Big Cock Big Law

[davekcmo]

Chapter 30

I saw a tall guy walk up to reception, very thin, with a pronounced aquiline nose, slicked back salt and pepper hair, and tan skin, darker than anyone else in the office. I was reminded of Lyrch from the Addams family, except this man was striking in a more dynamic way. He had a strong jaw, and a pointed chin. Everything seemed angular to him, and I had to wonder about his cock. I saw his fingers, long and bony as he was gesturing, and I thought, if the cock is proportional I’d put it in my mouth and it would come out my ass! He turned to me as the receptionist directed him my way and a hand was extended, “Good morning, I am Bartholomew, but you can call me Barty.” I stood up and met his hand, “Good morning, John Richmond. Pleasure to meet.” We shook hands, and his were very soft. He hadn’t done a day of work in his life that involved muscles. “Let’s head back to the conference room.” I nodded and we were off. He had an odd gait, like the Monty Python men of silly walks might. What also struck me is that he had almost no ass to speak of, as if the legs just descended straight from his belly button. His arms were very long, and his shoulders square and narrow. He was like a human missile. I was still hung up on his love missile though. With these proportions it would have to be 10 inches long and like 2 inches around. Like getting fucked by a pencil.

We entered a conference room with a long table, enough to seat thirty people and there was a cluster of ten or so at one end. The older gentleman at the helm was saying that “we were on mute,” as Barty and I walked in. I shook hands with everyone and it was a rush of names. I thought, I’ll need a roster for this call. Then the gentleman turned to Barty and said, “ready?” Barty nodded and the phone came off mute. “Hello Alvaro,” the gentleman said, “we have your man here, Mr. Richmond. All is well. Shall we begin?” I heard a familiar booming voice through the speaker, “Good, hello there John, settling in okay?” I croaked out an “I’m fine sir, no problems at all.” The rest of the meeting was Alvaro and Barty tag teaming to explain to the client what “our” strategy was going to be, as if they were reading off of my memos. They were in fact, and it was all a bit of theater, each posturing to seem the smartest. There were a couple of questions that the client had, but the two alphas were quick to answer, so I was taking notes, and flagging any open issues I might need to dig into later. The call ended, and that was it. The gentleman thanked me for coming in, and looked forward to my presence at the hearing on Wednesday. Barty would be leading of course, and Alvaro would be dialed in again. I nodded and said, “certainly, however you want to handle this. I’m just your humble servant,” I said. They smiled as if they already knew.

I left the conference room with Barty following to escort me out. He walked me to the elevator and said, “we’ll likely need to go over some details before Wednesday’s hearing.” I nodded. “How about a curry tomorrow, say 7 or so?” he asked. I said, “that would be great.” We shook hands, those very soft hands, like veal, and I nodded and was off. I didn’t have much to do, and in fact Alvaro was driving from home. I was literally the pretty American face. It was a bit disconcerting to realize my whole role was as a prop. I walked out of the building and thought about the sauna, and decided against it for now. I figured the guys I would want to see there were still in suits making deals, not loitering about on a weekday before lunch. I headed back to the hotel to change into more comfortable clothes.

I took the much less crowded subway at 11 am, and headed back to the hotel. I changed out of the good clothes, and back into jeans and a polo for the rest of the day. I checked my email from work, as I had brought my laptop in, and Alvaro had sent me a note explaining that he and Barty were old friends and that he would be someone I could rely on while I was there. My new overseer, I guess. He also mentioned something curious. He said, “Barty was a bit of a cad in his younger days, and not to get taken in by his charms. He had led many a young attorney into temptations of the flesh.” I replied to Alvaro and said, “Thank you for the vote of confidence and I will stay careful about Barty outside of the work arena.” I sent it, and then wondered what Barty would say of Alvaro if pressed. I had curry tomorrow evening to find out.

I was now intrigued with what to do in London. I didn’t have any responsibilities now. I had dinner tomorrow, a hearing on Wednesday, and a follow up meeting on Friday. I also realized that the reason Todd and Jason were not here is that this wasn’t that big a deal to the firm,and that I was enough of an American face to the client. I felt bad for the client though. It was not fair to have been promised an American legal team and get a summer intern. So, in my new mindset, I was thinking about how I could maximize this for me. I decided to get out and explore London. I waited until after 2 pm, as I wanted to catch any early emails that might come in, then I headed back to the subway. London awaited me.

I went to the V&A, the Eye, and then Westminster Abbey. I found a coffee shop and watched people in Soho, then I headed back toward the hotel. It was about 5:30 and the business people were leaving for the day. I swung by an adult movie store, and headed for the back. I paid 10 pounds and then entered a dark back room that smelled of urine and disappointment. I saw nobody under the age of seventy and while I’m not agist, a wrinkled cock with grey pubes wasn’t on my bingo card for this evening. I wandered out and back to the hotel. It was hectic on the streets and everyone was rushing to get out of the city. I returned to my room and thought, there’s going to be something better at some point I hope. I was actually tired from the touristy activities. I opened up my email and there wasn’t any new email, so I did some searches for gay things to do in London near me. There wasn’t much, other than the movie store and the sauna near the client office. I decided to stay in and eat at the hotel. It was fine, but I could probably do better tomorrow. I was also still a little jet lagged from the flight. I checked my email before bed and there was an acknowledgment from Alvaro and nothing from Todd and Jason. Was I dead to them? Did it matter?

The next day I went over to Harrods, and I bought a fancy tea cup and some tea for the admin who had helped me with my travel. I didn’t know what to do with her, because the real ask was some silk from Japan. I decided the tea cup would have to do for now. It was nice, and expensive to me. I got a t shirt for me, and a set of tea towels for Mark and Sean. I figured I’d find something better for all of them in Tokyo. I didn’t really know how to do this travel thing for work, and because my role was to be American, I was sort of out of place. I headed back to the hotel and checked my email. There was one from Alvaro about one of the filings we made to the UK tax authorities. He was concerned that the information was incorrect. I read through it carefully and noted that it was correct, and explained why. I stuck around the hotel room waiting for a reply. At about 4 London time, Alvaro said, okay, and that was it.

I headed off to the curry house Barty had suggested for dinner, and walked into a small restaurant full of spicy smells. Barty was sitting in the corner, and waved me over. I said, “hello, and sat down.” He said, “it’s been a long day for you, how about a beer?” I said, “no, I’d better not, I’ll just have a chai.” We ordered and I got to know him a bit. “You know, Alvaro and I were in law school together,” he mused. “Really,” I said, “I did not know. Is that why you are our local counsel?” He nodded, “that and the fact that I am brilliant.” I smiled and nodded. The food came and he ordered a second beer. “Are you sure you don’t want one?” he asked. “I’m quite sure, but thank you for your kindness,” I replied. He was getting a little bit more relaxed and his hands found their way to my knees. We continued to chat. After beer number three, he leaned over to tell me something, and his hand slid up my thigh toward my cock. I was too nervous to pay attention. I didn’t know what his deal was. He whispered, “Alvaro and I have a bet,” he slurred, “over who is going to get to crawl into that sweet ass of yours first.” He has a head start on me as you and he have already had some steam room carnality.” He then pressed his long fingers into my thigh and started heading inward toward my cock. I shifted back. “He mentioned all that he did?” I asked. “Yes, and he said you were hung like a racehorse. I am more of an ass man myself, but I can appreciate a worthy male specimen.” His words were getting more and more slurred and the specimen sounded like he was Sylvester from the Bugs Bunny cartoons. Suffering succotash, I thought, and chuckled to myself.

He leaned over, and tried again to get a handful of my cock. I shifted my leg at the last minute and his hand slid down to my hip, as he fell forward out of his chair and then caught himself on my chair. He whispered, “damn, I almost had you that time.” I helped him back up and the waiter came over and asked if everything was okay. I said fine, and Barty ordered another beer. The waiter looked at me and I quickly shook my head no to him. He nodded and walked away. “So where were we,” Barty slurred at me. I looked at him and thought, you have to be on your game tomorrow. I said, “I’m getting a little tired, could we call it a night, so I can get some sleep before our meeting.” He pouted. “We were just getting to know one another,” as the hand slid up my leg again. I put my hand on his when it got to my mid thigh to stop the stretch. “Yes, and we have time this week to get better acquainted and maybe I’ll be more in form then.” He nodded and said, “where’s that beer?” The waiter had disappeared.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom to pee. There were two urinals, and I was in the far one close to the wall. A minute later Barty stumbled in and saddled up next to mine. He unzipped and I saw a seven inch soft flesh rocket fall out of his slacks. I looked over and he said, “pretty nice isn’t it? Would look great stuck between your meaty bum there.” He looked over at my behind. I flashed my cock, which was starting to thicken from the attention. He said, “blimey, you have your own mighty prick. We should find a bottom and rock his world together.” I laughed and shook off the pee from my cock. I looked over and he was hardening too. It was easily nine or ten inches, but as I had predicted, thinner. Not pencil thin, but I was thicker and a little shorter than him. A tag team would be the right bottom’s dream come true, I have to admit. I zipped up and washed my hands while he was still half peeing and half flashing. I returned to the table, and the waiter walked by. “Could we have the bill?” I asked. He nodded. Barty came out a minute later and sat close to me. He whispered, “after you left this real hottie came in and I gave him a little flash. He got hard right there. We could still take him back to your place and have a little fun?” I smiled, “no, I’m going to turn in alone.”

The bill came and Barty said, “oh I have this. You are a hoot there, Mr. Richmond.” I nodded and exhaled, “so are you Barty.” We headed out of the restaurant, and he offered to take me back to the hotel. “You’re driving home?” I asked. It’ll be fine, he said. He grabbed my ass hard with those long fingers, and said, “it’s very tempting, your bum. I’m very much interested in getting to know it better.” I smiled and said, “good night,” gently removing his hand from my ass. I walked back to the tube and found my way back to the hotel. I could not sleep however, when I got in. The chai must have been strong. I checked email again, and there were some additional notes from Alvaro and Barty about various questions and strategies. Barty said that he was meeting me for dinner and we would discuss then. We hadn’t and Alvaro reminded me in another email to beware of Barty. I thought about Barty’s story of the bet for my ass. I was going to say something about it, but shied away. I did some yoga in the room to stretch and then forced myself to go to bed. It was 9:30 and I was worried that I would oversleep if I went out. After a couple of hours of British TV, I fell asleep.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 31

I was up early, and after a couple of days on UK time, I was starting to feel rested when I got up. I changed into gym clothes and headed downstairs to the hotel workout room. It was small and there were only a couple of treadmills and a universal. I entered and there was one other guy in there. I worked out and we kept bumping into each other. He was heavyset, and balding. Not really attractive, but a pleasant enough guy. American as I found out. We both talked a bit, and then I finished a mini workout, and headed back to my room to get ready. No real sexual tension and sometimes that was okay. Better in fact, as I was trying to stay focused. Today was the big show.

I headed back up to the room to shower and get ready. I started to soap up my chest and cock, and I had a flash of Barty’s cock from last night stuck in my mind. It was so long even when soft, and I thought about his bet with Alvaro; I tried to imagine that fuckstick in my ass, and I started to get hard. The soap kept rinsing off and so I switched to hair conditioner to get slick a little longer as I jacked off, thinking about that long ass pecker and how far up my ass it would go. I took a finger and stuck it in my own asshole while I was jacking off. It had been a day or so since the subway train ride where I got felt up, and I was hoping to get some uncut British cock while I was here. I started to wiggle my finger in and out of my hole, and the thought of Sean fucking me while I was fucking Mark rushed into my mind as I stroked my cock faster and faster, and then finger fucked my own ass, remembering Sean’s cock and Mark’s ass. I started to get very hard and my asshole puckered around my finger, and I knew the flashback from that recent three way was doing it for me. I could see that purple head of his massive cock sliding through the gloryhole, then feel it in my asshole, then my cock sliding in and out of Mark’s tight asshole at the same time, and the pace and the sweat and the heat, and the power of the thrusting. It was all rushing in my head and then I felt my body lift off the ground as the cum started shooting all over the shower. My asshole was shaking around my finger and I took it out, as my cock violently shot hot cream everywhere. I was lightheaded after that cum, and I had to put my hands out against the shower wall to steady myself. I was breathing heavy and the warm water was cradling me as I came down from that massive cum. I was now ready to go into the hearing.

I had to wash up again, and then, turned off the shower. I got out and toweled off. Then I picked the navy suit and there was another tie enclosed. I’m sure the firm paid for Terrance’s kindness, but it was appreciated all the same. I got dressed and started to think through the issues for the hearing. It wasn’t going to be that difficult as Barty was doing most of the talking. I hoped he was okay, he had drank a lot the night before. I was glad I had stayed with chai. I reviewed my notes, and brought the other folder with the paper receipts of filings I had taken from the vault before. I figured they might be useful. I was standing in front of the mirror and realized my hair needed to be cut, but there was no time now. I would take care of that later. Instead I slicked it back with some paste and tried to style it back. I ended up looking like a younger Barty, so in the end, I went with a messier modified version, and decided it would have to do.
I left and took a taxi to the tax office. I arrived about twenty minutes early, and I waited in the main floor lobby. I saw Barty rush in and say, “ready?” I nodded and he breezed into an elevator and we rode up together. We were alone and he asked, “did you meet anyone after we departed?” I shook my head no. He said, “pity, you are a handsome man. What I wouldn’t do to that ass of yours.” The elevator opened. I smiled and exited the lift. He then breezed past me to be the first in the door. I didn’t care about the posturing. We arrived and sat with the clients who were already there. I looked over at Barty who seemed tired this morning, his eyes looked like he didn’t head straight to bed after the curry. I focused on my notes, and what the regulators were saying. The discussion followed the basic pattern that I had expected. It was fine. Toward the end of the meeting though, they asked something that I had not yet anticipated. They asked if we were preserving the fraud claim, and Barty said no, that we were not. I turned and whispered, “we should. He brushed me off and whispered back, “we’d handle it with the firm separately.” I cleared my throat. “Excuse me sir, I believe we should preserve the fraud claim on behalf of our client. Recent case law indicates that without the preservation of the claim, the matter cannot be later litigated and this would carry over to any subsequent litigation.” Barty kicked me under the table. I kept going. “Our client has some interest in ensuring that the root cause of this matter is identified and rectified, so, I would have to disagree with my colleague on this matter.” Barty glared at me, and then turned to explain my impudence to the client. The regulators turned to the older gentleman who was clearly in charge of the client office, and asked what he would like to do. Barty was telling him to ignore me, but he looked at Barty, the sunken eyes, and the wrinkles on his face, and then me with the fresh faced look of a good night’s sleep and said, “we would prefer to preserve the fraud defense, thank you.” The regulators said, “very well. Moving on.” The rest of the hearing was a blur to me. I know that I would be hearing from Alvaro, and the likelihood of getting Barty’s dick out of his pants probably was close to zero now. But I had done what I thought was right, regardless of the consequences.

