Jack Scribe

Warning:  The following story may contain graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such material, or if reading this sort of material is illegal in your jurisdiction, then read no further. This multipart story is primarily about romance and relationships between men. Any reference to actual persons, living or dead, is only to enhance the fictional nature of the story and does not suggest a particular sexual orientation.    

A special acknowledgement to David from the Lakeview area of Chicago and Brad from Denver for providing diligent proofing and editing of the story, to Carey for being a patient teacher, and to Drew for helping to expand my boundaries.

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Dinner wrapped up around 9:00 p.m. After thanking Jerry and saying our goodbyes, Joe and I departed. I swore that Jerry gave me a knowing wink when he walked us to the door. Driving west on the quiet Sunday evening streets, we arrived at the Eugenie Street condo in minutes. Finding an available parking space near Joe's building, I said, "If this is too late for you, I'll understand."

He looked into my eyes and replied, "Sammy, its definitely not too late." He leaned over and kissed me, while grabbing my thigh with his right hand. As he paused for air and a positive visual signal from me, I pulled him back for an intense, passionate attack. I allowed his tongue to enter and explore. Breathing heavier, he said, "I've wanted this to happen since I saw you at the gym." His free hand gently stroked my forehead and hair. "Wanna continue in my place?"

Feeling the form of a solid erection beneath the 501's, I ran my hand up and down the warm, bulging outline. "You lead the way."

I parked and locked the Jeep, and we crossed the street to the condo tower lobby. The doorman didn't pay any attention to us other than nodding to Joe. Fortunately, there was no one at the elevators to witness two young, horny men with bulging crotches. On the 14th floor, we entered the one-bedroom unit that was decorated in Crate and Barrel modern with artist-signed lithography. Sturdy, tasteful, and masculine.

Turning on a lamp, Joe stood behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my torso. He leaned over and gave my ear a tongue-bath while sliding his hands down my shirt and under the waistband of my pants. He pushed a pronounced hard crotch into my butt. Slowly his fingers arrived at my pubic area and began to massage the groin. I whispered, "This works much better with no clothes on."

He replied, "Follow me." We walked into his bedroom, using the soft illumination from the living room for light. In the shadows I could see him sit down on the desk chair and start to remove his boots.

"Allow me," I hoarsely suggested, kneeling to pull off the boots. After both were removed, I took off his socks and rubbed his long, narrow feet. Bending down, I sucked his big toes, one at a time. I took off my loafers and stood up, my crotch aimed at his face, and he immediately unbuckled and zipped down my pants. I lowered them and stepped out of the collapsed pant legs.

My hard dick was standing straight out of the opening in the boxers. I removed the golf shirt and moved closer.  "Oh, Sammy. I've died and gone to homo heaven." He leaned in and took my cock in his mouth as I slowly started fucking his face.

After a few minutes, I withdrew and said, "It seems this is all one-sided. Stand up, Stud. You've got some stripping to do." We both laughed as he rose. I removed his black tee and admired his smooth swimmer's chest and natural six-pack. 'Natural,' I considered, 'if you swam five miles a day since the age of 12.' I let him take care of the Levi's. Those buttons were a bitch in moments like this. The tighty whitey removal was my job. I pulled them down carefully, and his hard manhood slapped against his stomach when freed. I'd seen him in the locker room before. But excited, he beat me by more than an inch. His hairless balls had been recently groomed.

Unscripted, the next move was to the large king bed. We pulled all the covers down and got in from opposite sides. I wanted to press our bodies together. 'What took us so long, Joe?' I thought. Grinding our crotches in unison, we moved to a furious lip lock. This time I forced my tongue in and raped his mouth. Knowing time was limited, I scooted around so that we assumed a comfortable 69 position. He had clearly been here before. We mirrored each other's movements. Fondling each other's balls, we dove in with one mission: to get the other partner off.

