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Chapter 23

I did wake up on time today, thanks to the alarm. I got up and headed to the kitchen. I started some coffee, and decided to try some yoga in the living room. I pulled my yoga mat out of the closet and laid it out. I did the sun salutations that I remembered doing in classes at school, and after about 20, I was a little sweaty and the coffee was done. I grabbed a cup and then pulled my grocery list out of my wallet. I would need to get some things on the way home. I decided to drive so I could do that whenever I was able to escape. It was sad that I was already thinking about the work as a drudgery. I do remember a time when it was exciting to go in and experience all the new things. Sadly, that had left and I was now looking forward to the weekend, and thankful to Sean and Mark that they were giving me a reason to leave the office tomorrow. I only hoped that I would be able to leave when I needed to. I refolded the grocery list and put it back in my wallet with my keys and headed off to the shower, finishing my coffee on the way. After a quick rinse and dry, I was dressed and out the door before 7:00. I started the car and headed out toward the office, breathing calmly all the way.

When I got in, I checked my email and Todd had let me know that they had a new client meeting at 11:00 downtown and would be late getting in. Alvaro would be checking with me, and Manny would set up that meeting. I replied, “great, good luck with the new business.” I then reviewed where we were with the documents, the filings and the case. I realized there was a client meeting at 2:00 this afternoon, so I made a note for Alvaro, and printed out documents for him to review. One of the admins came by asking for Todd to sign some travel expense documents and I told her that he was at a client meeting until after lunch. She nodded and then asked, “can you just sign these for him?” I shook my head no, but I told her, “I was meeting with Alvaro this morning and I would bring them with me.” She was super grateful and left me the folder. By the time I had my documents and files together, I had a stack of folders about 6 inches thick to bring with me. Manny got in at 9, and sent me an invite for 10:15. I accepted and then I started to make notes about what I needed to cover with him while we talked. I didn’t even have time to gossip with Sean as he breezed by to say hi, and remind me for the fortieth time this week that they were coming to dinner. I turned to him and said, “really, this week, are you positively certain?” He got mad and said, “yes, I am. Don’t stand us up. We are hungry bitches!” I laughed and said, “don’t worry I’m putting on my best spread for you.” The reality is that I was making Mexican food out of a packet and a box, because I really didn’t know how to cook.

It was 10:45 before I realized. I gathered up my stuff, and the phone rang. I thought, do I answer, and then I looked and it was Todd’s cell number. “Hello,” I said, with the folders in my hand. “John, glad I caught you. We are going to be later than expected. The client postponed, and we are stuck in traffic irregardless, so the timing is working out even if we weren’t really sure it would.” I responded, “no problem. I have it covered here. I’m going into a meeting with Alvaro in a minute, and we have the client call at 2.” I heard silence on the line for a bit and then, “oh crap. I forgot about that call. Are you ok to take it?” he asked. I shrugged, “sure, I think so. It’s more of an update, and I’m already giving that to Alvaro in seven minutes. I really need to go.” Todd said, “yes, yes, that makes sense. I have faith in you John, we’ll be back in the office as soon as we can.” I responded, “that’s fine, I’ve got it. Let me let you go.” He said, “bye,” and hung up before I could say anything else. I headed toward Alvaro’s office.

Manny was at his desk and Alvaro’s door was closed. I could hear him talking loudly. “I don’t want to babysit your toddler. You get the meeting sorted and come back immediately, do you hear?” I figured he was talking to Todd as I think Jason was driving. Alvaro didn’t sound happy. I looked at Manny and he just shrugged. “I don’t know, the partners are all crazy, and the senior partners are worse,” he whispered sotto voce to me behind his hand. I nodded. “I’m learning that, “ I said. I sat down in the waiting area across from Manny’s desk in Alvaro’s area. This is where the clients sat and were awestruck by the wood and glamor of the office, and the corner suite at that. A view, windows, and expensive object d’art sprinkled around like potpourri. After a few weeks, I was completely inured to it all. The door swung open. “John, my good man, please come in.” I stood up and picked up my files and followed him into the office while he shut the door behind me.

We circled the conference desk and I put my files down and grabbed the chair across from Alvaro. I opened my notebook and said, “I have a few things to go over with you, but first, what questions do you have for me?” He smiled and said, “thank you for preparing. I am sure I will have questions as we go along, but why don’t you start.” I nodded and said, “thanks. The most important item to flag for you is that we have a client call at 2, and I’m not sure Todd and Jason will be back. I am prepared to take it, but I am only a 508 attorney, and I’m not sure if I can run a call as a summer intern.” The 508 was the section number that allowed law students to ‘practice’ law before the bar. “I am happy to sit in on the call with you and be the silent partner. Ha ha, I suppose that was a joke.” I smiled and forced a laugh. He smiled and said, “thanks you did try. Hold on.” He turned to his phone and pressed the intercom. “Manuel, can you make sure I have the client call on my calendar at 2?” I heard Manny’s voice through the phone say, “sure thing. It’s done.” Alvaro turned back to me and said, “what else?”

I exhaled. “I am sure that this task is probably beneath you, but the admins came by to have Todd sign some forms about our travel next week, and I didn’t think that I as the 508 guy could sign those either, so would you, or point me in the right direction? It sounded important.” He nodded and said, “hand them here. I’ll sign; you deliver. Deal?” I nodded, “sounds wonderful sir.” He took the folder from me and signed the various documents and handed the folder back to me. “What else?” he asked. “Well, we have the strategy documents finalized, so I think we are ready to go over that with the client. I also have the chart of filings we made to the various regulators. There are a couple of outstanding ones, but I am tracking those. I think we are ready for this trip, but I’m not sure.” He nodded, “that feeling never goes away. And it will both save you, and haunt you.” He was in advice mode- the favorite voice of all lawyers. “There will be surprises, just make sure you have all the copies with you in paper no matter what the knuckleheads say. It’s on my phone, it’s in email, blah blah blah. Have a copy with you. Make paper notes and copies of everything.” I nodded. “Yes sir, got it.” I said.

“Todd and Jason are smart, and they are good attorneys, but they get going too fast. Make sure you never let the law practice you.” I nodded. I didn’t know what he meant exactly, but it sounded good. I wrote it down. “Anything else?” he asked. I wanted to ask more about Manny, but it seemed a little rude. I shook my head no. “That’s it sir, thanks so much for your time.” He smiled and got up from his chair. “No John, thank you for being prepared. Your meeting has been the highlight of my morning.” I nodded and blushed. “Thank you sir,” I stammered as I turned to leave. “Oh John,” Alvaro beckoned. I turned around. “Yes sir,” I said. He said, “just relax a bit. You are doing fine, and in fact exceptionally well.” I nodded and said thank you again. I left the office and headed back to my desk to drop off my stack of files. I found the one folder with the signed travel documents and gave them back to the admin. She was thrilled that they could be filed before lunch. “The accounting folks will be so pleased.” I smiled and said, “well good. We try to please.” She laughed. We both knew it wasn’t true.

It was 11:35, and Todd and Jason were nowhere in sight. I decided I could head down to the bathroom for a break before the call. I took the elevator down and when the door opened, the men’s room was blocked once more. I secretly prayed that they wouldn’t put up another piece of wood. But I couldn’t ask, and I’d have to see later. I took the elevator back up to the lobby and headed over to salad place, my dining room away from my dining room. I was in line getting a salad when I saw Nathan up ahead. I suppose the reality is that I saw the bulge and the white outline in his jeans from his massive pecker rubbing against it for months or years. It was blatant. You could see that thing from the moon. I wasn’t jealous of him, I actually felt bad. The whole sex situation had been really weird, and I don’t know that my handling of it made it any better. I nodded his way when he looked over. He nodded and gave a wave. I smiled and he turned back to his conversation with his coworkers. It wasn’t quite the rapprochement I wanted, but it was a better outcome than I had feared. I got my salad and headed back. I didn’t think I wanted to eat alone here, when I could do it at my desk and be anonymous about it.

At 1:55 I logged into the client meeting on the webcam. We were all there, Alvaro’s camera off so he could do other work I suppose and double bill. The clients asked about Todd and Jason and I said that I would be running the meeting. Alvaro was on to answer any firm questions they had. We began. I went through the filings, and the scheduled meetings. We discussed the strategy and I answered their questions with confidence, sometimes confidence I didn’t have. But I kept going. At the end of my spiel, I asked if they had questions, and they didn’t. So it was either really good or really bad. We logged off, and my phone rang afterward. It was Alvaro.

“My boy, you did absolutely stupendous. That was a great meeting, you kept control and you allayed their fears. That’s really what we do as attorneys. We are there as a security blanket. The bigger the blanket needed, the more money we can charge.” I laughed, “thank you sir. It was a little nerve wracking, but I just kept on going.” He said, “that is often the only thing you can do. I have complete confidence in your work, and I think this is going to be great trip for you. Actually trips I guess. You are going around the world with this one.” I replied, “yes, I am. I am really grateful for the opportunity.” Alvaro replied, “nonsense, you earned the opportunity to work this case. The phone call alone proved that to me.” I smiled. “Thank you sir again.” Alvaro hung up. I took a deep breath and relaxed for the first time today.

I wrote up the call notes for Todd and Jason and sent them out. I put a call into the DC regulator’s office and realized that nobody would pick up at 3:30 on a Friday. Ah well. I left a message. I was starting to pack up at 4:00 when Todd and Jason came through the door. “Hail the conquering heroes,” I quipped. They smiled. “Long day,” Todd said. Jason said, “but we got the contract to do the work. That’s what matters.” I nodded. Jason asked, “how are things here?” I said fine, and told them the call went well, and I sent them notes from the discussion in email. They replied thanks, and they would check on it later. They wanted to get cracking on the new work to be done. Jason came back around about a half an hour later and asked about the travel forms. I told him I got them signed this morning and they are already in process. He exhaled and said thanks, that saved us a lot of hassle getting ready for next week. Jason went to his office and closed the door, and Todd turned to his computer and started reading emails from the day. They ignored me the rest of the day. I couldn’t leave, but I didn’t have much to do. So I logged into the grocery store website and put an order for pick up at 7:00. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it, but I was going to get out at a decent hour.

At 5:30, Todd got a call to head to Alvaro’s office. Jason’s door opened and they both walked down the hall. I waited until they were gone and I grabbed my bookbag and turned off my computer. I left a note that I would be in tomorrow morning, and headed for the door. Carlos was there, and I smiled. He smiled and rubbed his crotch a bit. I shook my head no, and headed for the elevator. He waved and smiled as I flew through the open doors. I did head to the basement. It was calling me after the stress of the afternoon. The door was unbarricaded, and I opened it and saw that the light was still dim and shadowy. I noticed one stall door closed, and I took the other one. Hallelujah, the hole was still open after all. I didn’t even wait to get my pants down, I put a finger in as I sat down. I heard shuffling as he stood up, and the cock came through was latin, uncock, and thick, but short. It was maybe five inches, but six inches around. Like a beer can. I licked it like a lollipop, and then took the two or three inches I had access to into my mouth. He started to push in and out of my mouth. I started to apply some suction to my lips and his cock got harder and a little longer. I got another inch or so through the hole to work with as I milked his thick rod back and forth. He was starting to moan, and I was surprised, because it had been less than a minute. As he thrusted faster and faster, his moans got louder and louder.