After the hearing was over, Barty jumped up and left the hearing immediately without me, without saying anything to the clients. I went over and shook hands, and told them that I had appreciated their trust in me. They thanked me for coming and for speaking up on their behalf. We were scheduled to meet on Friday to plan next steps, and I told them I looked forward to that discussion. I wondered if Alvaro would be on. I wondered if I had done right by him. I was also starting to feel a little icky about him as well. The bet with Barty really being the big question for me. I left the government office and headed back to the hotel. I changed clothes and looked at my watch. It was early morning yet in the States. Should I call? Probably.

I dialed Alvaro’s number. Manny picked up. “Hi there, Manny, is Alvaro around?” He said, “yes, he’s waiting for your call. Hold on.” I waited a few seconds and Alvaro picked up. “Well, Mr. Richmond, you have certainly stepped out in grand fashion.” I took a deep breath. “Yes sir, I did. I was worried about the loss of their litigation option.” He said, “yes, it’s fine. Barty just got his nose out of joint because you showed him up. He’s not big on sharing the stage. I hear he has taken a shine to you though?” I think he was wondering if he still had a bet to win. “We had dinner last night to talk about the case. I was a good boy,” remembering that I had already blown Alvaro in the steam room of the office basement gym, so I couldn’t really play coy with him.

“Good to hear, best to stay focused on the work.” I nodded. “Yes sir, I did. I hope I didn’t disappoint you.” He laughed, “oh no, it was the best story I had heard come out of that building in a long while. You were fine. I’ll talk to Barty and hopefully calm him down.” I exhaled, “sounds good sir. I’ll be back in the office this weekend. We’ll have DC to handle next week.” He said, “yes, you’ll likely go down with Todd. Jason has the new matter, and he’s up to his eyeballs.” I said, “okay, sounds good. I had better go, this is probably an expensive call.” He said, “don’t worry about that. Just relax and enjoy the rest of your trip. We’ll be in touch.” He then hung up and I felt better.

The next day I didn’t have any work commitments, so I took the train to Greenwich and learned all about the great English tradition of timekeeping and how it allowed the British navy to conquer the world. That was fascinating. I got back in time for dinner and I found a Thai place near the tube stop at the client’s office and got some drunken noodles. I was headed back to the tube when I passed the sauna and thought, should I? It was 8:30 or so in the evening. Not a really great time, but I wasn’t going to be out late enough to get the really horny crowd from the clubs. I crossed the street and entered. I paid 20 pounds to get in and was given a locker key. It was dark in the hallway toward the changing area but I felt my way through and found my locker soon enough. An older guy with salt and pepper hair that was cut short and spiked walked up beside me and leaned over to open his locker, next to mine. I felt his towel hit my leg, and I looked down to see a massive uncut schlong waving at me as he was rummaging looking for his underwear.

I said, “nice cock,” and he nodded, “you should have seen it about twenty minutes ago,” he replied. I looked at it, and it was all soft now, with a foreskin that hung over the tip about a half an inch. It looked like it was tucked in bed for the night. “Sorry I missed it,” I said, as I dropped my underwear and showed off my own nine incher halfway hard and growing. He looked down and said, “I would certainly give you a show for a chance at that piece of meat, but alas, we are done for the evening.” He looked down and gestured to his still very soft, very sleepy cock. I nodded and rubbed his shoulder. He rubbed my back and we had an odd embrace for a moment. As we separated, my cock was rock hard, and his was stiffening. He turned to me and said, “it’s trying to wake up, but it is plainly knackered.” I smiled and put the towel around me and closed my locker door and headed off into the darkness.

I walked around for a while, but nothing was really striking my fancy. The hot guys were already partnered up, and the ones that were looking were not my thing. It was an older crowd for the most part. I found a room that was a little darker than even the hallways. I entered and there were some leather harnesses and a wall mounted set of leather cuffs for full restraint. I saw a leather swing in a corner, and a few guys loitering around looking to dance. I saw one that just struck me. He was tallish, maybe an inch shorter than me, and was bald with a goatee. He had a nice furry chest, and was just standing there, checking me out. I walked over and tweaked his nipple. He opened his towel at me but kept it shielded from the neighbors. I held my towel with one hand and felt down his crotch. It was an odd shaped dick. Thick, but short, and a slight curve up. Uncut, but with a tight foreskin that accented his head. I felt his ball sack and the hair around it was copious. It was a jungle of sorts. I stooped down and put his nipple in my mouth. It was a big areola for a guy, and the nipples stood out. I started to nibble, and jack his cock at the same time.

He took his hand and pushed my head down toward is cock. I took it in and started to suck him off. He gave up the modesty and put his towel around his neck. I was busy working his cock when four other hairy legs showed up next to his with their towels. I let go of my towel and put it around my neck as well. I sucked on this guy’s cock and felt up the other two guys next to him. The left hand was holding a smaller cock, with shaved balls. The right hand held the other guy however, it was easily five inches soft and starting to grow in my hand. I started to lick the first guys ballsack with all that hair. I was certain that my teeth would be perfectly flossed after this blow job. I returned to his shaft and there was already a hand on it. So, I turned to my right hand and the bigger of the cocks and started bobbing up and down on his shaft. His towel came off and we were a foursome of sorts, me kneeling on the tile, and the three of them feeding me their cocks. I turned to the shorter guy and his cock was hard already and the smooth ballsack was more pleasant to suck as I didn’t get hairs tickling my chin.

After a while, I stood up and they saw my own man pole, sticking up and calling them. The first guy knelt down and starting to blow me, but I was getting a lot of teeth from him. The other two I just jacked while the first guy struggled. After a minute, I pulled him up and proceeded to jack him too. The longer guy didn’t really get hard, it just was long and spongy. I decided to turn to the shorter man who was hard, and started fingering his hole as I jacked him off. He started to thrust into my hands, and he leaned over and kissed me. He tasted of mint, and the tongue was rough and masculine. I started to really passionately snog him, and his cock got harder and harder. I knew he was close, so I shoved my finger in a little further and he backed away from my mouth and gasped as he came. His cock shot all over my hands and ropes of cum hit the other two guys who were jacking next to us. His body shook for a minute and then he whispered, “thanks.” I nodded, and pulled back. One hand was sticky with cum the other with ass. It was time to wash up before the next round. I headed back to the hallway, my erection bouncing up and down in front of me as I walked with my towel still around my neck.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 32

I heard showers running and I headed that way. My cock started to wane and was now pointing downward, but still half hard. I was still garnering some attention as I passed by. I found a row of sinks in front of the showers where four guys were post coital showering, their cocks like mine still plump from the previous blood flow. I washed my hands, and got the cum and ass off of it, smelling to make sure. I wiped them off with my towel and wandered around a little more. I was in a TV area with porn on and guys sitting on couches and some jacking off. I didn’t see anything exciting there, I was looking for fun, and this was rather like a man cave without the beer. I left and continued around. I found a room with a couple of partitions to break up the space. The partitions didn’t block off areas as much as shape the flow of traffic into rows or such. There were lights that created pools of brighter and darker areas. As I wandered in, I saw a man who was maybe an inch taller than me. But at least fifty pounds of muscle more. He was balding, with curly brown hair. He had a rugged face, strong jaw, and goatee. His arms were thick and beefy, easily 23” around or more. With defined bulging shoulders and forearms too. His pecs were furry and his nipples were pointing straight out. His stomach was flat and rippled, and the towel was jutting out from his cock, showing off a massive bulge.

I saw him and he saw me. There was a moment of staring at each other, and no indication of whether there was a connection, just electricity in the air. My cock jumped up lifting my towel, tattling on my own interest. He didn’t move, but I saw his cock flick his towel up as well, a flag to flag signal of sorts. I took a few steps over, and then there were a group of several guys in towels, walking by single file. A virtual traffic jam of towels and cocks, each stopping to check out him first, then stopping to check me out. I smiled a little as I tried to swim upstream with the salmon, and their hands gliding over my chest and ass. I made it over to the other side, and he said, “red rover, red rover, send the big cock over.” I laughed and he cracked a smile. I reached up and tweaked his nipple, already erect, and as I pinched, he closed his eyes and said, “ah.” I leaned over and licked it, then pinched, then licked, then bit it. When my teeth made contact, he gave me another, “ah.” This time deeper and more gluttoral. Animalistic.

His big hands reached around to my back, and pulled me into his chest. I felt his cock through his towel on my stomach, this protruding lump, and I reached around to his back, and let one of my hands slide down over his towel onto his ass. It was surprisingly small and tight, for how big his chest was. The back was more than a V, a W perhaps? He rippled with muscles and fur, everywhere, and I could feel his ass muscles flex under my hands, tempting me to explore further. I continued to work his nipple with my mouth and teeth, teasing him, and then rubbing and massaging those globes of his cheeks under his towel, my cock hardening in the process. I felt my towel loosen and stood up and took mine off and put it around my neck. I then pulled at his tuck and his towel also opened. It was the most magical moment of sex with strangers, the great unveiling. You have an idea of what the cock might look like under the folds of fabric, but you never know until it’s released into the wild. And his reveal did not disappoint. It wasn’t huge, but it was easily five inches, but thick, like a beer can. Uncut, but a pronounced head, with the foreskin retreating as his interest in me grew. He was pointing outward and it was facing my belly button as he put his towel around his neck. I looked up, as he was rubbing my shoulders, and I leaned in.

Our lips met, softy at first, like an accident, but then his mouth opened up and that tongue of his, strong and muscular like the rest of him began to explore my mouth. I reached down and felt his cock in my hand. It was getting more rigid as we kissed, and I began to jack him. His foreskin acted like a glove to help with the back and forth, and I felt his head wet and sticky with his precum as he placed a big hand on my asscheek and got a solid handle on me. I wasn’t going anywhere now. He and I began to stretch and flex holding each other and I could feel the power dynamic between us. We each were trying to signal with our bodies what would happen next, who was in control, which cock was going into which hole. His gruff demeanor, his strong jaw and muscles, his inch or two of height difference, my cock being inches longer than his, his cock being even thicker than mine, the lips and tongue wrestling for control, his arms and hands working over my body, my hands feeling his body, his muscles, him flexing, me flexing, and the animal noises. There was a powerful chemistry between us as he and I tried to assert our dominance over the other.

I made the first move. I slid downward, licking my finger as I did. I found his cock and put it in my mouth. It tasted amazing. Warm salty yeasty. He moaned, and I threaded my hand through his legs, and I took the moistened finger and slid it into his cheeks, those furry muscled mounds of hot man flesh. I found his hole, and as I was sucking on that thick cock of his I pushed my finger into the soft pink moistness. He growled with delight as he put his hand on my head and rubbed my hair. I felt his ass muscles flex around my hand, and his hole starting puckering up around my fingertip, begging me to enter. As I sucked on the cock, I pushed my finger a little and the folds opened. I felt his cock thicken and flex and his hand on my head pulled me into his crotch. I started to press in rhythm to my tongue sliding down his shaft, and I set a slow but deliberate pace. He started to thrust into me as well, pushing his cock across my tongue and through my lips, and at the same time pulling my finger out of his ass. Then he would back up and push my finger back into his ass as he retracted his cock from my mouth. The pace quickened at his urging, pulling and pushing me into him, the fur around his cock in my face and tickling my chin. The smell of sweat and soap and the feel of his hands, his big hands, on my head.

I felt him pull me up, out of his ass, and off of his cock, as I stood back up and faced him. He kissed me, and grabbed my ass, his one hand covering my whole cheek. I felt a finger slide inside as he was working my mouth with his tongue, and pushing his knuckle into my hole. I felt his cock sliding into my groin, and my cock on top of his. I think he was trying to see if I would let him fuck me, or if I was going to take him. I wanted him, my cock in his muscular ass, sliding in and out. The muscles rippling, him growling and the feel of his insides massaging my cock. I slid my finger back into his ass as he was probing mine. He was holding me with one arm, and fingering me with the other. I was fingering him with one hand and massaging his back with the other. His muscles were bulging, I could feel each delt, each, lat, and then his pec, just writhing amongst our kisses. I took a bold move and turned him around. I firmly grabbed his ass cheeks, one in each hand, and knelt under them. I opened them up and shot my tongue straight into the hairy darkness of that crack. I found his hole, already loosened by my finger, and just waiting for my tongue. He accepted my licking and his pink hole started to wink at my tongue as I probed him deeper and deeper. He then crouched down, squatting into my face, and opening up his ass cheeks further, giving me full access to the hairy hole,and the soft skin of his butt canal.

