been here six years, didn’t finish the degree and now, I can’t. It’s a scam.” I nodded and said in a similar whisper, “thanks I appreciate the heads up.” He stood up straight in his chair and nodded. I nodded too, and headed back to my desk.
I was walking toward Jason’s office and the door was open. I heard Todd’s voice. I decided it was time to head back to the lion’s den. I stopped outside the open door and caught Jason’s eye. “Hello, Mr. Richmond, do you need something?” he asked. I shook my head no, “I just wanted to see if you both needed anything,” I replied. Todd turned to me and asked, “have you finished the latest revisions to the DC strategy documents?” I nodded, “yes, I emailed them earlier today. I am still working on the Japanese ones, and if you don’t need me right now, I’ll return to that.” Todd said, “very well. We’ll be done here in a bit, and I’ll chat with you more afterward.” I nodded and said, “looking forward to it.” I turned and walked back to my desk. The rest of the afternoon was spent revising and walking over to the library for reference materials, and then checking online for translations of Japanese legal documents. It was already 8:00 when Jason emerged at Todd’s desk, putting on his coat. “I had better go home, or I will lose wife number three.” Todd smiled, “yes sir,” he said, “well, we have the fort secured here. We’ll see you tomorrow.” He nodded and left. After about fifteen minutes, Todd turned to me and said, “I’m heading out too. Finish up that document before you go.” I nodded. I was already almost done, but I didn’t want to get another work assignment for tonight. Todd got up and turned off his computer. He headed out the door, pulling out his cell phone and making a call as he walked to the elevator.
I gave it ten more minutes and thought I was about ready to go myself. But I wanted to wait to send the email until later to give the impression that it took much longer to complete than I led on. I saved the document and locked my screen. I stood up and stretched, and walked over to the front doors too. I saw Carlos vacuuming and he waved. I waved back. We were the night crew. I headed over to the elevator and pushed the down button, and then pressed B. I figured I’d see if there was any late night action available in the meanwhile. The gym was closed. I guess at 7. They really don’t plan for lawyer hours I thought. BUt they are open at 5. So, fair point. I then walked down to the bathroom down the hall and opened the door. The lights were back to only one working, and there was a person in the stall. I took the other just to pee. I looked down and the wood covering the hole was gone, and the hole was open again. Back in business I see. I sat down, and looked through the hole. Another guy was there, with glasses and a computer vendor shirt on. There must be a late night upgrade happening. I peered in and he was jacking his cock pretty harshly. I stuck a finger in the hole and he stood up. I saw a white cock slide through. The head was purplish and not too big, but the shaft flared thick as you got to the base. I opened my mouth and started to work his head and the top of his shaft. He pushed more through and I heard his shoes shuffle toward me. He was getting comfortable. I started slurping his cock. It had been a while since I had sucked a cock. Brandon, the tailor’s assistant, didn’t show me his while he was sucking me off, the bastard. I was mad about that, but I was hoping when I picked up my new clothes, I would get another chance at that tall drink of water.
The IT guy’s cock was curved up slightly and fit well in my mouth. I sucked him for about two minutes and then he pulled back and put a finger through the hole at me. I stood up and stuck my now hard cock through. He started working my cock with his mouth. He wasn’t really used to my girth, so there were some teeth involved. I was happy to have a mouth on it, but it was starting to get painful. So after a couple of minutes, I had to pull back as well. I put a finger in as I sat down and the pointed head slid back through the hole again. I kept working his cock for a couple more minutes, and he didn’t come. I was lost in the moment, when I heard the door open. He pulled back quickly, and I stood up. We both pulled up our slacks, and rebuckled. He opened his door first and headed to the sink. I waited a few seconds, and then did the same. The night security guard was at the urinal pissing. The IT guy was in a panic. I looked over and shook my head no. “We’re fine,” I mouthed. He looked confused. He left quickly, not even drying his hands. I finished and dried, while the night cop zipped up and headed to the sink. He looked at me and said, “are there any other late night activities you want me to investigate?” I smiled and said, “no. The coast is clear.” He laughed and said, “well, I have a late night activity you could investigate,” as he rubbed his crotch. “I remember that,” I said, “and I would love to take you up on it, but I am due back at my desk now.” I leaned over and started rubbing his crotch. “But I will definitely take a raincheck. We have unfinished business to tackle.” He smiled, “I’m always here for you,” he said. I nodded and patted his bulge softly. “Thank you sir, I feel better knowing that,” I quipped as I headed to the door.