He finally shoved his rigid cock through as far as he could, and I felt his cockhead jump in my mouth, spraying my tonsils with his love juice. It was warm, and salty and tasted like cream and yogurt all at the same time. He made up for his length with the volume of cum he shot. It filled my mouth and I had to swallow twice while he was shooting. That fucker was feeding me a full can of protein shake out of his manpole. I held it in my mouth to get the last drops out, and then he pulled out and wiped it off before leaving. He didn’t even wash his hands. I then stood up and unbuckled my slacks and sat back down for a minute. I waited about twenty minutes and nobody else showed, so I slowly stood back up and pulled my pants up and got myself redressed. I was at the sink washing up when the black rent a cop came by with a real cop. The rent a cop was saying, “there is nothing to see here. It’s just a bathroom sir. The lawyers are too cheap to replace the lights or paint it. But the cleaning staff comes by each evening because they have to use it too.” The cop looked at me and asked why I was here. “I had to pick up a package from the mailroom and when I got down here it was closed, and I had to go pee, so here I am.” He nodded, and then said, “if there’s any issue, please let us know,” toward the rent a cop. “I surely will,” he said. They left. And then I threw away my paper towel and also left.

I looked at my watch. 6:30, and just enough time to get groceries. I went by and picked up my order. I headed home, and walked through the door at 7:30. I put most of the food away and kept out the chicken and the mushrooms. I took out two skillets and put olive oil in both. I turned them on and put the chicken in one and the mushroom slices in the other. I sauteed them for a bit, and then retrieved the taco seasoning from the grocery bags. I sprinkled it over them, and continued to cook the mushrooms and the chicken until the chicken was done and the mushrooms were dark. I turned off the heat and put them in bowls and covered them with plastic wrap, and then put them in the fridge. The hardest part was done. The rest I could do tomorrow. It was only 9:00 on a Friday, and I headed to bed.
 
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Chapter 24

I woke up at 7:00 and stretched. It was Saturday, and I decided to take it easy. I got coffee going, and turned on the TV. There was news, cartoons, and old movies. I settled for Bugs Bunny and drank my coffee. After the first cup, I got the vacuum cleaner out of the closet and vacuumed the living room and the hall. I cleaned the guest bathroom, and then I got a shower in my own. I put on sweats, and headed toward the door. I grabbed my backpack and keys and started to head to my car, and then realized no, I’m going to walk today. I’ll be home in time. I set out on the sidewalk with a defiant gait and a smile. I was doing things my way. I got to the office at about 9:15 and headed up the elevator. I walked in and Todd wasn’t there. Jason wasn’t there. I walked by Manny’s desk, and he wasn’t there, but Alvaro’s door was open. I said hello, and then walked back to my cube. I turned on the computer and opened my email. I got a note from Jason thanking me for the phone call notes, but no tasks. Nothing from Todd either. It’s as if they were done with me. It was weird. So, I reviewed the files on my desk for our trip and began to make itineraries for me for each of the legs of the journey.

I was ready I thought, but as Alvaro said, there will be a question in the back of one's mind. I started to review the case files and strategy toward a view of what might go wrong. I pulled out some of the legal books and confirmed the case law and theories. I went over to the library and looked at a couple of others. I just wanted to make sure I guess. I made some additional notes, and had them in my own file in case the questions arose. At 3:00 I decided to leave. Neither Todd nor Jason ever showed. I swung by Alvaro’s office and his door was shut. I returned to my desk and turned off the computer. It seemed eerie like standing at the bus stop waiting for school not knowing that it was a snow day. I headed out toward the door. George passed me in the hall. He said hello and then checked out my cock in the sweatpants. I was in boxers and the cock looked twice as big in the folds of the fleece. He said “you should be arrested for dressing like that.” I smiled, “I almost was last night. The night watchman and a police officer were making the rounds in the basement.” George shook his head. “That piece of meat will get you into trouble.” I smirked, “it already has.” He laughed, and I waved as I headed out the door.

I walked back to the apartment my cock swinging in front of me. One of the redneck guys was washing his truck and staring at me. Staring at it. As I walked by him he grabbed his crotch and gave it a tug, and I took my fingers and rocked it back and forth to show that it was all me, and not any air in the folds. He nodded and flashed me a grin that was missing a couple of teeth. I smiled back and he watched my ass bounce up the stairs toward my apartment. I turned back to see if he was still watching me and he was as he slowly soaped up his tailgate. I waved and then opened my front door and closed it behind me. He was hot in a dirty sort of way, like maybe the bathroom glory hole is a necessary precondition for that blow job. Or maybe just blowing him in the dark. Ah well, I have dinner to get ready so that the boys don’t call me out for poor hosting.

I cut up vegetables, diced onions, tomatoes, jalapeños, and shredded lettuce into chiffonades. I covered their bowls with saran wrap and put them back in the fridge. I opened a can of beans and then I pulled out a skillet. I put some oil in the pan, and got it hot. I added some spices, and then the beans. I let the beans get hot and stirred in the spices. They started to boil, and I mashed a few into the side of the pan, to thicken them. I added a spoonful of cocoa, and a little sugar. Then I took the beans off the heat and put them in another bowl. I let them sit for a bit, to cool and then I put those in the fridge, also covered. I put out some rice, and I boiled some water in my last pan. I added the rice once the water was rolling, and then I stirred it a little and added a touch of salt. I turned the heat down and covered, setting the timer for 20 minutes. When the timer went off, I turned off the heat and left it covered. I looked at the clock and it was 4:30. I thought, I have a few minutes. I vacuumed, and spruced up my room and the bathroom. At that point, it was 5:30, and I returned to the kitchen, put some onions in a pan with some tomatoes, and dumped the rice into the pan and cooked the water out of the tomatoes. I turned off the stove and let them sit a bit. I turned on the oven, and put the taco shells on a cookie sheet, and then I pulled out the chicken and mushrooms from the fridge and put them in the microwave. I was basically ready.

There was a knock on my door at 6:05. I went over and answered. There was Sean and Mark, looking sweet in matching polos and shorts. I invited them in and they took off their shoes, just because. I invited them in. I went over to the kitchen and put the shells in the oven and set the timer for 10 minutes and then started the microwave for a couple of minutes to heat up the chicken and mushrooms. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked. “I have beer, soda, water, juice, and I can make some coffee.” Sean said, “I’ll take a beer since I am not driving.” Mark said, “What do you have for soda?” I replied, “Sprite, Diet Coke, and some Lime Seltzer.” Mark said, “Ooh, I’ll take a seltzer.” I got out the beverages for them and took a beer myself. They hung out in the kitchen with me as I finished up. I handed the fillings to Mark to unwrap and sit on the table. “We’ll have to share spoons for some of this. I opened a bag of shredded cheese, and then heated up the rice on the stove. I handed Sean some plates and napkins, and asked him to set the table. “I have to work for this?” he joked. “If you want to eat,” I replied. “Geez, tough crowd. Taco bell doesn’t do me this way.” I said, “well, I hope it’s a little better than that.” He turned and smiled, “we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

I put the rice in a bowl (I was running out) and added a spoon. I handed that to Mark to set on the table, and I passed napkins over to Mark. We were almost set. I headed up the beans in the microwave afterward, and I then brought them with me to the table with the chicken and mushrooms on a platter. “There, bon appetit,” I said. Mark said, “Bone?” I looked at him and said, “boner appetit?” He laughed, “that sounds better to me.” Mark laughed, “of course it does. He is such a perv.” Mark shook his head no, but I think the glint in his eye told me he liked the impishness of Sean’s humor. I did too. He was a lovable scamp. With a big dick.

Dinner conversation flowed easily. We talked about Sean’s job, and what Mark was doing. They were basically living together, but Mark was getting ready to go back to school, and they weren’t sure what to do. “We’d like to continue dating, but long distance is hard.” I nodded and asked, “what about City u? They have a law program.” Mark nodded, “I’m thinking about that. I’m not sure what I want to do just yet.” I nodded, “yeah, it’s a lot. I had a talk with one of the partners who offered me a chance to stay on, but Manny advised me against that.” Sean looked down and said, “you should listen to Manny. He got screwed.” I took a deep breath. “Really, can you elaborate?” I asked. Sean nodded and then said, “if you get me another beer. This is definitely a full beer story.” I got up and got him a beer, and I pulled out a seltzer from the fridge to and held it up to show Mark. He nodded, so I brought them both over.

“So, Manny was at the firm like you as an intern about four years ago. He was a bright kid, and very eager. He worked for Jason for the summer, and Todd was an associate for Alvaro. The three of them took Manny on and promised him the world. They bought him clothes, and then at the end of the summer tried to make him pay for the clothes or sign a contract with the firm. Once they did, they didn’t get him a transfer to city, and instead just strung him along with gifts, and other things. Then he tried to leave and they threatened to take it all away. He just stayed, because he was trapped. Now he has been out so long he can’t finish, because his old law credits expired. It’s really sad. Don’t let them buy you clothes whatever you do!” I got quiet. I said after a minute, “I may already have.” Sean said, “oh man. They will try to fuck with you.” I nodded, “good to know. That way I can get ready.” Mark said, “what are you going to do?” I shrugged. “I don’t know yet, but at least I can be ready for this if it happens to me.” I turned to Sean, “thanks for telling me that. It helps a lot.” I touched his arm, and he looked up and smiled at me. I smiled back and him and then at Mark.