I licked, and tongued, and sucked on his quivering asshole until he finally said, “stick it in. Hurt me with your cock.” I jacked myself a little to get myself fully erect, and then I stood up with him still crouched down, I slid my cock towards his hole. He crouched down further, onto my cock, and I just held it there as he slid down it further. I had my hands on his hips and I guided him onto my cock as I pressed my cock into that asshole, sliding in inch by inch as he continued to growl with pleasure. I was about half in when I started to bounce off of his ass, and push in and pull out in a rhythm. He started to match my rhythm by backing into me, pushing those muscular cheeks toward me and then away. I was pushing further in each time he leaned back into me until I was all the way in, all nine inches of my man meat completely swallowed by his hungry man hole. I started to push a little faster, fucking him as he started grunting with each entry. The sounds of him matching my pace caused my dick to get even harder in the warm of his ass, and I started to fuck him harder and harder. I heard my balls slapping against his muscular calves, and I started to swat his ass cheeks with my thrusts. He said between grunts, “oh yeah fuck me with your massive cock, all the way in, yeah, that’s it, hurt me with it.” I kept pushing faster and faster, it was like we were possessed, each of us working for the other’s pleasure.

Back and forth, in and out, slapping and slurping out of his asshole, and him grunting with every thrust. The sounds were attracting attention. I looked around and saw about 10 guys in towels jacking off to our scene. I felt him jacking off too, as his arm was starting to flutter above my grip on his waist. He was close, and grunting louder and louder, as I kept up the pace. I was sweating from the workout, this was as powerful a fuck as I had ever given, and this man was taking my full cock without wincing. I felt my own cock starting to tingle as my own orgasm was building deep in my balls. My legs started to quiver as he was now screaming, “harder, harder, harder,” and I was complying as best as I could. I was stapping his ass and fucking him, and he was jacking off and screaming. It all came to a head as he gripped onto my cock with his hole and I felt him shake with his own cumming. I kept going and felt my cock start to pulse deep in his hole. I slammed my cock into him one final time as I unloaded spurt after spurt of cum into him and his hole spasmed around the base of my cock milking it for more.

I gave his ass one final slap as I dismounted out of his asshole with a slurp as my cock found air again. I was sweating profusely, and breathing heavy. He stood up straight and was also sweating and trying to regain his own breathing. I stumbled into him and put my head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, and I felt his wet cock and my wet cock intermingling. He didn’t say anything, we just stood there in an embrace as we regained consciousness. After a minute or so the crowd around us dispersed, and I said, “thanks.” He nodded, then put his towel on and headed out of the area. I put my towel on and turned to find the showers too. “That is quite a cock you have there,” I heard a familiar voice say. It was Barty. He was tall and lanky in his towel, and I could see his cock half hard in the folds. He must have been one of the onlookers. “I don’t think I could take you, and I’m not sure you are up for receiving anything right now.” I smiled. I shook my head no, “I’m still coming down off of that last one,” I said. He nodded. “See you tomorrow,” I said, and I walked away.

I headed to the showers, where I saw my fuckee walk away, having just finished washing me off of him. Barty faded into the black. I didn’t see him again that evening. I turned a shower on and let the water run over me for a bit until my cock softened and my breathing returned to normal. I soaped up and checked out the other guys near me. They were a mixture of hairy and smooth, of tall and short, of pudgy and lanky, of small and large cocks, all of them uncut. I was a unicorn of sorts, no foreskin but lots of length, tallish, and sort of smooth. I returned to the changing room and finished drying off. I got dressed and turned in my key. I left the sauna, and took the tube, headed back to the hotel stop. I was spent for the evening, and slowly walked back to the hotel. I was satiated for the evening, and maybe for the next couple of days. I opened the doors to the hotel, and took the elevator up. I turned in as soon as I got to my room.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 33

I woke up with the alarm at 5:30. Today was the after hearing meeting with the client. I had no idea how that would go after the hearing and my interruption, and then seeing Barty at the sauna. I got a shower and then put on sweats and headed downstairs to get breakfast from the hotel. As I returned to my room, my phone rang. “Hello,” I answered. “This is Barty, I’m wanting to check in before our meeting with the client later this morning.” I replied, “ok, great.” He and I hadn’t had a chance to talk since the hearing. I had interrupted him, and asked the regulators to preserve the fraud claim, which garnered a kick under the table from Barty, and some unresolved tension in the air, even at the sauna. “Look, I put a call into Alvaro after the hearing. I was rather annoyed with you for taking over the hearing, as a summer intern. But, after some reconsideration, I am fine with your recommendation to the regulators. It makes the follow up litigation with the accounting firm a little more complex, because the final judgment will also have to be filed with the regulators, and as such may cause greater damage to the firm than if we had threatened them and perhaps settled out of court.” I nodded.

“So, why is that not possible even with the preservation of the claim?” I asked. He exhaled and said, “well, it could be, but because the regulators are on notice, they will be expecting us to file something in response, and that will have some scrutiny attached.” I nodded still. “I see, so the challenge is that the relationship between the client and the accountancy firm will likely be more damaged with a third party interceding?” I asked. “Exactly,” he replied, “it will strain them more than if we had handled it, let’s say, more discreetly.” I sat down. “I see. Well, there is fraud there.” He replied, “oh I don’t doubt it. The industry is rife with it. But, the client may not want to be the whistle blower in that case. You’ll be back in school and we’ll have to finish the clean up. I just wanted to explain what was about to happen.” I nodded and said, “well, thanks. I’ll see you at the client office later today.” He replied, “cheers,” and hung up.

I looked at my watch, it was only 7:30 in the morning, late in the night back at the home office. I wondered what was going to happen at the client office. Which would occur before any American visibility, because it was all before people were awake, I thought. So, I finished getting ready, and reviewed my notes from the matter, especially the claims of fraud. I got myself together and headed for the tube station. My cock was still tired from last night’s human mountain climb, so the sexual distractions along the way would not be a problem. I was also more concerned about what I was walking into. I was getting a coffee at the Italian espresso counter when my phone buzzed. I had gotten a text from Alvaro. It simply said, “don’t worry, I’ll be on the phone during the client meeting. Just be calm, and I will handle it.” I replied with a thumbs up and left it at that. The plot, as they say, was thickening.

I headed up the elevator to the client’s office, and was escorted to the conference room. I saw several of the client employees from the prehearing meeting there, and a few others. I also saw Barty, who was quietly conversing with one of the senior leader folks. I waved a little and then found a seat. I opened my bag and took out my folder and notes. As the clock struck the precise hour, there was a ring of the phone in the room. One of the junior folks answered and Alvaro’s voice boomed, “Good morning client, Alvaro here from the States to represent the firm along with Mr. Richmond there.” A senior person leaned over and said, “well, good morning to you, it must be the middle of the night there?” Alvaro chuckled, “it’s no matter, we are always here to serve you.” The senior leader speaking with Barty turned and said, “well, let’s begin.” Barty began to speak, “yes, given the events of the hearing, we are proposing,” and then he was interrupted by Alvaro.

“We have been in consultation with the European regulators as well, and it was Mr. Richmond’s timely and prescient request to preserve the fraud claim that will allow for us to better navigate the European filing claims that will also need to be addressed in the coming months. We understand that there has been some confusion about the need to raise these concerns, but it has come to our attention that there is a brewing concern over the filings that this accountancy firm has made in general, and as you know, the Europeans are far more risk averse than the British or even the Japanese might be, so we believe that the only way to clear up this matter on your behalf is to fully clean house. We recognize that it may damage the relationship between you and the accountancy firm, but there is a far greater risk of the regulators finding fault with your own filings, given the compliance concerns raised in various other regulatory hearings, and we truly believe that a storm is coming for your industry and it is most prudent to be in front of it. Don’t you agree, Barty?” Alvaro had finished orating his response.

Barty was stone faced as the heads around the table turned toward him. He finally opened his mouth a little to say, “we will do as the client wishes. In the UK, we are finding a climate more muddied by the thrusts and parries of the regulator and company sparring over specific tax issues, but are not necessarily seeing the ‘storm’ brewing that the Americans are seeing.” He used air quotes for storm, and then glared at me for the word Americans. Alvaro continued, “well, then it’s settled, except for what the client would like for us to do?” He ended his opening argument. The client employees around the table were silent, and turned to the gentleman who had greeted Alvaro on the phone. He said after a few seconds, “well, Alvaro and Bartholomew, you have always guided us through rocky waters before, and our concern now is the actions that are being taken for our competitor, which is the biggest story in Norway. The Europens are cleaning their clocks, as it were, and we don’t want to become embroiled in their morass. It has been plaguing our conversations with the board of late. We are fine with proceeding with the accountancy firm in a deliberate manner.”

I didn’t say a word. I waited for the phone or for Bartholomew to speak. Alvaro broke first. “Well, we will revisit this with you after the American and Japanese hearings. I think the Europeans will be contacting you in the coming weeks, so, I would expect a similar and probably more thorough investigation of the records by them. Mr. Richmond’s work,” as they all turned to look at me, “will be instrumental in responding to their requests as well.” The senior leader cleared his throat and said, “well, I am glad you sent him over to meet with us in person. We will stay in close contact as you navigate the other waters on our behalf. Good day.” I heard Alvaro say, “thank you so much. Good day as well.” The line went dead. I had thought that Barty was going to explode, but instead he seemed to be resigned to the situation. He had lost control of the steering wheel to Alvaro who was navigating the client separately. The client said to Barty, “so you’ll be in Japan with them and can report back to us on the progress there?” Barty nodded and I realized he would be traveling with me. Again. The bet with Alvaro and he about my ass still on the table perhaps.

We exited the conference room and left the building. Barty said to me once we were outside, “that obviously didn’t go how I had planned.” I nodded. “I think Alvaro is playing the long game with them,” he said, “which is fine, but I think this will make the UK companies skittish, and that is more of my concern.” I didn’t respond. “It will not matter to you, as you will be off fucking your classmates at school.” I didn’t acknowledge that but said instead, “I’m heading off to the airport this afternoon and I wanted to say thank you for the time you did spend with me over this week.” He looked at me and said, “just fuck off. I have had to deal with your soiled nappies all week, and the teasing of that tight ass as you completely upended my work. I’m ready for you to go.” I took a breath and was momentarily stunned. Oh. That is how it was. So, I turned to go back to the hotel, and said, “I suppose we’ll see each other again in Tokyo. Until then, cheers,” as I sauntered off to the entrance of the tube stations.

I returned to my room and set my stuff down. I changed out of the fancy suit and back into jeans and a polo. I dialed Alvaro’s direct number and he picked up. “Hello John,” he said. “How did you know it was me?” I asked. He said, “well, it showed as a UK number and I doubt Barty is in any state to speak with me, and the client had already heard from me, so process of elimination it had to be you.” I smiled. “How are you feeling about the day,” he asked. I replied, “well sir, I’m not sure exactly where things are but I do feel fine about the day. I don’t think Barty is fine, but I suppose that’s also part of the situation, someone has to be in charge.” He chuckled, “I’ve known Barty a long time, and we do tussle from time to time, but he is a very good attorney.” I replied, “no, I can appreciate all of that. I was worried that I had erred in some way in speaking up at the hearing.” He replied more forcefully, “no, no, my boy, you were right about that. Barty is trying to keep his London firms all together, in lockstep with the regulators, but is also refusing to see the global nature of the fraud and all of the challenges it brings to confidence in the global financial climate. Loans for companies are harder to get and to service, and there is a bigger risk of the whole system coming down, which would more adversely impact his handful of UK clients, it could bring us all down.” I nodded. “There’s much to do. Please return home soon,” he said. “I will sir, on the plane tonight,” I said. We hung up.

I started packing up my bags. I assembled my folders back into my backpack and then the fancy clothes back in their suit bags and then into the luggage. I took a deep breath and looked around the room. This was my first business trip abroad and I had done OK with it all. I headed for the elevator and then to the front desk to check out. “Mr. Richmond,” the concierge said, “there is a car for you out in front.” I smiled and said, “well, thank you sir.” He replied, “No sir, thank you.” I took my receipt from him and put it in my backpack for the expense report. I strode out the door and there was a town car there with a man opening the door. He took my bags as I got in and we headed back to the airport. I wasn’t sure why I was being driven, then I saw a card on the seat beside me. It read, “we thought you might appreciate a more suitable ride to the airport.” It was signed from the client. I was impressed, and maybe it was their way of saying thank you for standing up for their concerns.

On the plane ride back I had time to assess the status of my life. The summer was coming to a close, and I was still fucking around. That was a fun sauna experience though, one I would remember for a while. But, no names other than Barty’s and no continued contact. I liked the freedom of it, but as I was flying back alone, I was struck by the loneliness of it. Carlos’s questions rang in my head. “Solo, solitario?” Alone, lonely? I know that they are different, and really independent from one another, but I was struck by the feeling that I was missing out on the good stuff of life. The feeling of cumming in someone else can be epic and last longer than people say. I was still pleasantly fulfilled from the muscle bound god I had mounted the evening before. My cock did stir at the thought of him. But Sean and Mark seemed so much happier, even Sean, my whore sister. My asshole puckered at the thought of that red head’s entry back there. But their tender moments of real love were also intoxicating. The hand on the back, the little peck on the cheek, even a little laugh at a bad joke from the other. It was like they were sharing something more. I had been in the middle of their sex, but not in their love. I needed my own love, I thought. I drifted off to sleep on the plane for a bit as the question of love swirled around me.

 

[davekcmo]

I'm going to take a few days to work the rest of the story. We are in a good holding place as John is about to go to DC and then to Tokyo. I'm working on the rest of the story and have some other real life stuff to do, so I'll be back in a couple of weeks.

 

[MissingHood]

Thanks for the heads up! I'm still really enjoying the story. It has kind of guilted me into being more pro-active at work, oddly enough, lol. Looking forward to the next chapters, whenever you get arouund to it.

I'm going to take a few days to work the rest of the story. We are in a good holding place as John is about to go to DC and then to Tokyo. I'm working on the rest of the story and have some other real life stuff to do, so I'll be back in a couple of weeks.