I headed back up the elevator, and back to my desk. It was about 9:00 now, and I made a few changes to the document and saved it so that it would have the timestamp on it. I then emailed it to Jason and Todd, and then shut off my computer. I picked up my bookbag, and headed back to the door. I rode the elevator down to the lobby and headed for the parking lot. The night cop was back at his desk, and I waved. He waved back, as I headed outside. The drive home was uneventful, and I got in and headed straight to my bedroom. I plugged my phone in and set the alarm this time. I got undressed and pulled down the covers. I journaled for a bit then turned to shut off my nightstand light when my phone buzzed. It was a Grindr message from a guy nearby. “You up?” it read. I decided to ignore it for now. I noted it was only fifty feet away. There might be some local dick to sample when I was less pressed for time. I turned off the light and rolled over. Today had gone alright, even with the alarm situation and the strange job offer. Manny’s warning stayed with me however. I didn’t want to get trapped.
I rolled over and noticed it was light outside. The sun was streaming in through my window. I looked at my phone and realized it was already 8:30. I jumped up and got dressed and left the house all in about 15 minutes. I drove to the office, I guess I am a driver now I thought. It was all so hurried. I was in the parking lot and thought, I need to calm down. This is a summer internship. I sat in my car and closed my eyes, and just breathed slowly. In and out, for about 10 breaths. I felt the stress of the last thirty minutes pass. I then got out of my car and headed into the building. I stopped by the Starbucks and got a coffee. I needed to keep my head. As I got off the elevator, the rush of the impending judgment from my bosses started to creep back into mind. I had to stop and say, I’m doing just fine. That was my mantra walking in through the door. I slowly and deliberately stepped toward my desk. Todd wasn’t there, and his bag wasn’t at his desk. First shoe not fallen. I looked over and Jason’s door was closed. Second shoe not fallen. Okay. I got to my desk and turned the computer on. Emails from the both of them. Another matter has arisen. We’ll be in after lunch. I smiled. Crisis of the morning averted. There was a list of work from both of them to be done this morning however. Okay, I thought, I can handle this. I started into the revisions and reading and research they asked me to look at. It was 11:30 before I realized. I decided I had better get a bite to eat now, before the wicked stepsisters returned from the ball!
I stood up and headed for the door. I saw Alvaro coming over to our section and decided to keep walking. He hadn’t called me yet, and I needed to get something to eat, because once Todd and Jason returned, there would be no break again. I headed out the door and to an open elevator. I got to the ground floor, and walked out toward the salad place. I got a chicken caesar to go and came back quickly. Todd still out, Jason’s door still closed. Phew. I ate at my desk, and I opened my email. There was a new email from Manny, Alvaro’s assistant, who I hadn’t met yet. Alvaro is looking for an update on the case. Could I brief him at 1:00 in Todd and Jason’s absence? I replied “yes, will do.” I didn’t have much time to prepare, but I could explain where all the strategies were currently. I straightened my tie, and grabbed my notebook at 12:55. I walked over toward the corner office. A slim latin guy was sitting at the desk in front of Alvaro’s office. I said, “hello, you must be Manuel. I am John, and you have set up a meeting for me with Mr. Gutierrez?” He looked up from his computer and said, “yes, perfect. I’ll let him know you are here.” He smiled and looked me over. His eyes got to my crotch level and stayed focused there a minute. I shifted my weight afraid that my bulge was announcing my cock in a way that might be disturbing. Manny caught himself and turned to his phone. “Mr. Richmond is here for you sir.” He turned back to me and said, “you can go in.” I nodded and said, “thanks.” I felt his eyes follow my ass all the way to the door. I arched my back a bit to stick it out for his viewing. I was a tease when I wasn’t being a whore.
