Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 03:30:17 +0000 From: Jacob Latson Subject: Agony & Ecstasy Chapter 14 Disclaimer: This story will describe the life of John Miller from his time as a man who has been devastated by divorce then turns it into a new life of wealth. This story will include descriptions of male sex, including M/M, M/T, M/b, T/b and b/b. If stories involving sex between consenting males of all ages, including mainly gay sex, offends you, go back to the Archives and pick a different story for your reading pleasure. Don't expect constant descriptions of erotic sex in this story. I always want to develop a plot and characters before the hot action starts. There has been minimal research for this story therefore, names, places, and events are mostly fictitious and similarities to real life are coincidental. Some companies and organizations mentioned actually exist, but references to the activities, policies, programs and procedures are fictitious. This story will include references to the United States government, the FBI, CIA and other agencies. Any references are purely fictional, and only used to develop the plot and characters. Now the fun begins for our main character!!! Thanks again to Bill for editing my work! Agony & Ecstasy Chapter 14 Taking Control John decided to walk with Carson Adams to the Hidden Harbor Yacht Club building, and his two security guards followed along. When they arrived at the front door, Derek Kaufman and Lindsey Smith, John's bodyguards greeted Matt Russell, the guard manning the visitors' station. "Hi Matt, this is John Miller," Derek said. John looked at the uniform on Matt Russell and recognized the Blackhawk Security logo. "Does Blackhawk have people everywhere?" John asked. "Only when people want the best," Derek said. "We'll wait for you here so we can talk to Matt." "Please sign in," Matt said to John. "Mr. Genovesi's waiting for you in the bar and I'm sure that Carson will show you the way." John followed the cute boy and lusted after the firm globes of the boy's ass. He averted his gaze to look at the beautiful restaurant and lounge area and recognized most of the furniture from his visits to the Sea & Jungle stores. "Mr. Genovesi, I found him!" Carson said with glee. "Wonderful!" Mario Genovesi said to the cute boy. "Here's something for your time." Mario handed the boy a $100 bill, and the boy thanked him profusely. "I finally get to meet you!" Mario said while shaking hands with John. "I'm Mario Genovesi, and I'm very pleased to welcome you to our club. This bar area's only open to members, but since I'm the Club President, I can invite you to join me. Would you like a drink?" John looked at the distinguished looking man and was impressed with his manners and beautiful Italian suit. "I'd love a drink," John said. "Henry, can we please have two Manhattans?" Mario said to the bartender. "Make them with three parts Canadian Club whiskey, one part Martini & Rossi sweet vermouth, a half teaspoon of maraschino cherry juice and serve them over cracked ice, not crushed." John recognized his own recipe for his favorite drink and wondered how Mario had learned the recipe. "Would you like a cigar?" Mario asked. He opened a box of Monte Cristo cigars and offered one to John. "You have me at a disadvantage," John said to Mario. "Let's sit here and talk," Mario said. "For entertainment, we often see what the boys and girls are doing in the pool." He pressed a button and wooden panels slid back to reveal a glass wall that was part of a large swimming pool. John looked at the underwater view and saw several teenagers swimming around in the pool. All of the boys were wearing Speedo suits and the girls were wearing very tiny bikinis. "It's a beautiful view!" John said while taking a sip of his drink. "I invited you here for several reasons," Mario said. "I can't express how grateful I am for what you did for me and my son, Delano." Now John knew that Michael Costanza and Paolo Carpetti, the two men who took possession of the mysterious crate, were associates of his host. "James Stanton was a member of our club, and donated all of the furniture in the lounge area and here in the Members Only Bar," Mario said. "Delano's my youngest son, and he's been a real challenge for me and my wife. He rebelled against our parental rules and fell in with the wrong crowd. He went from alcohol to marijuana and then to cocaine at an early age, and my wife and I tried everything to get him clean. Delano was in three different treatment programs before he was 18, and James Stanton gave him a job with the Sea & Jungle Imports trucking group to try and straighten him out. My son ran up some huge gambling debts and also owed his cocaine dealer a lot of money. Delano drove a shipment from Houston to your headquarters and then left to get high." John knew that Mario was being very honest with him, but John didn't want to know what was in the crate which had been at his farm. He started to tell Mario that he didn't want to hear about the crate, but Mario cut him off. "I know that you don't want to know the contents of that crate, so please let me continue," Mario said. "What I'm going to tell you must remain between us. James Stanton might have been doing something illegal, but I think that he was an honest man who uncovered a problem inside his company. The people who