Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2021 21:17:58 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Hospital - Chapter Four WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between college men. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a story of a middle aged man and a teenage boy who have nasty encounter and then five years later meet again under totally different circumstances. This awakens some unfamiliar yet pleasurable feelings for both of them. This story is not just a 'we suck, we fuck, we do it again' story, although the sexual activity does increase as the story continues, but it also explores the developing relationship between the two of them and their sexual exploits. A Visit to the Hospital Chapter Four "The Honeymoon Is Over" The rest of the week after the funeral was pretty much the same, day after day. Lance and I were staying naked around the house, going over Alice's papers on the charity and the various trusts she had set up during the day, going to bed mentally exhausted but still managing to spend some intimate time together before we drifted off to sleep. It had only been a week but Lance was concerned the sex was becoming repetitive so we screwed around in different rooms in the house, even going as far as to sneak out and do it in the back seat of my car in the driveway one evening after dark. I promised I would stand beside him and never leave him alone. If he keeps this up he's going to give me a heart attack. What a hell of a way to go! The following week the honeymoon was over. Mildred was coming back to work so no more nudity in the house between 8:00 AM and 5:00 PM. I was sleeping in the guest room and Lance was sleeping in his room. Or so our story went. Lance would mess up his bed like it was slept in and then come sleep with me so Mildred wouldn't catch on to our arrangements. Lance was back to school, bringing home extra homework every night to get caught up. I was going back to my office during the day to catch up on my foundation work. Our sexcapades had slowed down to once or twice a week, but it was more meaningful each time. Lance had returned to the hospital to get back to his volunteer work. He couldn't put in as much time as he did before but he looked forward to seeing his friends. On Wednesday, I stayed around the house. I wanted to talk to Mildred. "Mildred, do you have a few minutes?" "Of course, Mr. Gates." "Please call me Chris. I wanted to have a quick chat with you about your position here. I know things are different with Alice no longer here. I'm glad you're staying on. I know it makes Lance feel better, less upheaval in his life. But I want to get a few things straight between you and I." "Of course, Mr. Gates." "Chris, remember?" "Yes, Mr. Gates." This may be more difficult than I thought. "I want you to understand that you work for Lance, not me. If you have any issues like some time off, a raise, something that needs attention around the house, bring it up with him. I would be glad to help with anything but I don't feel it's my place to interfere with the way you run the household. My responsibility lies strictly with Lance's well being and upbringing. If you have an issue with me or something I'm doing or not doing, by all means talk to me about it, or Lance if you'd feel more comfortable. You have done a terrific job maintaining the house and I'd like you to feel free to continue doing so as you see fit. Okay?" "That's fine. The one thing I would like to say is that I love Lance like my own son. I respect Mrs. Winthrop's decision to appoint you as guardian but if you hurt Lance in any way, physically, emotionally or financially, I will hunt you down and kill like a stray dog. As long as that's understood, we'll get along just fine." "You're not the first person who had made that promise to me," I laughed. "Lance is a very special young man with some very special people looking after him. I include myself in that group. Again, if you have any concerns about the relationship between Lance and myself, please discuss it with me." Her stern demeanor seemed to soften a little but I still wasn't sure I had won her over. "I want to have the same talk with Carlos when he comes in for lunch. Will you let me know when he's in the house?" "I will but he won't talk to you. He's scared of you and wants to keep as far away from you as possible." "Why? I've done nothing to upset him, at least not that I know of." "He just doesn't like powerful men. He wouldn't speak to Mr. Winthrop either. He would always talk to just Mrs. Winthrop or myself. Just the way he is." "I'd like to have a try. I'm a nice guy once you get to know me. I'll try not to scare him or intimidate him. Just let me know when he is available if you would." "I will do that. Thank you for the chat, Chris. And please tell Lance if he is not going to sleep in his own bed, stop messing it up so I have to make it every morning." at last giving me a small smile. Mildred was a real cool character. There wasn't much that was going to get past her, that's for sure. I had an idea for talking with Carlos. I went