 

[davekcmo]

So, I'm going out of town this weekend, but I'm going to start posting the rest of the story. I hope you find it good. I'm curious to hear if you feel satisfied at the end. I think you will. I'm hoping at least.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 34

I woke up as the plane was descending. We were back home, and I was glad to be back. I picked up my bags, and took a taxi back to my apartment. I collected the last receipt from this trip and then headed inside. It felt great to be back, if even for a night. I kept the luggage packed, but pulled out the underwear and socks. I put a load in the washer and then went to get my mail. The box was full, but not overstuffed. Most of it was junk mail from the previous tenant. Evidently an older woman, given the kinds of clothing catalogs I received. I thought I should sign up for a dildos by mail, so that the next tenant would have something spicy to read! I texted Mark and let him know that I was back. He didn’t say much, just a !! back to me. He was probably out with Sean. I turned on the TV and tried to figure out what time it was. I slept on the plane but it wasn’t deep sleep. It was late enough in the evening that I really just needed to go back to bed, but I knew I was going to be getting up early to go into the firm tomorrow before the train ride down to DC.

I opened Grindr for the first time in a while and didn’t see Gary on, or anyone that I knew really. There wasn’t much happening there. I looked out the window and there was a sedan in the parking spot that the redneck prison guy’s truck had been. I wondered what had happened to him. I was a bit restless for dick, but knew that I needed to get some sleep as the next leg of the journey was coming up soon. I was headed to DC. The center for all things legal. The law student’s wet dream. The power, the prestige, the clothes, the television cameras. I could feel the excitement of being in the “rooms where it happens.” For the first time this summer, I was truly alone. No connections, and no prospects. I was feeling a little lonely. Naked and afraid? No, but as if I stepped outside on a winter’s day without a coat. Unloved. Certainly lovable, but no love around me at the moment.

I called my parents. “Hello,” my dad picked up. “Hi Dad, it’s John.” He said, “John, oh it’s great to hear from you. How was your trip?” I replied, “fine, interesting. London is so big, so fast paced.” He laughed, “yes, I can imagine. Your mother is out at bingo this evening, she’ll be sorry to have missed your call.” I replied, “it’s okay, I’ll have to call back and talk with her. But things are fine.” He said, “good, good, I’m glad. Is the summer working out for you?” I nodded, “yes, it is. I am ready to go back to school though. I’m not sure I’m ready for full adulthood yet.” He laughed, “none of us are. I’m still not ready and I’m almost sixty. You’ll be fine. Just take time to smell the roses.” I nodded. The only roses I have been smelling are the pink round buttholes of hot naked guys and I don’t think that’s what he meant. “I will Dad, good talking to you.” He replied, “good talking to you, son. Love you.” I replied, “Love you too,” then hung up.

I changed the wash into the dryer, and I opened the fridge. There was nothing to eat. I decided I’d go get my numero dos from the pollo ala brasa place. It had been about two weeks since I had been there. I turned off the dryer, and then I got my shoes on and walked outside. It was early evening, and there were lightning bugs flickering and little kids chasing them around. It felt more homey here than before I had left. I was also realizing that I was going to be leaving soon and heading back to school. I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave. This first taste of adulthood had not been all bad. The freedom was wonderful. And I was doing just fine with it. I walked down the street and over to the block with the restaurant.

I walked in and the smell was intoxicating and brought me back to the “before times” when I was just an intern working down the street and eating here every few days. I do feel different after having been to London. The cashier remembered me and greeted me with, “numero dos?” I smiled and said, “si, por favor.” I paid and waited. I looked around the restaurant and saw families gathered, the television perennially on with soccer, and kids running around the chairs. One little girl ran up to me and raised her hands for me to pick her up. I did for a bit and her mother came over. “Lo siento,” she said, I said, “no, sin problema.” I really needed to work on my Spanish. I handed the girl over to her mother. We both smiled and she went back to her table child in arms. I had become a regular. It was fun to see everyone, the positive energy and the feeling of warmth, of love in fact. Community. This place was a part of my community here. If only for a while. I went back to the counter and said, “yo como aqui.” She nodded, and when my food was ready, she brought it to the table where I was sitting. “Gracias,” I said, and she replied, “de nada.” We smiled. I ate my chicken and watched the game, cheering with the rest of the patrons when one team scored a goal.

I finished and went to the bathroom before I left. There was a guy standing at the urinal peeing and I did look over. He wasn’t big, but it was uncut and dark. There was hair sticking out from his zipper as well, and he was pissing no hands, as if to proudly say, this is me. I smiled and let my cock dangle freely as well. He didn’t look over but must have noticed that I did. His cock started to grow as he was finishing up, and he let it dangle for a minute as it continued to grow. He then shook it a bit, and put it away as he grinned at me, displaying a gold tooth. My own cock growing in response. I nodded and he walked over to the sink to wash up. As he left, I finished up and also left. It was a strange non-encounter. It reminded me of the old gay joke, how are Latin men like spaghetti? They’re both straight til they get hot! I didn’t really want random sex right now, but it was fun to flirt a bit. I left the bathroom and the restaurant, with an “adios,” and a wave. I walked back to my apartment and turned the dryer back on to finish. I started working on the expense report for the London trip in the meanwhile. After the clothes were done, I repacked, and got ready for the DC leg of my travels. I gathered bags at the door and headed to bed.

The next morning I was up at 5:00 and made coffee. I was mentally thinking through the day ahead. Into the office, expense report to submit, present for the admin, train tickets, and folders for the DC hearings, and then to the train station for an afternoon train to the nation’s capital. No time for a little basement tete-a-tete I surmised. But you never know? We’d have to see. I was short on time, and I felt like the office would be watching me closely as I had just come back from my first trip. I decided to drive in with the bags and everything. It felt weird to be behind the wheel of a car for the first time in a week. And traveling on the right side of the road again. I had to think about it a bit as I headed into the office. I parked and gathered my book bag and headed in. I picked up a Starbucks coffee on the way and headed up to the office. I left the Harrod’s tea cup and tea on the travel admin’s desk and then found my own “cube, sweet cube.” It was strange to be back. My plant was looking a little worse for wear. I started to regret even making a joke about needing one, now that I wasn’t around to care for it.

There was a folder on my desk with my train reservation and hotel information in DC. I pulled out my travel folder from London and turned on my computer. I began to enter receipts and then I taped them to a piece of paper to scan into the computer for the expense reporting. I was deep into that admin task as other employees started to filter in. “John, you’re back,” I heard frequently, and I would look up and smile and say, “cheerio” as if I was Dick Van Dyke as a chimney sweep. I finished the expense report submission, and then looked over. Todd was talking to Jason in front of his office, and the firm was abuzz with the usual work. I walked over to Sean’s desk and left the tea towels I got for him and Mark in a bag with a note. I then walked over to Alvaro’s office and said hi to Manny. Manny waved and pointed toward the door. I nodded and walked in. “John, welcome back, the conquering hero,” Alvaro boomed at me. I blushed slightly and said, “well thank you sir. It’s great to be back.” At that moment, Jason and Todd were in the doorway looking in. “Come in boys, come in all of you. Let’s chat about DC and the next step in the marathon of a project.” Jason and Todd came in and nodded at me and I nodded back at them.

“So, John, I do have to apologize that none of us could be there in person to witness your excellent performance at the hearing in London. Barty’s concerns aside, you did well, and I think you were right to raise the fraud issue there, even though it was not the plan Barty had. They are our client, and he was basically local counsel for us, so while you are an intern right now, you technically outranked him.” I smiled, and felt very satisfied with that shift in power dynamic. “Now for the DC trip, I’m sending Jason with you, as Todd needs to stay behind with me for another matter. You are taking this afternoon’s train to DC, and Jason will take tomorrow afternoon’s. He is still a partner, and there are things to attend to here, but I’m sure you will get settled in just fine on your own. DC is a wonderful town to be a tourist.” He smiled at me and then glanced down at my cock. I am betting I will have fun there too. I wondered if Barty had told him about the mountain of a man into whom I had just climbed in the UK. I refocused on Alvaro’s voice.

“Jason, you will need to prep John about the hearing protocol, since his 508 status will matter for this hearing.” He turned to me, “we could send you off gallivanting to London because as Americans none of us can technically practice law there.” I nodded. “However, we will have to be stricter here, as this hearing will matter far more to the firm and to your future as well.” I nodded and looked over at Jason. He was quiet and calm. His face revealed nothing. He simply said, “will do sir. I look forward to working with John on this, and we’ll be back in a few days.” Alvaro nodded and said, “good, that’s very good. Well, I won’t keep you,” as he turned away from us and headed back to his desk. We filed out of his office, Jason, then Todd, then myself. I turned back to look at Alvaro, and he was definitely checking out my ass as I was leaving. I nodded and gave my hip a lean and flex to accentuate the butt muscle for his pleasure. It was a strange vibe at this office.

I looked at my watch and realized that it was time to go. I picked up my bags and was heading out, and I heard Jason call me back. I stepped into his office. Todd was at his desk and I realized that I hadn’t been with him alone perhaps ever. “Yes sir,” I asked. Jason didn’t look up but said, “we have a car downstairs for you to take to the train station. No need to fret.” I said, “thank you sir.” He continued, “please review my notes on your memo, I think it’s fine, and we’ll use that as the basis of our presentation at the hearing, but I would like for you to research some of the finer points as well.” I nodded thinking where would I go to do this research. He must have read the quizzical look on my face and said, “oh, the Library of Congress has a great legal reading room. I would start there. That is all.” I smiled and walked out. I picked up my bags again and headed for the door. Todd was on the phone so I didn’t say anything to him and Sean was busy talking to someone else, so I only got a quick wave from him as I breezed by.

I had picked up folders from my desk and shoved them in my backpack, and was reorganizing in the elevator as I headed down. “Got everything,” I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up and it was George. I smiled and said, “I think so. They have me running, but I’m enjoying it right now.” He smiled and said, “I am hearing good things about you through the grapevine. And not even from the basement grapevine of late.” He smiled and winked at me. I smiled back and laughed. “Yeah, I have been too busy to play for the last week or two.” He turned as the elevator door opened on the vault floor and said, “your presence has been missed,” and waved as the elevator door closed. I headed out to the car, and the driver helped me with my bags and held the door for me. I didn’t know what to do so I saluted him as I got in. It was weird, but fine. He started off and said, “thanks for the gesture. First trip?” I said, “no, but it feels like it.” He looked at me through the rearview mirror and said, “you’ll be fine sir, just breathe.” I smiled and laughed. That had been the phrase of the summer.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 35

I arrived at the train station and they directed me to first class. The seats were larger and reclined, and there was food and alcohol. It was quite an experience. The other traveler in front of me was an older gentleman who looked me over and focused on my crotch for a bit. I looked down and my cock was clearly showing through my slacks as the boxers had given way as I had sat down. I opened my legs and the fabric pulled tighter around my shaft and you could see the clear outline of my cockhead. His eyes got bigger for a second, and then I saw his legs open and a pronounced bulge was in view in his crotch. My cock started to stir at the sight of his. I did my steam room stretch where I jut my ass forward and kick up my hips and allow my cock to stretch up in the slacks as it started to grow. My fellow train traveler started to also grow, his cock was curled up and I could see the slightest flex in his slacks as his cock strained to be free from the shackles of its underwear. I smirked a little and shifted in my seat to push my cock downward so as to not create a distraction for the conductor as they were checking tickets. My seat mate also adjusted and we got comfortable for the trip. I put in headphones and listened to a podcast, while he read the paper and every so often, reached down to tug at his crotch, just to let me know it was still there for viewing if I wanted.

I drifted off to nap for a bit, then I awoke to food being offered. I looked over at my travel companion who was digging into a chicken and potatoes dish. “I’ll have that,” I said, pointing to the dish facing me across the way. The purser nodded and returned with a hot chicken dish and offered a glass of wine. I said no, just a coke for me, thanks. I took the headphones out and began to eat. I really wanted to read through Jason’s notes, but I didn’t want to disturb the client's confidentiality by displaying the memoranda for my travel companion to read. I didn’t think it would be an issue, but I was aware that somebody might care. Who knows, I was looking down at a cock that might well do for dessert as well. He saw me stare and set down his fork so he could give it a proper tug in my direction. I smiled and nodded as if to say thanks. After dinner, I stood up and headed to the bathroom. The train jostled me and I fell back towards my seat mate. I felt his hands on my ass as he helped me stand back up. I turned to say thanks, and he kept his hands on my ass. I flexed my butt muscles and I felt his hands rub both cheeks. I then resumed my exit toward the lavatory. I think I could have worked that jostle a little more but there were others in the car, but mostly distracted by their own journey.

When I returned he was watching a movie on his computer and I didn’t want to disturb. So I sat down and retrieved a book from my backpack instead. A summer beach read, but I haven’t seen a beach this summer. Heck, I hadn’t even seen a pool. I did get quite a bit of steam in though, thanks to the gym! That was as close to the beach as I had made. I read a few chapters, and I felt the train lurch as it slowed. We were entering the station in DC, and the porters were coming by to get the last of the meal items. I put my book away and then got my stuff ready to go. I saw my travel companion get up and reach to get his valise from the overhead storage. I saw his cock in my face through his pants fabric as his shirt untucked from his belt, and I just leaned forward and blew a breath of warm air onto his curled up bulge. He brought a hand to my head and held me in closer and I breathed in the smell of sweat and funk and breathed out more warm air to tease him. I felt his shaft thicken under my lips as he held my head in place, hidden from the rest of the passengers by the seatbacks. I licked his cockhead through the slacks with my tongue, pushing on the fabric and feeling him continue to lengthen and thicken. I heard the doors open behind us and he pulled back a wet spot on his trousers from my tongue and his cock pointed diagonally out from his zipper. He put his valise in front of his crotch and sat down as we were all trying to get ready to depart the train.

I smiled at him and he winked at me. As the train stopped at the station, there was a rush of people to get out. I stood up and gathered my bags, and I felt a hand on my ass for a bit as my travel companion gave me one last goodbye grope. I walked out of the train and into the station. I needed to pee again, and I found a men’s room as I entered the station. I stowed my bags to the side and found an open urinal in the middle of a line of them, the rest occupied with other travelers. As the guy to my right finished and left, I saw my travel companion sidle up next to me and pull out his cock to pee. I looked over and it was still half hard. I flashed him my cock that was also a little plump from our last exchange, and we both pulled and tugged our cocks as we finished up. I winked at him as I zipped up, and he nodded. I left and I headed for the taxis, not looking back. There was more cock to see in DC, and I was on a mission to find me some, once my work was done of course.