wanted that crate took my son hostage and threatened to send him back to me, a piece at a time until they had possession of that crate. I believe that James Stanton stumbled onto some illegal activities inside his company and was going to involve the federal authorities. I don't believe that James Stanton died by being trampled by an elephant! I think he was murdered along with his travel companion, Tom Mason!" "Murdered?" John asked. "What makes you think that?" "I can't prove anything, but listen to this," Mario continued. "Two weeks after James and Tom were killed, the outfitter and his guides were allegedly killed by poachers in Zimbabwe. James was cremated, but Tom Mason was buried here in Detroit. Tom's body was exhumed, and a private pathologist found evidence of bullet holes in his body." John felt nauseated. If what Mario was saying was true, his own life was in jeopardy! "There isn't much we can do about what happened in Africa, but you need to be very careful with some people in your company," Mario said. "My son's safely out of this country and in a residential treatment facility for the next six months. My wife and I hope that his kidnapping will open his eyes to the danger that faces him if he starts using drugs again. You have excellent bodyguards, and I suggest that you keep them close until you determine who in your company ordered the hit on James Stanton." "I've already uncovered some shitheads, and I'll take them out at the right time," John replied. "I fired the store manager in Houston, and I have a bead on some of my managers who I need to watch closely." "You saved my son's life, and I'll do anything to repay you for what you did," Mario promised. "My grandfather and father were both made men in the Mafia. Do you know what that means?" "I watched The Godfather and Goodfellows movies," John replied. "I know what being a `made man' means." "I took the family into legitimate businesses," Mario said. "My family made a lot of money in prostitution and bootlegging during the Prohibition Years, but now we run the largest concrete business in the nation. We also have rental properties and plastics plants that keep the Internal Revenue Service very happy when we file our taxes." "I don't know what to say," John admitted. "You don't have to say anything," Mario said. "Just know that I still have connections with some friends who can take care of unusual circumstances, just in case you need my help. I'm also offering you a membership here at our club." "I heard that there's a 10 year waiting list for membership here," John said. "Normally that would be true, but I'm the Club President and I convinced our Board of Directors that we should transfer James Stanton's membership to you," Mario replied. "Many of our members have seen your new boat and we don't want it berthed anywhere else but in our marina." "It's a beautiful boat and I'm ecstatic to accept your membership offer!" John said enthusiastically. "I thought that I'd have to move the boat across the state to find a marina with a deep harbor for the VI." "Maybe now I can go aboard your boat and look inside," Mario joked. "Your security guards have kept everyone off your boat except Mike Carter and his crew. Mike's a great captain and James trusted him to provide some very special mates for the trips on the Sea & Jungle V. I hear that you have a luxury yacht in the Bahamas that would make a Saudi prince jealous." "Of course you can see the interior of my boat," John said. "When I was in Nassau, the Sea & Jungle IV was out getting some exercise, so I haven't yet seen it. The IV's 240 feet long and was launched about three years ago. My friend, Philippe said that it's furnished like it was built for a king." "Can I see the VI now?" Mario asked. "The other members will be jealous if you let me aboard!" John laughed and decided to finish his drink while Mario left to take care of the paperwork to transfer the membership from James Stanton to John Miller. During the tour of the boat, Mario couldn't believe the elegance and asked Mike Carter how fast the boat would cruise. "Fountain is known for building the fastest boats in the world, and this one was designed to cruise at 40 knots with a top speed of 55 knots," Mike said. "I can't wait to get it out of the harbor and see what she can do!" "Holy shit!" Mario exclaimed. "My boat's one of the fastest in the club, and it will only cruise at 30 knots with a top speed of 38 knots! This boat is built like a dragster!" When they returned to the Hidden Harbor Yacht Club, Mario looked at the sign in sheet and saw that several of his friends were in the bar area. He was excited to introduce John Miller to the other members and to brag about his tour of the Sea & Jungle VI. After the introductions, John and Mario sat in the bar and watched the action in the swimming pool. John thought about his farm, the crate, and the room full of money and wondered if Mario could help him with a problem. "Mario, you said that you could help me with unusual circumstances," John began. "Do you have any friends in the banking industry?" "Let me guess," Mario began. "You found James Stanton's stash of money!" "How did you know?" John asked. He was shocked that Mario knew about the hidden money. Mario laughed and said, "James didn't tell me much, but he was drunk one night and admitted that he had some `emergency' money