up stairs and found my grubbiest work clothes and put them on. Maybe he was intimidated by the suits and not the man wearing them. Mildred let me know when Carlos had come in for lunch. I casually sauntered into the kitchen to get a glass of water. "Oh, hi Carlos. Hey, I just wanted you to know if you have any questions or concerns about the grounds you can deal with Lance. He is the boss around here, not me. You've done an excellent job keeping the landscaping looking so beautiful. If I got in the middle of it, I'd make a mess of things. Keep up the good work." "Yes, Mr. Gates. Thank you Mr. Gates." "Please, call me Chris. Mildred does and I want you to as well, okay?" "Yes, or course, Mr. . . ., Chris." "I'll let you get back to your lunch. Have a good day." As I walked out of the kitchen I passed Mildred. She gave me a sly look. "You really are a charmer. Now I see why Lance is so taken with you." I just smiled at her and place a hand on her shoulder as I passed her. "You have a nice day as well, Mildred." That night in bed, Lance mentioned that I had talked to Mildred. "She seemed pleased with you. What did you tell her? You weren't going to fire her, were you?" I gave him a recap of our conversation and assured him that I meant what I said. She and Carlos worked for him, not me. "She also said you had something you were supposed to tell me?" I laughed out loud. "Yes, she asked that if you weren't going to sleep in your own bed, to stop messing it up so she had to remake it every morning. And then she winked at me." Lance looked shocked as his face turned beet red. With everything we had been through in the past few weeks I had never seen him blush. "Damn! No secrets between anyone in this house, is there?" "Apparently not." The lawyer called and wanted to meet to read the will. I suggested a Saturday so Lance wouldn't miss any more school. Mildred and Carlos were asked to attend as well. The following Saturday morning we all met at his office. After listening to all the legal mumbo jumbo about the various trust accounts that I was to be in charge of until Lance reached the legal age. They included the Winthrop Foundation, a household trust that included ownership of the house and enough money to pay for any and all household expenses, and a personal fund for Lance. Then he started with the individual bequeaths. Alice had left $500,000 to Mildred and Carlos. It could be set up in a trust or they could take it in one lump sum. The lawyer told them he would discuss both options with them later. The last bequeath was $1,000,000 to go to Paul's brother, Lance's Uncle Walter. "How soon does the money have to be dispersed to Uncle Walter?" Lance inquired. "There is no specific deadline but we can't close probate until all monies have been distributed. Why do you ask?" "There has always been bad blood between Uncle Walter and our family and I doubt he would accept the money. I have idea how I can possible get him to accept it but it may take a month or so to work it out. Would closing probate hold up the money for Mildred and Carlos or interfere with transferring the trusts?" "No, we can hold off for you to see what you can work out." Lance and I thanked the lawyer and left him to talk with Mildred and Carlos. "Do you think Mildred and Carlos will quit now they have all that money?" Lance asked "I think you'd have to burn down the house, move to an unknown tropical island in the Pacific Ocean and have someone forge your death certificate before either one of them would leave." "I feel bad for you, Chris, Mother didn't leave you anything in her will except having to oversee all the different trusts." "Are you kidding, she left me the most of anyone. She left me you!" "I think you had me before the will was read. And then some." We put an arm around each other and left the building. Next was a meeting with the accountant, Philip Lawson, who took care of the books for all the trusts. I wanted Lance to be in on this meeting as well. Another Saturday meeting. "Thank you for seeing us on a Saturday, Mr. Lawson. I'm working with Lance to get him aquainted with how the charity functions and I wanted him to meet you and get an overview of the bookkeeping." "Sounds like a good idea. It will take more than just this one meeting, however. We can set up a series of meetings with the three of us." "I would also feel more comfortable if we could set up a system of checks and balances. I mean no disrespect, but I'd like my accountant to meet with you so the two of you can compare notes on your systems." "Transparency is a good thing. I have no problem with that." "I want this to be a two way street. If you notice any discrepancies in any of the dealing with any of the trust accounts, feel free to bring it to my attention, Lance's attention or Lance's lawyer if you feel that would be warranted. I take the responsibility of handling other people's money very seriously." "Considering the reputation of the Gates Foundation, I'm sure you do. I don't anticipate any problems. But if I do have any questions or concerns I will most assuredly speak up to the appropriate