The sounds were a mixture of slurping, moaning and groaning, with rustling bodies on the sheet, creating an erotic background noise. Almost like in a trashy gay porno video, our bodies tensed together as we drove our orgasms home. We were both excited and shot our seed simultaneously. 'Jeez,' I thought with a mouth full of semen, 'this guy is a real gusher.'

Slowly we both pulled away from the drained dicks and lay slightly exhausted. He moved around to face me. In the time-honored tradition, we kissed and traded flavors. Since I had started jacking off years ago, my curiosity of tasting cum had not diminished. His was sweet, while mine was a little salty. I started giggling as I looked at his beautiful face.

"Okay, McDonald, what's so fucking funny?" he asked with an amused expression.

"Oh, I was just thinking about the time I was dating your sister and saw you at the pool party. Subconsciously I wished it was you rather than Debbie." I looked at him seriously. "I'm sorry. This doesn't gross you out, does it?"

"Naw. I guess timing was off for both of us. You were just ready to enter college, and I was spending most of my time in Palo Alto that summer finishing some extra credits before graduate school."

"Joe, I hope this isn't going to be a one-time thing. I want to get to know you better."

Moving closer, he replied, "Ditto.  No way this is just a trick. There are so many things I want to explore with you."

"Let's make plans now. We've got a 12:30 p.m. tee time at the club on Saturday. Why don't you bring some clothes for dinner and a movie? Maybe the Firehouse for burgers? And we can come back to the house later. Mom and Dad will be at the lake in Wisconsin."

"Sammy, this sounds like a date night. Why don't we get really dressed up and go to Trio?"

"Hey, I'm a poor starving student."

"Poor, my ass," he said pinching my nipples.

"Maybe another time." I moved closer and kissed him softly. Not a fuck kiss.

"Okay, the Firehouse it is. Now, as much as I'd like to be all over you for the next two hours, I've got to be up at 6:00 a.m. and go to the office early. Seems we've got a new client that's going to demand a lot of time." He winked as we both got up.

As I dressed, I said, "You'll call me in the morning about coming out to the plant?"

Still standing without a stitch on, he said, "Count on it. Probably the visit will be Wednesday."

We walked out to the living room and the door. "I was serious when I said I wanted to be with you. You're single, Sammy, and so am I. Let's see how it plays out?"

"Talk to you tomorrow." I kissed him one last time before heading to my Jeep and home.


Monday morning in the office was very productive. Joe was already fleshing out our proposal into a six-week action plan. The constant shit-eating grin plastered on Joe's face told me that Sammy had struck last night. I was familiar with the experience. I gave the signed contracts that I had counter-signed to Alice for copying.

Around 11:00 a.m. I took a call from Allen. "Hey, buddy. What's up?"

~~~ "Just checking in. Terrific time last night."

"Some new faces. Time for me to move on."

~~~ "Some hot, new faces. Looks like Sammy and Joe hit it off. But you got to tell me about Bill. Where did he come from?"

"Well, you know about the business deal. What I didn't have time to tell you is that Bill was Matt's fraternity brother and roommate at the U of M. I'd forgotten it until he reminded me at the gym."

~~~ "Holy shit. Were they doing each other in school?"

"From what he said, just the senior year."

~~~ "And...?"

"And they went their separate ways. We saw each other at East Bank recently, by chance. When we started talking I remembered his history with Matt. One thing led to another, and I liked what I saw. Last night was about exploring new friendships."

~~~ " You're going to see him again socially?"

"Dinner date, Saturday night."

~~~"Buddy, good luck. He seems like a keeper. Gotta run."

"See ya soon."

Later in the afternoon, I asked for Joe and Alice to join me in the conference room to review the American Foundry game plan. Joe had prepared a detailed timeline to accomplish the goals.

"As I see it, we need to emphasize five points," Joe said. "Internal organization, asset management, increasing market share, profitability, and analysis of selling or merging the firm."

"I agree. Alice, please assign one of the research associates full time to Joe for the next month or so. This will be on a fast track."

"I've got just the person in mind. She has the brains and speed to keep up," she said, while nodding with a smile towards Joe.

