Big Cock Big Law

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.
Omg but this Eddie & John story line better continue because I almost cried at the end! 😭
 
Chapter 40

I didn’t have anything scheduled for the next day, as we had planned to arrive a day or so early to get acclimated to the time zone. I wasn’t sure what the plan for Alvaro and Barty was, so I just got myself to bed early and turned on the TV. The only “English” channel was CNN, and I was finding the international news a little boring. There was an option to watch porn, but you had to buy a card at the front desk for the TV. I decided I would try it, and bought a 10 dollar card, and carried it back to my room, hiding it from the other elevator occupants. I felt dirty like I was sneaking out a nudie magazine from my friend’s dad’s bureau. I got back to my room and put the card in. The TV turned into a porn kiosk like the adult video stores back home and I flipped through a couple of channels. There was straight porn with Asians, a gay porn with two young guys, and then another porn with a black guy who had a huge chocolate dick and an Asian boy laying down with his legs open receiving it. His face seemed to be in pain, but he kept putting his ass up higher in the air to take it. The black cock started to pound his ass faster and faster and the sounds of both moaning added to the experience. I pulled my jeans off, and my cock popped out of my boxers. I started jerking off to the scene, and had to stop as the black guy pulled out and sprayed his love juice across the Asian guy's back. The scene faded to black and a new movie started. I flipped over to the two Asian guys and the thing I noticed is that their pubic hair wasn’t curly like mine, but it was straight and black. One guy had shaved his off, and with the skin and the small dick he had, it seemed pre-pubescent. The other guy had a full beard around his cock and it was longer, like 7 inches or so. The tip was pointed, and the other guy started licking it.

I settled in with this and watched them suck then the bigger dick guy bent the other over to show an amazing ass, which he buried his face into and began rimming. I was jacking off and watching this as he stood up and began to press his cock into the other’s cheeks. There was a lot of “uh, uh, uh” as they began to find a rhythm to the pounding. It was a hot scene even if both guys were hairless other than their armpits and their heads. The bottom flipped over and the top guy remounted him holding legs to his shoulders. The thrusting started to speed up and the top one pulled back out of the bottom’s ass and they both jacked off and shot their loads onto the shaved dick guy’s chest. I closed my eyes as my cock started to rhythmically pulse out my own love juice onto my chest. It had been a few days since I last came, and I could tell. My cock had squirted more than normal as I guess I had been saving that load for a rainy day, and a storm of Japanese porn had just let loose the clouds. I got up and found a tissue in the bathroom and then turned off the porn for tonight. I set the alarm and l drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Asian ass and straight black pubes.

I woke up in the middle of the night, and was wide awake. I decided to stay in bed and just force myself to go back to sleep which took some doing, but I was glad that I did. I did eventually doze off again I suppose, because I awoke at 5 am, refreshed and ready to start the day. I pulled the card out of the slot in the TV and hid it in a dresser drawer under my socks, as I didn’t want the maids to know that I was that lascivious. I got ready and headed downstairs to the breakfast area with my guidebook in hand. I asked if Bartholomew or Alvaro had checked in, and the concierge said, no, there were no guests registered under those names. I was on my own. They were probably living it up at a nicer hotel. I decided that I was fine with that, because I had my freedom then, and I headed to the breakfast bar the hotel offered. There was a mix of Asian and American favorites, eggs and sausage on one side, and fruit and rice porridge on the other. I stayed with what I knew and built a farmhouse style plate out of the fixings and found some coffee before sitting down. I flipped through the pages and planned out a day or sight seeing, figuring I would reach out to my fellow travelers in a while. I wanted to have some “me” time too. I set out after breakfast to explore Japan.

The first stop on my free day tour was a Shinto shrine nearby. It was a placid space, silent and reflective. The inside of the temple was a good ten degrees cooler than the outside air that was rapidly getting warm and humid in the Japanese summer sun. I stayed about an hour just wandering and being grateful for the peacefulness of this space. It was timeless and motionless like I had been freeze framed - a pause on the videotape of life. It felt nice to be present for once. I reflected on my current life, travel, work, Eddie, school, just feeling like I was at the great crosswalk of life- turn left, go straight, turn right, just stop. Or turnaround. A monk came up and sat next to me. It was silent. He put a hand on my shoulder. I turned. He nodded. I nodded in reply. He leaned in. I wasn’t sure what he’d say. He whispered in very good English, “you will be fine. Just trust your heart.” I nodded. It was like a sign. I wanted to go back to school and finish my degree. It was the universe telling me to not be distracted. The monk patted my back as he got up and shuffled away. I stayed a minute or two more and decided I had been removed from the world long enough. It is now about returning to the land of the living.

There was a tea house in the middle of a park. I was ready to eat, and that sounded like a good introduction to Japanese food. I entered and found a seat on the floor near a window that looked out over the park including a lake. It was pure Japan. I had light snacks and a green tea, and they performed the tea ceremony for me. It was a little overdone but I enjoyed the experience. Watching the young guys stir the tea and pour with such elan. I felt like I had returned to the Shinto shrine. It was pleasant and less hectic than the rest of the city felt like. I found the whole day just peaceful and easy. I left after an hour and I checked my watch. 2:30, with the rest of the day ahead. I thought about doing something gay, but I decided to just do some shopping since I was in the heart of Tokyo’s cool district.

I looked for some souvenirs but I couldn’t really decide who I’d buy stuff for, and what I’d buy. Sean and Mark, sure. I did need something nice for the travel admin who had helped me so much. The pearls were expensive but I thought that might be the thing to buy. I would look at some other shop options when I returned to the hotel. As I was strolling along the mall and checking out the Japanese guys, the fashionistas with their asymmetric haircuts, thick framed glasses and what I thought might be make-up on the guys. There was a feeling of androgyny to the aesthetic, and I kept looking for the “real” men but not seeing any. I think I really wanted curly pubes; maybe I am racist, but I was not finding anything to get my cock to stir. Nothing really struck my interest and I was getting ready to turn and leave my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered. “John my boy,” it was Barty. “Hello sir, did you arrive in town yet?” He laughed, “yes, we just got in and settled. We are staying over at the Four Seasons. You should come by. We are looking to grab an early dinner and maybe some night life.” I nodded, “that sounds great. I’ll head over your way in a bit. I’m out at a shopping mall. I can be there for 5 pm?” He replied, “why don’t you arrive at about 8. We’ll get dinner and then maybe go out for a bit. “Sounds good,” I replied, and then he said, “we’ll meet you in the lobby then. Cheers.” I hung up and thought, here we go. An outing with two guys looking to impale me with their cocks. And frankly, each of their cocks were worth a ride, but not because they were having a childish bet about who could race into my cheeks first. My ass, my decision. And my decision was for Eddie to impale me, not either of those two. That was an interesting resolution, given the calmness of my day before going shopping.

I headed back to my hotel, a less lux version of a hotel than the four seasons. But I was completely satisfied with the accommodations, especially because I was on my own. I returned to my room and looked at the clock. It was 4 pm, and I figured I had a little time. I turned on CNN and watched a little news of the world. I thought that I could leave in 30 minutes and be there. I took my time and got ready. I put on a nice shirt and zhuzhed my hair. I didn’t realize how long it had gotten. I hadn’t had time to get it cut before London, and it was now a couple of weeks since. I didn’t want to get my hair cut here given the crazy styles I had seen. But, I may need to figure something out.

At about 7:30, I headed out and followed my phone’s directions over to the Four Seasons. I sat in the lobby waiting for the guys. I watched the international jet set pass by. It was quite a parade of riches. Embarrassingly so. I was watching a particularly handsome European man who was distinguished and coiffed, but handsome in an older man, dripping with money sort of way. The guys emerged from an elevator that the distinguished guy entered, so I was already looking their way. I waved, and they waved back. I stood up and walked over to meet them. “John, it is great to see you.” I smiled, “it is great to see the two of you.” Let’s go find something to eat, and then perhaps some fun.” I nodded, “sounds great.” We headed out of the hotel. Barty knew of a Ramen place that was fancy and expensive and that we’d enjoy.

The Ramen place had little flags in blue with embroidery, that I would later learn was called sashiko, and lots of calligraphy hanging on every wall. There were paper screens separating diners. It was a maze of screens and walls, and we tucked into a corner with a nice table. Barty ordered beer for him, and Alvaro, I asked for green tea. The waitress left and they said, why not a beer. I said, “no I should pace myself. It’s a different time zone and I want to make sure I’m ready for tomorrow’s meeting with the client.” They smiled. “You’ll be fine,” Alvaro responded. We ordered soup and noodles, and I stuck with chicken, and they were more adventurous with seafood options. I enjoyed the broth and the variety of soup ingredients. The tea was nice, and they brought me a little pot so I had a couple of glasses. The guys had another round of beer, and then another. They were getting more loose as the meal went on. Barty leaned over and said loudly, “have you developed a taste for the Asian man yet?” I looked at him puzzled. “I know you like muscle guys, but I will tell you the boyish Asian imp can be quite intoxicating,” he said, rubbing my knee. I shifted my leg away and said, “I can see that. I do like a man’s man. But, I will say, a nice ass is a nice ass.” They both smiled and nodded in agreement. “Well, I’ll just have to find out while I am here.” They smiled at me. I smiled back.

“Let’s go get a drink,” Barty said, after Alvaro paid the bill. “Sure, the first round is on you,” Alvaro replied, then turned to me, “but they won’t have tea there.” I nodded, “okay, okay, I’ll have a beer.” We headed over to the gay district and found a gay muscle bar with male dancers. I was enjoying the men as I looked up and watched their overdeveloped asscheeks gyrate around. I could see my cock in several of these and I just watched mesmerized. Barty handed me a beer, and we walked over closer to the dance floor platform so I could get a better look. Give them a bill, Barty said, and I went over and held up a 100 yen bill. The muscle guy squatted down in front of me and I put the bill into his briefs and I quickly felt his cock lying dormant in the fabric. I caressed his ass from behind, and he ground his cheeks into my hands. I smiled and said, “arigato,” my only japanese. He smiled and simply nodded and grunted, “hi,” as he stood up and continued his swiveling hips for the crowd of us below.

I returned to the guys and said, “that was nice.” They laughed and Alvaro said, “there’s more of that for you if you are interested.” It was a nice bar, but not really my scene. The guys started to chat a few of the guys up. There were several guys around them, mostly because they were buying drinks for them. I decided to get a soda, and switch out early. I tried to order a coke, but that wasn’t working between the music and the language barrier. I finally pointed at a perrier, and he understood. I got a green bottle and walked around checking out the scene while my older lawyer friends were gathering quite the gaggle of boys. I was ready to go back to the hotel, and the guys were occupied, so I excused myself and waved goodbye to Alvaro. He waved to me and returned to the affections of a couple of younger guys. Barty had his tongue down one guy’s throat and his arm around another at the same time. They were creating quite a scene in a culture that was notoriously private.

I left and found myself outside on a busy street with lights everywhere and cars speeding by. I headed back to the hotel and just walked along the street. Even though it was nearly 11, I felt safe. I walked back to my hotel and found my room. I put the porn card back in and it worked again. I turned on some inter-racial porn, a white guy was getting fucked by an Asian guy, and the white guy’s cock was bouncing up and down, and his bush glistened with his sweat. I was actually too tired to jack off, and I just got undressed and headed to bed. I finally turned off the TV and set the alarm on my phone for 6 am. I drifted off to sleep and imagined the dancer’s ass and my hands feeling the cheeks rotate on them. My fingers twitched as I could still feel his muscles and how they rippled underneath his underwear.
 
Chapter 41

My alarm woke me at 6 am, and I stretched as I rolled over to turn it off. I was in Tokyo and not sure how the day would go exactly. We had a client meeting at 1 pm, and the regulator meeting at 2 pm. I put on sweats and headed for breakfast in the hotel. I came back with my coffee and eggs (I couldn’t yet work up to rice porridge in the morning), and started reviewing my notes for the hearings. The big question was for the client to explain the valuation approach to their filings, as some of the errors appeared to hang on the “estimates” that the accountants used in their calculations. It was very technical, and required an understanding of who knew what and when, and whether the accountants or the client themselves had lied. I suppose the correct legal term is “misrepresented,” but the real question then became what impacts did the misrepresentation have on future transactions, like loans. Again, it was all very technical.

Back at the vault, I had taken a large whiteboard and mapped out the timeline, and then started to evaluate the loans, and the bank statements. It felt a little messy, and there were a couple of years that were clearly off as the numbers seemed to be too similar year over year to be accurate. It was a bit of cut and paste I thought, and that was how I first started to get suspicious. But I was the only one who caught the connection. I put together the documents, and had post-it notes to show step by step where the numbers had aligned and why I was concerned, and then had questions for the teams. I wasn’t sure how this was going to work in a hearing with Barty and Alvaro, and given their state of intoxication last night, what kind of shape they would be in. But, I also realized that they had the morning to recover as well. So, the old hands of this tax law business would be fine I hoped.

The morning flew by as I continued to map out arguments, and organize my paperwork. I got ready and put on the best suit I had with the Terrance tie. I looked smashing, even if a little unkempt with the hair. It was too late to worry about that, so I just slicked it back as best as I could, and hoped that the fact that I was caucasian would explain away any sort of lack of appropriateness. I was handsome looking in the mirror, and I flashed myself a smile and thought, I am ready for this. I gathered everything into my briefcase, which still smelled of new leather as I unzipped it and then rezipped after. I headed down the elevator and over to the gargantuan train station at Shinjuku, and figured out the right train to the client’s office.

We were all slammed together in the subway car, and this Japanese guy in front of me kept backing his ass into my crotch. The motion and the warmth caused me to stir. And lengthen. And harden. He nestled his cheeks into me and I felt them flex around my cock. I adjusted my shaft to point upward and he jutted his ass into it with more force. I think he knew what he was doing. I didn’t, however, and nearly missed my stop as I plowed through a sea of suits toward the door. I narrowly left before the doors shut and the train sped off, me still hard in my suit with my briefcase. I still had my wallet which was my main concern. But the cock was demanding attention and I suspected my boxers were getting moist with precum. I guess I was developing the taste for Asian men as Barty and Alvaro had asked about the night before. I was definitely horny and ready to get my dick on.