set aside in a safe place. He never said how much or where he had the money, but knowing James, it was a tidy sum." "What if I wanted to move the money to a Swiss bank account?" John asked. "I sure can't take it to the Bank of Detroit!" "I have friends who handle money transactions in a very discrete manner," Mario said. "They get the money out of this country and bounce it around several banks around the world before it lands in the Bahamas or Switzerland. They normally charge 5% for sums under 5 million, and 4% over that amount. I assure you that they handle everything very professionally. They wouldn't live long if they ever shorted a customer!" "How do they make it happen?" John asked. "I really don't know and don't want to," Mario replied. "I can introduce you to a person who will be very interested in helping you take care of your issue." "I'm concerned about the safety of the money and the questions that would arise if the IRS found it," John admitted. "I'd love to help you resolve your problem," Mario said. "I owe you much more than introducing you to my friend." "I'd like to meet your friend and talk to him," John said. "I'll have to figure out a way to do this without my bodyguards knowing what I'm doing." "I'm sure that Michael Costanza will take care of your needs," Mario said. "You mean the Michael Costanza who came to my office?" John asked. "Michael has many talents," Mario laughed. "He takes care of sensitive issues for me, and he's a money expert with the right connections around the world. He'll be thrilled to help you after what you did for me and my family." John remembered the man who looked like a Mafia hit man and still had his business card. He finished his drink and saw that Henry had brought new drinks for him and Mario. He looked at the glass wall of the pool and saw several teens frolicking in the clear water. "See the red light?" Mario asked. "Watch what happens if I turn on the green light!" John saw the light in the pool change from red to green, and the results were immediate. A cute boy dove down to face the glass and pressed his package against the glass and then pulled down the front of his Speedo to reveal a beautiful young cock. While the boy was flashing John and Mario, a girl went underwater and pulled down the top of her bikini to display her beautiful, firm breasts. The boy cupped the breasts of the girl and the girl grabbed the hardening cock of the boy. John almost choked on his drink when he saw the hot action in the pool. "Holy Shit!" he exclaimed. Mario laughed and said, "We don't have surveillance cameras anywhere in this club except in a special room where the young ones go to have fun and get rid of their sexual tensions. Would you like to see if anyone's having fun?" John nodded and Mario pointed to a set of monitors that had been revealed on the wall of the bar area. Four different cameras displayed two teenaged boys on a bed in the 69 positions. They were both gobbling the erection of their friend and one camera clearly captured the ropes of cum that were being gulped down. "It's fun to watch our children enjoy themselves, don't you agree?" Mario asked. John watched the two teens licking up the semen from their partner before sharing a passionate kiss. His dick inflated, and he hoped that his suit coat would cover his obvious arousal from Mario's view. He'd give anything to be the one licking up the fresh semen on the bellies of the two teenaged boys. "We hire cute girls and boys to wait on tables in the restaurant and around the pool area," Mario said. "Some of them can give you a very special massage if you're interested." John thought about having a cute boy giving him a massage, and the thought caused his dick to twitch in his pants. He wondered if Carson Adams was one of the massage experts and hoped that he would find out soon. "Mr. Miller, we meet again!" Michael Costanza said when he walked up to the table where John and Mario were sitting. "I understand from Mario that you might need my services to take care of some packages." John shook the hand of Michael Costanza and felt the grip that threatened to break the bones in his hand. Mario left the table, and John and Michael discussed their business. "You did me and Mario a huge favor and now I can return the favor to you," Michael said. "Approximately how much money are we talking about, and what denominations?" "I honestly don't know," John admitted. "I've got a room filled with stacks of $50 and $100 bills. It looks like each stack is either $50,000 or $100,000, depending on the denominations of the bills. Each stack is shrink wrapped in plastic. I can't see all of the stacks of money because the room is filled, but I'm estimating that there is at least 40 million dollars." "That's a very tidy sum of money!" Michael exclaimed. "Here's how I think that we should proceed. We'll supply you with some special cardboard boxes that are knocked down. I can deliver them here at the club and you can take them to the location where the money's stored. Sort the money and fill a box with bills in the same denomination. I'll give you some unique tape to seal the boxes. Put one strip of tape on the boxes with $50 bills and two strips of tape on the boxes of $100 bills." "I'll need to figure out a way to do this without my bodyguards getting nosey," John said. "That's very necessary so my business can