“More tacos?” I asked. Sean said, “no I have had three. Mark said, “thanks for making the mushrooms, they were amazing. I nodded and said, “no problemo. You will always be my cube mate.” He grinned. “I have to tell you something,” Mark said. “I really thought you were cute when I first met you.” I turned to him and said, “really?” He nodded. I replied, “well, the first day, you bent over to pick up your bag on the floor and I nearly came in my pants, your ass was so hot.” He blushed, and Sean grinned. “It still is,” Sean remarked. I nodded, “yes, it is.” Things got quiet for a bit. I said, “well let me get the food put away. I pulled out some board games, or we could watch TV. What would you all like to do?” They were quiet, but helped me clear the table as I got out the saran wrap. After I got the mess in the kitchen arranged, I turned to the boys. They were both leaning against the counter watching me shuffle around washing dishes and putting food away. I said, “can I get you anything else before I close the kitchen?” They shook their heads no, and I turned out the kitchen light and headed back to the table. Here’s Monopoly and Risk. I’m sorry I didn’t have much else to…” I stopped mid sentence, because Sean had put his hand on my ass. Then Mark put his hand on my chest and leaned into me. I felt Sean kiss my neck and my cock started growing in my pants. I looked over at Mark and he was pinching my nipple through my shirt, and I put my hand around his back and pulled him into me. I kissed him on the mouth. I could taste mushrooms and lime and I slid my hand down to that amazing ass of his, and grabbed his cheek with a strong hand. He jumped and then started kissing me more passionately. His tongue was darting in and out of my mouth and he was rubbing my chest, as Sean was rubbing my ass. Then I felt a hand on my crotch. My cock was nearly hard, and aching to be set free from the pants I was wearing. I felt the hand rub the length of my shaft through the fabric, as Sean was kissing and licking my neck, then my earlobes and then blowing hot air in between his tongue licking me. I put my other hand on Sean’s ass and felt his cheeks through his shorts. He pulled into me, and I pulled Mark closer in at the same time, still kissing him without coming up for air. I felt Sean’s mouth on my cheek heading closer to my mouth, still occupied by Mark. They met at my lips and the three of us intermingled tongues lips and hands. I felt a hand at my belt buckle, and then my zipper opening. I started kissing Sean’s neck as he was kissing Mark, and then Mark was starting to bump his cock into my hip as I felt my underwear drop, and my cock sprang free. I felt a hand on my cock, then two as I was getting felt up. Sean stopped kissing Mark and leaned into me for a kiss. I opened my mouth and his tongue was exploring my mouth. It was thick and warm and strong. I felt the muscles of his tongue and I licked his tongue with mine as I explored his mouth with the same urgency as he explored mine.

Then I felt Mark drop down, and then a mouth of my cock. It was warm and wet, like a washcloth in a bubble bath. I pulled away and gasped a little then Sean put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me back into him. I reached over and felt his waist. His shorts were off already, and I felt the waistband of his underwear. I moved to his center, and then found his cock, still inside, hard and pointing to the right. I was rubbing his cock, kissing him, and Mark was sucking me, all at the same time. I pulled down Sean’s undies, and his cock sprang out. I started to rub it with my hand over top of Mark’s head which was bobbing up and down on my cockhead and shaft. He was working the entire length of my shaft, and it felt so soft and amazing. I just wanted to stay like this forever. Sean pulled my shirt up over my head, and then pulled my pants down to the floor all while Mark kept his lips firmly wrapped around my manpole. I was rock hard and I felt Mark reach around my balls and start fondling them while his lips slid back and forth along the length of my penis. When Sean returned to kissing me, he too was completely naked and I ran a hand across his lightly furry chest and with the other hand on his ass, I stuck a finger in the crack slightly. I felt his cheeks flex around my knuckle, and I increased my kissing velocity with his tongue and mouth. We were now sucking and slapping lips and trying to lick and suck and swallow each other’s mouths, while Mark was giving my cock the tongue bath of its life.

I pushed in my finger about half way into Sean’s crack and he pulled away and whispered, “could we go back to your bedroom?” I nodded and pulled Mark up off of my cock and then I led the two of them back to my bedroom. We got Mark undressed and then they pushed me down onto the bed, and I laid down while Mark returned to my cock and Sean was laying on top of me kissing me some more. I tried to reach back to his ass again, but the angle didn’t work so I just rubbed his back and put the other hand on Mark’s head, which had resumed its bobbing motion on my cock.
 
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Chapter 25

I felt Mark pull away from my cock and join me at eye level. He leaned in and kissed me and I felt Sean slide down my side. I felt his tongue on my balls, and I leaned over and started playing with Mark’s cock as he laid on top of me kissing me. I opened my legs and felt Sean lick the underside of my balls while he was jacking my cock, now wet from Mark’s spit. Sean kept digging inside further, and I kept opening my legs as he was licking my taint, and heading back further toward my hole. I pushed up my hips and I felt his hands slide under my ass cheeks and he then angled my legs up into the air. I felt his lips graze my asshole, lightly at first. Then he was blowing air into my hole, tikcing the asshole hairs, and then lightly ever so softly licking around my hole. It was subtle at first, but then a little more forcefully as he was teasing me with his tongue. Mark and I were still kissing and I had his cock hard in my hand and then I pushed him over so I could free my other hand and make my way to his ass. I carressed those tight cheeks, furry and I never knew, and then I stuck a finger into his asscrack and he moaned. I resumed my kissing of him, as Sean was working his tongue around my hole, and getting me wetter by the minute.

As I got a finger into Mark’s hole, I felt a finger rub the outside of mine. Sean’s tongue was still darting around, and probing in a little at a time, but then I felt a finger slide in about a half an inch. He was licking me, and pressing that finger then pulling back a touch, and then I felt him swallow my cock. It was amazing. He had no gag reflex, I just felt a warm softness at the head, and then a slide down my shaft. I didn’t notice his finger climbing into my asshole at the same time, but as he slid back off of my cock, I felt the finger dislodge a bit, and then push back in as the mouth came back down. This motion lasted for a couple of minutes, and all the while I was fingering Mark’s hole and kissing him. At a certain point I thought I was going to cum, so I pulled Mark’s mouth off of my cock, and then I flipped Mark over onto his back. I rolled over onto my stomach and aimed my mouth at Mark’s cock. He was already dripping pre cum and he was moaning lightly, an “oh,” or a sharp inhale as I took his small cock and balls into my mouth and at the same time ran my tongue over his sack. I felt Sean’s hands spreading my legs apart as my ass was now in the air. Then I felt his fingers pull my cheeks apart, and then a moist warmness around my hole as he stuck his tongue into it while massaging my cheeks with his fingers. I took a finger of my own, and slid it down the taint of Mark’s toward his hole. I pushed in as I continued to suck him and his “ohs,” got louder.

I moved my knees out to the side and lifted my ass up about six inches off of the bed. I felt Sean’s hand on my cock jacking it while he tongue fucked my asshole in and out and in and out. I lifted Mark’s legs up and pushed them back exposing his dark pink hole, and I aimed my tongue right in there. Mark was holding my head with his hand and playing with his cock with the other. My ass was poised for Sean to get in there with his tongue and we looked like a strange naked man train, tongue to asshole connecting the cars of the train together. Mark’s hole softned as I tongued it, and I stuck a finger into it as I was licking it. About the same time, I felt Sean do the same to me. When Sean stuck a second finger into my ass, I jumped a bit, and he licked my hole then stuck a finger in then licked it, then stuck two in for a bit, and just teased my hole until it loosened and accepted both digits. I licked my second finger and pushed it into Mark’s man canyon no problem. The fingers were solidly in there, and I started to suck just his shaft. He was getting louder and he gripped my hair tighter as he started to thrust into my mouth as my fingers were in his hole. I could feel his ass muscles convulse around my fingers, and his cock jump in my mouth to the same rhythm.

I slid my knees under me a bit more and lifted up my torso off the bed. I then lifted Mark’s legs further, and aimed my dry pecker at his hole. He looked at me and said, “I need some lube for your cock, it’s way too big to just stick in. While I reached over to my nightstand for some lube, I felt Sean reach over and put out a hand for some for him. I squirted some in each of our hands, and I put some on my cock and then on Mark’s hole. I felt the cool sensation of lube on my hole too. I held Mark’s ankles and slid my cock near his hole and the head popped into him. He squirmed and I leaned down and kissed him. As I kissed him I put pressure on my hips and my cock slid in an inch or so at a time until he was full of my cock. My balls hit his taint, and I leaned down and kissed him passionately again. He ran his fingers through my hair, and then spread his arms out wide. I felt Sean press his massive cock into my hole, which was puckering at the intrusion of Sean’s massive head. It was a stretch for me who hadn’t had anal sex like this in over a year. That cock was huge, and I felt his pressure of his purple helmet on my hole, as I had put pressure on Mark’s. I backed up from Mark’s hole and pulled my cock out about an inch, and I felt Sean’s cock go into me about that same inch. I then pushed in, and Sean’s cock slid out and then I pulled out of Mark and Sean slid back in. I realized I was setting the pace for the fucking. I took deep breaths and began to make bigger motions in and out and in and out. I felt Sean’s cock in my asshole sliding in and out, as I slid out and into Mark’s asshole.

My breathing intensified and so did Marks. Then I felt Sean’s breathing on my back as he leaned down on top of me to get more leverage. I was fucking Mark’s hole at a pretty fast clip and Sean was holding onto my hips like he was riding a horse bareback. He started to be more forceful in his thrusts as he was slamming his pile driver into my hole as fast as I was laying my pipe into Mark. My orgasm was starting to build in my feet and legs, I could feel my hole starting to grip Sean’s cock, and then my cock started to grow thicker and more rigid in Mark’s hole. I was getting closer and closer, and I could see Mark with his eyes closed smiling. I knew I was going to shoot soon so I wrapped my fingers around Mark’s cock, and jacked him as I started to fuck him even faster. I felt Sean readjust his grip on my waist and I was just writhing between the hole and the cock. I felt my own balls tighten, and I screamed, “I’m going to blow,” as I started shooting my load into Mark’s warm tight ass. He started to cum in my hand from me jacking him off. Sean was starting to moan too and he was slapping his balls into my ass and then I felt him push in and hold. I could feel his cock pulse in my ass as he shot his baby batter into my poop chute.

I stayed balls deep into Mark as his cock softened in my hand, and Sean was still pumping man juice into my hole. We stayed in place for about thirty seconds, as everyone’s cock finished its unleashing. Sean got off me first, and I pulled out of Mark. Mark held his hand up covered with his spooge. I nodded toward the bathroom and the three of us stumbled naked into the shower trying not to dribble. I turned the water on and we soaped each other down and got ‘cleanish.’ I exited the shower first and got towels for each of us. We got dried off and headed back to the bedroom. Mark asked if they could stay, and I nodded, “sure.” I crawled into the center of the bed and Mark was on my right and Sean on my left. I leaned over and turned off the nightstand lamp and the room fell quiet in the darkness. I felt Sean reach over and hold Mark’s hand. I kissed Mark and then I turned and kissed Sean. The next thing I know, I was out cold. The sun came through the window, and I felt two heads on one arm and the other arm free. Mark had moved in the night over to Sean’s side, and they were cuddling and I was facing Sean’s back. I looked over and smiled. They made a cute couple, with Sean’s longer body covering Mark and holding him securely around the waist. Mark looked peaceful in Sean’s arms, and while I was a little sad that I wasn’t getting cuddled, it was nice to wake up to someone in the bed with me. Or someones.