I found the office building and entered through large glass doors. I approached the reception desk and handed them the client information I had printed out. They pointed to a bank of elevators and held up fingers for three, the floor that the offices were on I guess. I got in and pushed 3. The doors opened and there was a rush of people out and in. I swam upstream with the salmon, and got out and turned to the left where I saw the name in English and a bunch of Japanese characters. I entered the office and the receptionist asked me in English what I wanted. I said that I was here for a meeting with their legal team and handed her the printed outlook calendar invitation they had sent me. She nodded and said, “please wait a minute. I will take you to the conference room. I need to make sure it is ready.” I nodded and she darted off. I heard English voices behind me and saw Barty and Alvaro enter in full suit and tie regalia, loudly talking about the car ride over and the efficiency of the Tokyo roadways.

“Hello there Mr. Richmond,” Alvaro said, and I smiled and waved. They approached, and I said, “the receptionist is making sure the legal team is ready.” Barty nodded and was staring at the young guys in the office. “Have you spotted any promising young men for the evening,” he whispered at me. I thought about the guy on the subway and my cock started to stir again, after finally subsiding on the walk over to the office. “A couple of them,” I nodded, and then said, “but we are here for work.” Alvaro leaned in and said, “we met a couple of nice ones after you left last night. We are having dinner with them tonight if you’d like to join.” I nodded. “Sure, that sounds like fun,” I said, and Barty said, “oh I hope so indeed after the money we spent on drinks for them. The investment towards tonight’s fun.” I thought, so sad, it’s all about the transaction, and yet, relief as they wouldn’t be so interested in my ass if they had others to choose from.

The receptionist returned and said, “please follow.” We nodded and did so through a maze of cubicles toward a corner with a conference room. We entered and there were six men and two women standing. We shook hands and assembled around the table. The eldest of the Japanese, a short man with white hair spoke first. “Welcome to the company. We are pleased you are here.” Alvaro responded, “thank you for having us, we are so honored to represent you.” They nodded and we nodded back. The guy to the eldest’s right spoke next. “We want to know what you plan to say at the hearing. We want to be prepared.” Barty spoke next, “we want to present the general themes at this introductory meeting, without the details yet. It is like the blossoming of the chrysanthemum.” They nodded. “What legal claims do you expect to bring,” the Japanese gentleman asked. “Well, eventually, we need to discuss the potential for fraud,” Alvaro returned. “Can you discuss this ‘fraud’ with us right now?” one of the women asked. Barty replied with a statement of it’s premature, we are still working over the numbers. The woman countered with, “could you provide an example for us to understand.” Barty looked at Alvaro with a look of panic.

I spoke up. “This is a bit complicated to explain, but we began to identify inconsistencies with filings about five years ago. The annual forms from that year and the following year included the same exact numbers for income. And that to me was a trigger of a larger problem, perhaps.” I took a breath and continued, “there would have been currency exchange rate calculations in the middle of both transactions so there is a possibility that the resulting numbers were the same, but it would be so unlikely because the underlying values are different and the exchange rates at the time would have been different as well, so you would need to have both line up exactly to create the real prospect of similar values, and the fact that this happened not once but at least eight times over a three year period, it just didn’t seem to be possible at all.” I took another breath. “Barty sir, is correct, it is early in the forensic investigation, but because of the inconsistencies and because of the common element of the single accounting firm, and frankly of two of the same accountants filing in multiple jurisdictions, we felt it only prudent to both alert you of the discrepancy, but also prepare a vigorous defense.” I rested my case there.

Barty nodded at me and Alvaro smiled a bit before turning back to the Japanese team. “You see, we wanted to proceed cautiously, but with an eye toward providing you with the best possible options to rectify the matter.” The Japanese nodded and each flipped through pages. It was my memo but it had been translated into Japanese. I assume Alvaro or Manny had that done. They were quiet for a number of minutes, and then the eldest spoke again. “We are worried about the relationship we have with the accountancy firm. It doesn’t sound like you are certain.” I took a deep breath and said, “we are certain of the fraud. We are not yet certain to the extent. In my example, I reverse engineered the transaction, and realized that the numbers across the three jurisdictions could not have been correct. I also identified that the same two accountants signed off on all of the documents over that time period. I also then compared the numbers to the internal support documents that you provided, and the numbers were strikingly off, in some cases by 35%, which would exceed any de minimis adjustments for currency fluctuations.” I took a breath and stopped. The eldest turned to me and asked, “why do we need to bring this to the government’s attention right now?”

Alvaro took over and explained, “because this is systemic across the U.S. and the U.K. as well, and we are filing similar corrections and documentation in the other jurisdictions, so it will become known to your government, as the other regulators will discuss the claims with yours to confirm filings and discrepancies.” There was a hush over the room. I looked at my watch. It was about 1:45 and we were due to leave in a couple of minutes to walk over to the government offices that were down the street. The eldest Japanese man grunted, “hi,” and they all bowed their heads at us. Alvaro and Barty bowed their heads back, so I followed. I didn’t know what that meant, but I think it must have been assent. The Japanese stood up, and we followed and we all exited the room. We were outside of the building before anyone spoke.

Alvaro turned to me and said, “good job. I wasn’t sure they were up for the disclosure of the errors.” I nodded. “Thank you sir.” Barty turned to me, “you were really able to give them specifics which was nice.” I smiled briefly, but then Alvaro said, “the next part of this will be just as inscrutable.” We walked into the government office. It was sterile and unusually quiet. We approached the desk and they told Barty, who spoke some Japanese, that the hearing was on the fifth floor. We took the elevator up in silence as we were surrounded by men in suits and it was unclear who was who. The eldest Japanese guy and his compatriot from the client’s company joined us as well. They were stone faced as we rode up the elevator. It was a rather solemn occasion. I would later learn that it was the first time they had been called to a hearing in over forty years.

The regulatory staff were already seated in a courtroom-like panel. We sat in the chairs lined up under the dais, a physical representation of the power dynamic. We waited until 2, and at precisely the second, the center person on the panel turned on his microphone and began speaking in Japanese. This is where Barty was useful. He explained in Japanese, the basics of my memo and the legal arguments. After having heard me run through the evidence, he was able to explain it to them in Japanese, another reason why Alvaro invited him to join us in this adventure. At least part of the reason. The hearing was over in about 20 minutes. We found out later from Barty that the government told the client that they had been made aware of inconsistencies in past filings, but had not further explored it as the reputation of the company carried so much weight and prosecution resources were so limited. But, the regulators were pleased that the company had come forward, and they had honored their counsel’s request to do this hearing under seal so that the details would not be made public. The client was happy, both at the result and that we had preserved their media reputation.

We were outside again and shaking hands with the client representatives that were with us before turning to the subway station nearby. We approached the entrance, then Barty turned around and said, “the coast is clear.” Alvaro turned and opened his phone. A black SUV pulled up and we got in. The SUV took us to the Four Seasons where we exited. Alvaro turned to me and explained, “We normally hire a car service, but in Japan they think it’s ostentatious so we have to pretend to take the subway.” I nodded. I liked the subway, especially the Asian ass that was giving my cock so much attention this morning. I took a breath and the blood started flowing towards my member again. “Anyway, this was a faster trip than on the crowded subway, although it's likely not bad for this time of day,” Alvaro explained. I nodded. “Anyway, our dinner plans are at 7:00 with the young gentlemen we met last night, so you must come join us.” I said, “sure, I’ll be there, but I’d like to change first. Text me where you want me to meet” They agreed, and I left to take the dismal subway with the rest of the plebeians.
 
Chapter 42

Back at my hotel, I changed into jeans and a t-shirt. I decided that I would get out a bit and maybe find a haircut. I approached our concierge and asked where I could get a men’s haircut that was more for “westerners” than perhaps the stylish Japanese men of Tokyo. The woman stopped and said, “here is good. I draw a map for you.” She had a pad of Shinjuku maps where she marked off a location that was a few blocks away. I thanked her as she tore the copy off and handed it to me. I walked out the door and followed the map up the street and around to the location. It was a smaller shop with only Japanese male barbers working there. I walked in and the guy at the desk asked if I was Mr. John. I nodded and he took me over to a handsome tall barber named Riku. I smiled at him and he nodded. The desk guy said something in Japanese and Riku answered with a “hi.” He pointed to the chair and I sat down.

He put a plastic cape over my clothes and snapped it in the back. His hands were strong and he started to massage my shoulders. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It felt so good to be manhandled. He continued to massage my neck and the base of my skull. Then down my shoulders to the mid back and back up. He said something in Japanese and then picked up scissors and started cutting. He pointed to the pictures of male haircuts posted around his mirror and then looked at me. I looked over the styles and picked one that looked similar to my own, parted on the side, with some length, but over the ears. He nodded and began snipping away. His touch was strong but soft. He would massage my neck as he turned it. As he was working the hair over my ears, he leaned his crotch into the chair. I felt his leg on my hand under the cape.

I turned my hands over on the armrests and then he moved to the other ear. I felt the leg press against my open hand, so I wiggled my fingers a bit. He didn’t move but then leaned in further, continuing to snip all the while. When he stood in front of me to work my bangs, I could see his cock in his slacks pointing downward. I left my hands open and up, and he rewarded me with several more options for groping as he continued to make hair over my ears and even the top of my head evenly distributed. I think there was more scissor snipping of air than of hair as his cock was getting its massage from me as he continued to lean over. He whispered something in Japanese into my ear as he was leaning over and I had my hand completely around his swollen shaft. I gripped his cock through his slacks and my cape, felt his shaft thicken and throb a little, jumping in my fingers. He stood up and his cock was now prominently showing in his trousers, and he stood behind me and massaged my shoulders some more.

He turned me around to the mirror and showed me his handiwork. I nodded, it was so much better than when I came in. I pulled out a 1000 yen note and handed it slyly to him. I didn’t know if you were supposed to tip, but after the chance to feel up that cock, it seemed only fair. He looked side to side and then took it discreetly out of my hand. He took off the cape and I had to adjust my cock as the pseudo hand job had also gotten me hard. I followed him up to the counter where he put his hands together and bowed at me so I did the same back to him. I watched him turn and walk back to his chair for the next customer, those pants still tented from my hand job. I smiled as I paid for the hair cut. I walked out and down the street. There were clothing shops along the street and I stopped at a men’s clothier that was around the corner from the barber shop.

I didn’t see anything immediately that I liked, but the store clerk helped me find a nice patterned shirt that was more like evening wear. I had explained that I was having dinner out and didn’t want to look so stuffy as being in a suit. I bought the shirt and decided that I would wear it this evening. I returned to the hotel and made a cup of green tea in my room. It was starting to grow on me, the tea versus the coffee. Mostly because the coffee in Japan was so bad in general. I got ready and headed back to the Four Seasons. I didn’t get a location from the guys, so I figured I would just show up there and see. I arrived at the lobby at 6:45 and texted them that I was there. I got a thumbs up from Alvaro and just waited. They showed up about 10 minutes later both wearing Japanese fashions that they had recently purchased. I wasn’t sure if they could pull off the wild printed shirts, and I still looked like the boring one even though I had tried to spice it up.

Alvaro asked me, “did you get a hair cut?” I nodded and said, “yes, I got them all cut.” My dad joke of the day. Neither laughed. I dropped it. “So, where are we going?” I asked moving on from the faux pas. Barty said, “we are heading to this sushi restaurant the boys know.” I asked, “who are these boys?” Alvaro said, “oh they have cute names like hakuku or rusaru or something, I can’t recall.” Barty turned and said, “Haruki and Hikaru. It’s like palindromes or something.” I nodded, overlooking the racism of the two of them. Alvaro said, “they’re in college and absolutely sweet as a button, the both of them.” I nodded. I followed them out to another black SUV. “We use this company as a car service. You should consider it for the airport if you want,” Alvaro explained to me. I nodded. “Thank you sir, I’ll keep it in mind.” We rode over to the restaurant which had pictures of seafood on the windows. “Have you had sushi before, Mr. Richmond,” Barty asked, oddly formal. “No I haven’t,” I replied. “It’s the only fish I put in my mouth,” Barty said in a joking fashion. I didn’t really get it, but I chuckled in response.

The SUV pulled up to the restaurant and we all got out. There were two boys who didn’t look legal sitting on benches near the entrance. They stood up together as we entered. “Hello there boys,” Alvaro began, “and this is Mr. Richmond.” They smiled and bowed at me and I nodded back to them. We were seated and I was on one end of the table, and Barty and Alvaro bookended the two boys at the other end of the table. It was an odd counterbalance between the two sides. The boys ordered tea and the men had beer as per usual. There were hands on chairs, and the older guys started leaning into the younger guys talking more animatedly and loudly as the beers continued to flow. I had tea and a nice chicken katsu and salad, while Barty and Alvaro ordered crazy sushi with different fish and vegetables. I couldn’t really keep up. They asked the boys if they wanted to come back to their hotel and they sheepishly said ok. I wasn’t sure if I felt like witnessing this, but I wanted the ride back to the hotel, because the restaurant was far away and I wasn’t sure I could navigate the subway from this location.

We finished dinner and Alvaro picked up the bill. I thanked them and we all left the restaurant, the men with their arms draped around the boys. Alvaro called the SUV on his phone and it emerged. We got in and there was a limo feel to this one, with an open area and two bench seats facing each other. I sat in the side chair perpendicular to the benches and Alvaro and his boy took one, and Barty and his took the other. They were kissing and pawing at the boys once the door shut and I was oddly aroused at the voyeur aspect of the scene, and oddly ashamed that I was so into the trashiness of it. The boys had each taken the men’s cocks out of their trousers and began fondling them, as the men forced their tongues further into their mouths. There were sucking and slurping sounds from the kisses, a frenetic energy. The next thing I saw, the boys had their slacks around their knees and the guys were feeling up their cocks and asses through their underwear. Barty’s boy leaned over and started blowing him, his long thin cock being too much a temptation to resist.