party." "Wonderful. Lance and I look forward to a long and smooth relationship with you and your firm." As we left the office, Lance turned to me and asked in a subdued voice, "Did you just call him a crook?" "Not at all. I just wanted to put him on notice that I would be looking over his shoulder and I wanted him looking over mine. Where million and million of dollars are concerned one can never be too careful." We stopped at the store to get some junk food and snacks. Mildred kept a well stocked kitchen but short on the unhealthy snacks Lance and I both enjoyed from time to time. We arrived home and Lance reminded me that Mildred was not around on the weekends. Playing dumb, I asked him, "Oh, do you want me to fix lunch? Or wash some dishes? Do some laundry?" "I don't care what you do, but these clothes have to come off . . . NOW!" Lance ran up t me and started ripping the clothes off of me. As soon as I was naked, he removed his own clothes even faster. "There, that's better. Now, about that lunch you mentioned. How about some sausage?" as he fell to his knees and took my soft cock in his mouth. After being so assertive in the meetings with the lawyer and the accountant, Lance was the assertive one now. I still had mixed feelings about what we did but one feeling won out over all the others. I was his do to with as he wanted. It feels so good when we are together like this is it is useless for me to try and resist. My soft cock was stiff in no time, being worked on by Lance's eager mouth. As he sucked my cock, using his tongue and lots of suction, one hand fondled my balls and the other hand went to my ass. He had let his mouth come almost off my cock to let some of his saliva drip onto his finger then used that wet finger to play with my hole, teasing and rubbing it before he pushed in. Total sensory overload. The only thing that was missing was my mouth. But I was breathing to heavy to be able to kiss anyway. He got in a rhythm pushing his finger as deep as he could when he when took my cock to the base. Then pulling his mouth back to the tip as he withdrew his finger almost completely out then repeating his thrusts. I knew I wasn't going to last long so I begged him to stop so I could do him before I came. He ignored me and kept at me until I reached my climax and filled his mouth with cum, my sphincter closing tight around his finger. As he removed himself from my body parts, I staggered back and plopped down on the bench in the front hallway. Lance stood before me in all his erect glory. I pulled him towards me and licked the precum off the tip of his boner, then quickly swallowing him. He grabbed my head to hold me onto him as he threw his head back and moaned. He was so aroused by sucking me off it didn't take but less than a minute for him to unload. He fell back down to his knees and moved in between my legs to hug me. He leaned up and we shared a multi cum kiss, our tongue swirling around inside each other's mouths mixing our cum together. "Your cum tastes awesome but it's not very filling. Does that offer of lunch still stand?" "It does, if I can stand. My legs are still wobbly," I laughed. In a play on an old saying, Lance shot back. "If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the bedroom." "But you attacked me in the front hallway, not the bedroom, smart ass!" "Okay, so let's go to the bedroom then." "After we eat. I'm hungry as well." We made something to eat and then retired to the bedroom where we spent the rest of the day cuddling, kissing, enjoying each other's bodies and napping, repeating in that order. The next morning Lance shook me awake, standing next to the bed. "Come on sleepy head, It's time to get up and get with it. It's 8:00 and the day is passing us by." Rubbing my eyes and stretching, "Man, you're full of piss and vinegar this morning. How long have you been up?" "I got up at 5:00, finished my make up homework, showered, made breakfast and now I'm trying to bring you out of your coma." "I know one way you could really get me up," I smirked at him. "No time for that now, we have work to do. We haven't been keeping up with our charity homework all week. Now get up and get moving!" "But it's Sunday. It's a day of rest," I protested. "Yes, and you've rested. Now get your ass out of bed before I drag it out." Yes, the honeymoon was over. Lance's enthusiasm for life not only involved sex but now it extended to his mother's, excuse me, HIS charity foundation. As much as I missed some morning intimacy in bed with him, I had to admire his drive. As I headed to the bathroom I glanced in his room. On his pillow Lance had placed a single rose, the last one of the season in the garden, and small box of chocolates. An unspoken sign of his affection for Mildred and her not making a big deal about him not sleeping his own bed. The boy certainly has class. I showered and headed down to the kitchen just as he was removing breakfast from the warming oven. Waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and toast. "If we eat all this, we be too stuffed to get any work done." "We got a full day ahead of us