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.
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.