"Fine. Set up a war room in an unused office where we can spread things out. Alice, I need to run a few other things by Joe. Why don't you get started getting everything pulled together."

After she left the room, I went over and closed the door. "Joe, I'm really pleased at what you've presented. It's important that we succeed on so many levels."

"Sammy and I talked this morning. I'll go out to their plant and offices Wednesday morning for a look see. We'll have lunch and I'll be back here mid-afternoon."

"Good. You can give me your impressions then. Now, let's talk about client relations. Would it be out of line to ask you how things went between you two last night? I ask more as a friend than as a colleague."

"Ahhh, let's say that we were very friendly, physically." He paused and looked at me for approval. I nodded. He continued, "I know I'm on thin ice. But this isn't a one time thing, Jerry. We're playing golf on Saturday and going out afterwards."

"As a friend, I hope things work out. However, as your boss, if this doesn't happen, let him down easily. He is, after all, the son of a key client."

"I understand. With our family history, we're both anxious to figure out where this will go."

"I'm comfortable with that. Off the record, I'm exploring a friendship with Bill."

"Wow. My leader moves fast," he retorted, with a grin.

"Couldn't allow you to leave me in the dust." I matched his grin, and continued, "We're both on thin ice, Joe. If you want to talk to me any time as a friend, let me know. I may want to do the same thing with you for impartial advice. Of course it's important that both of us keep our special relationships on the QT."

"Count on it. Thanks, boss." We both rose from the table, bumped fists and left the conference room.

Back in my office, I had a message to call Bill. I dialed immediately. "Hey, Mr. Saunders, good afternoon."

~~~ "Jerry, last night was a lot of fun. I enjoyed meeting your friends. And the pups seemed to have had a good time. Sammy was absolutely giddy this morning."

"I picked up the same reaction here. My young turk is coming over Wednesday."

~~~ "I understand. Oh, by the way, thanks for messengering the signed contract back so soon. Mr. Mac is ready to roll."

"How about the five of us take a working lunch next Monday at the Union League? I can reserve a small room."

~~~ "I'll make sure our calendars are cleared. In the meantime, why don't I touch base with you later this week concerning dinner Saturday?"

"I look forward to it. Talk with you then."

~~~ "Bye, Jerry."

"Bye, bye." The project was set in motion. As I thought about the plan, my private line rang. I picked it up.

~~~ "Hey, big brother, I really loved the party last night. You're the best. Thanks." 'I wish I could bottle Sammy's enthusiasm,' I thought.

" Little Bro, it's good to hear you had a good time. What's up?"

~~~ "Ummm, I was wondering if we could talk some place. Are you going to East Bank today?"

"Sammy, after that cobbler and ice cream last night, definitely. I'll probably get over there around five."

~~~ "I can't make it until about six. Could I meet you for a sandwich somewhere?"

"The club has an excellent restaurant. Why don't we plan on meeting there around at 6:30 p.m.?"

~~~ "Great. See you then."

I filed away the phone conversation with Sammy. I was pretty sure what he wanted to talk about. The rest of the afternoon moved along. With American Foundry joining the other projects, Martin-Chicago was on a roll. I left the office feeling very satisfied.

The club was a good conclusion to the day. After a good workout, steam and shower, I went to the restaurant and found Sammy at a booth. I walked over and slid into the seat before shaking his hand. "Good to see you."

Smiling, he returned the greeting. He added, "I'm really jazzed about working on this project." When the server arrived, I ordered an iced tea and a club sandwich. Sammy ordered the same. "Dad has really started opening up to me."

"That's good news about your father. The ball is rolling fast over at my shop. I understand that Joe is coming over to see you on Wednesday?"

"Yes, And that's something I want to talk to you about."

"The meeting?"

"No. I need to ask you something else."

"Let me say this first. I was sincere about what we talked about Sunday. I'm honored that you want to consider me an older brother." He drank in my words and carefully considered his reply, I observed. "I'm a good listener."

Smiling, he replied, "Oh, you're good. You must be a mind reader. Well, big brother, I do need some advice. It concerns..."