stay away from unnecessary scrutiny," Michael said. "When you have the boxes filled, I'll send a specially marked truck to the site for the pickup. From there, the money will be delivered to a remote site for counting. I assure you that my people will be honest in counting every bill. They've been specially trained to look for any counterfeit bills and will repackage the money for transport. From that point, I can't tell you how we get the money out of the country and into a foreign bank of your choice. It'll take at least a month from the date of pickup before I can give you an account number and access code so you can transfer the funds into your personal bank account." "How much will this cost me?" John asked. "My normal fee for a transaction of this amount is 4%, but after what you did for Mario and me, I'll waive the fee," Michael said. "When someone does me a favor, I know how to repay them." "I appreciate your offer, but I insist on paying for your services," John said. "4% is very fair!" "How about 2% then?" Michael asked. "I want to do you a favor for rescuing Delano. Please let me do this for you." "Let's split the difference and go for 3%," John countered. "I'm excited about getting that money into an account where I can use it." "Deal!" Michael said while shaking John's hand. "Most of the business that we conduct here in the club is done without any paperwork, and a man's handshake is as good as his word." "I'll start driving a Cadillac Escalade instead of the Ferrari," John said. "I sure can't fit much in that red missile!" John decided to have supper at the Hidden Harbor Yacht Club, and told his two bodyguards that he would see them later at his home on Long Lake. Derek and Lindsey didn't want to leave John alone at the club, but knew that he'd be safe. They headed to their own homes for supper with their families and asked Matt Russell, the Blackhawk security officer at the front door of the club, to take John home. John had supper with Mario, Michael and Greg Carpenter, a real estate developer. It was a wonderful meal of four different Italian dishes with different wines for each course. John enjoyed the friendly conversation during the meal and insisted on paying for the meals for his new friends. He was shocked when he saw the bill for $40 for the exotic meal and thought that it was a mistake. "Meals are very reasonably priced here," Mario explained. "Lunch costs $8 and evening meals are $10, with all beverages included. It's one of the perks for being members here." John left a $100 tip that the beautiful teen girl was gracious in accepting. "Thank you very much, Mr. Miller," Wendy said. "It was my pleasure to serve you tonight, and I hope you come back often!" Before he left the club, John gave Mario a personal check for the $200,000 initiation fee. He couldn't wait to bring his family and friends into the exclusive club for meals that would make any gourmet jealous. "I think that I should drive you home," Matt Russell said when he realized that John was drunk. "I admit that I drank too much," John said. "I'll weigh 300 pounds if I eat like that every day!" When John woke up the next morning, he had a killer hangover! He promised himself that he would never drink that much again, and didn't arrive at the NAO Headquarters until 9 a.m. When he arrived at the 12th floor, Helen was waiting for him with a cup of strong coffee. "It looks like someone had too much medicine last night," Helen teased. "I'll take it easy on you until after lunch so you can recover. Has anyone ever told you that your eyes give away your emotions?" "My mother always said that to me," John admitted. "I have the 'Miller Eyes' just like my father, and he could never get away with a lie to my mother and neither could I. My son and grandson have the Miller Eyes too, and I can see right into their minds when they make eye contact." Helen laughed and walked back to her office, with John standing outside the door to his office with a pained look on his face from his hangover and the knowledge that Helen could read his mind. John looked at the documents on his desk and didn't see anything that required his immediate attention. When he opened the Day Planner on his computer, he saw that the furniture would be delivered to the Reichert home at noon. He had promised to deliver the furniture personally, and wished that he hadn't made that promise. He had driven the Cadillac Escalade to work today and hoped to get the first batch of boxes for packing away the money in the farmhouse. He still hadn't figured out how to get the boxes picked up without his bodyguards' knowledge. When John opened his emails, he found one that attracted his attention. Walter Kramer, Building Maintenance Manager again asked for John's approval to paint the top two floors of the building with one coat of latex paint. He recommended Magic Color brand of paint and wanted the contract issued to Wilson Painting. John knew a great deal about paint and didn't agree with Walter's memo. John walked down to the temporary office area where Regina Henderson and Howard Cole were busy at work on the housekeeping training program. "Good morning," John said to Regina and Howard. After the two greeted him, John told them why he was visiting them. "A proposal came to me today to paint only the top two floors of our building with one coat of flat latex paint applied