I got a cab to the hotel and checked in. After getting the key, I headed up to my room. I looked out the window and could see the US Capitol lit up and it gave me a little thrill just to know I was here at the seat of power. The city where it happens. I took it in for a minute and then I started to unpack my bags, and hang up the suits again in the closet. I picked up my backpack and pulled out the files I brought for the DC leg of the journey. I started to read through them, and then I realized that this was the only night I would be able to go out on my own without supervision. I looked at my watch and realized that it was about 7:30 in the evening. I could go have a little fun. I looked on the internet for gay bars nearby and a neighborhood bar was listed. I decided to investigate it as it was only 3 blocks from my hotel. I changed clothes into some tight jeans and a polo and I combed my hair and brushed my teeth. Now properly groomed I was ready for all the DC action I could find.

I headed out and walked along the tree lined streets of rowhouses with lights in windows as people were having dinner. I smiled and thought how quaint it all seemed. I turned into the next block and headed over across the street to where a stand alone building in a sea of rowhouses had a pink neon light in the window in the silhouette shape of a man’s ass. I was home. I opened the door and the din of dance music and loud voices screeching “girl” and “bitch please.” The lights were dimmed and there was a makeshift dance floor in the corner. The bar extended along the whole sidewall. I found an opening and ordered a tonic water. I didn’t want to be too crazy, the wine from dinner was still taking some effect. I found a bar stool open along the opposite wall and had a look around. There were leather guys in t-shirts, jeans, and harnesses, there were drag queens in makeup, hair, and sweats, as if they were taking a break or just getting ready for the night’s work. There were a mix of guys, older and younger, in various stages of baldness and fashion. I looked out of place in my jeans and polo shirt, but I didn’t know what to wear out, and all I had was business dress and this, so here I was trying to look comfortable in a crowded place, but being alone.

I continued to look around for someone to talk to, as I sipped on my tonic water. I didn’t find anyone like me who was a singleton. I thought this was a bad idea, and was about to leave, when I heard a voice say, “you look lost.” I looked up and there was another guy, in a polo shirt smiling at me. He was wearing glasses and had a cute face- dimples and green eyes, and brown hair, parted in the middle and feathered back, a throwback to the eighties. “Yeah, I’m not sure what I’m doing here, but I was just getting into town and thought I needed to get out of the hotel.” He nodded, “yes, you looked out of place.” I blushed and shook my head, “maybe I should go.” He grabbed my arm and said, “no, don’t go, it’s going to be fine. Just breathe.” I laughed, the phrase of the summer. “Are you from here?” I asked. He laughed, “no, nobody is from here. We all come here from parts unknown. DC is the great mecca for nerds.” I smiled, “that sounds about right. So are you a nerd?” He nodded, “yep, a card carrying one. I love a good sci-fi movie and a video game.” I smiled and said, “very nerdy of you, I agree. Me too, in fact.” He smiled, and we continued chatting for a while.

An hour later, he said, “I really need to get to bed, but it has been great talking to you. I’m Eddie by the way.” I smiled, “John, nice to meet you,” and we shook hands. He took the opportunity to pull me in close and give me a short kiss. “Have a good night,” and I watched him turn around and walk away. That ass of his was perfect, his jeans cupped each cheek and he wiggled his hips as he walked away and then turned to make sure I was watching. He smirked, and I shook my head. I walked out after him, following the bouncing ass out the door. I caught up to him and asked, “so could I see you again?” He said, “maybe, how long are you in town?” I said, "only a couple of days.” He said, “shame, I was hoping to get to see you naked.” I said, “the night’s young?” He laughed, “I have an old man’s job, and I need to get to sleep before too long. Not enough time for the kind of damage I want to do to you.” He smiled at me, and I just melted. He was so sweet, and cute, and I just wanted to kiss him again. So I did. I leaned in and gave him a peck. And he pulled into me and opened his mouth. We had a hollywood style glamor kiss right on the street. Under a street light in front of people now watching TV in their windows, dinner that was long finished for them. The world stopped though for me. It was the best second of my summer. Maybe my life. The electricity from his lips to mine, his hands on my back, my hands on that waist. I was afraid to touch his ass. But I wanted to. He broke away, and said, “now I really have to run. You take care, John, ok?” I nodded. And he skipped
away from me, and I thought ‘wait, but you are amazing, and I didn’t get a number or anything.’

I walked back to the hotel half happy that I had met him and half disappointed that it had been so fleeting. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for the settling down married life of so many gay couples. Was I destined to whore around for the next fifty years until I had a heart attack while fucking a random ass in a sex club or the steam room of the office gym. Can you imagine the scandal that would cause? I got back to the hotel and decided that if it was meant to be, I would see Eddie again. I said a little prayer that I might, and I settled back into the documents for the DC case. I found Jason’s notes on my memos. They were mostly supportive, a few exclamation points like he agreed, and a couple of notes to check for supporting material beyond what I had cited for regulations. He noted in the margins that there was case law that I should check as well, for some of these points, and I nodded as I read through them. On the last page he wrote a short note. “I realize that you have been through a whirlwind of a summer with the firm. But you have done really good work, and I am glad we have had the chance to work together. You are going places John, you just can’t see it yet. Keep up the good work, and I’ll be happy to write a reference or whatever you need. - Jason.”

I decided that the note and the kiss from Eddie, it was all a little much for me tonight. I drew a bath, and got undressed from my polo and jeans. I soaked in the tub for a while and let myself unwind from it all. I nearly fell asleep, but then my phone rang. I got out of the tub, and wrapped a towel around me, the stress relief from the soak nearly gone. It was Jason. “Yes sir,” I answered. “Sorry to call so late, the plan to take the train tomorrow has changed. I’ll be there, but likely arriving the next morning, and taking a cab straight to the hearing. Do not start without me, understood?” I nodded, “yes sir, got it. Safe travels.” He replied, “thank you, will do. That is all.” He hung up and the line went dead. I wondered when he was fucking his wife if after he came, he rolled off of her and said, ‘that is all,’ before falling asleep? It struck me as funny and I just laughed out loud at myself. I turned on the TV as I returned to the bathroom and dried off. I put on pajamas and turned out the lights, and then climbed into bed. I left the TV on as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up in the night to an infomercial and turned off the TV finally. I pulled the second pillow over and cradled it, thinking about Eddie and the electric kiss. It was different from anything else I had felt. Maybe it was only different for me. He wandered off afterward so cavalier. I was actually a little hurt by that. I curled up with the pillow drifting off and thinking about Ben and flannel pajama pants, and popcorn, then Eddie and kissing, and my cock in that ass of his. It was stunning. Small and tight and plump and round. My cock could do some damage to him, just as much as he threatened to do to me. Damn, I was getting hard next to the pillow, but I was also groggy from the train ride and jet lag still from London. I drifted off to sleep again thinking about what it would be like to live with Eddie and wake up with those lips. On my dick. Um… yum.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 36

I woke up with a start as the sun shone through the window. I heard vaccuming in the hall and I was completely thrown by the day. It was already 10 am! I hadn’t slept that late in ages. I got up and realized I didn’t have anything to do except find the Library of Congress and do some research. I turned on my laptop and found the website. I called the information desk and found out what I needed to do to visit. I brushed my teeth and put the polo and jeans on from last night and headed over to the building. It was only about ten blocks away, and I figured the walk would do me some good. I had my backpack on me and my notebook inside. I left the memos in the hotel safe and just made notes of what to look up in the notebook. I got to the library and they told me I had to check my backpack, so I left it with the guard and received a ratty paper number in return so I could claim it later. I went up to the legal reading room and they directed me to a bank of computers, where I spent the next four hours researching and making notes about the various cases. I found a couple of reference books on federal tax and a good law review article about the various issues involved in multinational corporations. It was already nearly 5 pm and they were closing. I was actually sad to be leaving. I looked at my phone and found a diner between the library and the hotel and I decided to eat there and review my notes.

I entered the diner and the waitresses were busy and there was music and I realized I was not going to be able to think at all. I walked up to the host and asked if I could get the order to go. She nodded and asked, “what’ll you have?” I said, “chicken fingers and fries to go.” She nodded and said, “it’ll be 18 dollars.” I gave her a twenty and she didn’t give me change, so I figured that was her tip. About fifteen minutes later she handed me a bag and I was on my way. I headed back to the hotel and as I passed the street with the neighborhood bar I paused for a minute. I looked down at the corner where Eddie and I had our moment, and I was sort of melancholy about it all. It was just a moment, but it was my moment. And I didn’t have many of those kinds of moments. I shook it off- I was being silly now. I walked back to the hotel and up to my room. I set the bag down on the desk in the room and then I put my back pack down and pulled out the work product and laptop from the safe. I started eating and reviewing and making notes and writing. The next thing I knew it was 10 pm. I took the trash down to the lobby so that my room wouldn’t smell like grease all night and I asked if they had a printer available. There was one in the business center on the second floor I was told. I thanked the night receptionist and headed back to the room. I could do that tomorrow. I set my alarm for 6 am and turned in.

The alarm woke me, and I arose fresh from sleep. I looked over at my notes and the laptop and remembered my work from the night before. I knew the hearing was at 1 pm, so I got up and showered. I put on sweats and headed down to the breakfast room and grabbed coffee and a bagel. It was stale, but it was at least something to eat. I read through my notes from last night and made some touches to my new memo about the other cases I had found. I emailed it to Jason and Todd, unsure if they would get it or not. I headed down to the business center and printed out two copies of the memo and headed back to the room. I put the folders together into my backpack and I looked at my watch. It was already 11. Crap, where does the time go? I got dressed in the navy suit that I hadn’t worn since the UK, and then put on a tie, and then it was already 12. I didn’t know where I was going exactly, and I took a cab over to the IRS offices. I arrived at 12:45 and then was cleared through security and then shown the elevator and was told to go to the third floor. I walked down a long hallway and on the right there was a door that said, international tax. I opened the door and a pleasant older woman was seated at the desk and I asked about the location of the hearing. She said that it was two doors down on the right. I thanked her and she smiled.

I headed down and there was an open door. I went in and I saw a guy in his forties, in a pinstripe suit standing and he waved me in. You must be here for the hearing. I nodded and was shuffled into a conference room. My whole life is conference rooms these days. I was alone for now. No sign of Jason. I looked at my watch, it was five of one. This is not like him at all. Mr. Perfect, they call him in the office. He didn’t bother me with his perfection, I loved the feedback and I thought about his note on my memo from before. He was a good guy I thought, both he and Todd were. Better than Ron or Jeremy were. George was alright, but only because I had blown him. I was glad to be away from litigation. I heard voices outside, and then three people in suits walked in. The older gentleman who had brought me to the conference room, a woman in her thirties wearing a bright yellow blouse with a navy suit, and then a smile. The third guy looked at me and smiled, I melted all over again. It was Eddie. The eyes, the cheeks, the other cheeks as I remembered him walking away from me, and those dimples. The hair was slicked down, and his glasses framed his face. I smiled and then regained composure. I stood up and shook everyone’s hand, ending with Eddie’s. My heart fluttered and he held onto my hand just a second more than I had expected, before we broke.

I sat down and looked at the door, expecting Jason to come through at any moment. “Mr. Richmond,” the older guy said, “I presume. Is Jason joining us today?” I nodded, “yes sir, he is. He is taking the train today, so I was told to wait for him to arrive.” The older man nodded and said, “we can give you fifteen minutes. Team, why don’t we reconvene at that time.” They all got up at once and filed out. Eddie was last and as he left, he winked at me, and I chuckled. This was going to be weird. But at least I knew where he worked. And maybe we could stay in touch. WIth the regulators? I don’t know, it became all kinds of goofy. I was elated that I had found him again, and yet, completely despondent that I was technically adversarial to him in this matter, both of us representing the opposing sides- the client versus the government.

Jason breezed in the door at 12 minutes after and asked, “okay have they started.” I shook my head and said, “no, they gave us fifteen minutes for you to arrive.” He nodded, “good, I’m glad. Did you do the research I asked?” I nodded and handed him a copy of my new memo I had drafted. He skimmed it and nodded, a few goods, and a few okays, as he flipped through the pages. He looked at me and said, “you may have to jump in because I haven’t had the time to really prepare for this case. Alvaro had Todd and myself working on this other matter and I didn’t think I was even going to make the train here. I nodded. “I’m here for you, tell me what you need.” He nodded, “we’ll just see how this goes. I know Barty was a jerk, but in this case, feel free to jump in, you may need to save my bacon.” I said, okay, and the three walked back in. Jason and I stood up. “Are we ready,” the older one asked. We nodded, and the three sat down. “Let’s begin,” the older man said.

We each introduced ourselves. Reginald, Lisa, and Edward. Then Jason, and myself. Jason and the older man sparred over several basic points, all from the original draft of my memo. I had pulled the folders out of my backpack and was following along from my notes. Then the woman made several points, and Jason deftly responded to each of them. Then Edward made his point, with a raised eyebrow, as if to say, what about this. Jason looked dumbfounded for a second. I realized this was where I needed to step in. I countered Edward with the case law I had looked up. He said, the statute requires four points, you don’t have all four raised.” I rebutted saying, “no the statute requires two points to be met, the ‘or’ in the phrasing was clearly disjunctive.” He disagreed citing case law. I responded citing case law that had recently overruled his case law. It was a back and forth lunge and parry situation, with Edward and I both at the apex of our legal talents.

He cleared his throat after my last refutation, and then said, ”I see. But have you made these claims necessary in your filings to preserve them.” I then countered with my last salvo, “no, but they are not necessary in this case to be made prior to the hearing, at the hearing is sufficient, as stated in this case.” I got quiet for a second and then said, “by the way, we are making these claims here and now.” Jason concurred on my behalf. Edward looked defeated. I wondered if Eddie was ever going to suck my dick now that I had won against him at work. I might have to let him fuck me. The thought stirred my cock. My asshole puckered.