The boy's ass was right in my face and I couldn’t resist. I leaned over and stuck my tongue between his cheeks and he moaned through Barty’s crotch and started backing his ass into my mouth as he continued to swallow Barty’s man pole. I licked his hole and then down to his taint where his balls dangled through his legs. I caught a little of his sack as he was thrusting back into my face, his legs open and his asshole winking at me. I returned my tongue to his moistness and stuck it deep into his folds, feeling the muscles gyrate around my tongue. Barty turned the boy around and began tonguing his asshole the way I had done, the boy now facing me with his eyes closed and no expression on his face. I leaned over and tried to kiss him but he pulled away when he realized it was me and where my face had just been. I tweaked his nipples and he smiled a little as Barty worked his ass with his tongue and his smooth tapered fingers.

Meanwhile, Alvaro’s boy had unsheathed his male member and was working on swallowing it, kneeling in front of him. Alvaro just pulled down his slacks and let the boy work his cock. The boy moved over and laid down on the bench seat with his legs toward me, and I could reach his ass from my seat. I leaned over and massaged the boy’s butt cheeks as he worked on Alvaro’s cock. I could feel how tight that guy’s ass was, and I leaned over and unbuttoned his slacks and pulled at them. He grabbed his belt and shoved his slacks down on his thighs while still sucking on Alvaro’s cock. I now had a full view of this guy’s moon, the cheeks, so smooth and tight, the crack of his ass in view, and I leaned over and stuck my tongue into that boy’s asscrack. He arched his hips upward a bit, and I dug in further, my tongue finding his asshole and licking it, probing for a way in. He began to thrust against the bench, working his ass against my tongue while sucking on Alvaro’s cock. Alvaro’s eye’s were closed and his head was tilted back. The SUV was speeding along and every once in a while we’d turn and I would need to shift my weight to stay on top of the boy sucking his asshole, while he sucked on Alvaro’s cock.

The SUV slowed to a stop and the scene continued for a bit before Alvaro and Barty rebuttoned their trousers and convinced the boys to pull up their britches. I wiped my face with my hand, having rimmed both boys I had ass on my face I thought, as I departed the vehicle. Alvaro and Barty asked if I wanted to join them upstairs, but I declined, and headed back to my hotel. Evidently, the boys would stay the night and the four of them would fuck on the bed taking turns between the two men. I had had my fun with them, and frankly the asses were great, but I was looking for a full meaty hairy man ass of the American persuasion. I was not opposed to the Asian ass, but I was ready to go home. The trip had been a success at least from the business side of things. But, the interpersonal part of the trip, between the bet between Alvaro and Barty, the stress of being in a country where the language didn’t make sense, and the boy-man dynamic was a bit too much for me. I was ready to go back to the United States.

I got back to the hotel and turned in. I woke up the next day, with an open schedule. My flight wasn’t until the following day, and so I decided to work on finding a decent gift for the travel admin who had arranged all of this. I looked online and found a shop that sold pearls that while were expensive, I thought I could find something that would work for her. I bought a strand of black pearls that I thought were striking. In the same mall I found a shop that sold traditional Japanese tea sets and I got a set for Sean and Mark. I also picked up a kintsugi bowl with cracks in gold that I thought my mother would like. I wasn’t sure buying this stuff would be easy to transport, but I figured I would get this in a carry on. I had the clerks wrap them well for an international plane ride, and I headed back to the hotel.

I decided I had earned a break and headed out for the “onsen,” after dropping off my purchases at my hotel room. There was a famous gay one near my hotel, and it boasted 8 floors of fun. I walked over and found it. I paid the admission and was let in. I received a towel and a locker key. I undressed and brought the key back as they held them at the desk. I started walking around and I realized it was midweek and very few would be here. I found a soaking pool with jets and started to let the jets work my lower back, closing my eyes. I really found Japan to be a calming place, the meditative quality of the experiences in the temple and now the soaking pool. I heard a splash as I was joined by another bather. I kept my eyes closed until I felt a hand on my thigh. I didn’t respond, only opening my legs a bit. The hand continued to root around my thighs and work its way upward. I stretched my shoulders back and forth, keeping my eyes closed like I was not really aware that he was trying to reach my growing fun stick. I looked over and it was another white guy, older with glasses and thinning black curly hair and a bald spot.

I closed my eyes, and turned my torso to him still underwater and he found the magic center with my thick and hard meat cannon, already erect and waiting for attention. His hands worked my man pole gently and then he started caressing my ball sack, while beginning to jack my cock off slowly, but deliberately. I looked at him and his eyes were closed, focusing on the sensual pleasure he was giving me. I was going to reach over to his cock, but he was not really easily reachable and I was enjoying the act of being serviced. I closed my eyes again, and let my legs fall further to the sides, as he continued to work my cock and balls underwater. I felt his ball hand slide under my ass further and further until I felt a finger hit my asshole. At that point I opened my eyes and realized he was now standing over me. His chest was hairy and his pecs had turned into moobs over time, with wisps of black curly pubes over the nipples. His belly was round and furry, what I could see over the water horizon, and so I backed away from his finger slightly and he retreated his hand back to my balls.

I then reached over and felt the furriness of his crotch and a rock hard penis that was about five inches long, curved upward and so thick I couldn’t get my fingers around it. I started to jack him as he was jacking me. I took my other hand and felt up his balls that were swimming weightlessly in the jets of the soaking tub. I was amazed at how thick his cock was and I wondered what it would feel like in my ass. Could I even take it? He was wanting to explore my hole, but I wasn’t ready for anyone besides Sean to knock at my back door. I closed my eyes, jacking him and thinking about Sean and Mark and that amazing three way we had. My ass puckered for Sean’s cock, I could still feel my cock in Mark’s greedy ass, and I had this thick hook of a cock in front of me, I was tempted to let him into my puckering pink butt hole. Instead I reached under his ballsack and his thighs were firmly together blocking any back door action he might have. So I reached up and tweaked his nipple, pinching it gently and flicking it with my fingers. He liked that, as his cock jumped in my hands as I teased his furry nipples.

I pulled him up to the bench I was sitting at, his feet now on the seat, and his cock at my face emerged from the water. I put it in my mouth, about an inch or so of that massive head. It was as thick as the rest of the shaft and it pointed upward as if he came it would go straight up. I worked the shaft with my thumb as I swallowed more and more of its curved thickness, and I felt it occasionally pulse in my mouth as it continued to grow and thicken. He started to lean into my face and then away, not really thrusting, but working his cock in and out of my mouth and through my fingers. I matched his rhythm and placed my other hand under his ball sack so I could push against his taint as he backed off of my mouth. He liked the pressure of the underhand, and he started to pick up his pace.

I felt his cock get even thicker and my thumb under his shaft could feel him flex his cock as he was trying to reach deeper and deeper into my mouth. His cock started to leak pre cum and I could taste a little saltiness with the smell of the chlorine in the soaking tub. He started to breathe heavily as he was getting more and more aroused. He kept up the in and out of his cock in my mouth as he continued to get harder and harder. It felt like warm steel in my hands, that thick hook of a dick. He could probably fuck me and hold my bodyweight with that massive thick pole of his. I continued to press my fingers into his taint and I could feel those muscles and tendons responding to his cock’s flexing toward the back of my throat. He started to moan, saying, uh, uh, uh, uh, as his cock started to spasm. It was the moment of release, and I felt that cock jump up and down in my mouth and the warm sticky liquid spraying all over the roof of my mouth. I had to swallow twice while he was cumming, there was so much of it. He was screaming ah ah ah, as he unloaded his balls into my mouth, his cock spasming and his taint reverberating from all the spooge he was shooting into me. I didn’t let go and he must have come for over thirty seconds before he calmed down a bit and then backed completely out of my mouth.
 
Chapter 10

Todd led me down the corridor and out to the lobby. He said, “the vault is two floors below us. Only a handful of law firm staff have access, and you are the only summer intern that has ever had access. Consider yourself special.” I nodded. I didn’t know what to say. It was a privilege. But I was also going to be leaving to go back to school in August. But you know, I could blow off a week to go to Tokyo. Fuck, I could drop the whole semester, this was far better than sitting in Secured Transactions classes and the like. Todd showed me a separate badge he had on his lanyard. “This is the vault badge. Jason already signed the form to issue you one. The security staff will get one for you, and we’ll go by their desks first. Then the vault awaits.” He smirked, and I nodded. Was this all really necessary? The elevator opened and we walked down the hall. There was a large metal door, no glass at all, and Todd used his badge then a code to open it.

I stepped inside and there was a sea of cubicles, and Todd flagged a guy in the desk nearest to the wall. He was quiet and nerdy, with thick glasses and oily hair, wearing a polo shirt and jeans. He stood up and walked over to us. I looked down and noticed the biggest bulge I had seen yet at this firm. It snaked down his right leg at least five inches, and was as thick as my wrist I thought. I was completely taken aback. I thought if that came through the basement glory hole, I’d be in heaven. I had to regain my composure quickly. I looked over at Todd who was focused on the guy in front of us. “Hey Nathan,” Todd said, “this is the guy who needs a vault badge. His name is John Richmond.” I smiled at Nathan and said, “Hi, how’s it going?” Nathan didn’t look at me or Todd. He nodded and said, “oh yes, I remember that paperwork. Very strange. We’ve never done this for a summer intern.” He then looked at me pointedly and said, “you must be special.” I nodded and said, “just very lucky. I am here to work.” I looked at him and then my eyes drifted back to his cock. He must have noticed, because he shifted his weight from leg to leg and then covered his bulge with a hand. I looked back at Todd who then was a bit puzzled by Nathan’s stance.

“Nathan, we’d like to have this issued now so we can leave Mr. Richmond with the boxes for the new matter that Jason is overseeing.” Nathan looked over at Todd, “oh yes, that case. So many boxes. So many.” He shook his head and turned to go back to another desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a badge. “You have a lanyard already?” he asked. I said, “yep, have it right here,” as I took a thumb to the lanyard around my neck. He brought over the badge and said, “here put this with the other lanyard. He gave me a post-it with a number 3647 on it. “This is your personal code for the door. You’ll need it for any access, coming or going, and for the copier over there.” He pointed to a corner where an old Xerox machine was running. I took the post-it and put it in my wallet. Nathan then said, “no, you’ll have to memorize it now so I can shred it.” I thought, this is crazy. So, I looked at it and came up with a mnemonic. Three six four seven, became “these sick for heaven.” I handed the post-it back to him and he sauntered over to the shredder and disposed of it.

As he shuffled back I noticed the bulge seemed more prominent. It looked like it might just burst from his pants. I looked up at him and this time he looked at me and then smiled a bit. Todd was distracted by another colleague who had stopped by to ask something. I turned to him, “so, fancy meeting you here in a place like this.” He said, “but I work here, you should meet me in a place like this.” I nodded and chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right,” I said and I winked at him. He was smiling at me, and I looked down at the cock was even longer, it had to be seven or eight inches on his leg. He saw me staring and moved his hand next to it, rubbing up and down the side. I leaned over and whispered, “what do you feed that thing?” He whispered back, “it’s not what I feed, but who I feed it to.” He winked back and me and turned his back to me as he shuffled back to his desk. I had to adjust my own cock as it was really turned on by the floor show I had just witnessed.

Todd finished his conversation and rejoined me. “Ready,” he asked. “Yep,” I replied. “All set.” Todd said, “good,” and then we headed off down the hall to a room at the end. This is our room, since so much of the vault is for company tax record storage. Todd started to use his badge then turned to me and said, “why don’t you give it a try. Should help to reinforce your memory of the PIN.” I stepped over, took the badge out of the lanyard, put it on the sensor, and typed the code in realizing it was two numbers above and below one another, so this was going to be easier to remember than even my stupid saying. The light went from red to green and I was able to open the door. We stepped in and the smell of old paper was overpowering. There were stacks and stacks of files. Todd strode ahead of me and we came to the last set of file boxes on a table. “Everything here on this table is about the new matter. You can just stay here and work through the papers for now. As Jason said, there will be document review software access in a few days. But you’ll want to come down and check the paper records anyway, so it’s good to get a sense of everything now.”

I thought about Nathan’s schlong and thought, I’m wanting to ‘come down and stay awhile’ with that piece of meat. Geez this whole firm was a cock tease for me. I thought I was safe in tax land. No overt sexual tension. Now the security nerd has me going. I wonder if there are closed circuit cameras? I nodded at Todd and said, “sure that makes sense. You can leave me here if you want. I am ready to get started.” He smiled at me and said, “sounds good. Remember to eat. This room is like Vegas. You lose all sense of time.” I nodded and said, “sure thing. I’ll have to pack something.” Todd turned to me and said, “no, you can’t bring food in here; the room is calibrated to the exact moisture level for long term storage of these paper records. It is just like a museum.” I said, “Okay got it. No snacks.” Todd walked away and said, “if you need anything, please call. I know Jason was trying to see how far you’d get on your own, but this case is a big step up from the work you have done, and I am here to help if you need it.” I smiled at him and said, “thanks, I will.” Todd smiled again, and then turned and walked out of the room. I heard the door close behind him, and I then turned to the boxes on the table.

There were eight piles of six bankers boxes high, so forty eight. I decided to try to do the math on the number of pages to distract me from Nathan’s cock just outside the door. I was wondering how I could get it out of his pants, and frankly how big it was once it was fully unleashed. I have never seen anything like that on a white guy. It rivaled the black rent a cop’s cock from the other day. I was getting hard thinking about all the cocks I had recently been acquainted with in this job. And there were more cocks to explore. Like Nathan’s. And hopefully soon. I took a box from the top of one of the piles near me and set it down on the table separately from the others. I opened the lid and it was all meticulously filed into folders with dates, and form numbers. I pulled one of the files and started looking at the accounting numbers.