I wrestled my hand out from under the two of them, and let them sleep. I grabbed sweats and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. About twenty minutes later, I heard them rustle about, the smell of coffee rousing them. “Morning,” they each said as they walked into the dining room area, their hair all wild from the night’s antics. I smiled, “good morning you two. How did you sleep?” They smiled at me and each said, “great. This was fun.” I nodded. “Would you like some coffee?” I asked. They both nodded. I got two more cups down and poured them each one. We sat down at the table and I could still feel Sean’s cock in my hole. Mark looked over at me when he sat down and said, “you have a big cock there cubemate.” I nodded and blushed. “So does your boyfriend, as I found out,” I said back to him. Sean smiled. “You know, we haven’t made anything official yet,” Sean said to me. I shrugged and said, “well, you make a cute couple. Put a ring on it, or I don’t know, at least one of those twisty bread ties!” We laughed, but it was also a little awkward. Mark said into his cup, “it’s just hard to know where you are in this sometimes. I mean, I love Sean, but I’m supposed to be getting ready to leave.” Sean dropped his cup and said, “you love me?” Mark shrugged and said, “well of course silly. I spend almost every night with you even when you are gaming with your friends.” Sean took a sip of his coffee. “Well, uh, I love you too,” he muttered. Mark said, “what, I can’t hear you from across the table?” Sean put down his mug and orated, “I. Love. You. Too. Shithead.” Mark laughed, and Sean blushed. I then piped up, “I now pronounce you, shithead and shithead.” We all laughed.

They finished getting dressed, and headed out about thirty minutes after the mock wedding, both of their heads with hair standing up in all directions. Their drive home of shame, but together at least. I washed up and wetted down my hair. I figured I’d go for a run and then shower after. My room smelled of them, and the sex we had. I didn’t want to clean the room up, but thought I should before leaving for my trip next week. I stripped the bed and put the sheets in the washer. I would run it later, but at least get it started. I sprayed the room with fabreze, but that only mixed the smells, so I opened a window to let a cross breeze in. I got my shoes on and headed out the door. In front of my door I lifted a leg to stretch, and the other one. I looked across the parking lot and my neighbor had a dresser in the back of his pick up truck. I walked over as he was unlatching the tailgate. “Whatcha got there,” I asked. He turned around and said, “oh, it’s you. Hi there. I found a dresser on craigslist.” I laughed, “I’m surprised you didn’t get murdered! There were recent reports of crime involving postings online.” He shook his head no and said, ‘nobody would fuck with me. I am tougher than I look.”

I looked him over. He seemed tough enough, and wiry. His jeans were tight, and I could see the outline of a cock to the right of his zipper. He caught me staring at his crotch and then adjusted his pants to pull the fabric back and show off he cock a little more. I smiled and said, “you need a hand?” He turned to me and whispered, “with what?” I whispered back, “with whatever you want help with.” He smirked and said, “the old lady is home so I gotta be cool, but I’d appreciate you carrying the dresser up with me.” I nodded and moved over to the tailgate. He climbed up and shuffled the dresser over to the edge. “It’s pretty light, but bulky,” he said. I nodded and grabbed the base. “He said, “let me push it down at an angle toward you and you grab the top of it as it comes down.” I nodded and slid my hands up the side, as he lowered it down to me. When the top arched toward my hands I said, “got it.” He squatted down in front of me to climb out of the truck and I saw his cock and balls all bunched into his crotch and it looked very full. He leaned over, “it’s a mouthful, don’t you worry. The wife hates sucking it though. Hurts her jaw. So, I am always looking for a little side action.” He grinned at me. I said, “well, I’m just across the way, we’ll have to check and see if I can do any better with it than she can.” He laughed, “I am down with trying. Let’s get this chest up the stairs for now, before my cock crawls out of these jeans.” I looked down and he was getting hard. His cock now fighting to spring up along the seam of his jean’s leg. As he stepped down to scoot the dresser out, I brushed my hand against it. It felt warm and thick against my palm, and he stopped and let me feel him up a bit before saying, “let’s get this in before I shoot my load right here.” I laughed, “can’t blame me for testing out the merchandise.” He turned to me and said, “I don’t want you to get arrested for shoplifting!” I smiled and nodded, and I moved back to the top of the dresser.

He picked up the dresser from the middle as I lifted from the top and we pulled the dresser almost all the way off the truck. He stopped and then regrabbed the bottom edge of the dresser and we walked back together away from the tailgate. He said, “let me walk backwards, you just keep pushing.” I smiled and said, “oh I’m good at that.” He said, “I bet you are. Come on now.” He walked backwards toward the steps as I kept pace with him walking the dresser forward between us. I said, “stairs,” and he nodded. We walked up slowly, and when we got to the second floor he said, “now straight back to the door on the left.” I nodded and we proceeded again. He leaned the dresser on his leg when we got to the door and opened it. He yelled in, “I got a neighbor to help with the dresser. We’re coming through.” We entered the apartment. I smelled cigarette smoke, and I saw a woman in a t shirt watching TV on a couch as we walked in. I nodded and said, “hi,” and she didn’t even look up.

We walked back to their bedroom and he said, “just let me set my end down, and then I’ll have you bring your end up to me.” I nodded and we did just that. He guided the side down as we turned the dresser right side up. He pointed to a bare wall and we shuffled the dresser over there and centered it between the windows. I wanted to say something, but didn’t. He came over near me and grabbed my crotch, and kissed me on the mouth as quiet as he could be. I grabbed his crotch and felt his cock still hard and thick in his jeans. He stepped back and said loudly, “that looks great, thanks for the help.” I nodded and said, “sure anytime. I’d better get back to my Sunday.” I grabbed his ass silently as we left the room and I sprinted out their door and shut it behind me.
 
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Chapter 26

I headed down the stairs and started jogging toward the street to the office. I turned the other direction and started jogging away from the apartment towards the park. My cock was hard and bouncing along, but getting softer with each block. I had gone about a mile, when I felt my phone ring in my pocket. It was my mother. On a Sunday morning. I saw the time it was already 2:00. I picked up. “Hi Mom, how are you doing?” She said,”hi dear. I hadn’t heard from you and we just got home from church so I thought I would check in. How’s the summer job going?” I replied, “it is going well. I am getting to go on a business trip next week. We’ll go to DC and meet with some government folks.” I didn’t want to explain about the trips overseas. My parents didn’t travel much so that would have been weird. I don’t know if I didn't tell them much about me to begin with. Law school was just school and DC was already exotic enough.

“That’s nice dear. Have you met a nice girl there?” I grimaced a bit. I hadn’t yet told them I was gay, and like the trips to the UK and Japan, I wasn’t sure I needed to just yet. I said, “no, they keep me pretty busy at the office. I have a plant there that isn’t doing so well, so I’m not sure that bodes well for me meeting anyone and keeping them around.” I thought about the last few days, with the neighbor, with Sean and Mark, and the gloryhole at work. I had met a lot of people, just nobody really ‘available’ to date. And the dates with Nathan and the football looking guy with the penguins were a bit disastrous. Mom said, “Well, you know, you can’t just go through life alone. You need company. Some days are tough, and it’s good to be able to just talk through it with someone else.” I nodded. I thought about Sean and Mark. Sean really helped keep Mark sane through all the Jeremy nonsense. I was fine on my own right now, but I could use some advice on the whole law firm craziness.

“You’re right, Mom, I’m sure that it would be good to have some companionship. But I’m only here for a few more weeks, and then I will be back at school. It’s not a forever situation, so I don’t want to get tied down.” She laughed, “it’s never a forever situation dear. You have to work at staying together. Your father and I still do after thirty years.” I laughed, “well, you make it look easy,” I said. She said, “it’s not though. Anyway, I’ll let you go, it sounds like you are outside.” I said, ‘yeah, I was on a run. There are cars on the street nearby.” She closed with, “that’s okay darling. Just take care of yourself. We love you.” I replied, “Love you too,” and I hung up. It was sweet of her to call and be worried. I was a bit worried about myself as well. I had gone from no sex, to sex about every day. It was great, but at some point there had to be a point to all of it. I loved the excitement of a new cock. The neighbor was my next conquest. Unless I met someone else first. I didn’t want to settle, but I didn’t want to be older, alone, and cruising the steam room like George or Alvaro, looking for some youth in a hard cock.

I got home from the run after another mile or so, and got undressed. I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. The three towels from last night were on the floor- a reminder of the three way I had. I picked them up and added them to the washing machine and started it. I streaked back to the bathroom and started the shower. I had one clean towel left. After I got out, I put on some clean sweats and turned on the TV. I didn’t have anything to do today and I was just going to chill. I needed to start planning my clothes for the trip and I pulled out a pad of paper to make a list. I needed six days of clothes, and my phone charger. I needed an international plug. I ordered one on Amazon. I also started looking at the hotel location and what was nearby. There wasn’t much in the way of gay bars, but I saw they had a sauna nearby. I flagged it and a couple of adult bookstores that I could try out. It was hard to tell what the schedule was going to be. At some point I drifted off to sleep, and the washer buzzed, waking me. I put the sheets in the dryer and started a load of darks so that I would have some clothes for the week. The rest of the evening was pretty calm. I was thinking about the neighbor and that cock of his. Soon, man, I’d love to get on that soon.

I had leftover tacos for dinner and then headed to bed early, with clean sheets on the bed. I closed the window that I had opened this morning, and then I set the alarm, and drifted off to sleep. Monday came quickly, and I was up, and out the door before 6:30. I walked to the office, and got settled in around 7. Todd wasn’t there, and Jason’s door was shut. So, I checked email, and made a plan to follow up on some of the open filings on which we were waiting to hear back from the government. I had to wait for a more reasonable hour to call though. I reviewed my notes, and stopped by the admin’s desk to ask about the travel stuff. I admitted, “it’s my first trip. How do the tickets and everything work?” She smiled, “everything is prepaid. You should have a corporate credit card for the rest.” I looked at her panicked and said, “no, I don’t. What do you mean?” She was surprised. “Let me see what we can do to put a rush on one,” she said, and she picked up the phone. About three hours later she swung by my desk and said, “I got it figured out. The bank is sending one over to us by courier. You’ll have it Thursday at the latest.” I exhaled, “thank you SO much,” I said. She smiled, “no problem, it’s always like that here. Thanks for checking on it though. It wouldn’t have happened if we had started it tomorrow.” I nodded.

Todd emailed in the afternoon. He and Jason were at an offsite meeting with the new client and wouldn’t be in today. I wrote back, “no problem. Just getting ready for the trip. I called the government reps for the UK and for DC and confirmed the filings. “We’d have them by the end of the week,” they said. Which week, I wasn’t sure yet. I made a list of outstanding items, and sent it to Jason and Todd and copied Alvaro. I hadn’t seen much of him either. Maybe he was lurking in the steam room. My cock jumped at that thought. I looked over at my gym bag. It was time for me to partake as well. I headed to the elevator, and down to the basement. The gym was closed for cleaning. And the bathroom was also barricaded for cleaning. Double cock blocked! I was frustrated, but only a little. I headed back to the lobby and decided to go find something to eat. I went down to the salad place and got a chicken caesar. I ate there since there wasn’t anyone to watch when I returned. It was nice to have a little freedom. I think it would have been nice if I had some of this loose leash earlier. Ah well.