The older man turned to Jason and said, “well done. Your team came prepared, and we have what we need to proceed in the matter. We’ll be in touch.” Jason nodded and we all stood up. We shook hands as they filed out, and Edward leaned over as he shook my hand and said, “well done counselor, very few have survived my cross.” I smiled and said, “you were tough but I was prepared. I’d like to hang out on your cross sometime.” He nodded, and said, “Agreed.” He shook Jason’s hand and then was out the door. Jason turned to me and said, “that was odd.” I shrugged and said, “I have nothing to compare it to.” He smiled, a rarity, and then we left the room. Jason walked quickly to the elevator and then we departed the building in silence.

When we were outside, he finally spoke to me. “You did well there,” he started, “it was a good bit of legal presentation. I think the matter is well briefed for them, and there will be a lot of back and forth between now and the final resolution. But you should be proud of your work.” I nodded, “thank you sir. I am.” He said, “I have some work to finish on another matter, and I will be staying a couple of more days. Why don’t you head back to the hotel and relax and we’ll have dinner together at 7. I have a reservation for a nice restaurant for us.” I nodded and said, “sure that sounds great. Where shall I meet you?” He said, “just in the lobby at 6:30.” I said, “will do,” and turned to leave. “Oh, and John,” I turned back, “watch out for the friendly regulators, they tend to be the most difficult ones to negotiate with. Sharks, the whole lot of them.” I smiled and nodded, “yes sir,” I replied. He turned and left. No, ‘that is all’ I guess needed. I walked back to the street corner and realized I could probably take the subway back over to the hotel. I headed across the street to the metro station.

As I rode the metro train back toward the hotel, I was finally able to process what had just happened. Eddie from the night before was Edward of this morning’s hearing. What the fuck? And then Jason was being nice after being so cold before. But warning me against Eddie in an almost fatherly way. When all I wanted to do was be Eddie’s stuffed animal on his bed waiting for him to come home to me every night. What is going on with me? I had a few hours this afternoon to kill and thought about finding some sex along the way, but instead I headed back to the hotel and just watched some TV to come down off of the high of my first real legal battle. I changed out of my suit clothes, and into some slacks with the shirt. I figured this was an appropriate dinner outfit. I pulled out the documents from today’s hearing, and put the folders away with the laptop in the safe. I was not going to check my email. I was just going to relax. Now, without a cock in my mouth, how would I relax? I thought about the gym in the hotel, but then I would need to shower and redress. Nah, I sat down and meditated. Slowed my breathing. Closed my eyes. I let the day go. I thought about the whole DC experience and just let it all go. In with the breath. Out with the breath. It was hard to stop fidgeting, but after a bit, I did find a sense of calm. Just breathing.

After a while, I opened my eyes, and looked down at my watch. It was 5:30 or so. I pulled out my beach read from the train ride to DC and flipped through a little more of it. Fun reading. For a change. That was the problem with the legal work, is that it is all reading and writing. And I used to like to read, but now the eyes were for working, not for playing. Which is why the cock has taken over in the playing department. He stirred in my slacks as I was thinking about him. It had been a day or so without an airing, and he was restless, looking for a playmate. So was I. I really wanted Eddie to play with, but I didn’t think it would be right to try to find him now. It was the ultimate cock block, his job, my job, being on opposite sides of the table. But the legal sparring was fun. I could tell from his energy and mine, the sex would be freaking phenomenal. But the way he was with me the night before. The kindness, the smile, the genuine consideration. It felt good to be nestled like that. Was it love? It could be the start of it. Was I obsessed with love all of a sudden, given the trashy romantic novel I was reading, a real “boy meets boy” kind of fairy tale. A fairy’s tail, I laughed at my own joke, then my cock stirred again at the thought of that ass of his.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 37

The news was on the TV and I looked down, 6:25, time to head to the lobby. Jason was there checking his phone and still in his suit. I wondered if I should have stayed dressed from the hearing. He looked up and saw me. “Good, John, I’m glad you had a chance to change. I just ran in from another meeting, so I have not. But no matter, we should be off.” I followed him out of the hotel and into a cab. We traveled through DC with the summer sunlight fading into sunset, and the buildings all reflected a warm hue. It was both awe inspiring and spooky, like the world was shutting down. The taxi stopped in a commercial district with a string of restaurants on the street and Jason headed toward a plain unassuming sign on the door. We entered and he spoke to the maitre-d who showed us to our table.

“This is one of my favorite places to go in DC. I was a regulator here myself in my younger days. That’s how I met Alvaro, I was going up against him, like that young one this afternoon was going up against us.” I nodded, and flashed to Eddie’s smile. My cock stretched in my boxers thinking about him again. “Anyway, he said something to the effect of, if you want to make real money, let me know. That was twelve years ago, and now, I’m senior partner, and Todd is partner, and it’s a pretty good life. Certainly better than the GS system of salaries and rules. We get to eat here, and wear nice clothes.” He looked over at me. Yes, this was one of Terrance’s outfits. I was enjoying the experience of being a real adult. “The hard thing about this job is the pace and the demands. My wife had enough of this about five years ago, and I haven’t been able to really make a relationship work since. Fortunately we didn’t have children, but I had wondered if we had, how that might have changed things.” He seemed wistful about it all. “Anyway, Todd has managed to keep a wife and two small children with him, but I can tell the pressure is getting to him. He made partner last year and is still trying to have it all.”

“So what about you, what are your plans after this summer?” I cleared my throat, I hadn’t expected this to be a conversation. They rarely are with Jason. “Well sir, I guess I’m trying to figure that out. Back to school soon, and finishing up law school. Then a job, and maybe some type of settling down. I have been a loner through most of law school, so that is either a feature or a bug in the system already. Maybe I am destined for ‘firm life’? I love the tax world, the intricacies of the filings and problem solving. And the hearing this afternoon was amazing. Better than the UK one which was merely validating the forms and preserving the filings. We actually got into the law of it all today, which I really enjoyed.” I stopped for a moment, as he was checking his phone again. I could see why the wife got tired of it. He was easily distracted. She ended up being the one who said, ‘that is all.’ We sat in silence for a minute and the soup course arrived.

“You were saying,” he returned to the table conversation. “Yes, I enjoyed today’s hearing. That was fun I thought.” He nodded. “Yes, that was unusual for a first hearing. I think that young one was trying to make a name for himself. But you showed him, didn’t you?” He smiled at me, the first in a long while. I smiled back. “Yes, it was a good exchange I thought.” He nodded, “you have the killer instinct. That will serve you well in legal practice. We are hired guns after all. Only we shoot words, not bullets.” I laughed at his comment. “I think that is why Alvaro is so taken with you.” He said sort of offhandedly. I looked at him puzzled. “Well you must have noticed his leers your way. He is attracted to you.” I shrugged my shoulders, as if to imply ‘who me’? I then flashed back to his cock in the steam room and my cock stirred again. “He and Barty have this weird rivalry about men. Trying to bed them. He never did me though. I was always a little reserved for him. You have exuberance. He likes the energy and the taming of it I think. Todd was also too reserved. You seem open, like you’d be willing to entertain his advances.” He looked at me.

I was sort of dumbfounded. I said, “well, I’m not sure that he had advanced upon me,” I said. “Barty was quirky in London, and there was an odd exchange after a couple of beers that I attributed to a lonely guy who was trying to find some moment of joy. I don’t think Alvaro would be suitable for me either,” I finally surmised. He nodded, “yes, I agree. I was surprised when he took Todd and Jason off of this case, so he could spend more time with you though. I thought that there might have been something going on. That’s why I pulled back and let him run with the preparations.” I nodded. “I figured you had rebuffed him which is why I was being called to DC.” It finally hit me that he was probing for answers. “I don’t know sir,” I finally replied, “it was such a hectic time between filing paperwork and scheduling hearings, that I didn’t really notice, all I knew was that you and Todd were busy with a case, which felt a little bit abandoning, but then I thought this was all part of the training.” He nodded, “yes, there can be fast paced decisions, but this was unusual, because most of the time, lawyers finish the cases they start.” I nodded, “which is why I was a little annoyed that I didn’t have the full throughline of your research and issue tracking,” he finished. I nodded.

“Well, sir, I think it worked out in the end.” He shrugged, “maybe, but there is more to go. You have Tokyo next week. Both Barty and Alvaro will be there. A bit of a tag team I think.” I took a deep breath. Great, both of them after my ass. The bet was still on. “What about Todd?” I asked. He shook his head no, and said, “Todd will be with me. At least it is Los Angeles. We get to look at pretty people, even if we can’t have them.” He sighed a bit. I was actually sad for him. He was trapped in a world from which he couldn’t escape. He was also somewhat astute, but not completely. I wondered if he needed a hug. Or a blowjob. I was still very horny. And he was about to fade out of my world again. He was handsome enough. I remembered the slight curve of an ass in his slacks. I wondered about his cock. Was it big or small, cut or uncut, thick or thin, hairy or not? I could blow him I guess. He’d be on his phone the whole time. As I looked over he was already back on the phone again. We finished up dinner and he paid the check. He stood up and I followed. “Back to the hotel I suppose,” he said. “Do you want to stay or maybe get a drink somewhere,” I asked. He shook his head no, “those days are behind me. I want a nice bath and a good night’s sleep.” I nodded, “sure thing, I can appreciate that.” He smirked and said, “you have many late nights in front of you before you get to this level of resignation.”

I shrugged and we headed out to the street. A cab back to the hotel and then a handshake in the lobby. “Thank you for a pleasant evening, John.” I smiled, “thank you for dinner sir. It was great to get to know you a bit more.” He smiled and nodded, then turned to the elevator. I looked at the elevator and then the door and decided to give the bar down the street one last shot. I headed back the three blocks to the gay bar I had found the evening before. I entered into the same din from the night before, and the music and conversation flowed out from the door. I entered again, more confidently, as I had been there before. I ordered a tonic water, and looked around. The reality is that I was looking for Eddie. I didn’t know if this was a wild goose chase, but I wanted that wild goose! I found a place near the opposing wall to scan the room. I didn’t recognize anyone else, just the same sorts of gays from the night before, the drag queens, the leather guys, the fashionistas.

I didn’t know what to do with myself, as I was just waiting and looking around. I enjoyed the music, but didn't really want to dance. I looked around and there wasn’t anyone to really strike up a conversation with. I was getting antsy, and thought that I should just leave. And then, as before, the smile appeared before me, out of nowhere, and illuminated the whole bar. “Hi again,” he said, “I was hoping I’d see you tonight.” I smiled as much as my face would allow. “Hi Eddie, I decided to come back on a lark, just to see if lightning could strike twice,” I replied. He smiled and leaned over to me. His lips met mine for a second, and the electricity returned, like a light being plugged back in. Then he backed away. “How was that,” he teased. I nodded, “not bad, not bad, I might need another test case just to make sure.” He obliged, leaning in and putting an arm around me as he pulled me into a longer kiss, his mouth opening, and his tongue just touching mine. I put my hand around his back and pressed my thumb into his muscles. He pulled away again, and I just made a sound “mmmm.”

“So you were a very bad boy,” he said to me after a second. “I was,” I asked. “Well, yes, how dare you outdo me at work.” I laughed. “I was pretty shocked to see you in the suit as a part of the panel, Edward,” I leaned into his formal name. He said, “well, Jonathan, I was also surprised to see you in your suit as a part of my docket as well.” He grinned at me. I leaned in and put my head on his chest as he rubbed my shoulders. “So this is why you were in town,” he surmised. I shrugged and said, “I didn’t really want to say anything, because I didn’t know what the rules were about all of this. I had been lectured to keep my private stuff private.” He said, “do you keep all your private stuff, private there?” he teased, looking down at my crotch, which was definitely starting to show my interest in him. “I have been known to give a private viewing of my privates,” I replied, leaning in and giving him a little peck on the mouth. “In fact I was ready to give you such a show the other night,” I explained. He laughed, “I know you were. It was very hard for me to resist.” I looked down at his crotch and said, “oh really, how hard was it?” He put my hand on his crotch and I felt a mass of thickness in his jeans. “That must have been very hard then as well,” I responded. I let my hands find his waist, and then kissed him again, slower, and gentle, seductively perhaps.

I pulled away this time. “So, could I have your phone number now?” I asked. He exhaled and explained, “I really shouldn’t. You are working for the other team.” I nodded, and explained, “well, only for the summer, and as a 508. I go back to law school in a couple of weeks.” He said, “well, that’s worse, really for me. How could I possibly tear myself away from DC to visit you all the time, with you studying?” He grinned, and I grinned back. “Well, I would make time for you,” I replied. “And besides, I could study at the Library of Congress!” He laughed, “that beats the law library at school I suspect.” I nodded earnestly, “it’s amazing,” I cooed. He smiled, “yes, it is. You know as a Fed, I get expanded access.” I was amazed at him. “Really, that would be so cool.” My nerd flag was flying and I did not care. “You are a quirky man, John Richmond,” Eddie said to me in a matter of fact way. I shrugged, and snuggled into his chest.

We flirted for a while longer in the din of the conversation and music around us. It was nearly 10 and he finally said, “I hate to break up this party, but this guy has to be in bed. I have other criminals to interrogate,” as he looked devilishly at me. I looked back and said, “well, I could move the party to your bed,” with a bit of side eye and smile. He chuckled, “I bet you could. And I need to sleep more than the latter. When are you leaving town?” I exhaled, and mumbled, “tomorrow.” He pouted. “I figured. Let’s walk out together.” I nodded and put my hand in his. We walked out of the door to the bar and back down the street before where we had the magical goodbye kiss from the other night. He kissed me under a streetlamp, I wasn’t sure if it was the same one from the other night or a new one. It didn’t matter, it was charming nonetheless. “I do need to go. But, you do have my work email address, and when you are back at school feel free to reach out. You won’t be so adversarial then, and maybe we can figure something out.” I nodded. I was hit with a wave of sadness all of a sudden. This was it, the time where our little fling ended. I gave him one last kiss, to say goodbye. I started to tear up. When I pulled away, I saw that he had as well. He rubbed my face with his thumb. “Don’t be sad there, young lad, this is not the end.” I nodded, and said, “it is for now,” and I started to tear up a little more. He smiled in his own tears and said, “it’s not a forever goodbye, just merely a see you later.” He kissed me on the cheek and then turned and started walking away.