There was something weird about this paperwork though. The numbers seemed really off. Not at first, but there was a lot of repetition in how the numbers read. I kept seeing a pattern of 234 and 789 more frequently than I should. I took my notebook and made a note of that, and which folder I had seen it with the form and the block number so I could find this later. I put that folder back and pulled another folder. Less obvious number patterns, but what I did realize was that we would need to recreate the filing information in Excel so we could compare year to year, and for the various categories. Fortunately, if that is the word, each folder was for one form, so I didn’t have to search through folders for multiple forms. I counted the number of folders in the box. There were sixty five or so. Doing the math, I estimated that there were over three thousand folders in these boxes.

I started to look for patterns in the types of folders. I realized that all the folders in this box were for federal filings from 2016. Ok, I took a post-it and wrote “fed 16” on it, and stuck it to the side of the box. THen I pulled the next box. It was all filings for the UK but from 2017. So, I labeled the post-it as “uk 17.” Then I continued looking at each box until I had figured out each jurisdiction and year. I then sorted the boxes so they would be stacked together by jurisdiction then year. I decided to start with the federal ones. I thought it might be interesting to look at the same document over several years. I pulled the same file type from each year’s box for the Federal pile, and set the folders out together. That was when I noticed the first issue I thought was weird. There was an income category (accounts receivable) that should have been different year to year, but it was exactly the same over four years. Also interesting was that the same preparer drafted the filing each of the four years. I went back to the file with the repeated patterns of numbers. The same preparer drafted those filings. I put them back. I pulled other documents from another year, and a different preparer had signed those, and the numbers for the accounts receivable were also different, not the same repetition as the other guy had done. Hm, it was curiouser and curiouser.

My stomach growled. I looked at my watch and realized that it was already 6:30. I had missed lunch again. I have a feeling this was going to be my life for a while. I reassembled the boxes I had opened and set them back on the piles to which they belonged. I grabbed my notebook and turned to leave. I had to badge out of the vault as well. I walked past the security folks and I didn’t see Nathan and his lengthy friend around. I was disappointed, but would have to explore that more tomorrow. I badged out of the office, and then opened the big metal door. It was heavy and awkward. I remembered I had my gym clothes, and thought about getting a workout in. Maybe I could release some of the sexual tension that Nathan had built up in me. Damn that cock. So fucking amazing. And attached to that guy who was so socially awkward. I pressed the elevator to go back to the office. I returned to my new cube, and Todd had left, everyone had left. It was quiet here in tax land. Even Jason’s door was closed.

I dropped off my notebook, and then grabbed my gym bag. I was walking out toward the front door to the office when I ran into Carlos. He smiled and said, “hola señor.” I replied “hola.” My Spanish from high school was failing me. He said “Solo? Solitario?” I looked at him. He was rubbing his crotch and smiling at me. I smiled back at him and said, “A donde?” He motioned to follow him. I thought ‘what the hell.’ I followed him out to the hall outside the firm’s office doors. There was a hall toward the other side of the building to which I had never been. The lights were off and it was dark but I could still see enough. Carlos turned and opened a stairwell door. I thought, this is weird but ok. I followed him into the stairwell, and said, “Sin camara.” I nodded thinking what he said was no CCTV cameras. Okay, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick curved dick that was about six inches, but had a 90 degree curve to the right. I reached out and started stroking it. He looked at me and said, “bueno?” I nodded and said, “muy bueno.” He smiled and closed his eyes as I started jacking it sideways. That curve was wild. I took a couple of steps down the staircase so his cock was now eye level to me, and I opened my mouth and started sucking on his head. I still had my gym bag on my shoulder, but threw it behind my back, and used my hands to stroke and play with his balls while I worked the head and started to angle my neck to get more of the shaft down my throat.

I was almost facing my ear to his stomach to get the cock in. He liked it though, and his cock was responding as well. It was starting to get harder and more rigid, that curve down my throat. I was playing with his balls that were small but hairy and I thought, I wonder how he fucks with that cock. I was sort of lost in the feeling with him rubbing my hair with his hands, and my head tilted sideways swallowing his cock and trying not to scrape my teeth with the odd angle of entry. He started to breathe heavier and I could tell he was close. I was holding his balls with one hand and the base of his shaft with the other to help guide the head down into my throat. I could feel his cock start to pulse against my thumb at the base of his shaft. He was so hard and rigid I was able to rub my thumb against the skin and his cock was bouncing back against it. He started to moan, ah ah ah ah, and then he used his hand to push my head down onto his cock and I felt the head hit the back of my throat. My mouth filled with his jizz as that wild curve spasmed against the side of my cheeks. Carlos tasted so warm and salty, with a hint of cheese or something. It was nice, a savory milkshake. My only meal since breakfast. Again. He just kept coming for a couple of minutes, before he finally let go of my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth.

He was still breathing hard as he pulled his cock back into his underwear and zipped up his work pants. He smiled at me and said, “gracias.” I smiled up at him and said, “gracias tambien.” I was at the end of my Spanish ability, but it was sort of working. He said, “de nada,” and then turned to the door motioning me to follow. I walked up the couple of steps I had taken and followed him out into the hall again. We walked to the edge of the dark hall and he stopped. He motioned for me to continue, and I did, heading to the elevator. I saw him walk toward the office doors as the elevator closed, and I hoped that we had foiled the “camaras.” I decided to just leave the office and forgo the gym as it was already after 8:00. I stopped by the pollo ala brasa place again and got another “numero dos” to take home. I could still taste Carlos in my mouth while I was waiting for my chicken. So many cocks. In my mouth. I laughed at my own joke. I picked up the bag and headed back to the apartment. I needed a new routine. Maybe over the weekend.
If only I had this much excitement at work 🤭😩💦💦🤤
 
Chapter 43

He got up out of the soaking tub and grabbed his towel. He didn’t turn around or say anything to me. I was sort of surprised at that but I was happily tasting his love juice in my throat long after he left the area. In his wake, I saw there were two other guys, one Japanese and another white guy now in the tub with me and heading over to me. The Japanese guy got a hold of my cock first and was holding on for dear life to it. I leaned over and felt up the white guy. He had a nice straight cock, about seven or so inches. Not thick but fine, completely fine. I stood up on the bench my cock emerging from the water like venus, standing straight up all nine inches of its glory. The Japanese guy’s eyes got big and the white guy didn’t blink but instead put his mouth right on me without even stopping. The Japanese guy moved over and started licking around the white guys chin, trying to get in on the action of swallowing my thick man pole. I just stood there in my nakedness ass out and cock protruding, letting the guys fight over who got to swallow me next. The two of them worked my cock and balls and took turns working my head and shaft. I wasn’t getting close to coming from either one of them.

A couple of other guys joined the tub, both Asian, and I saw them wade over to join the party on my side of the tub. Then a black guy with a massive dong showed up and I saw a few of my admirers break from camp and start to service him. I think he and I were about the same size, although It probably looked like I was bigger just because my cock pointed upward where as his erection stayed pointing downward. I felt over to the white guy who had regained some position with my cock, and I found his asshole. He let me stick a finger in it while two Japanese guys were working my cock as best they could. I looked over and the black guy had an Asian guy bent over and was aiming his long black cock into the Asian guy’s buttcrack. The Asian guy had a look of pain and pleasure, the same one I had seen on the porn video, and i started finger fucking the white guy while my cock was being serviced. I wasn’t getting off on the scene, although the black guy was certainly turning me on as his sex partner started grunting with each thrust. The grunts were actually working for me. I decided that I needed to get some air, and left the tub my dick rock hard and bouncing with every step I took. I grabbed my towel with the ass free hand and headed to the shower.

I washed my ass hand off first and then did a general scrub of the cock. I didn’t see anybody else in the vicinity so I headed over to the dry sauna where several guys were in towels sweating together. I was with three Asians, and two other white guys. The white guys were clearly traveling together and both looked me over as my cock was still half hard in my towel and creating quite a tent. I decided to see what their level of interest was and I sauntered over to them and opened my towel flashing my cock at them as I turned around and sat down with their legs beside me. I was going to flirt with them but one of them stepped down and faced me with his towel around him and then opened it to reveal a nice uncut cock about three inches soft. I took the invitation and leaned in and swallowed it, letting my towel fall to the sides and revealing my cock, that was now growing again with another cock in my mouth to goad it along.
His cock grew longer, and was about eight inches long but thinner, maybe five around. It was a nice size for me though, straight and even, the shaft curving up ever so slightly. The perfect cock for sucking and for getting fucked by. I felt a mouth on my cock as the one in my mouth was getting more and more rigid. I felt my cock get rigid and me flexing my cock and butt cheeks to stretch deeper into the mouth that was working him.

I reached behind him and felt his ass crack with my fingers, letting them lightly tickle his skin as I worked my way into his magic crack and his cock continued to thicken in my mouth. His ass was meaty and round, and I felt my fingers reach his hole deep into the crack of these hairy globes of man muscle. I pushed my finger against his hole and I felt his asshole grip my finger at the same time his cock jumped in my throat. I pushed a little further and his hole opened up to my finger and about half of it slid in. His cock was jumping in my mouth and I could feel his ass muscles spasming around my finger. I thought he was going to cum, but after a bit his asshole got used to my finger and I pressed in more. I felt his cock flex and thrust as I continued to pressure my finger inward. I had my finger all the way in as he was wiggling his ass to get more in. I felt my cock get completely warm and wet as someone deep throated me. The cock in my mouth was rock hard and he was reaching a climax. I could feel him thick and rigid and I started to rub my thumb against the underside of the base of his shaft. I could feel the blood pulsing in his cock and I kept working his shaft in my mouth and down my throat. I pulled my finger about half way out and then pushed back in slowly, and then did again and again. I felt his cock continue to jump around in my mouth.

He then pulled his cock out of my mouth and then motioned for his friend to move off of my cock. He turned around and placed his ass on the tip of my cock and just slowly slid down all the way. I could feel my cock inside of him, his ass canal massaging my cock as it slid into him. His friend stood up in front of me and I was looking eye to eye with a cock that rivaled mine- pink with a hard pink head, easily nine inches and thick, just like mine, only his was uncut. I felt my cock get massaged as the guy bounced up and down on me, and I opened my mouth and took this new cock in. I felt it slide down into my mouth toward my throat and this guy started to thrust it back and forth with a good steady rhythm. I felt his ass with my hands as he started to ram his cock toward my throat. I found my throat opening and his cock working its way down into it, where I was breathing on his outstroke and getting the air cut off on the instroke. He was matching the ass on top of my cock for rhythm and I sat motionless in the sauna with the two white guys working my mouth and cock in tandem. I found the asshole associated with the cock in my throat, but he was thrusting so hard I couldn’t dig my fingers into his hairy hole. I just rubbed the cheeks and found his crack and let my fingers slide across to reach his taint as the cock continued to go in and out like a piston. I felt him get thicker and harder, more rigid and my cock started to tingle.

I felt the cock thrust into my throat and not release the head deep into my esophagus. I felt his shaft throb and jerk in my mouth as my throat was getting his love juice. I pulled back a little and the last couple of spurts went into my mouth and I could taste him. It was asparagus flavored and really tasty. I then felt my cock jump and the tingling of my own orgasm. I started to grunt uh uh uh, I’m coming, uh uh, as I shot my load into the ass of the man bouncing on top of me. He continued to bounce for a bit then sit down my cock completely up in his ass tract and he jacked off and came in a few strokes. His ass was quivering as he shot his load. I could feel all the spasms around my base and up my cock as well. It was as if his whole body came. His friend dismounted and sat next to me and I rubbed his friend’s back as he pulled his ass off of my cock. It was a nice little three way to break up the day.

I got up with the others, and left, while the other Japanese guys were sitting there in the towels all of them rock hard and showing but nobody moving, just watching the show. I showered and got redressed. I had had my fun and my cock was going to be okay for the flight back home tomorrow. The guys that I had just played with found me in the dressing room and suggested getting dinner. I agreed, given that I didn’t have plans. I met them outside and we found a donburi restaurant and had bowls of Japanese goodness in a mom and pop style restaurant. They were from Sweden and had excellent English. I asked them if all the guys were as hot in Sweden as they were. The one I had fucked said, “no, they are even hotter.” I laughed and we continued to banter. I asked if they were together and they both said, no, that they were just good friends with a devilish streak. I nodded and said, I can relate. They both said, you have quite the streak yourself. I feigned blushing, and said, “I don’t know what ever you could mean by that.” They laughed but looked confused, as the English phrasing was unfamiliar to them. We finished up and headed out of the restaurant, and I headed back toward my hotel.

I hadn’t checked my phone since the shopping excursion. I saw that Barty had called. The message left had invited me out to dinner with them and the boys, but he figured I was cock deep into someone else. I laughed and thought, yeah, I was in fact. Swedish boys in fact. I got back to the hotel and packed up for the trip back tomorrow. I got my receipts in order and checked my work email. There were a few notes about the trip and getting my expense reports in before the end of the pay period which was in two days, so I was glad I was trying to get that worked out. I put the porn card in with my room key so I could turn it in when I checked out and then I headed to bed and watched TV until I fell asleep.

The next morning, I was up at 6, and put on sweats. I got breakfast at the hotel and then checked out. I walked over to the train station and bought a ticket for the train. I got to the airport and checked in for the flight back. I checked the ticket and it was also first class on the return trip. That was nice. I got breakfast at the airport and then boarded the plane. I was on my way back. I finished reading the trashy beach novel and realized that for the first time this summer I didn’t have to do anything for the firm. I took a nap in the middle of the flight and awoke again to another meal and I watched the movie, laughing with the rest of the cabin at the romantic comedy on the screen. We landed and I cleared customs without much to say. Then to my car and back home. The office could wait until tomorrow. Besides as I understood it, Alvaro wouldn’t be back until the following week. I would have a week overlap before I was due to leave the firm.