and this is the last you get to eat until supper. So eat up and let's get to work." Eat we did, and work we did. Lance had a pretty good feel for the way the foundation functioned. Now he wanted to look over some of the recent proposals submitted for funding. He knew what the criteria was for accepting a proposal but was still unsure of himself in making a final recommendation. "Lance, take a note pad and review this proposal. Then make notes of what you feel are the positive aspects of it, the negative aspects and any question you would have right now or to submit to the organization making the proposal. I'll do the same and then we can compare and see what we both thought." "Sounds good." After several hours on reading and making notes, we had gone through five proposals. We compared notes and I was very impressed. At the top of his notes for each one, he was following his Mother's philosophy, 'Who did it benefit and how many did it benefit'. He had actually done a basic cost analysis of the amount of the request and how many people it would affect, yielding a per person cost factor. Somewhat crude in his method, but I liked his thinking in wanting to get the most bang for his buck. "Okay, time for a break for lunch?" "No, I told you nothing until supper. Do you think all these people needing help are going to take a break," pointing to the pile of request folders on the desk. "Go get some of the snacks we bought and some cold drinks and let's keep pushing forward." Man, what a slave driver. Or just youthful enthusiasm in his new found passion. I returned with snacks and drinks and we continued to work until 6:00. Just as Lance was closing the folder he was working on, "Hey Chris, did you hear that?" "No, what?" "I think there is a bear in the house, I just heard it growl." "There has been a bare in the house all day, us you fool! Bare naked!" "For sure, too bad we had to work all day and not take advantage of the situation." Lance jumped up and ran out of the office before I had a chance to answer back. I found him in the kitchen, bent over and rooting through the refrigerator for something to eat. I walked up behind him and grabbed him around the waist, pulling my semi erect cock into this ass crack. "Stand like this and you might get more than you're looking for in there." "Who says I'm not looking for that as well. Just need some nourishment to keep up my strength to keep up with a horny sex starved old guy." We both laughed. We found nourishment for our bodies and then went upstairs and enjoyed some nourishment for our souls. Several times. As the end of September approached I got a notice of the board of directors meeting for Winthrop Foundation. It was normally held on a Saturday morning but the meeting had been moved to the first Wednesday of the month at noon. I wondered how they could do this without a vote of the board and if this was done to try and prevent Lance from attending. Maybe I'm being too cynical but it really didn't matter. There was no way Lance or I were going to miss this meeting. I called his school to speak to the headmaster to ask if Lance could be excused that day and why. "There is more to an education than reading, writing and arithmetic," the headmaster explained. "I'm sure Lance will benefit greatly from seeing the inner working of his Mother's charity. Have him bring in a note on Tuesday explaining his absence and tell him I want to meet with him on Thursday to get his thoughts on the meeting. He needn't share any confidential information, just his impression of how the board functions." "Thank you. I'm sure he'll be happy to meet with you." I told Lance of the meeting and the talk I had with his headmaster. "Make sure you have your best suit cleaned and ready. I want you to make a good impression on these people." "I'll be nervous but as long as you're there I'll be okay." "I'm sure you'll be more than okay." "By the way, Chris, I received a note from Fr. Riley. He hasn't received my Mother's monthly pledge check and wanted me to send it along as soon as possible. She would send the church a check for $1,000 every month." "He has some balls, doesn't he? Could show up for the graveside service but wants his check? What are you going to do?" "I though you and I would attend church together this Sunday and I could hand him the check in person." "If that's what you want, I'll go with you." We went to church that Sunday and as we were walking out after Mass, Fr. Riley was at the door greeting everyone. Lance extended his hand to shake with the priest and handed him the check. "Father, I've been meaning to ask you, how far in advance would I have to reserve the church for a wedding?" Both the priest and I had astonished looks on our faces. I wondered what Lance was up to. "Are you asking for yourself, Lance?" "Yes Father, I'll be 16 in a few months and then I can legally marry." "It may be legal but it's still very young. Do I know this person you're contemplating entering into holy matrimony with?" "Not yet, Father, I can make the introduction at next week's Mass." "Does she attend this church?" "No, St. Thomas