I nodded and turned away as well. I had to leave at that point, there wasn’t anything else to say. It was definitely more than a ‘see you later’ to me. And I didn’t know whether I could believe that it wouldn’t be a ‘forever goodbye’ or not. I moped as I walked back to the hotel alone. I was sad, but I was really glad that I went out again and got to at least see Eddie one more time. He was the kind of guy I wanted to be with, to date, to marry. In my crazy game of fuck marry kill I had finally found a potential husband in the mix. And he lived in DC. And I didn’t. Maybe one day. Maybe. But for now, I would head back to the firm, and then back to school. I would email him from there, but long distance never works, and I had been warned that dating lawyers never works out either. It seemed a bit star crossed to me on that street heading back to the hotel alone. A little weepy, and perhaps feeling sorry for myself. I’d give myself tonight to feel sad, but then I would have to move on. I didn’t feel like fucking anyone else tonight, and I was ready for bed. Sadly alone. And yes, to Carlos’s point, a little lonely.

 

[davekcmo]

I have picked up the pace in posting a bit. There are a total of 50 chapters, and I think you'll enjoy the rest of the ride. Let me know of course. I'm interested in hearing how you all think it is going....

 

[Brettdude3]

This is still my favorite story to read. The pace is perfect and it’s actually a really intriguing story overall. I’m so glad there are so many more chapters to look forward to! Thank you!

 

[MissingHood]

I have picked up the pace in posting a bit. There are a total of 50 chapters, and I think you'll enjoy the rest of the ride. Let me know of course. I'm interested in hearing how you all think it is going....

I haven't replied in a while, but just know that one of the first things I do when I get home is to see if there's a new chapter. Thank you for keeping this story going!

 

[davekcmo]

This is still my favorite story to read. The pace is perfect and it’s actually a really intriguing story overall. I’m so glad there are so many more chapters to look forward to! Thank you!

Thanks! I'm glad you are enjoying it...

 

[davekcmo]

I haven't replied in a while, but just know that one of the first things I do when I get home is to see if there's a new chapter. Thank you for keeping this story going!

I took a break to finish the rest of it. The stress of getting the chapters posted while writing got to be a little much. I'm glad I am on your to do list!

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 38

I returned to the hotel and my room. I turned on the TV and put on sweats and just curled up in bed. The rest of the night was muted, a little melancholy. I set the alarm on my phone and turned the light off. I was just exhausted from the drama, and ready to go home. Then I realized, I didn’t know exactly where home was. It wasn’t the apartment, it wasn’t really my apartment back at school, nor was it my parent’s house. I was homeless at the moment. That was what I wanted. A sense of home. I drifted off to sleep with images of ruby slippers, and the call of “no place like home,” and then a sense of dinner on the table at Thanksgiving, and what home really meant to me. I felt like I was falling, and just let the sleep take me to these odd dreams of home.

The alarm woke me, and I got up and showered. I had mostly packed the night before so I got ready to check out of the room and headed down to the lobby. I didn’t eat breakfast as the train was leaving at 10. I got the receipt for the hotel room and put it in my backpack, and then headed out the door. A cab and twenty minutes later I was at the train station again. I walked past the men’s room where I had seen my travel companion before, and my cock twitched, as I thought about the reveal at the urinal beside me. I headed on to the gate, and there was a line forming for the 10 o’clock train. I stood in line behind a family of six with two kids fighting and running around as the Dad chased them and the Mom held one baby and the other toddler’s hand. I was hoping they weren’t in first class with me. One train ride and I was already becoming a snob. The Dad came back with the two in tow and I checked out his bulge as he walked back to his wife. It was a noticeable package and I thought the wife had made good use of it, at least the four times where we had evidence in front of us. It definitely could shoot a good load. I noticed as he stood facing me that he was freeballing and the head was showing to the left of his zipper in the thin fabric shorts. It was a nice ridged head, and I could imagine sucking on it. I must’ve been staring too hard, because it started to grow and the Dad pulled down on his shorts to adjust and hide his man pole’s thickening.

They called our train number and we all proceeded toward the train. The family continued as I stopped at the first class car and got in. I was able to stow my bags, and find my seat. Nobody was in front of me as of yet, but I was closer to the front of the line and we had a few minutes to board as of yet. I had a three hour trip ahead of me, and then likely back to the office to get the expense reports filed before I left for Japan tomorrow. I opened my backpack and reviewed my receipts. Fortunately, this expense report would be easier because there was no currency conversion this time. I sorted the receipts into the categories the accountants wanted for billing and clipped them together before putting them back into their folder. I knew I would be ready to hit the ground running once I was back in the office this afternoon. I opened my laptop and checked my school email. Nothing from Eddie, but I figured there wouldn’t be until I was back in school. I did email his work address to my account so I had it, and I saw that. But then I also saw an email to confirm my fall schedule.

I logged into the registrar’s website and found that I had an international tax seminar class added to my curriculum, so I could drop a class. I decided the litigation practicum was not going to be needed, as I was really focused on tax and the whole Ron and Jeremy debacle earlier in the summer had really soured me from pursuing litigation. Also Ron’s ass could persuade me to do a lot of things. I had a very clear image of those furry cheeks around my cock in the steamroom when I heard a voice ask me for my ticket. I looked up. It was the conductor of the train. I pulled my ticket from my backpack and handed it up to him, and as I glanced at his crotch at my eye level, I noticed he had a bulge that was down to his right. It was obvious from the way the pants were cut, the lines of the pant leg veered off around the cock, like traffic being directed around construction. I was a bit mesmerized, and he cleared his throat to get my attention. I looked up and took my ticket. I nodded and he brushed his hand to the side of his cock to flash me with the shaft as the pants fabric stretched around his member, starting to climb down his pant leg. He was an attractive man, probably forties, balding, and curly brown hair turning gray. His skin was pale white, as he didn’t seem to see a lot of the sun in his current line of work. He sauntered by me and I stared as the view turned from cock to ass. Not as much to write home about from the backside, but it was a fun dalliance for the moment. I might have to see if there’s a train equivalent to the mile high club- the longest train track club?

I returned to my school schedule and confirmed the choices, and then logged off my account. I didn’t want to be tempted to write Eddie, and besides, I needed to focus on the next work trip coming up soon. I started to do some websurfing for things to do in Japan. Man things to do in Japan. There were a slew of bathhouses, and I flagged that for me to consider. There were some bars with different themes. I wasn’t sure what free time I would have, so I figured I would keep everything in mind. I smelled the Axe body spray pass by before my travel companion flopped down into the chair in front of me. He was on the phone with his Mother complaining that she was on his case about something. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but he was talking loudly at his phone. He slumped into the chair, wearing a fraternity t-shirt for a spring mixer, and he was wearing khaki shorts. His legs were hairy, but his arms were smooth and tan. His face was tan but he had some pimples, remnants of a youth he had not yet exited. After he hung up with Mom, he took out his train ticket, set it on his shirt, and then took off his baseball cap and laid it over his face. He said in the chair with his legs spread wide, and I noticed that I could see pretty far up his leg through the short cuffs as they were opened because of his man spreading. I glanced over a little at first, and he opened his legs farther. I could see into the hairy darkness. I was curious, but there wasn’t a clear view of any skin. Only fur running up his inner thigh.

I returned to my computer screen as the conductor strolled by. He leaned over to me and asked if I wanted anything to drink? I nodded, and he set a napkin down in front of me, and he put his cock on my shoulder as he bent down. I didn’t move my shoulder but I used my finger to graze his knee to say thanks. I said, “could I have a coke please?” He stood up and nodded, and then looked at my seat mate. He nudged him awake, and asked for his ticket. The guy grabbed the paper from his chest and handed it up to the conductor without removing his cap. The conductor scanned it in, and then handed it back to him. He squirmed in his seat, moving his legs to and fro. He let his leg fall to the side, which caused his shorts to rise up his thigh. I pushed my seat back to recline and discovered I was at eye level with the leg hole opening with the furry trail inward. He shifted a little more, and his cockhead poked out from behind the fabric fold. I was witnessing his accidental flash. This was going to be a better train ride than I thought. His breathing slowed as he settled into his nap. I looked over occasionally to see if the cockhead was still there. It was also sleeping, as he was.

The conductor returned with my can of coke and he smiled at me, and I winked at him. He shook his head at me and strolled past me to help the rest of the passengers in our car. I started to map out how to get around in Japan from hotel to client, to regulators, and then to the sex clubs. Full tour! My seat mate was restless and I looked down at his leg hole again. He must have started dreaming as his cock started to grow down his leg, coming toward me at a slow pace. His head was smallish but light brown, and I could see his slit open as his cock was stretching forward. His shaft was starting to thicken too, as the dream started to get more intense for him. He shifted again, and his cock shifted downward and I could see the shaft veins pump more blood into his tube meat. He turned to his side a bit and his leg hold opened further. I saw the fur of his leg and I was clearly seeing his head almost break through the short hem boundary. He was enjoying the dream evidently as I saw a bead of precum form at that slit as it opened and closed as he flexxed his cock and it jutted out further. I sipped my coke and enjoyed the show trying to hide my leering behind my computer screen. Surprisingly, he didn’t wake up, and didn’t move much. His cock was now rock hard, and probably about 5” as he shifted around but never hiding his manhood.

The conductor brought the trolley around for lunch and I cleared my computer so I could take the tray. I looked over and my seat mate was roused by the smell of food. As he sat up, his cuff rolled back and exposed his cockhead and about an inch of shaft before he realized and pulled down his short hem. He looked around the car, and then finally at me, I stared at him and he didn’t move for a minute. Then he nodded and I nodded too, and then he adjusted his shorts and his cock was pointing up in his shorts, before he took his meal and began eating. I turned to the table, and ate my beef and potatoes in a little travel plate. I finished the meal and thought I should find a bathroom. I got up and met the conductor at the end of the car. I was passing him to open the bathroom door, and my chest met his, and I slid my hand past his crotch. His cock was soft and warm, and he grabbed my cock that was half hard watching my seatmate’s cock in his shorts. As the conductor realized my cock was thicker than he expected, his eyes got big as he gulped, and I leaned in and whispered, “and it gets bigger.” I winked as I passed by letting his cock go and pulling away from his hand. He smiled, as I opened the door and then shut it behind me. I was starting to feel a little more frisky, and a little less mopey about Eddie.

When I returned to my seat, my seatmate had resumed his nap. I reclined and was denied any more cock viewing as he must have adjusted his crotch to the other side or something. I had about 30 minutes left in the trip, so I wasn’t too distressed about the lack of view. I closed up the laptop and packed it into my backpack. I pulled out my trashy summer romance novel and read until the train pulled into the station. I got off while my seat mate stayed behind. I handed the conductor a twenty and smiled again as I departed the train. I got a cab and headed back to the office. When I arrived at the building, I got the receipt and then walked straight over to the parking garage and put my luggage from the trip in my car. I then carried the backpack up to the elevator and headed to the office. No time for the basement right now, though my cock was starting to ache from the teasing earlier on the train. I could use a little man on man action.
Maybe later this afternoon I thought. The doors opened and I breezed through the office doors, and headed back to the land of tax. Todd was on the phone and waved as I walked by and I smiled. The rest of the office was running around and busy. The din of typing and phone calls, and printers going like normal. I was back again, after the sky. And did I feel different? Maybe a little. This office seemed less important, smaller, and I felt like my life and career was bigger than the cubicle I was currently occupying.

I turned on the computer and got to work on the DC trip expense report. I scanned in receipts and double checked everything and then I submitted it online. We’ll see how it goes, I thought. I’ll be in Tokyo if there’s a problem. I was already jaded from my second business trip. There was an air of importance I had about myself. I was representing the firm. I was the talent, bringing in the money. But, I was also subordinate to Todd, Jason, and Alvaro. It was a strange pecking order. But I did feel more important than the admin staff, which upon later reflection would seem a bit dangerous since they held a lot of the power to make the office run. But, for that moment, I puffed out my chest a little more as I walked the hallways of the office.

Todd was off the phone, and I was able to catch up with him for a bit. “How was DC?” he asked. I nodded, “it was good, we had a good meeting with the regulators, and I think we are well positioned going forward to answer the questions they had.” He nodded, “did Jason ask you much about your plans for the future?” I shook my head no, “no, not really. We talked about the case a bit, and then the trip to Tokyo, which sounds like neither of you are going on?” I inquired. He nodded, “yeah, this other case has us pretty busy. You’ll be fine with Barty and Alvaro. Just a suggestion, avoid the late night antics. Those two can be pretty crazy on a trip.” I nodded, “got it sir. Thanks!” I replied.

I strode back to my cube and looked at the rest of the folders for the next trip. I had the materials I needed, but decided to go back to the vault and get a few of the key Japanese filing documents that we might need for the hearings there. I headed to the elevator and pushed the B button just for old times sake. I walked down the hall and opened the door. The lights were bright again, and as I entered “my” stall, I noticed the board was back up there. I was disappointed, but it was probably for the best. I had been in the stall once where there had been a line forming and it was unclear if they were waiting for sex or to poop. All good things must come to an end. Or end in a come? I didn’t know, but it was a sign that I needed to move on from this watering hole. I didn’t have time for the gym, so I would have to hope that the Japanese trip included some extracurricular fun.