I got back around 1:30 and there was a note on my computer from Alvaro, “see me.” I walked over and Manny was on the phone. He waved me in, and I knocked on Alvaro’s door. He was deep in thought reading over something, and didn’t look up for a minute. I waited in the doorway for what seemed like an eternity and he finally said, “come in.” I entered, and stood in the middle of the room as he continued to read. “Go ahead and sit, I’m going to be a few minutes more,” he said without looking up. I sat down and waited. After about five minutes he closed the paper he was reading and looked up. “Sorry to keep you waiting, but I needed to finish that before my call at 2. I wanted to check and see if you needed anything since the guys are out gallivanting without you.” I smiled, “no I’m fine. THey are rushing a credit card for the travel on Saturday and I have checked with the government reps we are meeting and they have confirmed the outstanding documents we are still waiting on. Everything seems to be in order.”

He nodded, “well good,” he said. “I will mention that they may be delayed in arriving in London. They had to change their flights to accommodate this other client. We decided not to put you on this matter as we needed you to track this case in particular. If anything arises, day or night, please call my cell.” He handed me a post-it with a number on it. I nodded. “I don’t expect anything to come up, and I’m keeping you copied on everything I am sending to Todd and Jasoon.” I put the paper in my wallet. He nodded, “very well. I don’t want you to feel abandoned, but things are getting hectic here. We may need to keep you longer than the summer if this keeps up.” I nodded, “thanks sir, the vote of confidence is reassuring.” He looked seriously at me and said, “no really. It’s been unusually busy here this last couple of weeks.” I nodded. He turned to another stack of papers. I took that as my cue and stood up. “Thank you sir,” I said, and I left. He was already onto the next document to read.

I walked back to my desk. This is how the noose is placed around your neck I thought. They dangle the prospect of future employment. I already fell into the clothing trap, standing on the stool in the room. But, how do they kick the stool out from under me? I was aware that I was being groomed in a way. But was it a bad way. I had gone from ignored to scrutinized, to solicited, and now I was heading toward trapped. But, I’m not sure what was next. I knew I needed to be on my game. I came back to my desk and checked a few emails. There was a response from an Edward Smith from the IRS confirming our meeting and providing some logistical details. I printed it out and added it to the DC file. I took the advice to heart about not relying on email. I didn’t have a company phone either, and who knew what the work computer travel situation would be.

Tuesday and Wednesday went about the same as Monday had. On Thursday, Todd was at his desk when I walked in at 7. “Good morning stranger,” I said. I was thinking ‘stranger danger’ in the back of my mind. “Good morning John,” he said. “Everything alright,” he asked. “Yes it is,” I replied, “we’re all set for the UK trip and I think the DC trip as well.” He nodded and said, “okay. Sounds great. I think we are catching a later flight, are you okay on your own?” I nodded, “sure. It’s not my first international trip.” It was my second, and the first had been with a college group to Canada, but I had not lied. Todd nodded and said, “okay, well, let me get back to this other thing.” I nodded and walked over to my desk and turned on the computer.

I got an email from the admin with instructions to pick up the travel card from the security folks in the vault. Great, Nathan’s office. I headed down and buzzed myself in. Nathan wasn’t there that day, and another guy helped me out. “Here’s your card sir,” he said. I wasn’t yet comfortable with being a sir, well, outside the bedroom. I wasn’t opposed to a little role play, but not at the office. “Thank you,” I replied, and adjusted my cock as I contemplated how long it had been since I had role played the whole cop at a traffic light with a guy who was speeding sex scenario. It had been a couple of days since I had gotten laid, and the gym was still closed downstairs all week. I headed back to my desk. Todd wasn’t there and Jason’s door was open. I walked by and he was on the phone, so I didn’t linger. I figure I was old hat to them now, so it was better to let sleeping dogs lie. Besides, I didn’t want to go back being under a microscope with them either.

I looked down at my watch and it was already 3:15 so I decided to head back home and drive over to the tailor’s shop for my appointment with Terrance. I picked up my bag and headed out. I thanked the admin on my way out and let her know I had gotten the card. I then rode the elevator to the lobby and walked toward the front door. The rent a cop was there already, and I said hello. He smiled and waved, as I headed out the door. I headed back to my apartment, and walked up the parking lot. The pick up truck wasn’t there and my cock jumped at the thought of that man’s cock from the dresser adventure Sunday. I got into my car and headed over to the tailor shop. Terrance was finishing up with another guy, as I walked in. “Oh yes, Mr. Richmond. I remember you,” as he stared down toward my cock. I shifted my weight and kicked a leg out to show it off toward him. He smiled. “We are ready for you. Just give me a second to finish up with this gentleman.” I looked at his other customer. A distinguished guy with a salt and pepper beard. I had to wonder if the pubes were still black, or did they have a bit of grey. Did he get the same treatment I had? Regardless, the beard headed out and Terrance beckoned me back through the velvet to the dressing area. Or undressing area. There was another young guy there, not Brandon. Terrance said, “this is Robert. He’ll be helping you today. Brandon is off work today.”

I nodded and shook his hand. They were soft, very soft. And I could imaging them around my cock. I said, “should I get undressed now?” Terrance smiled and said, “sure, let us get your clothes and we’ll be right back.” I nodded and started unbuttoning my shirt as he and Robert left the room. A couple of minutes later Robert came back alone with a short rack of clothes. I was in my boxers already and my cock had woken up, remembering the last time we were here. I stood up on the little stage and my cock was pointing toward the wall in my boxers. I decided to give Terrance a little show as I stretched and flexed my muscles, and then put my hand on my boxers to the side of my cock to pull the fabric tight against the shaft. I could see the outline of my cockhead in the mirror and figured Terrance could too. I then shook my cock in the fabric, like I was starting to jack off. Robert showed up next to me with a pair of slacks and a shirt. He stared at my cock. “Would you like my help with the pants?” He asked. I smiled and said, “sure, I’m all yours.”

He set the pants down on a chair and folded the jacket on top of them, and proceeded to take my cock out of the fly and start sucking it immediately. It was better than Brandon by a long shot. I got hard almost immediately as his lips slid past my head. I rubbed his hair as he worked it slowly and in full display of the mirror in front of us. I heard ruffling in the next room, and then I heard some rhythmic shuffle, and I figured Terrance was jacking his cock to the show in front of him. I heard a loud “Oh god” from beyond the wall and the quiet footsteps away. I guess he had shot quickly. Robert pulled my cock back into the fly and angled it upward. “I’ll come back for that in a minute, but let’s try a few things on and make sure they fit.” I nodded. For the next ten minutes I put on and took off clothes, and everything was in order. As I would take something off, Robert would hang it up and put it into suit bags. He was super efficient.

After the last of the new clothes was packaged he turned back to me and caressed my cock through the fly in my boxers. It had gotten soft in the midst of the costume changes, but the softness of his hands started to rush the flow of blood back into my member and cause it to thicken and straighten. His hands were magical. “What would you like,” he asked. I thought about it, and said, “your cock.” He shook his head no, “we don’t do that. Terrance likes to keep some mystery and thinks it avoids the police shutting us down as being a brothel you know.” I nodded. I took his hand out of my fly and said, “thanks, your hands are amazing. But, I’m going to just head out now.” He nodded and said, “very well. Your clothes are ready here.” I picked up the suit bags by the hangers, and headed back through the velvet to the front door. Terrance was there greeting another guy who was in his twenties and I thought, Robert has his work cut out for him here. I didn’t want to get into the midst of that drama. I asked Terrance if there was anything else and he replied, “no sir, have a good day.” I nodded and said “likewise,” as Robert opened the door for me, and then hurried back through the doorway.
 
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Chapter 27

I headed to the car, and put the suits across the back seat. I drove back to the apartment and saw the pick up truck parked where it normally was. My cock jumped in my slacks as I thought about my neighbor's bulge. I parked my car and got the suits out of the back seat, and headed to my door. I looked over and I didn’t see him around. I was tempted to knock on his door and ask to borrow a cup of sugar or something. That sounded crazy, but who knew. Robert’s blow job had been nice, but I needed to shoot, and after the three-way this weekend, my cock demanded more attention than a furtive suck in the changing room. I hung up the suits in my closet, and then changed out of my work clothes. I decided I wasn’t going back to the office tonight. I was less worried about their opinion of my work ethic now. I pulled on some sweatpants and a shirt, and then walked back into the kitchen and got a glass of water. I looked out my living room window and saw my neighbor out in the parking lot near his truck with his wife, or woman or what have you. They were talking and then she got into the truck and drove off. He was on the sidewalk looking my way. I decided to go outside and see what was up.

I opened my door and walked outside. He was standing there in sweatshorts and a tank top undershirt. His chest was furry and sticking out around the collar, and his underarm fur was on full display, with a full bush peeking out from his pits. I could almost taste them as I walked over to him. “Hey, d’you lose your ride?” He laughed, “yeah, for the evening. The old lady is playing bingo at the church. She left me to my own devices,” he said, staring me down. I smirked, “sounds like we might get some mouse time in while the cat’s away?” I asked. He nodded, “definitely looks like iit. I need to wait a bit in case she comes back, but why don’t you come over and have a beer?” I said,” great, sounds perfect to me. I could use one.” I followed his ass up the stairs and into his place. He said, “don’t mind the place, she’s not much for cleaning.” I nodded, and we stepped over some clothes and headed to his balcony. He opened the sliding door and I stepped outside and sat in a lawn chair. He joined me with two beers in hand and pulled up a chair next to me, and put the beers on a little side table between us.

“Bottom’s up,” he said as we took a first swig. “That’s the way I like em,” I said. “Bottoms up.” He laughed, “me too. And plenty of lube.” I laughed, “yeah, that too. I don’t enjoy a dry fuck.” He shook his head. “Nope, you need some slide for the ride.” I laughed, and took a deep breath. It was nice to have an evening to just hang out. He turned to me and asked, “so what about you, you gotta main squeeze or something?” I shrugged. “More like the ‘or something.’ I am playing the field this summer I guess, not getting tied down. I’m only here for a couple more weeks, so no sense trying to get something going when I need to head back to school in a bit.” He nodded, “yeah, just get the dick wet occasionally and keep on trucking.” I nodded. Yeah, I am probably a long haul trucker the way I have been playing this.