on the other side of town." "I know the priest there very well. What is her name so I can inquire about her?" "His name is Brian Murphy, a good Irish Catholic. He and I have been in love for months now and can't wait to get married and consummate our marriage." The look on the priest face was priceless. He turned ghost white and sputtered and spit as he reacted. "A male? Are you seriously asking me to perform a gay marriage," he yelled out, causing everyone to turn and look at us." "Yes, Father, isn't love the main requisite for a solid marriage. We're in love and want to be married in your church." "No way in hell! Not in my church! Or any other Catholic Church in this city. I'll put the word out on you, that's for sure. And Mr. Gates, how could you stand there and allow this young man to ask such a thing?" I was trying to hide my smirk and not laugh out loud at the prank Lance was pulling, "I support his decision 100%. He is truly in love with this boy. The only thing I have advised him is to follow the church's teachings and to wait to have sex until they are married. That's why they are so anxious to make it official." Lance was grinning eat to eat at my response to the priest. Fr. Riley however, was not amused. In fact he was down right furious. He looked at the check Lance had given him, tore it into little pieces and yelled to us both," "Get out of my church and never enter this holy place again!" As we smiled and walked out the door, we noticed most of the younger people in the congregation smiling along with us. They didn't know if Lance was serious or not but they enjoyed watching Fr. Riley's head explode. "Well, now you have definitely cinched it. We're both going straight to hell, Lance." "As long as we're going together, its okay. The look on his face was worth it." "If you can handle that crusty old priest, I'm sure you'll have no problem holding your own with the board members on Wednesday." Lance wanted to stop at a bookstore on the way home from church and get a copy of Robert's Rules of Order so he knew what he could and couldn't say or do at the meeting. He spent all afternoon Sunday reading up on parliamentary procedure, asking me to clarify a few things. As we got into bed Sunday evening, Lance cuddled up to me and rubbed my chest with his left hand. Lowering it to my stiffening cock he said he wanted to ask me a question. I assumed it was about the book he was reading all afternoon and thought this was odd considering he had just wrapped his fingers around me. "Would it be cheating on Brian Murphy if we engaged in oral sex?" I pushed him back on the other side of the bed. "Yes, it most certainly would. You're not even married yet and you're cheating on him?" I tried to sound serious. "How about if your new name is Brian Murphy, at least for right now." "Then that makes it perfectly okay. Better than okay. Come over here and swing around." For the next 30 minutes we sucked cock, sucked balls, finger asses and played with each other, trying to hold off cumming for as long as we could. But the inevitable happened and we were coated with other's white goo. "See, this is why I love Brian Murphy, he is such a great lover." "But is it truly love or just lust?" I asked. "I'm not sure, really. I think it's love. What about you?" "I have no idea either. I know I love you as a person, but that's different than being in love." "What do you mean? Isn't it the same?" "Not really. You loved your mother but you had no desire to go to bed with her." "Ewww, that's gross." "That's the difference." "We have sex so doesn't that mean we're IN love?" "It could, but I'm not sure either of us has crossed that line yet. We love each other and want to be with one another. And we do have great sex but the sex part may change if you find other people you want to be intimate with, guys or girls." "No way I'd trade you for any one else. You're all I need and want." "Right now, maybe but things can change, as far as the sex is concerned. Sex is a powerful thing and can make us feel things we wouldn't ordinarily." "I know what I know. And I love you and am in love with you." "I might be as well, but let's not get hung up on classifying it right now. Let's just enjoy what we have while we have it. I have a hard enough time dealing with my feelings for you while trying to be the guardian and faux parent in your life." "Until you make up your mind, kiss me and let's just stay like we are for as long as can." We kissed passionately until our jaws were tired and our lips were sore. Then cuddled and went to sleep. The honeymoon may be over but something else has taken it's place. Something scary, something confusing, but something wonderful, all at the same time. Wednesday came around and Lance was up early, nervous about meeting with the board of directors on the charity. I tried to reassure him he would do fine. He only picked at his breakfast and Mildred also tried to bolster his spirits. He reviewed his recommendation he had typed out on the financial requests we had received. He went up to get dressed and when he came back down he was wearing a dark