I knocked at the door as it was closed. “Come in,” I heard through the wood. I turned the knob and pushed in the door. “Hello sir, you wanted to see me,” I said as I crossed the transom. Alvaro was sitting at his desk with his feet up reading a document, with his glasses in his hand. “John, come in. Sit down over here in the comfortable chairs.” I nodded, smiling and headed over toward his desk. “If you would, please give me a status on each of the facets of this matter. I just want to get a gauge of our progress going into the weekend.” I nodded, “well sir, the UK hearing was set for Friday while we are there. We have made the preliminary filings for that hearing, and the client is expecting us. Travel arrangements are being made now, and we’ll be flying out next Saturday. We have corresponded with the client to keep them informed, and we have strategy documents already drafted.” I stopped for a second, he seemed to shift his head toward me. “What about filing the suit against the accountants?” he inquired. I shook my head no, “we wanted to wait until the hearing to see if there were any meaningful decisions to arise that would confer liability. No sense ruffling feathers if the government wasn’t going to be adverse to the client I suppose.” He nodded, “go on,” he said.
“The federal case in DC is also set. There are two hearings, one on Wednesday morning, and the other on Friday morning. There has been less filings required, so we have a general strategy outline, but we’ll know more after the Wednesday meeting, and Thursday will likely be a bit of a marathon to prepare ourselves for the second round.” He nodded. “We have train tickets and hotel reservations also set for that trip already. The Japan trip has been tentatively set, and tickets have been reserved but not yet purchased. The Japanese government has been on one of their many week long holidays, and so we haven’t been able to confirm a hearing date as of yet. Strategy documents for that hearing have also been drafted, and we are working directly with the Japanese office to finalize the three filings we expect to make once the government reopens next Monday.” I stopped and took a breath. He looked over at me and smiled. “Very well, it appears everything is in hand. I wanted to give you a personal congratulations on your efforts so far here. I understand from Todd and Jason that you are doing exceptional work. I want you to know that we are already thinking about having you join us full time after the summer and we would be happy to help you transfer to the city law school here to finish up. Think about it, and let us know.” He smiled again, and I nodded.
“Thank you sir,” I said, “that is quite an offer. I am honored. I will mull it over. Right now, I’m just trying to do well with my summer internship responsibilities.” He chuckled. “My boy, you have long surpassed the internship with your efforts thus far. You are on your way to partner with the success of this particular endeavor.” I blushed. “Thank you again sir. I’m glad that I am so well received.” He nodded, “you have certainly made a reputation here already.” He stood up. The meeting was over. I can see why Jason would say, ‘that is all.’ It was a helpful signal. I stood up too and he offered out his hand. I shook it and he looked me up and down, and his eyes hovered down around my crotch too. “Quite a reputation already,” he mused almost to himself. I stepped back and smiled, turning and heading to the door. As I passed Manny’s desk, he said, “hey John.” I turned. “Did they offer you a job?” I nodded yes. He bent down and whispered, “don’t do it. THey did the same to me, and I’ve been here six years, didn’t finish the degree and now, I can’t. It’s a scam.” I nodded and said in a similar whisper, “thanks I appreciate the heads up.” He stood up straight in his chair and nodded. I nodded too, and headed back to my desk.
I was walking toward Jason’s office and the door was open. I heard Todd’s voice. I decided it was time to head back to the lion’s den. I stopped outside the open door and caught Jason’s eye. “Hello, Mr. Richmond, do you need something?” he asked. I shook my head no, “I just wanted to see if you both needed anything,” I replied. Todd turned to me and asked, “have you finished the latest revisions to the DC strategy documents?” I nodded, “yes, I emailed them earlier today. I am still working on the Japanese ones, and if you don’t need me right now, I’ll return to that.” Todd said, “very well. We’ll be done here in a bit, and I’ll chat with you more afterward.” I nodded and said, “looking forward to it.” I turned and walked back to my desk. The rest of the afternoon was spent revising and walking over to the library for reference materials, and then checking online for translations of Japanese legal documents. It was already 8:00 when Jason emerged at Todd’s desk, putting on his coat. “I had better go home, or I will lose wife number three.” Todd smiled, “yes sir,” he said, “well, we have the fort secured here. We’ll see you tomorrow.” He nodded and left. After about fifteen minutes, Todd turned to me and said, “I’m heading out too. Finish up that document before you go.” I nodded. I was already almost done, but I didn’t want to get another work assignment for tonight. Todd got up and turned off his computer. He headed out the door, pulling out his cell phone and making a call as he walked to the elevator.