“So what about you?” I asked. “Are you married?” He shook his head no. “She’s just the current piece I’ve been laying. I got out of prison a year ago and I have been working construction since. I met her about six months ago, and she can’t get enough of the cock, but her daddy thinks I’m no good. So, she has been living two lives. Swinging off my cock some days and going to church others to keep her daddy happy. Me, I’m just happy to get my dick wet, but I like a little man ass on the side from time to time too. He looked down at my cock. I looked over at his and it was pulling up his shorts and to the right. I could see his balls sliding out the leg hole that his cock was creating. “You thinking about getting into my man ass this evening,” I teased him. He shrugged, “if it presents itself to me then I wouldn’t mind giving it a little dick massage.” I chuckled and asked, “so when do the games begin?” He said, “well, it’s a little after five now. She’s at her daddy’s house eating supper. Bingo is at seven. My thought is if she’s going, she’ll be out til ten. But, if she eats and comes back, she’ll be home by six forty five.” I said, “well, we could get in a little early fun, and then I could get out of your hair. She don’t look like she misses many meals.”

He laughed so hard he spit up some of his beer. “No, she does like a good plate of food. But that means more cushion for the pushin’ as they say.” I thought about the football player’s ass at work. That was some mighty fine cushioning there. I nodded and said, “well, when you got a big johnson, you need some extra to handle all the length.” He said, “damn right. I think you need some extra too, given what I see over there.” My cock was pointing straight up in my sweats, and I shrugged. “It’s got a mind of its own. And a dirty one at that.” He laughed again. He stood up and his cock was pointing to the right in his shorts. “You wannanother beer?” I nodded and started to get up. He said,” I’ll git it. You just sit.” I felt his cock up as he passed by, and he grabbed mine. We played for a minute and then he said, “let’s just wait a minute or two. If she aint back by five thirty, we’ll get our fuck on.” I nodded and let go of his massive pecker in his shorts. It had to be bigger than my nine inches. Ten or more, who knew?

All I knew is that I wanted it down my throat as soon as I could. He came back with two more beers and his cock had softened in his shorts a little. He leaned over me to put the beers down, and I opened my mouth and leaned into his shorts and grabbed his cock with my mouth through the fabric. I blew hot air on it, and it jumped in my mouth. He stayed bent over me for a good couple of minutes, and I grabbed his waist and continued to blow hot air into his shorts, working the shaft down to the base. “Fuck,” he said, “you are tempting me hard.” He pulled back and his cock was back at full mast. I could see the outline of that massive cockhead through the fabric and a wet spot forming where his precum was collecting. “You’re going to get me to cum before I even get my britches off.” I laughed, “I’m trying, but you know we could fix that by taking em off now.” He smirked, “it’s 5:20 now. Give it a few more minutes, and we’ll head back inside.” I pouted, “oh kay. I guess I can wait.” He said, “I'm not sure I can,” he pointed down at his crotch and there was a bigger wet spot forming. He sat down and started beer number two.

Without the sex talk I didn’t know what to say. He didn’t either. We just sat in silence outside listening to the cicadas in the background as the sun was casting long shadows. The breeze occasionally blew past us and the trees in front of us rustled. I finally asked, “so what was prison like?” He took a deep breath. “It was boring,” he said. “I found myself focused on staying out of people’s way. Everybody had an angle. If they were talking to you they wanted something. The key was to figure out what it was sooner rather than later. The only good that came out of my time inside was that I learned to forgive and forget. I don’t carry anything with me anymore. No hate, no grudges. Just let it go. The ones that were inside with me were there sometimes because they couldn’t let shit go. Every slight was the start of some argument or fight. What I realized is the little shit doesn’t matter. Just stay on your own path.” I nodded.

“Did you get much man ass?” He laughed. “Some. More than you would think. And from tough guys you’d think would rather beat your ass then let you fuck theirs. But nobody was there looking for love. It was like you were on a bad vacation, and so the times you were getting your cock on were like a distraction, not the main thing.” I nodded. I could relate. “Do you know what your main thing is now?” I asked. He shook his head no. “I had been trying to get by for so long inside, that when I got out, I didn’t know how to get back to the main thing. The old lady has been good for me. She puts up with my shit. And she does give me a reason to come home. And of course, having a hot neighbor guy across the street with an ass that won’t quit.” He grinned my way. I smiled. “Well, your cock could stop traffic, and I am hoping to get into that traffic jam soon!” I joked. “I’d love to jam your sweet little hiney my man,” he responded back to me in kind. I looked at my watch and turned to him. “It’s 5:35, are we ready to play?” I asked. He put his hands on his knees and stood up. “Yep, let’s gitter done.” I followed him back inside.

As we were standing in the living room, he saw his truck pull in. “Shit, she’s back. Fuck. You’re gonna have to git. Go out the back around to the other side so she don’t see you. I left his apartment quickly, and scampered around the other side of the building with my half hard on showing as I traipsed by. From the other corner I saw her coming up the steps. When she was out of view, I calmly walked down the other stairs, swinging my cock from side to side. What could I do? I walked down the parking lot and cut back around to the back of my building and then around to the front where I let myself back into my place. I was two beers in with a hard on and no prospect of relief.

When I got inside I headed straight for the bathroom to pee. I think that was part of the enduring erection situation. I then turned on the TV and started watching a movie that was on. I turned on my Grindr app but all of the guys were farther away than walking distance to me. I shut it off amidst a flurry of ‘looking now?’ messages. I had the rest of the tacos from the weekend before and then took out the trash. I saw the truck was gone again, but I decided that scene was too much drama even though the cock looked good. I did think about how he described prison- everyone with an angle, nobody could be trusted. That’s what the law firm felt like to me. I needed to be focused on myself and my main thing. But I didn’t know what that was right then. After an hour of half watching the TV and getting sleepy from the beer, I got up turned everything off and headed to bed. I set the alarm and turned off the rest of the lights and crawled under the covers.

I woke up the next morning a little sleepy but fine. I made coffee and got ready. I decided to drive in since it was my last day in the office before I flew out to the UK. So fancy, I thought. International man of mystery. Except not really a mystery, and not sure I was quite a man. Certainly from the waist down I was. But the neck up was a little sketchy yet. I saved the good clothes for the trip and wore my khakis that I had washed too many times this summer and a navy blazer. It was going to be hot, but I would likely not experience too much of the outside between now and sundown. I did pack my gym bag and head into the office. I was early, like 6:45, and there was nobody else around. I set my stuff down and opened my email on the computer. Surprisingly, no emails yet. It was as if the firm took their foot off the gas for me. I wasn’t sure if I should be worried or not. I strolled by Manny’s desk at 7:15 and he was just getting in. I asked if I could pose a question to him. He nodded but whispered, “make it quick. Alvaro is downstairs pulling in.” I nodded. “When the firm was grooming you to come on full time, did they go from eighty miles an hour to nothing right before?” He shook his head no, “I was getting more and more work. That’s weird. I am surprised they haven’t loaded you down with the other case.” I shrugged my shoulders, “maybe they are waiting until after the trip?” He shrugged his shoulders too. “Dunno, you better scoot,” he said. I whispered, “thanks,” and headed back to my world.

My phone was ringing as I got back to my desk. “Mr. Richmond, this is Eli from the client's London office. We are expecting you presently.” I took a deep breath and said, “yes, sir. I will be flying in on Sunday, and I believe my colleagues are arriving on a later flight. I look forward to meeting you and your team in person on Monday.” The smooth British accent said, “will we see your whole team on Monday?” I took a deep breath and paused for a second. “I’m not sure what their schedule is right now. It is early yet on Friday morning here, so I will try to confirm, but may not be able to give a definitive answer before your workday ends.” I exhaled with my hand over the receiver. “I see,” he said slowly, “well, we look forward to hosting you and we are so pleased that you have so expertly taken charge of this issue for us.” I replied, “we are happy to do so, and honored that you have graced us with your business.” I realized it was starting to sound too flowery but I wasn’t sure what to say exactly. He ended the call with a “Cheers” and I ended with a solid “goodbye.” I didn’t know what Todd’s schedule was, nor Jason’s. I headed over to the admin who had helped me with my reservations and asked. She said, “oh no, they had to cancel.” I nodded and said, “yes, but they were to rebook weren’t they?” She shook her head no. “There is no reservation for London for them or anyone else. Just you.” I nodded. And my breath was caught in my throat. I thanked her and stepped back to my chair and sat. I was taken aback.

I read through the state statutory provisions for 508 (summer interns), and it did say that a barred attorney needed to be present for all legal proceedings. I called the state bar office and asked if that provision included international. The voice on the line said that he wasn’t sure, but expected that it would. Any hearing that would require a lawyer, would require one with a 508 present. I thanked them for their time and hung up. I didn’t know who to trust in our office to ask, and it was a little bit odd both for me to be asking and for the issue to even have arisen. I got another call from a man named Barty, Bartholomew. “I’ll be your local counsel while you are here Mr. Richmond.” I said, “that is wonderful to hear. Thank you. I’ll meet you on Monday I expect.” He said, “yes, I hear you are flying over solo.” I exhaled and said, “yes, I am. Leaving tomorrow and getting in the following morning. Should be fine.” He said, “well, here’s my mobile in case you need- otherwise safe travels. I look forward to our working together.” I said, “Cheers,” this time and so did he, as we both hung up.
 
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mg_man said:
I may have missed it but I’d love a description of John. Height, build, maybe the celeb he looks most like.
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I don't know that I gave much of a description of him...In part because the story is from his point of view....I see him as a 24 yo, decent shape, lightly muscled guy, with a 9" cock, and a shapely ass. I guess I'd say brown hair, brown eyes, and likes his nipples played with....versatile in bed, but coming into his own.
 
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Chapter 28

I called my career counseling office back at school next. The student answering the phone took a message about my 508 questions and promised to have someone get back in touch with me. I decided I would make one last call. I found the local city bar association and called their “help” line for the public. I got referred to an attorney in another part of the city with his own solo practice. I left for lunch early at 11:15 and gave him a call from the sidewalk outside the office. I didn’t want anyone to overhear me. He picked up and I quickly explained the situation. He said, in the UK and Japan, there is no ability for a US attorney to be practicing, so you would be more of a business advisor. However, for the DC case, one of those jackasses better show.” I laughed and said, “thank you so much. That’s a relief off my mind.” I headed over and got some Mexican take out and headed back to the office. I could eat Mexican everyday I thought, and probably turn into beans and rice myself. Especially with those short men with tight asses bringing my food around. My cock twitched in my pants, always ready.

When I got back to my desk, my phone rang. It was the school telling me the same thing that the bar referral did. Fine. I made a memo to file and drafted my conversations of the morning into it and saved it as I finished my lunch. Then printed a copy for my travel records in case there was a question. The accountant for the law firm who was in charge of managing the billing for the UK matter came by and mentioned that we would be closing out the month while I was gone. “Could you enter your time in now?” they asked. I nodded and said sure. I then logged in and added the travel hours and an estimated ten hours per day. Then submitted it. I emailed the accountants to let them know, and got a fast ‘thank you’ reply. Then I went into the system and printed out my time keeping as I had been doing every other week since I started. I knew they would adjust my hours but I could at least show what I submitted.