gray pin stripped suit. He was a stunning figure, looking much older than his years. In his right hand he was carrying a fine tooled leather brief case. He put it on the desk and opened it to put his papers inside. "Wow, where did you get that brief case? That is awesome." "It was my Dad's. Mother gave it to me and told me someday it might come in handy." "Those board members don't know what they're in for. The suit, the brief case, you're ready to kick ass and take names." "I'm still nervous, but Mother always told me 'clothes make the man'. I didn't understand what she meant but I do feel more confident now that I look the part." "You don't just look the part, you are the man!" Lance smiled and gave me a hug. As we walked out of the office, Mildred was waiting for us. She also gave Lance a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. Then a tear rolled down her cheek. "Lance, you look just like your father when I first started working for him. It's as if he is standing here in front of me." Lance gave her another hug. "Thank you, Mildred. That's the nicest thing anyone could ever say." We made small talk on the way to the meeting, avoiding talking about the business at hand. Lance was calmer now and ready to meet the board. We entered the room and the members were all there, smoking cigars and sipping Scotch. They're heads turned when we entered. "Why did you bring the youngster with you? This is a business meeting, not day care," the chairman grumbled. "As you all well know, Mrs. Winthrop had me appointed as lead trustee for the charity and all the responsibilities and privileges that go with it. But I'm only keeping the seat warm until Lance turns 18 and then he takes the reins. So this 'youngster' is here to learn the ropes so he can get up to speed on the operation." "This is highly unusual. The matters we discuss in this room are confidential and no outsiders are allowed unless invited." "I invited him to be here and he will be here at this meeting and every other meeting of this board. Any member who doesn't like it is free to resign effective immediately," I forcefully informed them. They all looked around at each other but no one offered to resign. "One more thing, I don't think it's a good idea to be smoking and drinking at a business meeting, where Lance is here or not. I'm a non-smoker and don't appreciate inhaling your second hand smoke. If you want to go drinking after our business is completed, more power to you. But with the issues we deal with a clear mind is essential to making sound decisions." Again they looked around at each other, then snuffed out their cigars and pushed their drinks away from in front of them. The meeting was called to order and the chairman brought up the first request for financial support. "Mr. Gates, I trust you have had and opportunity to review this and offer a recommendation?" "Yes, I have. But Lance has some questions that I think need to be addressed before we make a decision. Lance?" Lance opened his briefcase and took out copies of his review, enough for each board member. As he passed them around he started to address the board. "Hold on there, youngster. We have allowed you to be present in the room but have not given you permission to address this board or be handing out any paperwork." "You are correct sir. But if you insist on barring me from being a part of any of these discussions, I will simply whisper my remarks and questions to Mr. Gates who will then relay them to you. I think that would be a particularly huge waste of our time and drag this meeting out unnecessarily, don't you Mr. Chairman?" "I'm sure the rest of the board will be interested in what a high school boy has to say on such important matters." "Why not let them decide for themselves.' It was time for me to speak up. "Yes, Mr. Chairman, I make a motion that Mr.Lance Winthrop, heir apparent to this foundation, be given the right to address this board and hand out any paperwork he deems pertinent to the important matters at hand." I said as I glared at the chairman. "Oh, very well, let's get this nonsense over with. Who is in favor of letting this young man speak at our meetings?" "Point of order, Mr. Chairman." Lance spoke up quickly and loudly. "Aren't you required to have a second on a motion before it can be voted on?" Several members smiled and nodded their heads while a few others choked at his words. "FINE!" growled the chairman, "Can I get a second on the motion?" Three of the board members raised their hands and all said, "I'll second the motion on the floor." The vote was taken and it was overwhelming to let Lance participate in the meetings. He finished handing out his review to all the members. The chairman just threw his on the table in front of him. The room was quiet as the members read over Lance's work. "The boy raises some very interesting questions on this request. He has obviously given this a lot of thought. I think we need to table this request until we have time to look into this further and get some answers to these issues he has raised," the younger looking of the members spoke up. "Very