I opened my apartment door and put my bags down in the living room. It was so nice to be home. I know, not really home, but so nice to be back. Everything felt different after Japan. It was weird to see English on signs, it was weird not to be in the middle of a city that was always bustling no matter what time of day or night. I had trees and my car, and I could drive around here. I had my neighbors and friends even. I turned on the TV and could listen to English and change the channels and it was still in English. I opened my luggage and put a load of wash in. It was early afternoon and I wanted to get some organization to my world. I opened the fridge to nothing. I made a grocery list for the last two weeks. And I decided I would have a goodbye party at my place. I made a menu, and made sure to have some vegetarian options. I decided to do an Asian theme since I was just back from Japan. I had brought some snacks back with me, and I thought I would just have a nice last chance blowout.

I opened my email from work and I received a formal email from HR. It was a contract attached and required that I either sign on to continue to work for the firm or repay the cost of the clothes. The bill was over 11,000 dollars. The other shoe had finally fallen. That was how they got Manny as I remembered from Sean. I took a deep breath and reviewed the contract information carefully. It was dated today, and there was a clause that said no answer in seven days would be a tacit rejection of employment and the amounts due would be payable at that time. I checked my school email and my contract to work for Mr. Jacobs had already been approved, and I was due to start in three weeks. I was torn. And angry about this. How dare they try to manipulate me. And frankly not even say anything or offer. And Mark and I were with the first couple of weeks with Ron and Jeremy. What a crap show that was.

I closed my laptop and thought about things. I decided I would go get a numero dos from my favorite soccer loving restaurant and let things settle. I walked over and got my food then returned and swapped laundry. I ate my food and thought about my contract law class. There was something about offer and acceptance that I just couldn’t shake. I pulled open my computer and logged into my student library account and looked up contracts, and employment contracts in particular. I also reviewed my summer internship contract as well. I mapped out everything that had been discussed. There was no offer of continued employment in terms of the clothes. To me they were a gift. I looked at the bill and thought, I have the picture of the receipt which was 6,500. There wasn’t any way it was 11,000. That seemed egregious. And about suited to the amount of money I made over the summer. This wasn’t like a coal mine where I owed my soul to the company store. I thought about Ron and Jeremy and how they would respond to such a statement. “Nothing’s final until you give up,” they told me that first week. I do think it’s important to know when to give up, but this seemed a little shady, even if it was from a law firm.

I mapped out a response to the letter, and I started to research any case law that would support it. How would this case go if it went to trial? Then I got sneaky. I logged into the firm network, and started looking through various matters involving contracts. The one benefit of my litigation work at the start of the summer is that I had access to all the corporate cases, even the firm related matters. That was what Mark was struggling with when he met Sean. I texted Mark and asked if I could have a copy of the police report on Jeremy. He sent it over to me on my school account. I saw Manny’s file on the firm network. He was dumb not to fight it. But, he is doing ok. I don’t know. This is not what I had wanted, I needed to leave the firm. And I was going to fight it and not give up. Thank you Ron with the nice ass. There were a couple of cases of former interns that were settled with some amounts for the clothes, and the food. I was glad I hadn’t partaken in that. I also thought about the statements that I had received from Jason and Todd about needing to dress for the hearings in which I had just been been participating. I had a couple of emails to support that.

I mapped out the sketch of a legal brief on my personal computer and then saved the document and headed over to the restaurant. A numero dos was calling my llamo. I was fired up in a good way. It was a real test of my legal skills to get out of this internship. I remembered Tom Cruise in ‘The Firm’ and how crazy that movie seemed to me. And yet, now, it is completely believable. I got the food to go and I was too preoccupied with the impending doom of this job trying to take everything away from me that I couldn’t focus on the soccer or any of the hot men around me checking me out. I left quickly and returned home. I remembered what the prison guy with the big cock had told me, everyone has an angle, work your own plan. I was going to do that. I made notes to call the local bar hotline and the school legal counseling line again. The same resources I used to sort out the 508 matter. I didn’t want to get too ahead of myself. Just take one step at a time. I decided I would reject the document as an offer, and state for the record that under the “mailbox rule” that no acceptable means there is no contract. In general, that was my logic. What would matter more in this case is the legal fight.

I unpacked the rest of my luggage and kept the gifts in my carry on for the office. I’d sort them out there. Mark texted me back and asked what was going on. I told him I was getting the “Manny treatment.” He replied “Oh no.” I sent him a heart emoji and said, “I’ll be fine.” He replied, “Sean is offering to help you if you need help in your fight.” I replied, thanking them both for their help and their friendship. I also then floated the idea of a going away party. Mark came back with a series of exclamation points and a Yes!!!!!!!. I told them my last day in the apartment was the 18th, and my last day at the firm was the 14th, so I was thinking the 16th, which was Saturday night, would be a great day for a party. They concurred and I told them I would figure out a game plan later. I was feeling better about the whole scenario. I didn’t know if I would win, but I wasn’t going down without a fight. It was getting to be 9:00 in the evening, and I was starting to fade. The jet lag was starting to get to me. I changed into pajamas and headed to bed.
 
Chapter 44

I got up at 4 am and couldn’t go back to sleep. So, I decided to start my day and made some coffee. I got my stuff together and drove into the office at 6. I brought my gym clothes and the briefcase with all of my notes and the gifts for the office. Actually I brought all the gifts as I was going to ship the bowl to my mother. I parked and took the elevator up to the firm floor. I arrived and was the first one there. I put my stuff in my cube and pulled out the documents I had taken from the vault. I headed down and logged into the vault and passed by the security desks. Nobody was even there yet. That was weird. I then entered the tax room and refiled all of the documents I had taken and made notes on the control sheets to ensure there was nothing that they could say about my work performance. I then made copies of the sheets as well.

I returned to my desk and others had started to show up. The travel admin had logged in but I didn’t see her. I wanted to get her stuff to her, but I did not want to leave anything expensive on her desk. I walked around and heard her in the copy room talking to Todd’s admin. “I can’t believe that little shit got me a granny tea cup in London, as if I wanted some tacky old lady thing. He had better bring me something decent back from Japan. He’s just like the other asshole attorneys here, self centered and arrogant.” I stepped back from that whole exchange. Had I been so arrogant? I didn’t think so. I thought about it, and backed away from the copy room without letting her know that I had overheard. I got back to my desk and thought about the pearls. She didn’t deserve them. She didn’t deserve anything. But then I thought about the bowl. The kintsugi bowl I had gotten for my mother. I think my mom would like the pearls just as well as the travel admin.

I pulled out some Japanese stationery I had bought while I was there and jotted a quick note to her. It read: “I wanted to thank you for all your help in my recent travels. I had originally bought you a string of pearls as a gift. But then I overheard your comments to Martha and I realized that the old adage about pearls before swine seemed tres apropos at this juncture. I may be young and I am not sure I wasn’t arrogant, but I tried to be courteous to you and to everyone here. And I thought I was at least reasonable, in a very unreasonable environment. But what you said hurt my feelings. And I had bought this bowl with the idea of giving it to someone else, but it seemed to be more fitting for you. It’s a kintsugi bowl, and it is the Japanese art of mending broken pottery with gold to make a thing useful again after it has been damaged. It seems that you are damaged by the firm, and are in need of mending yourself. I know that I am feeling that way after your comments. May it be a reminder to heal from brokenness and that life can still be beautiful after the rainstorms. Best regards, John Richmond.”

I left it on her chair and took the tea set over to Sean’s desk. I left a post-it with a note that read “for you and Mark.” I returned to my desk and the travel admin wasn’t back from her copying and bitching. I put together my receipts and began to work on my expense report. The third time around, I was getting the hang of it. I also logged in and made copies of the other expense reports as well, and I tried to look for the receipt for my clothes in the system. But it was not showing up. I would have to ask Sean about it. I was lost in the minutia of the online portal for expenses and getting my receipts. I didn’t see Sean standing over me, his cock proudly jutting out from his zipper. I looked up, startled at first and said, “Jesus, you could take an eye out.” He laughed and said, “there have been times where it hasn’t gone in the hole and I have been afraid I had broken it.” I laughed and said, “and that would have been a tragedy for all of us.” He nodded, “yes indeed.” I asked, “so what’s up?” He said, “I wanted to thank you for the tea pot, it’s great. I’ve already shown it to Marky and he’s excited to make tea with it. “ I smiled and nodded, “that’s so great. I’m glad.”

Sean leaned over, “is there anything I can do to help you with your little legal question.” I nodded, and said quietly, “I’m looking for an invoice in the payment system. It’s for the following. I provided him the payee - Terrance - and the date of the receipt I had for my clothes. He nodded and said let me see what I can do. I mouthed thank you, and he mouthed, blow me. I just nodded and grinned as he walked away. Manny came by and asked, “hey do you know anything about a police incident at the Four Seasons in Tokyo while you were there?” I shook my head no and asked, what happened. He shrugged and said there is some issue and Alvaro and Barty were in jail for some reason. I leaned over and said, there were two boys they were entertaining when I was there. Could they have been involved? He shrugged his shoulders. I suggested calling Barty’s office in the UK and seeing if they knew anything. Manny nodded and left. I looked around and realized Todd and Jason were out this week, and Alvaro was not coming back in a while. So, I was free to live life on my terms at least for a few days.

I decided to go get lunch and make a few calls in the meanwhile. I stood up in my cube and looked over at my plant. It had died at some point from lack of water. I felt bad for it, and it seemed to be an omen that I wasn’t destined for long term cubicle residing. I left it for now, it wasn’t coming back. I then got my briefcase and headed out the door. I went over to the salad place and called the school career office. The student looked up some information on the firm and found that they had tried to do the same to a former student but no resolution. I called the legal support line that the school operated and they said that they would try to look into it. I then called the bar association in the area and they said they’d have somebody get back to me. Lawyers, just can’t guarantee you’ll hear back from them. I had done my best to put out feelers for assistance. I would just have to wait and see. I walked back to the office.

In the elevator I pressed B. I got off at the basement and headed to the men’s room. It was back to half dark and there was one stall closed and one open. I took the open stall and the hole was back.

I looked in and saw naked thighs facing the hole. I took a chance and stuck my finger through. I saw the thighs stretch down and a cockhead appeared in the hole. It was a nice cock, helmet head and about two quarters width wide. I put my mouth around it and started to suck. More of the shaft came through as the thighs got closer to the wall. I got about five inches of cock in my mouth figuring he was about six or seven inches with that helmet head. I started to suck a little harder and the cock flexed and got thicker and more rigid. The cock started getting harder and harder and the helmet got bigger and thicker. I opened my mouth more and took more of the cock in. He started to thrust into my mouth and I felt his cock get more and more rigid until he started to pulse and throb. The head was about half way down my mouth when the cum started spurting out. He was quiet except for the cock throbbing and pulsing in my mouth. He pulled back and wiped off. Then left without even washing his hands. It was nice, not sure who it was. I decided I could come back later and get my cock sucked. I left the bathroom and headed back to the elevator. I passed the gym and thought about my clothes, up at my cube. That was an option as well perhaps. So many possibilities.

I got back to my cube, my dick only sort of hard. I noticed that the travel admin’s bag was gone and her computer was off. Todd’s admin passed me and said hello. I said hello and she came over. “I’m sorry you heard us talking. It can be a tough office to work in.” I nodded and shrugged. “It’s ok, but I was pretty upset.” She nodded. “For what it’s worth, you have been a really pleasant person to work with, and I think your note hit her hard. It was what she needed however. She’s not happy here, and maybe she needs to find another job.” I nodded, “perhaps,” I said, “but, I am learning that it’s really a job about people in distress, and that makes them do and be a little crazy.” She smiled, “yes it does, even in tax.” I chuckled, “even in tax,” I repeated back to her. She walked back to her cube and I took the plant and dumped the carcass and dirt into the garbage, but saved the flower pot it was in. I would take that back home as a souvenir. Get another plant or perhaps something fake.

I was already starting to prepare to leave. I got the expense report submitted and then started to review the next steps in the legal cases. I drafted a memo for Alvaro, Jason and Todd, with a CC to Barty with an update on all the cases. I wanted them to have a full picture of what I was leaving, in part, because I was actually leaving. It was my way of saying no, I have had enough. I thought about the movie “Regarding Henry,” when he tells the secretary you have to know when to say ‘when.’ I was feeling like that minus the drama. My phone buzzed and the local bar association was calling me back. I stepped away and took the call in the conference room. “Yes Mr. Richmond,” he began, “I think you are correct, that they cannot force you into this legal agreement without your consent.” We can assist you with this matter for a fee.” I thanked them for their time. “Let me see how this plays out, sir, and I’ll get back to you if I need more representation.” He thanked me and we hung up. I was feeling more secure about my approach. I needed to go home and work on the response letter in earnest.

I left at 3:00 and took the elevator down to my car. I brought the rest of the gifts with me and then the carry on luggage and briefcase. I got home and started my personal computer up and worked on the formal response letter to the firm’s offer until midnight, forgoing food and any break. I went to sleep and got up at 7, and then got into the office at a more reasonable 8:30. The travel admin wasn’t in, and I was wondering if she was going to wait me out and not return until I had left. I responded to some emails but didn’t have any real work to do. Sean came by and said, I have the information but I can’t exactly send it to you here. I asked him if he could print it out, and he said, ‘let me work on that.’ About a half an hour later, he handed me a xerox of the accounts payable records for the time period around my clothing receipt with a highlight for what was paid. 6500. Okay. We’d see how this all goes. I went to the library and spent the rest of the day looking up the law for employment contracts that I might need.