The odd thing about that day was that I didn’t hear from anyone. I went by Manny’s desk and Alvaro’s door was shut and he was at lunch himself. I went by Jason’s office, and the door was shut, and Todd still had not shown up. It was an odd ghost town. After lunchtime, I decided I would go explore the basement and get my last taste of American cock before I left to fly over to the “other side of the pond.” I grabbed my gym bag and headed toward the basement. I was also going to work out for once. I changed clothes in the locker room and headed back to the treadmills. I ran a bit, and then lifted a couple of sets for each muscle group, both chest and arms, and then ass and legs. After a sort of real workout, I headed back to the locker room, and disrobed. I grabbed my towel and then headed to the steam room. I walked in and sat down on the lower level. There was one guy sitting on the upper level. He was older, and a little paunchy. He didn’t spread his knees and I didn’t get a vibe that he was into the ‘scene’ as it were. I closed my eyes and stretched my arms up and then out to the sides. I twisted my core back and forth, then put my hands on my thighs and opened my eyes again. The paunch got up and stepped down. His towel sort of flew open and I saw his belly and some fur around his cock, but not really much of anything before he retied the towel around his waist. He nodded and left. I nodded back.

The steam room was vacant and calm, and warm. A womb of sorts. I felt calmer after a couple of minutes as the stress of the floors above melted away, almost literally. I realized that this life- this fancy clothes, fast car, big law kind of life was its own trap. The pressure to perform, then the pressure to win, to pressure to keep up, the pressure to outdo others. I was feeling it, and I was losing my own sense of drive and my own sense of direction. What did I want, where did I want to go? London is going to be nice I think. I hoped so. But, I am a freaking summer intern. I don’t know what the story is here. Is it prison? Is it an opportunity? Is it a pie eating contest? Have I won the contest yet? What is the ultimate prize, the main thing? A divorce in and hanging by a thread for the second one? Being alone, gay, and graying? Chasing dick in the shadows for a little relief until the cock won’t crow anymore? It was a weird moment for me, I was at a turning point. And I decided to signal and get off the highway before the road dead ended. Where, I didn’t not know. But not here.

I got up and retied my own towel, and left. The rush of cool air around me was jarring. A rebirth of sort, but no spanking my ass to get me to cry. I showered, and then redressed. I returned to my office with a new sense of purpose, to tie things up and move on. I looked at my calendar online. The last day of the internship was August 14th. That was independence day for me. I looked at the case on my desk with new eyes. I had two flights, a train ride, three hearings, approximately eight or nine client meetings, and the paperwork for all of it. The hearing filings were completed, and the strategy documents ready. I was prepared. I didn’t need to worry. Yes, it felt like I was sweating underneath a bright spotlight, but I just needed to step onto the stage and sing. I let the “oh my gods” go, and stopped worrying. My mind was focused on one thing. Doing this well, and then moving on. This was not my main thing, and like my neighbor I would focus on my path, and getting out of my own prison. My cock stirred in my pants. I don’t think he was quite on board though. I took a deep breath and said, “you have had enough action for a bit. I’m going to let you rest for a few days while I get the big head deciding instead of you, my fine little head,” I said to myself, talking man to man with my dick. I took a deep breath and looked around. Everyone was milling about and trying to close up all their Friday tasks. I had nothing else to do for the day. I thought about leaving, but that would be insensitive. Or would it? I had stuff to get ready before my flight tomorrow eve.

My phone in my pocket started to buzz. I stood up and reached in to answer. It was Mr. Jacob’s office number. I answered it as I headed toward the front door to take the call. “Hello John, I hope this call finds you well.” I smiled, “yes sir, it is going well, thank you. What’s going on today?” He chuckled, “you are probably still at your summer office, so I will be brief. I was able to get a two year grant from the federal government to study the international corporate taxation regimes and I was wondering if you wanted to lead the effort back at school as a TA. The salary won’t be much, but it’s better than the few dollars an hour you would get as a standard TA. It would supplement your studies, and I could leverage your experience from this summer and you would get another solid bullet on an already impressive resume.” I didn’t even have to think about it, “that would be great, sir. I accept the offer.” He said, “you don’t even want to know the terms?” I shook my head no and said, “I trust you, and we’ll talk more as the paperwork is finalized.” Mr Jacobs said, “very well then, I appreciate your trust in me. You are a good man John. Before I go, the grant requires federal supervision on site, so there will be an IRS official detailed to us for the time. They call it a TDY, I call it government overreach!” I laughed, “well, I don’t want to bite the hand that feeds us. Besides, this could be a good start for the university to build a tax policy center,” I said. He said, “you may be right. Let’s keep an open mind about it. Well, I’ll look forward to seeing you back on our hallowed grounds in a few weeks. Goodbye.” I said goodbye and hung up. I had my next step, the work I would do after my own sort of white collar prison.

I looked at my desk and packed up the folders I would need for my trip. I carted them over to the elevator and down to my car. I didn’t want to forget them. I then headed back up to the vault. I used the card key which still worked, and let myself in. I saw Nathan there and waved. He looked at me quizzically and waved back. He wasn’t a bad guy, just a bit misguided. I could let that shit go, as I had learned from my neighbor. I rifled through the boxes that were still there where I had left them and pulled out key documents I would need for the case. I made copies and then returned them to their files, and then reorganized the boxes with their labels facing out so that someone else (the next stooge) could figure out what the structure was. I took my copies and put them into another folder, and then headed out of the tax room. As I passed by Nathan’s desk I leaned over and said, “thank you for your help this summer. I know we didn’t click personally, but we did professionally, and I just wanted to express my gratitude.” I shook his hand and looked into his eyes and not southward. He nodded and said, “you are welcome. You were the best tax tenant we have ever had. You were organized and you left the space clean and didn’t ask or demand anything from us. You never raised your voice, and you treated us like we were part of the team. So, thank you,” he said. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I turned and walked away. The first of many loose ends to be tied.

I returned to my office and asked Todd’s admin if he was coming in today. She shook her head, “no sir. He is scheduled out of the office for London.” I nodded and said, thank you. I looked back at Jason’s door still closed. I decided that I would take my last folder with me, and then go. I checked email. Nothing further. I decided I would also pack up the computer in case anything came up before my flight. I took one final scan around my cube and realized it was set. I was ready to leave the office. For my flight, but also for forever. Or at least a long while. I told Todd’s admin that I was going to work from home and then headed out the door with gym bag, and computer bag, like a pack mule. I got into the elevator and headed down to the lobby, and then out to my car. I added the one folder to the others and dropped the bags in the backseat and headed back home. At 3:30 in the afternoon no less! I decided that I needed to do something different to celebrate my new sense of freedom.

I was at home with daylight and energy to spare. I looked around and started to think about what I needed to pack to take with me back to school. I didn’t bring much, so I didn’t have much to pack up. This apartment was furnished, so I looked around and thought, I’ll just make sure it’s all set. I started to go through the cabinets and closets to make sure things were organized and tidy. I put cleaner in the toilet and straightened up my bedroom. I put a load of laundry in and started it, and then got out my suitcase to start packing. There was a knock on the door. I opened it and there was a police officer standing in the doorway. “Sir, what can I do for you?” He said, “do you know an Alvin Brooks, he’s one of your neighbors?” I said, “no sir, I’m just subletting this summer while on school break. What’s this about?” He nodded, “there’s a warrant out for his arrest now, and we understood you may know him.” I told the officer, “I don’t really know anyone. My summer job has been pretty busy for me.” He pulled out a picture and I saw my neighbor with the big cock’s face on the mug shot. “This is him,” the officer said. I then nodded. “He lives across the lot from me,” I said, “he has a pick up truck, but I haven’t seen it in a while. He has a girlfriend and I helped him with moving a dresser up the stairs the other day. But I don't really know him, sir.” He nodded and said, “thank you. Here’s my card if you think of anything else.” I took it and said, “certainly sir.” He turned and walked back to his police cruiser. I shut the door. So Alvin was his name. I only knew him by the size of that cock. I could still see it jutting out from his sweatshorts. My cock started to grow in my pants.

There were so many traps in my life here. The firm, evidently the neighbor, the tailor. I didn’t ask about what the warrant was for. It was enough to know that I probably escaped a messy criminal situation by being cockblocked by the girlfriend. I was really ready to move on from this crazy summer life. I suppose the next loose end to be tied was the neighbor. That big cock of his was quite a loose end. I was disappointed that I never did get to see it unfurled, but there were other cocks in the sea as it were. I was getting horny though. My sex routine had been interrupted and I was feeling a little frisky now. I got undressed and headed into the bedroom. I started to rub my cock through my boxers as I grabbed my computer. I found some porn videos to watch and started to jack off. I would be back to this routine in a few weeks once I got back to school. It felt odd for my hand to be the one getting my cock hard. I was so used to finding other stimulation this past few weeks. I was horny, but not really looking to cum either. I guess I was bored, and using sex as a diversion from the stress of the day job. I stopped jacking off and turned off the computer. I got up and moved the wash to the dryer. I don’t know what I really wanted in a man. I was like the kid in the proverbial candy store. That cock looks good, oh that cock looks good. Which one to go down on next?

I returned to the packing for the trip to London, and the trip back to school. I made a list of the tasks I would need to do once I got back from the Phineas Bogg tour. I got the package from Amazon opened and put the international battery charger in the bag. I wasn’t sure what I would need. I figured I would buy whatever I needed. I called my bank and let them know my travel plans so my bank cards would still work. I put the folders from work in a briefcase and then set it near the bag. I put the new fancy suits in, and then underwear, socks, and tshirts. I was going to buy shoes and new ties, but at this point, I was fine with my old shoes and the ties I had on hand. This trip, these trips, would be my swan song at the firm, so I was less worried about the first impression, and more about making sure I did well by the client for my own reputation. I was nervous yet, there was a lot riding on this for the client, and really for me, as I was going over without supervision, and really without a net. I took a deep breath and just kept packing and planning. I stopped and ate an egg sandwich, as I didn’t have much food in the fridge and didn’t want to go out. I just needed to get my head right. I ignored the Grindr messages that started about 6 pm, after the horny guys were getting off work and looking to get off on someone else. I went to bed early, and just fell asleep with my cock hard and unloved for the moment.
 
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Honestly, i'm worried for John. Client meeting, overseas, unsupervised? Whatever happens, I hope John gets the last laugh.
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He'll be fine... I did want to up the drama, because after twenty some chapters of sex at home, it was time to take his show on the road...
 