well, let's move on to the next item on the agenda," the chairman sighed. Lance opened his briefcase again and pulled out another handful of reviews to hand out. "AGAIN?!?" the chairman huffed. "Yes, again, sir. I have spent considerable time going over these requests and think we need to look very closely at where the foundation money is going to be allocated. My Mother always had two very important questions with any request. Who would the money benefit and how many would receive those benefits. That is something we must continue to ask and answer." "Your mother was always difficult to work with and I can see you are going to be the same," the chairman complained. "In the past few years I thought she was finally coming around but now we have you to contend with. I'm not going to be second guessed by some wet behind the ears kid who should be out chasing girls and not in here trying to interfere with something he knows nothing about." "I have grown up with the Winthrop Foundation overshadowing anything and everything in my life. I have spent hours pouring over past requests and these current ones and I see a disturbing trend of dispersing funds for questionable causes and organizations. This foundation is not here to bolster the political ambitions or popularity of any one individual. I intend to see to it that this foundation maintains the highest standards and stays true to it's original purpose. And if that doesn't sit well with you Mr. Chairman, or you won't be 'second guessed' then maybe its time you step down from the board." Lance's voice calm and steady but determined to get his message across. I looked around the room and several members were shaking their heads in approval, some had their mouths open looking totally shocked and some were just looking down at the table, waiting for the chairman to explode. And did he. "I have never been talked to with such disrespect in all my life. I won't take it, I tell you, I won't. I call for a vote immediately to have this young man expelled from this meeting and any further meetings!" "Again, Mr. Chairman, there had to be a motion on the floor and a second before a vote can be taken," Lance grinned as he said it knowing it was going to really send the chairman ballistic. "Someone make a motion so we can get this little brat out of here and continue on with our business," the chairman shouted. Finally I had to speak up. "First of all, Mr. Chairman, I've know Lance for about five years now. When I first met him he was in fact a spoiled brat. But in the years since, he has matured and grown into a sincere, honest and young man of principles. I'm proud and honored to know him. Second, if you expel him from these meetings I'm sure that will have a disastrous effect on the ongoing work of this board. You do remember that no request can be funded if approved unless the trustee of the foundation's money also approves. As the person that has that responsibility, I will rely on Lance's recommendation to approve or not. So if you remove Lance from these meetings you can rest assured there will be no further funding coming your way." "You wouldn't dare scuttle the foundation's work. It would be scandalous." "Just this board would be scuttled. Lance has sufficient resources at his disposal to continue the family's charitable mission." Just then, one of the members of the board spoke up. "I'd like to make a motion if I may, Mr. Chairman." "Good, let's get this over with and get him out of here," the chairman grumbled. "Thank you. I would like to make a motion that we hold a vote to replace the current chairman of the board with another member. I would like to nominate Lance Winthrop to be that person." The chairman's face got so red I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack. "Point of order, Mr. Chairman," Lance spoke up. He had the same look on his face as when he asked the priest to perform a gay wedding in his church. Lance was on a roll now and the poor chairman didn't have a chance. "There has to be a second and a vote on holding a vote before anyone can be nominated." Lance was grinning like a Cheshire cat and totally at ease now and enjoying himself. "You don't need a fucking second or any god damn vote, I quit! Who is with me," as he got up to walk out the door. No one got up, some of them starting to clapping. "Fuck you all! You can stay here and babysit this asshole and his friend. You should realize that Gates here is just trying to sabotage this organization so his will be the only one in town and everyone will have to come kiss his ass to get any funding." When the chairman slammed the door behind him, the rest was stunned and quiet. Lance spoke up softly. "I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused. This wasn't my intention at all. I just had some questions about these requests and thought they should be looked into deeper. My apologies to you all." The member who call for the vote, spoke up, "You notice none of us followed him. We have been following him for far too long. Some of us have had reservations about some of the decisions this board has made but we've