I headed back up to the vault, and buzzed myself in. Nathan was at his desk and I smiled and waved. He waved back and I headed to the tax room. I pulled some of the key filings, and thought, the fraud piece is going to be more important for this jurisdiction than others, so I ended up with an armful of files to take up with me. Nathan had me sign them out, and we talked for a bit. “I haven’t seen you around here much,” he asked. I nodded, “yeah, I have been busy with this case. I got to go to London, which was cool.” He smiled, “did you get to play a little while you were there?” I shrugged, “maybe a little.” I had a momentary flashback to the mountain of a man that I had mounted in the sauna. Damn that was nice. My cock stirred a little at the thought. I replied, “we were awfully busy with the prep for the hearing though.” He nodded, “yeah, you jet setting lawyer types. You are on your way to being like Todd and Jason I think.” I smiled, and exhaled. “Maybe,” I replied, “but I’d like to think of myself as my own man.” He nodded, “can I ask you something,” he sort of whispered. I nodded. “Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?” I thought about it for a second and then said, “you are a nice guy. The physical didn’t work out, obviously, but you are more than just a penis.” He nodded. “Thanks,” he said finally. I shrugged back at him, “you’re welcome man. See ya around.” I turned and left the vault.

 

[hungnola9]

This story just gets better and better. Really enjoying your great writing and character development. I feel like I too work with these folks.

 

[davekcmo]

This story just gets better and better. Really enjoying your great writing and character development. I feel like I too work with these folks.

: ) thanks! I'm glad. I was hoping that the break would not lose too much of the momentum for you all.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 39

I packed up my folders into my backpack and got ready to head out. I didn’t see Todd, and I wasn’t sure what the schedule was for Alvaro’s flight. I was trying to avoid the discussion of being with both him and Barty in Japan for a week. I also wasn’t sure what to make of the case preparation, as we hadn’t had any time to talk about it. I set my backpack down and walked over to Manny’s desk. Alvaro’s door was closed. Manny looked up and I smiled at him. “Hey, how’s the mad traveler,” he asked. I replied, “a little tired from all the traveling, but I’ll recover for the next trip. So is he looking for me,” I said pointing to the office. Manny shook his head no and said, “he’s been working the phones all day. No word on you or anything about that case. I think Todd is in there now.” I nodded. “I’ve got my flight tomorrow, when is Alvaro heading out?” Manny looked at his computer. “He isn’t flying out until the afternoon. He is flying first class, so I don’t know that you’ll be on the same trip.” I nodded, “yeah, that makes sense I guess. I’m going to head out and get ready, since my plane leaves in the morning.” He nodded. “I’ll let them know, but they probably don’t even care.” I chuckled, “yeah, just another case to them I bet.” Manny turned back to his computer and I walked back to my cube. I picked up my backpack and strolled out of the office at 4:30 pm, the earliest I had ever left.

I stopped by the mall on my way home. I decided to get a briefcase if I was going to be a business traveler. I found a boutique that specialized in leather products and found a briefcase on sale. I bought it and then headed back to the car, and drove back to the apartment. I got in and opened the fridge. There was no food at all, just ketchup, hot sauce, and a beer from the taco night with the boys. That seemed so long ago, but I had a flashback to my cock in Mark’s warm tight asshole, and Sean’s cock piledriving me hard. My cock started to stretch out my boxers and I felt their body heat on both sides of me standing there with the door of the fridge still open. I closed it and decided to head out for the pollo place. I locked the door and walked across the parking lot. I looked over at the parking spot that used to house the redneck’s truck. It dawned on me how much cock I had seen in my summer here. I had enjoyed it all, but I kept thinking back to Eddie. And how I felt with him. Yes, his ass was amazing, but his smile and snuggling up to him even in a bar was more intoxicating than imagining my cock in that hot little ass of his. I thought about Ben and the flannel pants and popcorn and Friends. The theme song played in my head as I reminisced.

I opened the door to the restaurant and the music and laughter just wafted out. I smelled the chicken and thought, this is home to me right now. It felt warm and inviting. The cashier smiled as she saw me. “Hola,” she said. I nodded, “hola, numero…” she interrupted, “dos?” I nodded and we laughed. I was a regular now. I paid and got my ticket number and took a seat near the wall. There was a soccer match on the TV. I guess there is always a match being played somewhere. This was their version of home. The food, the congregation. It was like they might have in a city, in whatever country. I couldn’t really tell. There was a map of El Salvador on the wall, but on another wall, a map of Honduras. Here, they were all the same to us, some form of Mexican. But, their truth was they were also homeless, and building theirs anew. Just like me.

The cashier brought me my bag, and I said, “gracias. Buenas noches,” as I got up. She smiled and said, “de nada. Adios,” and I left. I was hungry even with the lunch on the train, and the distraction of the conductor and the frat boy. That cock of his, well, either of them, would have been tasty, but not really possible in the train car set up. Ah well, I had my cock in a box here, ready to eat. I walked up the parking lot back to my place and saw a family getting into a minivan. The father looked at me and winked. I smiled and realized he was a regular at the restaurant I had just been at, and one of the cocks I had seen at the urinal. He lived here, so close by, and yet, I was getting ready to leave. Talk about missed opportunities. But with a minivan, a wife, and kids, he had a full schedule already. Hard to probably get a minute away for a blow job. I waved and continued walking up to my door. I let myself in, and put the food on the counter. I went back out and got my luggage from the trip and brought it back inside and then threw a load of whites into the wash. I turned on the TV, and brought my food over to the table to eat.

My schedule was going to be hectic. I needed to be at the airport at 9 am for an 11 am flight, connecting in San Francisco, then a flight to Narita from there. The hotel was near the Shinjuku train station and I started to map out my subway routes to the client and figured that Barty and Alvaro would be staying in the same hotel as me. Maybe, who knows? They were taking different flights. I planned the trip as if I was on my own. To a certain degree it was my swan song for the firm. My last big work event before leaving. I finished my numero dos and put the box in the trash. I pulled the bag out and set it near the door to take it out. I moved the wash to the dryer and then I headed out to throw away the box as I was going to be gone for a while on this trip and didn’t want the place to smell. As I came back from the dumpster, my phone rang. I jumped. It had been so long since I had heard it.

“Hello,” I said, not looking at the number. “Hello there John,” it was Mr. Jacobs. “Hello sir, what is up?” I said trying to be both formal and casual, and not succeeding at either. “Well, I have the work contract for you to sign and it is emailed to your school address. Can you sign and send it back to me tonight?” I nodded, “sure thing sir. I’ll go log in and take care of it right now.” He said, “good, good. This will be a great semester for you. The tax seminar, this job, and I think there’ll be some travel with it.” I smiled, “that sounds great. I’m already getting my sea legs. I’m heading to Tokyo tomorrow.” “Japan,” he exclaimed, “how great. You’ll have to fill me in on the details when you get back.” I replied, “certainly, sir. Will do.” “I have to say, John, you are really impressing me. The school is lucky to have you as a student, as am I. I’m proud of you.” I got a little choked up. “Uh, well, uh, thank you sir. That means a lot, more than you know.” I said, “I’m glad it does. I’ll look forward to seeing you back in a couple of weeks. Don’t get too lost in Tokyo.” I laughed. “No, sir, I’ll find my way back home.” “Good, good, well, I’ll look for the signed contract.” I replied, “yes sir, coming momentarily. Good bye.” And he hung up. That was nice. And yes, coming back home. That was also nice to hear as well.

The rest of the night was pretty calm. I checked my email and saw the contract. I opened it and signed it digitally. I emailed it back and then logged off. The next step of my future was already sorted. I got to bed early, and I set the alarm for 6. I made some instant coffee and finished packing. I unboxed the new briefcase and felt very adult as I packed the folders and my laptop in it. The backpack actually held more, but I was now a real businessman. I got the rest of the bags together and headed off to the airport. I decided it was easier to drive and park than to cab in from the office. I shuttled to the terminal, and approached the ticket counter. I handed my information to the attendant who said, “there’s been a change to your ticket. Here is your new one.” She handed me the new ticket, and it was first class. I nodded and said arigato. She replied with something I couldn’t decipher. The first of many of these types of exchanges I would have in the next week.

I cleared security and then waited with my briefcase at the gate for the flight. I had three hours, so I thought, I’ll work on the beach read. I got a few pages in as the other travelers were milling about. I put my ticket in the book and put the book in my briefcase and looked for a bathroom. I found a men’s room at the end of the terminal and I saw a recently arrived flight of men pouring in. I joined their queue and stepped up to a row of urinals. The airport was old and there were no dividers along a series of eight urinals. It was a parade of cocks, long and short, thin and fat, and hairy and dark, and lighter and smooth. I was pissing, but standing back so my full length could be admired. There were quite a few lookers as I continued to pee and my compatriots swapped out for new pissers needing to go. The guy next to me had a longer cock than mine, at least soft. It was six or so inches soft and the head at least an inch of that. It was slightly purple and triangle shaped. My neighbor held his finger under it to aim and to show off the full length of his shaft to me. He pulled at his cock several times as he finished draining it, and it started to respond in his hand, getting longer and thicker. I wasn’t even jacking mine, and it started to grow just watching his.

I was at half mast as he zipped up and I decided I had better go when the neighbor to my other side was starting to jack off a bit and staring directly at me. His cock was smaller, but thick and curling upward with black pubes that formed a crown around the base of his shaft. His head was dark brown and the skin around the ridge looked like he was sort of uncut as he continued to jack his shaft up and down faster and faster. I looked over at his eyes that were fixated on my now throbbing member and I held my balls to push the shaft up for him to see the full length of mine. I was going to zip up and free my urinal, but decided to just give him a little longer to look. He actually shot a load into the urinal, then quickly pulled the handle down to flush his swimmers away. I put my now hard cock back into my slacks and found the sink next to his to wash up. He leaned over and said, “shame you aren’t going to Japan, that would be fun.” I said, “actually I am.” He smiled, “we have a long flight together, maybe we can entertain ourselves.” I smiled. I looked over at his slacks. There was a wet spot at his crotch, a cum stain giving away his secret. “Sure, sounds like a plan.” He picked up his bag and I picked up mine and we returned to the gate together.

His name was Marty and he had a business trip to Osaka. I nodded and said, “I will be in Tokyo.” He replied, “yeah, that’s where all the action is I think.” I shrugged. “Maybe, we’ll see.” The attendants called us to board, and I got up for the first class line, while Marty stayed seated. Poor guy, in steerage. I went on ahead and thought, he had an okay dick, but not worth leaving first class to suck. I waved as I entered the jetway, and then he was out of view. I’d see him board later with a cast of thousands and he didn’t even look up. I was out of his league now. There was a businesswoman next to me working on email as the plane taxied toward take off, oblivious to the calls to turn off electronics. I buckled my safety belt and closed my eyes as the engines rumbled and we sped along the runway. The plane lifted off and I was off on another adventure.

I tried to get to sleep early on the flight as it was “night” in Japan, and I wanted to see if I could get a head start in avoiding the jet lag that hampered my first days in London. I reclined and it was almost like a bed. I had wished for a pod experience for first class, but this was not the plane for that. I drifted off for a nap, but it wasn’t a great sleeping experience as it was only mid morning on my time. Maybe I’d be okay just dozing. I decided that I would sleep for the first six hours of the flight, and then try to stay up for the last part. I wasn’t sure how this would go exactly. I was due to land in the afternoon, so I figured I’d just suffer through and then sleep again. The din of movies and typing and conversation made sleeping difficult, but I did my best to convince myself that the bar sounds of this flight were normal. After my planned six hours I woke up and decided to stay awake, while the rest of the cabin was asleep. I called the stewardess and asked for a coke, and she brought me the can. The privilege of first class was the whole can. I turned on my phone and played a game on it for a while, then found a movie to watch at my seat. I had brought a few things to do, but the flight was longer than my attention span. Fortunately, the stewardesses turned on the lights as we began to approach Asia to simulate “morning” and began to brew coffee. I ate breakfast and got up out of my seat to stretch as the rest of the passengers were also doing their last stretches. I went to the bathroom and returned to the seat as we were beginning our descent into Narita.

I was a little dazed as I got off the plane. The sounds of Japanese over the intercoms, the bright lights of the airport and the strange writing, all hitting me at once. I was not in Kansas anymore! As if I had ever been to Kansas, but here we were, in the land of modern Asia. There were Japanese everywhere, actually, all sorts of Asians. I couldn’t tell, but a sea of black haired people and almond eyes. And caramel skin, I didn’t know how to describe it. Thin wispy guys, with tight asses, little cheeks, the kind my cock would split open into two. With tight pants on and fancy shirts for just walking around the airport. I was in a fog of plane ride and sleep deprivation as I headed for the luggage and then through the customs area. I pulled out my notes and decided to take the train from the airport into town. I followed the signs as best I could and asked an attendant for help. I was given a train ticket for the Narita Express and told to follow the path. I got on a train and hoped for the best. It was about an hour and a half and I tried to stay awake as best as I could. There was a snack car on the train and I got a spicy dried seaweed and rice cracker snack mix pack and a regrettable coffee. But it was good for the moment. I got off the train and traced steps to my hotel. It was a tall building with windows and signs in Japanese. I entered and checked in. I found my room and was happily able to drop off luggage and unpack a bit. I thought about finding some cock relief, but decided that it was more important to get real food and a good night of sleep.

I asked the concierge for a recommendation of “western” food as I was told in my guidebook to ask for. There was a Sizzler nearby, and I figured that would be fine. I wasn’t quite ready for full on Japanese food experiences yet. I walked over and got a nice steak and fries, probably my first Sizzler experience in several years. The chain had fallen out of favor in the U.S. but here in Japan it was still quite popular. I looked around and saw more caucasians, probably like me, trying to ease into the whole fish out of water experience a gill at a time. It was early yet for dinner, and mostly tourists were eating there, with cameras, fanny packs, and guide books to clue everyone in. I dined alone and just took in the odd juxtaposition of Asian and American themes with the type of steak meals and art work on the wall. I was tired after getting a heavy dose of protein and decided that I would go back to the hotel and get settled for an early night.