His eyes got wider as he switched on the goofy grin. "Yeah. Joe Jenrette. We, ahhh, got to know each other a little better last night during and after dinner."

"Sammy. If you could have seen Joe walking on air this morning in the office, you would have been very pleased."

"You mean..."

"I think that Joe had a good time last night."

Excitedly, he remarked, "Oh, jeez, how do I play this. I don't want to scare him off. I can be a little full of myself at times." We both laughed.

"First of all, any playtime happens after work. On the job, it's got to be completely professional. Remember, as a McDonald you are being observed by the staff closely. Nothing to worry about. That's part of being in a family business. By the way, if anything happens, I think that Joe is one of the best guys around."

"Thanks, Jerry, for the advice. Now let me ask you a question. Are my new big brother and Bill Saunders becoming better friends?" he asked with a wink.

"Let's just say that we're exploring the possibilities. But with the same parameters as I've just described for you," I said, smiling back confidently.

"Dad really depends on him. I think that the two of you are hot together."

"It's way too early to see where this is going. I'm still unscrambling the last relationship. But let me make a promise. If we all are together in September, I'm buying dinner at Ambria. My guess is that the four of us will be there."

"Jerry, I'm going to enjoy having a big brother."


By Friday, we had pulled a competent game plan together. Joe's walk-through on Wednesday was very helpful. He picked up some unfriendly vibes from the controller's office; more than just a protective 'mother hen' looking over the department nest. When Joe returned and gave me an overview concerning his uneasiness about the accounting area, we agreed that there were certain telltale early warning signals that alerted us to crunch the numbers more carefully. Ben volunteered the Martin-New York financial analyst whiz kids to work with us for a careful review of the accounting.

As promised, Bill and I connected. He had Saturday reservations for the hottest new restaurant, Le Lan on Clark Street. It was a bizarre combination of Indian/Vietnamese/French bisto fusion cooking. 'Give me a fucking break,' I pleaded. 'What ever happened to a simple roast chicken and pommes frites?' He would stop by my place at 7:00 p.m. for a glass of wine before continuing to the restaurant.

I decided to rachet up the brief stopover for wine. In addition to a premium chardonnay, I arranged a tray of soft and veined cheeses with Carr crackers for my new interest. In the background, Dionne Warwick was singing "That's What Friends Are For" when the doorbell rang.

Stepping in the house, Bill was much more relaxed than last weekend. We immediately moved into a more than friendly kiss as I closed the door. I held his hand as we walked into the living room and sat down.

"Bill, I've got a chilled bottle of white wine. But the bar is pretty well stocked if you want something else?" I took a cracker and spread some runny Camembert on it before offering it to my 'date'.

"Wine's great. Thanks," he replied, accepting the cheese and cracker. Munching away, he concluded, "I'm a pushover for great cheeses." He smiled as I poured the Chalone, a big, oaky chardonnay from the central coast of California.

"Okay, rule number one, no shop talk. Rule number two, no shop talk." I dug into a marvelously stinky, aged English Stilton.

"Our meters are turned off. I want to know more about this handsome man that has come into my life," Bill replied.

"With the common denominator of you know who, we have been in each other's lives for quite a while without knowing it."

"I want to forget everything from the past except when we saw each other at the gym. Who is Jerry Franklin, and why do I want to know him better?"

"Because you're a horny old man?" I said, with a big grin.

"Yeah? Fuck you, junior. What am I, two years older?" he said, with a chuckle.

"I assume that you're not into Viagra yet?" It was fun toying with him.

He moved closer on the couch and pulled me into his arms. "Viagra? Not on your life. When I've got someone like you, I don't need any help." As he embraced me, I felt the heat of our two bodies interact. I also felt my penis awakening immediately. His hand grabbing my hardness while we kissed. Underneath the micro-fabric of his pants, his excitement was visually documented.

Whispering in his ear, I said, "I think that we should go upstairs before we mess up our pants. But first, why don't you cancel the dinner reservations?"