I went home early again, and also stayed up until midnight working on the letter. I was nearly done with it, and had about 2 days to go. I had argued my rationale and felt good about it. Then I had a thought. This isn’t about the law. This is about power and manipulation. I thought about the legal reasoning and thought, let’s take a different tack. I wrote a different letter back. I talked about the Ron and Jeremy situation, and flagged the police report. I was able to get a copy from the firm’s litigation files so I didn’t use Mark’s. I then got a copy of the police report for Barty and Alvaro, from the Japanese municipal police department. I then took the documented cases of student interns, and stated that this would reflect poorly on the firm’s ability to hire if it were to get out in the legal news press. Further, the bar associations might have concerns about this, plus the state bar should be made aware of the firm’s significant legal problems with their attorneys as the situation would reflect poorly on the state’s ethical standards. I then said, this is not an offer I accept. And the clothes are a gift. Prove that they aren’t. I signed it, and then returned it instead to the email address on their crappy offer. Done.

I went to bed at 10, the first time before midnight in a while. I was tired and figured there would be a fight on my hands. I got ready for it. I’d have to call the bar association and get their help if this went further. I didn’t know what would actually happen. I tossed and turned most of the night. I woke up at 4:30 again, still keyed up from the stress of the impending doom of this crazy summer job. I decided I needed to get up and try to get my mind off of things. I made some breakfast and then logged into my school email account. I had my classes set, I had my housing set, and I had a job. It was all going to work out, I told myself. I was going to be fine, but part of this summer internship was learning how to handle the law firm. You were either the fucker or the fuckee in life, and I was definitely closing this asshole down to the firm. I felt better even if I was still unsure of exactly how I was going to be free of this job.

I put on some sweats and went for a run. I was still a little anxious, but trying to distract myself and stay focused on me at the same time. I jogged down the parking lot and across the street and headed back towards the city. I passed the pollo ala brasa place and then kept going for a mile or so, before turning around and heading back. I was working up a sweat but I was feeling better as I was getting some morning air. I slowed down back at the parking lot and saw the hispanic family’s minivan pull out of the parking lot; the wife and kids were heading out. The father was waving to them. I walked up the sidewalk and he saw me. He smiled. I smiled. There was a tug at his jeans. I rolled my cock around in my sweatpants. I titled my head toward my place, and he followed me as I passed him. I opened the door and left it open as I walked in. I turned around in the doorway inside and started fondling my dick in my sweats still. He appeared in the doorway and I nodded. “Entra,” I said. He walked in and closed the door.

I undid my drawstrings and dropped my sweats revealing my boxers. He stepped in closer to me and started to rub his crotch. I walked over and started rubbing him, and then I pulled his zipper down, and stuck a couple of fingers inside. It was warm inside his zipper and I could feel his cock growing and flexing against the pressure of my hand inside his jeans. I leaned in to kiss him and he said no, shaking his head. So I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to reveal his underwear. I started massaging his cock and balls through the white knit fabric. He was starting to get hard, and I could feel the shaft thicken in my palms. I knelt down in front of him and put my mouth on his fly and blew warm air into his crotch. I felt his cock jerk from the attention. He put a hand on my head as I leaned in and smelled his musky underwear, it was like yeast bread and man smell. I pulled the waistband down revealing his cock. The black pubes, the brown cockhead, the curve of the shaft springing up and down. The magic moment of a cock reveal is one of my favorite experiences in sex, but as I had seen it before in the restaurant, it was less of a surprise and more of a welcome back.

I opened my mouth and swallowed the head. His cock curved up, my favorite kind, and the head was smaller than the shaft. I worked the underside where the shaft bent, and his grip on my head got stronger as I felt him pull me closer in. I slid my hand over his underwear and under his ballsack and started fondling his nuts. They were soft, warm and hairy. I held his cock with the other hand as I licked his balls. He let out a moan, ummmmm, as I worked his little baby batter makers. I licked my finger in the process and extended it inward, and started rubbing under his balls, feeling the folds of skin where his asscrack started. I put his cock back in my mouth and began sucking him in earnest. As I bobbed my head up and down his shaft my finger worked its way back and into his asshole. I found the magic pucker and pushed in a little. His cock jumped in my mouth and he rubbed my head, not telling me no this time. I pushed a little more and my finger went in ever so slightly. I felt his cock thicken and grow a little as my finger felt his asshole grip it and massage it, beckoning it to come in further. I pushed in a little more as I continued to swallow his man meat, slurping up and down the curved shaft, which easily fit in my mouth. He started to thrust into my mouth and I held my finger in place as he moved his cock back out of my mouth and his ass onto my finger, then off my finger and the cock back into my mouth. He was starting to fuck my mouth a little faster as I felt his cock now rigid hitting my tongue and the roof of my mouth as he was pistoning his shaft working up a good load for me.

He was breathing heavier now, and started to grunt. Uh uh uh uh, as he held onto my head with both hands and my finger kept getting swallowed by his asshole. I increased my suction a little and he sped up a little more. He was now fucking my mouth quickly and with strong thrusts back and forth. I was tensing my lips around that rock hard shaft sliding in and out of them with my tongue guiding it into the warmth and moistness of my mouth. He started to get more vocal, ah ah ah ah ah, as I felt his cock jerk in my mouth and started shooting cum, pulsing and throbbing. His asshole was puckering around my finger milking it for all it could get. I felt the warm stickiness of his load swirling in my mouth and he continued to thrust and shoot into me for another twenty seconds or so. His pace slowed and I pulled my finger out of his ass. I swallowed his spunk and pulled away from him. He pulled up his underwear and buttoned his jeans really quickly. I was still kneeling as he reassembled himself and walked out the door, saying “gracias” before shutting it behind him. I was in my boxers with my finger stinky from his ass. I got up and washed my hands in the kitchen sink and got a glass of water. I could still taste him in my mouth, a manly flavor still warm and sticky in the back of my throat, and a fun cock to have sucked. A nice way to start the morning. I then headed back to the shower to get ready.
 
Chapter 45

I walked over to the office after I got ready, not sure what I was going to face. I could still feel that guy’s butthole on my finger as I kept a good pace toward the building. I am not sure how he was feeling, but I was thinking I could use a nice ass around my cock at some point soon. I had the gym clothes at work still so maybe I could get a little noon time action. When I arrived at my cube, there was a post-it from Manny to call him when I got in. I swung by his desk and he was on the phone. Alvaro’s door was closed and so was Jason’s, so I just waited. He hung up the receiver and turned to me. “We are still having problems getting Alvaro back to the United States. Evidently the Japanese are not so happy with the Americans treating Tokyo as a playground. I’m still fuzzy on the details, but you were right, it has to do with the boys.” I nodded, and said, “I see, that’s really strange.” Manny said, “evidently they need your statement as well, and I was hoping you might be able to draft something up this morning. I nodded. “Let me figure out what I can do,” I said, as I turned and walked back to my desk.

I turned on my computer and found an email from the firm rejecting my letter and threatening legal action if I didn’t repay the firm’s money. I took the original legal brief that I wrote, and sent that back to the email address with a note that said fine, here’s my rebuttal that I would file in response to your supposed complaint. I was in fighting mode and I discovered I might have the upper hand with Alvaro in trouble. I didn’t know how it was going to work out, but I knew it was. I looked up online how the evidentiary statements would be done overseas for Japanese court cases. I realized that I might need to get my statement translated and notarized. I made some notes, and then I decided on a bold move. I went to see the big partner, the owner of the firm, the guy whose name was on the stationery. I didn’t have an appointment and I was certainly not invited up to the exalted floors of the executive suite as a mere summer intern.

I approached his secretary, a rather severe looking woman with too much make-up and a very tight perm. She turned to me disdainfully and sneered, “can I help you?” I took a deep breath and said, “yes in fact. I need to speak with James.” She looked me over and said, “he is not available.” I nodded, well played for a first volley I thought. I said, “I work for Alvaro, and I understand there has been some trouble.” I waited, and she stared at me, not flinching. She said, “I’m not sure I know what you mean by trouble.” I nodded. “You see, I was in Japan with Alvaro and Bartholomew, and I understand that there is some pending legal matters with that trip.” She glanced at me more seriously, looking over her glasses rim. “Go on,” she replied. I shrugged and said, “I want to help, but I need to speak with James about the matter first, because the Japanese authorities want my statement, but he should be aware before I provide anything about the firm, don’t you agree?” I looked at her intensely, as if to say, don’t you think I should speak to the big guy now. She picked up the phone and asked, “sir do you have a minute, one of Alvaro’s attorneys is here to speak with you.” She listened for a moment, put the receiver down, and then said, “he’ll see you for a minute. Go in.” I nodded and said, “thank you.”

I walked over to a dark wood door, solid wood it felt from the weight of it as I opened it and went inside. A large office, twice as big as Alvaro’s lay before me. A gray haired man with spectacles sat at a prominent oak desk, ornately carved with animal feet for its legs. I approached the monstrosity of the desk and realized it was slightly raised, adding to the feel of a judge in chambers. “Yes, can I help you?” he asked, a deep baritone voice emanated from the dais. “Sir, I am John Richmond, and I was on the recent trip to Japan with Alvaro and Bartholomew.” He nodded, “I see.” I continued, “evidently, the Japanese authorities are interested in my story about the events in Japan.” He put down his spectacles off of his nose and said, “so what does that have to do with me, pray tell?” I took a deep breath and said, “well, I’m in a bit of a pickle sir, with the firm, and I was hoping that you and I could come to an arrangement.” He took a breath and said, “to what sort of a ‘pickle’ would you be referring?”

I took another deep breath and said, “well, I am a summer intern, and my internship is expiring next week. Evidently the firm is expecting me to either stay on full time, or pay back the money for some clothes that the firm bought for me in order for me to represent the firm on some trips this summer, including this most recent one to Japan. I would like the firm to gift me the clothes, drop the expectation of the continued employment, and accept my resignation without strings, so that I can return to school free of any outstanding obligation.” He took a breath and said, “why do you think I would do such a thing for you?” I nodded, and then said, “well, because I can make life difficult for you and for Alvaro. I contacted the Japanese office this morning and found out they will not release them out of the country without corroboration of their version of the events. I could make that happen, which will get the firm out of that sticky situation. Further, the notoriety of the charges and the prior charges of which I am aware involving Ron and Jeremy and their ouster, might make for an interesting story for the State bar association, and I would hate to have to disclose all of that on any bar applications I would be making in the next year.” I took a breath and stopped. He thought about it for a minute, then picked up the phone. “Yes, can you come up a minute,” he said into the phone. He looked at me and said, “please bear with me for a moment.” I nodded silently in response.

A couple of minutes of silence followed. An eternity in such an austere environment. There was a knock and then the door opened. It was George. Head of litigation. My former boss, and the man whose cock I had once engulfed into a spasm of cum. I remembered that cock so well. George joined me at the edge of the desk. “It seems this young man is looking to make a deal with us. His story to secure Alvaro’s release from Japanese detention for our release of his employment.” George looked at me and said, “I see. That is quite an interesting proposition.” The elder nodded. “Indeed,” he intoned. George then spoke slowly. “Sir, I am thinking that this might not be such a bad thing; we need Alvaro back to tend to other matters with which his team is trying to cope, and I can say with some certainty that my previous experiences with this young man have demonstrated his strong will to see a litigation issue through, and we really don’t have the time to waste on such a minor issue.” The old man nodded. “Very well, draw up an agreement, and I will sign.” He turned to me, “young man, I will honor your request. But I need for you to work with our litigation team to answer the questions and provide a statement to the Japanese authorities.” I nodded, “yes sir of course,” I replied. The old man picked up his glasses, returned them to his face and muttered, “that is all.” I smiled and wondered if Jason had gotten the phrase from the old man. George and I turned around and left the office.

“Now I have a request for you,” said George. I looked at him with a quizzical look, “yes?” He leaned over and whispered out of earshot to James’s secretary, “I’d like your cock in my ass this afternoon.” I nodded. “Sure, with pleasure.” I followed George down to his office. He drew up the papers for me, and I signed; he then took them back to James to sign. When he returned, George’s admin made copies and I received mine. George said, “I had to lie about you having made the statement to the translator, so let’s get this completed now.” I nodded. George put my on speakerphone and dialed a number. The voice answered and George said, “we’re ready.” The voice said, “good. Let us begin.” The next forty five minutes I was answering questions about my time in Tokyo with the guys, and their boys, and was I aware of any money exchanging hands, drug use, or any sign of physical altercation. I was able to honestly say no to all of that. It did make me wonder what had really happened. The voice then said, “I will have this written and sent within the hour.” George thanked them and then hung up. He turned to me and said, “what about the assfucking you promised?” I smiled at him and simply asked, “steam room?” He nodded and we both left the office.

He turned to me and said, “take the elevator after me.” I nodded, and stayed back. I saw Sean at his desk and walked over. “I think I beat the system,” I leaned over and said softly. “You’ll have to tell me later, I’m on deadline.” I nodded. “Will do,” I said as I turned. He replied with, “I do want to hear about it though.” I turned and smiled, “I know, I will let you know.” I then walked out to the hall, which was empty. I assumed George had gone down earlier. I got in the elevator and pressed B. I laughed as most times I would head down not sure if I would get dick and what kind it might be. In this case, I knew exactly what I was getting. It was like ordering ahead for a to-go order of man sex. I waltzed into the gym and headed for the locker room. It wasn’t busy yet, as it was only 10:30 in the morning. I undressed and got a towel. I didn’t even bother with a shower as I knew I was going to get dirty. I opened the steam room and the lavender scent they were using today wafted out. I stepped in and there was a sole occupant, my cock’s next victim. I started to chub up as I thought about the prospect. He was seated on the lower level. I walked up to him and stood there between his legs and opened my towel.