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Chapter 29

I awoke the day of my flight with a raging hardon. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around my cock and began to stroke up and down. I was still half asleep and I imagined the neighbor and his cock. We were in a prison cell together and he was straddling me in the bed, facefucking me. The old springs rusty squeaking in rhythm. Other cells squeaking to their own rhythms. A symphony of man sex I could imagine his balls hitting my chin as he shoved that thick piece of meat down my throat. Getting thicker and longer and harder with every push. Then another memory. Sean in my ass, as I was in Mark, that cute boyish ass of his, tight around my pecker, gripping my cock while Sean’s meat stick was pounding my ass, his balls slapping against my leg. Then the next scene was the work steam room and George sitting there with his cock out tempting me with it. It was all a blurry slide show of cocks and asses, and tongues and cum. I was stroking my cock faster now as the images played back in my mind. The sight of Nathan’s bulge, Carlos and the curved cock in the stairwell. The black rent a cop with the pecker so long and thick I could barely get it in my mouth. My balls tightened and I started shooting cum on my chest, my chin, the back of the bed frame. I kept shooting everywhere, a couple of shots on my cheek, and a pool on my stomach. I let go of my shaft still jumping up and down from the orgasm. I carefully got up and walked slowly to the bathroom trying not to drip. I wiped off and then returned to the room to get the one spot on the bed frame too. Man that was explosive. Sadly, my cock was still hard. I needed a real man ass. But, today was my flight and I needed to get the big head back in charge.

I got to the airport early, and checked in. I milled about for a while looking at shops and trying to plan for food. They would feed us on the plane I thought. But, I would get some snacks or something before. I got to the end of the international gates and there was a men’s room off to the side. I saw a guy in uniform walk in. He must have been a pilot. I followed. There were a row of urinals and no dividers. This was weird. I stepped up to a urinal that was a two down from him so there was a urinal between us and I unzipped. My cock was soft and I cajoled it out of my underwear. I pulled back my arms and let my cock freely sway in the open air. I casually looked over and he was pissing with his hands on his hips like “look at me.” And I did. The cock was soft and thick. A big head was shooting out yellow liquid, and he was gently swishing his cock from side to side. I was being blatant staring at it and I felt my cock growing outward and upward. His own stream was subsiding and he glanced over at my cock now half hard and pointing straight out. His cock started to respond. I watched his head throb and his shaft lengthen. His head was starting to rise up to greet mine, and the shaft had a nice curve upward. I could suck on that for a while. He looked around and there were stalls but people in them. After a minute or two more, we were both rock hard, and he winked at me as he forced his own cock back into his tight slacks. I nodded and put mine back in, pointing downward as best I could. His was protruding in his slacks that curve forcing his zipper to the side. As he strolled by me he passed his hand over my bulge and I rubbed that curve through his slacks too. Damn, it was electric. I was sorry I didn’t get a chance to swallow that piece of man meat and feel him jizz down my throat.

My flight was called to board and I got into line. I had an aisle seat and about halfway back in the plane. The plane took off and we were starting to smell dinner being prepared. I got out some nuts and water, and snacked while we waited. As the food and drink carts rumbled through the aisle I was getting hungrier. The first steward said, “chicken or beef.” I said chicken, then I looked up at the second steward. It was the curved cock from the restroom urinal. I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. I asked for a coke, and he gave me a whole can. I mouthed thank you, and he nodded and moved on. After the meal, the movie droned on in the headphones of the other passengers, and the cabin lights turned off to simulate night. I couldn’t sleep and I needed to pee so I headed back to the lavatory. I passed by the stewards, and my guy, the curved cock, asked me if everything was ok. I rubbed my hands across my dick and said, bathroom. I continued down and he got up and followed. He stepped into the side cubby where they made the coffee and I stepped into the handicapped lavatory on the end. It was a little bigger and he joined me a second later. His zipper came down and I swallowed that head, that bulbous head and his shaft grew out of his crotch and upward into my mouth. He got hard quickly, that curve of his shaft pointing into my willing throat. He started thrusting into my mouth faster and faster. As his cock was rubbing up against my tongue I could feel the skin on his cock get taut with the cum building in his balls. He put his hand on my head, and then shoved his cock all the way in my mouth, my lips hitting his zipper and fabric. I felt the shaft pulse as warm thick liquid pooled in the back of my throat. He didn’t make a sound, but pulled out and wiped off his cock and returned it to his slacks and zipped up around it. He opened the door and slipped out quickly.

I locked the door back so that I could actually pee. I didn’t get even fully hard with that speedy blow job and I was able to pee and get back to my seat without being noticed. I tried to nap but I couldn’t really drift off. About two hours later the curved cock guy appeared at my chair and gave me another full can of coke. He put a finger to his lips as if to say be quiet, don’t let them know, and he gave me three packages of nuts. Seemed like a fair trade for joining the mile high club. My seatmate was snoring with a mask over his eyes. I crunched my nuts quietly and watched the movie on the screen in front of me. My seatmate was dreaming I guess, and he started to shift in his seat. I looked down and his cock was visible through the linen pants he was wearing. It wasn’t big, but it was definitely getting hard. He moved his hand over it, like he was trying to jack off. I watched him for a while as I was half watching the movie. I was tempted to help him out, but then he drifted off and was motionless again. The cock started to subside and slink back into the folds of the linen.

Another couple of hours or so and the cabin lights were re lit, and they were making coffee. I could smell the brewing and then the announcement said we were getting ready to land in about an hour. There was a beverage service and then we were on the ground. After the usual maelstrom of overhead bags and people stepping over each other to get to the lavatory, we deplaned. The steward with the curved cock winked at me as I walked by and I smiled back at him. I got my bags and headed to the hotel in a cab. It was pricey, but I got the receipt and figured it would get paid. I was tired and groggy, and tried to figure out what to do. I checked into the hotel and took a nap for two hours. That was all I would allow myself. Then I got up feeling worse, and drank a bottle of water that was in the room for me. It was probably a 10 dollar bottle. Again, the client or someone would pay. I had the corporate travel card with me, and I kept my receipts.

I consulted my notes on the area around the hotel. There was a couple of adult bookstores and a sauna three “tube” stops away. I decided that I would get out and walk around the neighborhood and then figure out a plan for dinner. There was a kabob shop on the corner and I returned there at about 6 for a takeout dinner. The turkish guys were in t-shirts, their olive skins and hairy arms looking so virile. I couldn’t see their legs because the counter was too high so I imagined hairy thick thighs, and asses bulging out of jeans, and cocks swinging ready to make me their bitch. I was getting hard at my own fantasy. The guy who was waiting on me, handed me a bag and I handed them a 20 pound note and took the change and the receipt. Back to the hotel and some telly before bed. After I ate, I reviewed my notes. There was a client meeting at 10 am tomorrow over in their offices a couple of tube stops away. Then the regulator hearing on Wednesday at 9:30 am. Then a follow up discussion with the client on Friday at 11 am. Then back on the plane Saturday am to return to the States. I unpacked my bags and hung up the suits. I opened the international charger and plugged my phone in. I set the alarm for 6. Then, I turned off the lights, crawling into bed. The jet lag had done me in at 7:30 in the evening.

The next morning I woke up with the alarm and actually felt pretty good. I got showered and put on sweats and headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast. I got a coffee and a scone and headed back to my room to get ready for the client meeting. I unpacked the suits from their bags, and started to look at the options. I would start with navy today and a white shirt. I had a navy and red tie that would be okay I thought. I started to regret the decision not to upgrade the ties. Then I saw inside the jacket of the suit a nice diagonal stripe tie with a note from Terrance. “You didn’t ask, but we thought you might need. T.” It seemed adequate payment for the shows I put on for him with Brandon and Robert. Those mouths were amazing and I paused for a moment to recall their warmth and wetness. I put the nicer tie on and finished dressing.

I gathered my notes for the strategy discussions and a notebook and a handful of pens and put them in my briefcase. I put the rest of the documents in the hotel safe like I was locking up the crown jewels. I was in a way. But, it was more because I didn’t know what to do with them. I headed out to the ‘lift’ and down to the lobby again. I stopped at the Concierge and asked about how best to get from the hotel over to the client's office building and they gave me detailed directions in that charming British accent. I had to focus on the map in front of us so that I didn’t get distracted by his charming lilt. I took the map and thanked him, and then said, “cheers” as I departed. I was so international now! The pace of everyone walking toward the tube station was abrupt to me. The rush and the hub bub was more than what I expected. I got down to the station and the next train approached. I had two stops and then I needed to exit. I was glad to have the map and directions even if I looked the part of a well dressed tourist.

I got on the train and it was packed. I had my briefcase on my hip, and a hand on an overhead strap. I had my wallet and phone in my right pocket with my other hand protecting them. The train started jostling down the track. I felt another hand against my leg. As we jostled it moved toward my zipper, and then felt my crotch. It zeroed in on my cock and began to massage it. My cock of course responded by thickening and straightening to the touch. I looked around and couldn’t identify the culprit among the eight or so people around me. It had to be one of the three guys in front of me, but each was staring off in their own direction. My cock was now half hard and I felt a finger enter my now open zipper. The finger met my underwear fabric and started digging around for my shaft. The train stopped at my station, and I let go of the strap, and then shooed the finger out of my pants, and rezipped. My wallet and phone untouched, and my briefcase still zipped up, I departed the subway car and headed to the exit.

I was walking up the stairs to the entrance of the subway with my cock half hard and awkwardly pointing off to the left in the new slacks. Fortunately I wore briefs today and they were doing their best to hold my manmeat in place, but I was sporting some girth and the pants were advertising it as I walked down the street. As I stopped at the traffic light and looked around, I noticed a small sign that said “sauna,” and I realized that this was the sex club on the internet I had found. Man, that was going to be convenient I thought. I crossed the street and walked down a couple of blocks more until I found the building address. It was an older brick building and had large formal doorways. The exterior doors were wooden and carved with vines and such, and I pulled open the one, and strode in.

I checked my watch. It was 9:30, so it was really too early to arrive. I saw a coffee stand and ordered an espresso. There were high top tables scattered around where I could stand and sip. It was like every office building I guess. People in suits walking quickly. I watched the guys especially, with their hair cuts, shorter and spikier than mine. I saw glasses with thicker frames and everyone on their mobiles talking fast and walking fast. It was so much. I checked my own phone. No messages, and no emails. It was early in the morning though back at home. The UK started hours before the US. I finished the little cup of thick black power juice and headed toward their lift. The company was on the 9th floor and the large elevator with several people slowly rose up floor after floor. The door opened and the people all poured out. I found the glass doors of the client’s office and checked my watch. 9:55, a respectable time to arrive. I greeted the receptionist who directed me to sit in a leather chair on the wall and wait for the legal team to fetch me.
 
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