I gave it ten more minutes and thought I was about ready to go myself. But I wanted to wait to send the email until later to give the impression that it took much longer to complete than I led on. I saved the document and locked my screen. I stood up and stretched, and walked over to the front doors too. I saw Carlos vacuuming and he waved. I waved back. We were the night crew. I headed over to the elevator and pushed the down button, and then pressed B. I figured I’d see if there was any late night action available in the meanwhile. The gym was closed. I guess at 7. They really don’t plan for lawyer hours I thought. BUt they are open at 5. So, fair point. I then walked down to the bathroom down the hall and opened the door. The lights were back to only one working, and there was a person in the stall. I took the other just to pee. I looked down and the wood covering the hole was gone, and the hole was open again. Back in business I see. I sat down, and looked through the hole. Another guy was there, with glasses and a computer vendor shirt on. There must be a late night upgrade happening. I peered in and he was jacking his cock pretty harshly. I stuck a finger in the hole and he stood up. I saw a white cock slide through. The head was purplish and not too big, but the shaft flared thick as you got to the base. I opened my mouth and started to work his head and the top of his shaft. He pushed more through and I heard his shoes shuffle toward me. He was getting comfortable. I started slurping his cock. It had been a while since I had sucked a cock. Brandon, the tailor’s assistant, didn’t show me his while he was sucking me off, the bastard. I was mad about that, but I was hoping when I picked up my new clothes, I would get another chance at that tall drink of water.
The IT guy’s cock was curved up slightly and fit well in my mouth. I sucked him for about two minutes and then he pulled back and put a finger through the hole at me. I stood up and stuck my now hard cock through. He started working my cock with his mouth. He wasn’t really used to my girth, so there were some teeth involved. I was happy to have a mouth on it, but it was starting to get painful. So after a couple of minutes, I had to pull back as well. I put a finger in as I sat down and the pointed head slid back through the hole again. I kept working his cock for a couple more minutes, and he didn’t come. I was lost in the moment, when I heard the door open. He pulled back quickly, and I stood up. We both pulled up our slacks, and rebuckled. He opened his door first and headed to the sink. I waited a few seconds, and then did the same. The night security guard was at the urinal pissing. The IT guy was in a panic. I looked over and shook my head no. “We’re fine,” I mouthed. He looked confused. He left quickly, not even drying his hands. I finished and dried, while the night cop zipped up and headed to the sink. He looked at me and said, “are there any other late night activities you want me to investigate?” I smiled and said, “no. The coast is clear.” He laughed and said, “well, I have a late night activity you could investigate,” as he rubbed his crotch. “I remember that,” I said, “and I would love to take you up on it, but I am due back at my desk now.” I leaned over and started rubbing his crotch. “But I will definitely take a raincheck. We have unfinished business to tackle.” He smiled, “I’m always here for you,” he said. I nodded and patted his bulge softly. “Thank you sir, I feel better knowing that,” I quipped as I headed to the door.
I headed back up the elevator, and back to my desk. It was about 9:00 now, and I made a few changes to the document and saved it so that it would have the timestamp on it. I then emailed it to Jason and Todd, and then shut off my computer. I picked up my bookbag, and headed back to the door. I rode the elevator down to the lobby and headed for the parking lot. The night cop was back at his desk, and I waved. He waved back, as I headed outside. The drive home was uneventful, and I got in and headed straight to my bedroom. I plugged my phone in and set the alarm this time. I got undressed and pulled down the covers. I journaled for a bit then turned to shut off my nightstand light when my phone buzzed. It was a Grindr message from a guy nearby. “You up?” it read. I decided to ignore it for now. I noted it was only fifty feet away. There might be some local dick to sample when I was less pressed for time. I turned off the light and rolled over. Today had gone alright, even with the alarm situation and the strange job offer. Manny’s warning stayed with me however. I didn’t want to get trapped.
Awesome writing and a fucking awesome story! Thank you!
Thank you for the kind words! I'm glad you are enjoying it. I'll have a new chapter up tomorrow am.