He reached up and started stroking my cock and fondling my balls. His mouth opened and the warmth of the steam was replaced with an even warmer mouth. He knew how to handle a cock like mine. His hands roamed my ass and then my inner thighs as he took more and more of my shaft down his throat. I just stood there, letting him work me into a raging hardness. At some point he pulled back, and unfurled his towel. I knelt down and started working his cock, smooth and long as it was. The head starting to glisten with precum. I wedged my hand in between his thighs, and worked his pole, up and down, deeper into my throat. He was getting harder and harder and then he started thrusting upward into my mouth. As he raised his ass off of the bench, I slid my hand further inward until I could feel both cheeks and the crack where they met. I arched a finger upward and found his hole. It was soft and moist, and my hands were wet from the steam. I slid a finger in and increased my suction on his cock at the same time. His hole went crazy spasming from the intrusion and the increased friction on his man pole. Then I pushed in more gently as the muscles gave way to my intention. His ass was more and more hungry for penetration, as I stuck another finger in and began to press against the sides of his asshole to loosen him up for the main event. After I got a third finger in, I decided he was ready for me.

I pulled him up and spun him around, I licked my hand and jacked myself off to get back to peak hardness. I then slid my cock between his thighs and put my arms around his chest. I licked his ear and then his neck as I started sliding my cock between his thighs. He was jacking off his own cock and then he whispered, “in me, I want it in me.” I pushed him forward slightly and aimed my cock as his crack where the undercurve of his asscheeks met the vertical of his asscrack, a veritable x marks the spot, and then I leaned in. I felt the assmuscles convulse as I passed by them on my way to the main event, the puckering ass blossom, the point of no return. I met it with my head, and the combination of the steam, my precum and my prior fingering, the head slid into his hole without any resistance. I felt a pop as it entered the cavity in earnest, and he gasped. “Oh shit, you’re so fucking big,” he grunted. I pulled him back onto me, as I massaged his chest, my cock slid further into his ass. I could feel the insides of him grabbing the cock as it entered him and he was shaking in my arms.

I was about half way in before I stopped so he could get his bearings. I then started to lightly bounce him off of my cock. A little at first and then slowly more and more force. He was moaning as I got into a good rhythm, and he finally grunted, “more give me more of it. I want you to fucking impale me.” I started to thrust harder and deeper and faster. It was easy with the steam, it made all the muscles looser. I felt my cock slide the last inch in and he screamed, “yes, now more. More more.” I kept fucking him a little faster and harder even still. My thighs were slapping his thighs in a frenetic rhythm that had to be obvious to everyone from the shower on down. I was a man on a mission, I was fucking for my freedom. I was William Wallace giving the real middle finger to England- just give me liberty or give me ass. I was a madman as George continued to ride my cock like a champ, just leaning over and backing into me with as much force as I was plowing into him. The steamroom was starting to smell like ass, as his butt juice and steam and my saliva all mixed together. It seemed like a wildlife exhibit in there, caged animals with primal desires, my cock pounding him and the slapping and the smells, and his grunts, and our leg muscles quivering in the half light of a steam room, like a zoo enclosure.

I was getting close and I said to him, “I’m going to fucking blow dude.” He said in rhythm, “give it to me, give, it, to me now you fucking stud.” That was all I needed. It was so intense his ass gripping my cock, my shaft now like steel in and out of his asshole, the slippery sliding and warm and steam, and I plunged my cock in deep and starting shooting spurt after spurt into him. It was coming out of me with so much force I thought he was going to shoot my cum out of his nose! He was jacking himself off and started to scream, fuck, yeah, fuck, yeah, as he shot his load all over the floor and the lower bench of the steam room where he had been sitting. He was shaking all over and I put my arms around him and held him as he continued to convulse and spray his baby batter everywhere. I kept my cock in him, his asshole quivering around it as he continued to jerk and throb with a never ending orgasm. He finally stopped shaking but he was limp in my arms. My cock slid out of his ass with a slurp. We both laughed at the sound of it.

I held him for a couple of minutes. Then he bent over and grabbed his towel. I picked mine up off the floor and we headed out from the steam room. It was very musky in there, and I felt bad for whoever was going to head in there next. We got a shower and washed our sex off our bodies. I got a fresh towel for me and brought one for him. He said thank you and we dried off not saying much of anything. We were in the locker room and he didn’t acknowledge me again. I got it, we were back to the roles of partner and intern. I was good with that, because he had saved my bacon and I had just fried his. I smiled at him as he left, and then I finished dressing. I went up to the lobby and headed out to get a bite of lunch. And to let my blood pressure return to normal. I saw Sean and Mark walking over to get a salad and yelled at them to wait up.
 
Chapter 43

He got up out of the soaking tub and grabbed his towel. He didn’t turn around or say anything to me. I was sort of surprised at that but I was happily tasting his love juice in my throat long after he left the area. In his wake, I saw there were two other guys, one Japanese and another white guy now in the tub with me and heading over to me. The Japanese guy got a hold of my cock first and was holding on for dear life to it. I leaned over and felt up the white guy. He had a nice straight cock, about seven or so inches. Not thick but fine, completely fine. I stood up on the bench my cock emerging from the water like venus, standing straight up all nine inches of its glory. The Japanese guy’s eyes got big and the white guy didn’t blink but instead put his mouth right on me without even stopping. The Japanese guy moved over and started licking around the white guys chin, trying to get in on the action of swallowing my thick man pole. I just stood there in my nakedness ass out and cock protruding, letting the guys fight over who got to swallow me next. The two of them worked my cock and balls and took turns working my head and shaft. I wasn’t getting close to coming from either one of them.

A couple of other guys joined the tub, both Asian, and I saw them wade over to join the party on my side of the tub. Then a black guy with a massive dong showed up and I saw a few of my admirers break from camp and start to service him. I think he and I were about the same size, although It probably looked like I was bigger just because my cock pointed upward where as his erection stayed pointing downward. I felt over to the white guy who had regained some position with my cock, and I found his asshole. He let me stick a finger in it while two Japanese guys were working my cock as best they could. I looked over and the black guy had an Asian guy bent over and was aiming his long black cock into the Asian guy’s buttcrack. The Asian guy had a look of pain and pleasure, the same one I had seen on the porn video, and i started finger fucking the white guy while my cock was being serviced. I wasn’t getting off on the scene, although the black guy was certainly turning me on as his sex partner started grunting with each thrust. The grunts were actually working for me. I decided that I needed to get some air, and left the tub my dick rock hard and bouncing with every step I took. I grabbed my towel with the ass free hand and headed to the shower.

I washed my ass hand off first and then did a general scrub of the cock. I didn’t see anybody else in the vicinity so I headed over to the dry sauna where several guys were in towels sweating together. I was with three Asians, and two other white guys. The white guys were clearly traveling together and both looked me over as my cock was still half hard in my towel and creating quite a tent. I decided to see what their level of interest was and I sauntered over to them and opened my towel flashing my cock at them as I turned around and sat down with their legs beside me. I was going to flirt with them but one of them stepped down and faced me with his towel around him and then opened it to reveal a nice uncut cock about three inches soft. I took the invitation and leaned in and swallowed it, letting my towel fall to the sides and revealing my cock, that was now growing again with another cock in my mouth to goad it along.
His cock grew longer, and was about eight inches long but thinner, maybe five around. It was a nice size for me though, straight and even, the shaft curving up ever so slightly. The perfect cock for sucking and for getting fucked by. I felt a mouth on my cock as the one in my mouth was getting more and more rigid. I felt my cock get rigid and me flexing my cock and butt cheeks to stretch deeper into the mouth that was working him.

I reached behind him and felt his ass crack with my fingers, letting them lightly tickle his skin as I worked my way into his magic crack and his cock continued to thicken in my mouth. His ass was meaty and round, and I felt my fingers reach his hole deep into the crack of these hairy globes of man muscle. I pushed my finger against his hole and I felt his asshole grip my finger at the same time his cock jumped in my throat. I pushed a little further and his hole opened up to my finger and about half of it slid in. His cock was jumping in my mouth and I could feel his ass muscles spasming around my finger. I thought he was going to cum, but after a bit his asshole got used to my finger and I pressed in more. I felt his cock flex and thrust as I continued to pressure my finger inward. I had my finger all the way in as he was wiggling his ass to get more in. I felt my cock get completely warm and wet as someone deep throated me. The cock in my mouth was rock hard and he was reaching a climax. I could feel him thick and rigid and I started to rub my thumb against the underside of the base of his shaft. I could feel the blood pulsing in his cock and I kept working his shaft in my mouth and down my throat. I pulled my finger about half way out and then pushed back in slowly, and then did again and again. I felt his cock continue to jump around in my mouth.

He then pulled his cock out of my mouth and then motioned for his friend to move off of my cock. He turned around and placed his ass on the tip of my cock and just slowly slid down all the way. I could feel my cock inside of him, his ass canal massaging my cock as it slid into him. His friend stood up in front of me and I was looking eye to eye with a cock that rivaled mine- pink with a hard pink head, easily nine inches and thick, just like mine, only his was uncut. I felt my cock get massaged as the guy bounced up and down on me, and I opened my mouth and took this new cock in. I felt it slide down into my mouth toward my throat and this guy started to thrust it back and forth with a good steady rhythm. I felt his ass with my hands as he started to ram his cock toward my throat. I found my throat opening and his cock working its way down into it, where I was breathing on his outstroke and getting the air cut off on the instroke. He was matching the ass on top of my cock for rhythm and I sat motionless in the sauna with the two white guys working my mouth and cock in tandem. I found the asshole associated with the cock in my throat, but he was thrusting so hard I couldn’t dig my fingers into his hairy hole. I just rubbed the cheeks and found his crack and let my fingers slide across to reach his taint as the cock continued to go in and out like a piston. I felt him get thicker and harder, more rigid and my cock started to tingle.

I felt the cock thrust into my throat and not release the head deep into my esophagus. I felt his shaft throb and jerk in my mouth as my throat was getting his love juice. I pulled back a little and the last couple of spurts went into my mouth and I could taste him. It was asparagus flavored and really tasty. I then felt my cock jump and the tingling of my own orgasm. I started to grunt uh uh uh, I’m coming, uh uh, as I shot my load into the ass of the man bouncing on top of me. He continued to bounce for a bit then sit down my cock completely up in his ass tract and he jacked off and came in a few strokes. His ass was quivering as he shot his load. I could feel all the spasms around my base and up my cock as well. It was as if his whole body came. His friend dismounted and sat next to me and I rubbed his friend’s back as he pulled his ass off of my cock. It was a nice little three way to break up the day.

I got up with the others, and left, while the other Japanese guys were sitting there in the towels all of them rock hard and showing but nobody moving, just watching the show. I showered and got redressed. I had had my fun and my cock was going to be okay for the flight back home tomorrow. The guys that I had just played with found me in the dressing room and suggested getting dinner. I agreed, given that I didn’t have plans. I met them outside and we found a donburi restaurant and had bowls of Japanese goodness in a mom and pop style restaurant. They were from Sweden and had excellent English. I asked them if all the guys were as hot in Sweden as they were. The one I had fucked said, “no, they are even hotter.” I laughed and we continued to banter. I asked if they were together and they both said, no, that they were just good friends with a devilish streak. I nodded and said, I can relate. They both said, you have quite the streak yourself. I feigned blushing, and said, “I don’t know what ever you could mean by that.” They laughed but looked confused, as the English phrasing was unfamiliar to them. We finished up and headed out of the restaurant, and I headed back toward my hotel.

I hadn’t checked my phone since the shopping excursion. I saw that Barty had called. The message left had invited me out to dinner with them and the boys, but he figured I was cock deep into someone else. I laughed and thought, yeah, I was in fact. Swedish boys in fact. I got back to the hotel and packed up for the trip back tomorrow. I got my receipts in order and checked my work email. There were a few notes about the trip and getting my expense reports in before the end of the pay period which was in two days, so I was glad I was trying to get that worked out. I put the porn card in with my room key so I could turn it in when I checked out and then I headed to bed and watched TV until I fell asleep.

The next morning, I was up at 6, and put on sweats. I got breakfast at the hotel and then checked out. I walked over to the train station and bought a ticket for the train. I got to the airport and checked in for the flight back. I checked the ticket and it was also first class on the return trip. That was nice. I got breakfast at the airport and then boarded the plane. I was on my way back. I finished reading the trashy beach novel and realized that for the first time this summer I didn’t have to do anything for the firm. I took a nap in the middle of the flight and awoke again to another meal and I watched the movie, laughing with the rest of the cabin at the romantic comedy on the screen. We landed and I cleared customs without much to say. Then to my car and back home. The office could wait until tomorrow. Besides as I understood it, Alvaro wouldn’t be back until the following week. I would have a week overlap before I was due to leave the firm.

I opened my apartment door and put my bags down in the living room. It was so nice to be home. I know, not really home, but so nice to be back. Everything felt different after Japan. It was weird to see English on signs, it was weird not to be in the middle of a city that was always bustling no matter what time of day or night. I had trees and my car, and I could drive around here. I had my neighbors and friends even. I turned on the TV and could listen to English and change the channels and it was still in English. I opened my luggage and put a load of wash in. It was early afternoon and I wanted to get some organization to my world. I opened the fridge to nothing. I made a grocery list for the last two weeks. And I decided I would have a goodbye party at my place. I made a menu, and made sure to have some vegetarian options. I decided to do an Asian theme since I was just back from Japan. I had brought some snacks back with me, and I thought I would just have a nice last chance blowout.

I opened my email from work and I received a formal email from HR. It was a contract attached and required that I either sign on to continue to work for the firm or repay the cost of the clothes. The bill was over 11,000 dollars. The other shoe had finally fallen. That was how they got Manny as I remembered from Sean. I took a deep breath and reviewed the contract information carefully. It was dated today, and there was a clause that said no answer in seven days would be a tacit rejection of employment and the amounts due would be payable at that time. I checked my school email and my contract to work for Mr. Jacobs had already been approved, and I was due to start in three weeks. I was torn. And angry about this. How dare they try to manipulate me. And frankly not even say anything or offer. And Mark and I were with the first couple of weeks with Ron and Jeremy. What a crap show that was.