all been too afraid to speak up. The chairman is a very powerful man in this town and has friends in high places. I think I speak for the rest of us when I say thank you for having the guts to stand up to him." "I also have a friend, Mr. Gates. He has been mentoring me in the ways that charities function. You all owe him a thank you as well." One by one, they all got up and came over and shook Lance's hand and mine. "I want to assure you all that I have no intentions of forsaking the trust that Mrs. Winthrop and Lance have placed in me to make sure the Winthrop Foundation continues to support the people of this city through its fine work. Lance and I will work hard to gain your respect in everything we do." We left the meeting so the members could talk amongst themselves to figure out who would be a good person to take over the chairmanship. I had my bets on the one who called for the vote. As we drove home I looked over at Lance. "Lance, please tell me you love me." "Sure, I love you. But where the hell did that come from?" "I've seen you take down a prominent priest who actually tore up a large check and now take down a powerful chairman of a board of directors. If you didn't love me I'd be too scared to hang around wondering what you'd do to me." "I lock you in my bedroom and make you my sex bitch!" he laughed. "Oh wait, except for the lock, I've already done that." I pushed his shoulder and replied, "We'll see who is who's bitch when we get home." "Why wait?" as Lance reached over and grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. "I'm hard and I want you now, bitch." "You really getting high on yourself, aren't you?" "You're damn straight I am. But I'll take back the bitch comment. For now anyway." Lance laughed as he threw his head back against the headrest on his seat. When we got home, Mildred was still there even though it was past the time when she leaves. "So how did your meeting go?" she inquired. "There were some unexpected changes but it was all good." Lance calmly told her. "Changes?" I yelled, "You should have seen him kicking ass!" I filled her in on the meeting and the way Lance had taken control. Mildred started to tear up again. "My god, Lance, you are your father. He wouldn't take any shit from anyone either. He would be so proud of you, just like I am." Both of us were shocked. We had never heard Mildred swear before. She and Lance hugged for a few moments. When she released him she looked towards me. "You better behave yourself, Chris. Lance Winthrop is not someone to mess with." Lance and I both had to laugh at her comment. He and I were always messing around. As soon as she left, Lance and I ran up to my bedroom. "I want you, Chris, I want to fuck your ass hard and deep. Get undressed and get on the bed face down." "Yes sir, Mr. Lance, you sex bitch will do as he's told." "Drop the bitch, remember, just do as you're told," as he stripped out his suit and got the lube. I lay down and before I could get comfortable, Lance was smearing his stiff cock with lube, rubbing it all over my hole and then laying down on top of me. "Are you ready?" "Always ready for you, stud." He rubbed his cock up and down my crack twice before honing in on my hole. He applied pressure and then pushed himself in, not waiting or going slowly. I pushed out to make it a little less painful but it still hurt more than when he went slow. Once he had bottomed out inside me, he pulled back and commenced to fuck me hard and deep, just as he said he wanted. It certainly wasn't the way we normally made love. No, this wasn't making love, this was closer to rape, or at the very least, a hard fucking for his pleasure. I was starting to get very turned on at lying under him as he repeatedly punished my hole with his stiff cock, being submissive to him. It wasn't long at all before he gave one final hard thrust and unloaded deep inside me. He immediately rolled off me and onto his back trying to catch his breath. Finally he spoke, "Dam it Chris, that was hot! "And painful! What got into you?" "Oh, I'm sorry, not exactly sure why I got so carried away. I guess I was so relieved the way the meeting went to day. I thought I was in way over my head." "Actually it was the chairman who was in over his head," I laughed. "He had no idea who he was messing with." "I didn't mean to hurt you. You can do the same to me next time if you want." "No, I would never want to hurt you. I prefer mutual enjoyment." "Want me to suck you off?" "Not right now. Let's just get something for supper and turn in early. It's been a long and stressful day." As we got off the bed, Lance put on a pair of jogging shorts instead of his usual casual nakedness after Mildred had left for the day. That and the rough sex, maybe the honeymoon is over? If you enjoyed this story you may enjoy some of my other stories posted on Nifty. Feed back is always welcome to Jonathan at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. If you can't find them, from the main menu select "Authors". In the upper right hand corner, select "Search". 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