I closed my laptop and thought about things. I decided I would go get a numero dos from my favorite soccer loving restaurant and let things settle. I walked over and got my food then returned and swapped laundry. I ate my food and thought about my contract law class. There was something about offer and acceptance that I just couldn’t shake. I pulled open my computer and logged into my student library account and looked up contracts, and employment contracts in particular. I also reviewed my summer internship contract as well. I mapped out everything that had been discussed. There was no offer of continued employment in terms of the clothes. To me they were a gift. I looked at the bill and thought, I have the picture of the receipt which was 6,500. There wasn’t any way it was 11,000. That seemed egregious. And about suited to the amount of money I made over the summer. This wasn’t like a coal mine where I owed my soul to the company store. I thought about Ron and Jeremy and how they would respond to such a statement. “Nothing’s final until you give up,” they told me that first week. I do think it’s important to know when to give up, but this seemed a little shady, even if it was from a law firm.

I mapped out a response to the letter, and I started to research any case law that would support it. How would this case go if it went to trial? Then I got sneaky. I logged into the firm network, and started looking through various matters involving contracts. The one benefit of my litigation work at the start of the summer is that I had access to all the corporate cases, even the firm related matters. That was what Mark was struggling with when he met Sean. I texted Mark and asked if I could have a copy of the police report on Jeremy. He sent it over to me on my school account. I saw Manny’s file on the firm network. He was dumb not to fight it. But, he is doing ok. I don’t know. This is not what I had wanted, I needed to leave the firm. And I was going to fight it and not give up. Thank you Ron with the nice ass. There were a couple of cases of former interns that were settled with some amounts for the clothes, and the food. I was glad I hadn’t partaken in that. I also thought about the statements that I had received from Jason and Todd about needing to dress for the hearings in which I had just been been participating. I had a couple of emails to support that.

I mapped out the sketch of a legal brief on my personal computer and then saved the document and headed over to the restaurant. A numero dos was calling my llamo. I was fired up in a good way. It was a real test of my legal skills to get out of this internship. I remembered Tom Cruise in ‘The Firm’ and how crazy that movie seemed to me. And yet, now, it is completely believable. I got the food to go and I was too preoccupied with the impending doom of this job trying to take everything away from me that I couldn’t focus on the soccer or any of the hot men around me checking me out. I left quickly and returned home. I remembered what the prison guy with the big cock had told me, everyone has an angle, work your own plan. I was going to do that. I made notes to call the local bar hotline and the school legal counseling line again. The same resources I used to sort out the 508 matter. I didn’t want to get too ahead of myself. Just take one step at a time. I decided I would reject the document as an offer, and state for the record that under the “mailbox rule” that no acceptable means there is no contract. In general, that was my logic. What would matter more in this case is the legal fight.

I unpacked the rest of my luggage and kept the gifts in my carry on for the office. I’d sort them out there. Mark texted me back and asked what was going on. I told him I was getting the “Manny treatment.” He replied “Oh no.” I sent him a heart emoji and said, “I’ll be fine.” He replied, “Sean is offering to help you if you need help in your fight.” I replied, thanking them both for their help and their friendship. I also then floated the idea of a going away party. Mark came back with a series of exclamation points and a Yes!!!!!!!. I told them my last day in the apartment was the 18th, and my last day at the firm was the 14th, so I was thinking the 16th, which was Saturday night, would be a great day for a party. They concurred and I told them I would figure out a game plan later. I was feeling better about the whole scenario. I didn’t know if I would win, but I wasn’t going down without a fight. It was getting to be 9:00 in the evening, and I was starting to fade. The jet lag was starting to get to me. I changed into pajamas and headed to bed.
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Chapter 46

I caught up with Sean and Mark and Mark asked, “So, how are you doing?” I smiled, “great,” thinking about George’s ass around my cock. “Alvaro got detained in Japan and needed me to bail him out and I made a deal with the firm to release me from the stupid contract in return for my statement on Alvaro’s behalf.” Sean was dumbfounded. “That’s amazing,” he said. I looked over at Mark and said, “you remember what Ron said to us that one afternoon? Never let a good crisis go to waste.” He nodded. “Well, I didn’t, and I went right up to James and bartered for my freedom.” I had a flashback to my William Wallace thought with my cock thrusting into the firm in the form of George. Sean said, “you are lucky.” I nodded, “and relieved. I can go back to school and have a normal life.”

I returned to the office after lunch with the boys. Todd was there, and I waved. He was on the phone and waved back. The travel admin was back and when I passed by her desk she averted her eyes at me. I kept walking. I was nearly done with the firm, so I could be a little carefree about the whole thing. I opened up my email and saw three emails. One, from the HR person, in response to my initial reply letter, was sent a more threatening letter, with litigation in mind and George’s name as the plaintiff. The second, was a copy of the Japanese transcription. I printed out the document, signed it and scanned it back into the computer. I emailed it to George and cc:ed Jason and Todd. I wasn’t sure what to do, but that seemed appropriate. Then the third, was an email from James thanking me for my discretion. I thought about the mess George and I had made on the floor of the steam room and thought, sort of discreet perhaps? A little while later, a fourth email arrived; George replied thanking me for the signature. I scanned a copy of the document that George had drafted, with James’s and my signatures, and I sent that back to the HR person in response to her second inquiry. I got an email back about an hour later saying, “thank you this matter is now closed.”

The rest of the week was uneventful. Jason and Todd asked me to help walk them through the fraud claims with the documents, and the three of us spent a couple of days in the vault file room together during my last week. Nathan asked me if I was holding court, and I said no, just handing off some of the work I had done while I was here. I told him I was going to have a going away party if he wanted to come. He nodded and said sure. I smiled and said that I would see him there. Alvaro returned to the office on Tuesday and he came over and gave me a hug, throwing caution and protocol to the wind. I didn’t think he had heard about the devil's bargain I had made to get him back, and to get me out of there. It didn't matter, life in tax land was back to the pleasantness I remembered when I started.

I invited Todd and Jason to my going away party. They weren’t bad people, they were just caught up in a bad situation I thought. I felt sorry for Jason especially. The firm catered in a lunch on my last day and I finally had a chance to try the food that they used to blackmail interns into staying. I had avoided that trap, and was glad to be heading out. It had been a wild summer. I thanked Martha, Todd’s admin for everything and she wished me luck at school. There were lots of hands shaking and back slapping. I left at 2:30 that last day, the earliest ever, even on the weekends. It felt surreal to be leaving after only ten weeks. I felt like I had been there for years. I was ready for retirement! I never did talk to the travel admin again. I think it was just too awkward for her. I was fine with how we ended things. And after I had my cock in George, he faded away as well. The world of litigation is a faraway place from tax land where I was. I didn’t hear from Ron or Jeremy again. And I didn’t visit the glory hole again, although I thought about it fondly from time to time when I was back in school.

I returned to the apartment and began getting ready for the going away blast. I made a grocery list and I decided to pack up everything I didn’t immediately need. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself on a school day in the middle of the day. It felt unusual and a little risque. I had a moment to finally slow down and reflect on the last few weeks. I had gone from church mouse to slut, to world traveler slut, to master negotiator with regulators, and international secret agent, to master lawyer negotiator and fuckmaster stud. I was really full of myself and yet, I did feel a bit empty. I didn’t have time for love, or even dating. I did match make a bit, and brought Sean and Mark together. They were holding strong, and Mark did decide to stay on with the firm, and finish school there, with Sean’s help I imagined. He had come into his own too, becoming more a man, but still yet very boyish. I was thrilled for him. And glad I had gotten the chance to be the meat in that man sandwich between him and that cock of Sean’s. I can still feel it even now.

As evening approached, I headed over to the pollo ala brasa place, my casa away from my casa. I ordered my food to be eaten there, and watched a couple of soccer games for old time’s sake. I was drinking a beer when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and it was my neighbor with his family. He shook my hand and introduced me to his wife and kids. I asked them to join me and we had a fun evening, speaking in broken Spanglish, and just laughing and talking with them and the kids. It was the closest thing I had had to a family experience this summer, and I was a little bit surprised that he had decided to bring me into his fold. It was nice though, the kids climbing on me, and the parents, relieved to have someone else to be climbed upon. I stayed until about 9 and then bid my farewell. I told them about the party that I was having and they promised to come by. At least I think that’s what we said to each other. I hugged his wife and patted their kids on the head and shook his hand. He pulled me in and hugged me briefly and I nodded as if to say, thank you. I waved as I left, and I walked back to the apartment. It was getting dusk but pleasant. The fireflies were out, and there was a feeling of calm in the air.

I turned on the TV and had a thought. I opened up my school email and sent Eddie a quick note. Not sure you’ll remember me, but I was in DC and we had a chance to talk a bit. I’m done with my summer job and I’m heading back to school but if you wanted to stay in touch, I’d be in to that. I hit send and closed my laptop. We’ll have to see. DC is only a couple of hours away by train, but it is a lifetime away in terms of lifestyle and culture. The delta between law school and law life seemed too big to jump, and I was still reeling from my own leap of madness between the two this summer. I fell asleep on the couch with the TV on, dreaming about my future life, the one with the big fancy house, car, and job, where I came home to Eddie and we snuggled in flannel pajama pants and watched reruns of anything but Friends! I just wanted to kiss him again. The images faded and swirled in my mind as I dozed on the couch. I was startled awake by the end of the TV broadcast, and I got up, turned off the lights, and headed to bed.

The next couple of days were spent getting ready for the big blow out party. I felt like I was both hosting a party and preparing for a hurricane. I was battening down hatches, and planning cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. In the end it was a nice garden party feel with people coming and going and snacking and chatting. Sean and Mark came by and gave me a fancy pen (all the lawyers have them Sean said) and I smiled and thanked them both. Todd brought his wife and kids for a bit, and his kids played with my neighbors kids, as they also dropped by in the early afternoon. As the day turned to evening, Jason arrived solo, Nathan visited for an hour and left, and then the crowd started to thin out more. To be honest, my iPhone music selections were only really set up for about five hours of music so I began to hear the same sounds from earlier this afternoon. I started to pick up dishes and move them to the sink and put paper plates and plastic cups in the trash. Jason was the only one remaining and he pitched in to help me clean up.

“You know you don’t have to do this,” I mentioned. He nodded, “I sort of feel like I owe you. I didn’t want to try to tie you to the firm but Alvaro made us do it, Todd and I. I do feel bad about that.” I stopped and put the trash bag down. “I see,” I said. “I didn’t realize how much you were involved in that whole escapade,” I answered evenly. He nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t know how to get out of it, and you were enjoying the work so much, I had half convinced myself that you wanted to stay.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I think it would have been different if I could have had the choice to stay,” I explained. He nodded. “Yes, that does make sense,” he offered. “Can I ask you something,” I inquired. He said yes. “Were you supposed to close the deal with me in DC?” He nodded yes. I then dug deeper, “why didn’t you?”

He took a deep breath and said, “I think I was in love with you.” He got quiet. I didn’t say anything for the moment. The silence got awkward. “Really,” I finally offered. “Yes,” he exhaled. “I was so attracted to you. I knew you were having a wild phase, and I also knew that Alvaro and Barty were after you, so I pulled back. I was hoping you’d see me and choose me out of the crowd.” He took a deep breath, the confession of it all hitting him hard. I was a little taken aback too. “Did Todd know about it?” I asked. He said, “no I never said anything to him, but he can read me like a book after so many years of working side by side. He is my closest relationship right now.” I nodded. “Is that why Todd was trying to get me to slow down and focus on work?” I wondered out loud. He nodded. “Yes, I think he was trying to see if you were able to refocus and see me for who I was.” I nodded. It was a careful dance. I didn’t say anything for a minute. He turned to me and said, “I’m sorry, I am being stupid about the whole thing.” I shook my head no. “Thank you for telling me. Do you feel better?” He shrugged his shoulders, “maybe a little.” He seemed so small at that moment, so lost. It was up to me to be the adult.

“Jason, I think you are an amazing man. You have a lot going for you, and you are very handsome. But you are also twenty years older than me, and more settled in your life than I am. I am just starting out, a kid, and while it was a great summer, it was my first real summer of legal practice. You have a lot more of that under your belt.” He nodded. I looked down to see if his cock was showing just how much was under his belt exactly. The zipper was keeping his secrets, at least for now. I continued, “you deserve someone special, but you have to make time in your life to welcome that special person in, and working the way you do, you are locking the door to any type of love that might knock. I don’t think you want to be alone, but you seem happier being alone.” He nodded. “I don’t want to be alone. I don’t really know what to do.” He had a tear stream down his cheek. I left the trash in the kitchen and walked over and hugged him. I was torn. I could fuck him. I could suck him off. I could cuddle with him. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I just held him for a while. He held onto me tightly. His arms cradled me and I held him, rubbing his back gently and putting my head on his shoulder.

After about five minutes he backed away. “Thank you John, you are a nice man. I am so glad I got to know you.” I smiled, “I’m glad I got to know you too. I really enjoyed working for you.” I stuck out my hand and we shook. He turned to the door, and walked over. I followed and patted him on the back as he opened the door to go. “Take care of yourself,” I said to him. He smiled and turned to me and said, “you do the same.” He then walked over to a beautiful Mercedes coupe, got in and drove off. And that was the last of the firm I saw that summer, and actually for a long while. I turned back to my place and continued picking up plates and glasses and taking bags of trash to the dumpster. I finally went to bed around 1 am.

I had a couple of more days in the place, and I spent them packing and getting ready for school. Sean and Mark came over the last night I was here and brought take out, a numero dos for me, my favorite! I returned the keys to the owner, and signed some paperwork that morning. I had my car completely packed with stuff, everything from my new ‘gifted’ clothes to some trinkets from my travels. I drove back toward law school and away from the city. I was sad to leave, but as I approached the exit for school, I was elated again. It was coming home to a familiar place. I was different, but this place felt comfortable like an old pair of shoes that I hadn’t worn since the previous winter, but the first touch of fall I brought them out and they felt amazing all over again. I put on my turn signal, and headed back to my old life.