by Wilson Painting. What do you two think about that proposal?" "Wilson Painting did a crappy job three years ago," Regina offered. They damaged some carpet and splattered paint on the woodwork in the lobby." "Howard, what do you think about flat latex paint?" John asked. "I much prefer flat enamel paint and two coats," Howard said. "One coat of latex paint is hard to keep clean and doesn't repel stains. Of course it's your decision and I'm just a janitor here, so my opinion isn't as important as Mr. Kramer or Mr. Briggs." "Your comments mean much more than their opinions, and I want you to refer to your assignment here as a Training Coordinator'" John replied. "Thanks, I'll take it from here." John returned to his office and replied to Walter Kramer's email and sent a bcc (Blind Carbon Copy) to Helen. He knew the best painting contractor in the State and had a plan to help out a friend. His email was brief and to the point. The entire building would be given two coats of Sherwin Williams flat enamel paint that would be applied by Prestige Painting. He called Helen to warn her about the impact from his email and asked her, "What do you know about Wilson Painting?" "Wilson Painting is owned by a friend of Walter Kramer, and they do a terrible job of painting," Helen replied. "I'll send you a copy of their invoice from three years ago." "Can you please call Prestige Paint and see if they're interested in painting our building?" John asked. "I'd like to talk to their representative personally whenever he's available." When John got the email from Helen with a scanned copy of the invoice, he was shocked! Wilson Painting had charged $40 for each gallon of paint, and $100 an hour for each painter on the job! He knew from his time at Jim Taylor's paint store that premium paint would only cost $20 a gallon and the accepted rate for professional painters was $40 an hour to the contractor. Helen called John's office and warned him that three men wanted an immediate appointment with him. John smiled when he recognized the names and responsibilities of the three men and was ready for their hostility. Ben Shaw, Public Relations Administrator, Brice Phelps, Traffic Manager, and George Wallace, Purchasing Manager, stormed into John's office and demanded to know why they had been excluded from resolving the Reichert furniture problem. "I'm the Public Relations Administrator, and I protest the hiring of that bitch, Christina!" Ben Shaw blurted out. "I could have handled the problem with the Reichert family without giving them a full room of new furniture for free!" "If I hear you call Christina a bitch again, you'll be cleaning out your office," John said coolly. He had learned a long time ago that when people are upset, they'll try to bait you into a yelling contest, and he wasn't going to fall for the trap. "But why did you go to our people instead of calling us?" Brice Phelps asked. "George and I would have dropped everything to resolve the issues." "All three of you have important jobs with our company and I didn't want to bother you and take you away from your important responsibilities," John replied. "I asked Dontell and Monique to help me, and they both did an excellent job. It's because of your expert leadership that you have talented people working for you who can handle emergencies effectively." John nearly gagged with his own words. Ben Shaw, Brice Phelps and George Wallace were all on his "shit list" of people who couldn't be trusted, but he tried to hide his real feelings. The three men left John's office and he smiled to himself at how he had defused their anger. He was still upset at Ben Shaw for calling Christina a bitch, and called Helen to alert her to watch for any problems. John's phone rang and the caller ID showed that it was Walter Kramer calling. He normally answered his own phone and knew that if the phone rang more than twice, Helen would answer. He decided to talk to Walter. "Good morning, this is John Miller," John said professionally. "Mr. Miller, I must protest your email message to me about the painting for this building!" Walter began. "Wilson Painting is an excellent contractor that we have a long term agreement with. I'm an expert in paint, and Magic Color is an excellent product!" "Tell me Mr. Kramer, if you're an expert in paint, what's the difference between semi- gloss finish and egg shell?" John asked. "And while you're thinking about that question, which paint is easier to clean, flat latex or flat enamel?" Walter Kramer stuttered and stammered while he tried to think how to answer the questions. John Miller had caught him off guard, and his answers were completely wrong. "I can tell that I know a little more than you do about paint," John said. "My decision's final, and Prestige Painting will paint the entire building with two coats of flat enamel paint made by Sherwin Williams. Marcel will pick out the colors with Helen's help. I trust that you'll work with the contractor to schedule the painting so it doesn't interfere with our business functions." Walter Kramer was livid! His friend was counting on the lucrative painting contract and would make a lot of money by overcharging for the paint and services. Walter was expecting a huge "kickback" from his friend and John Miller had just made another enemy! The next phone call that John received was the one he had been waiting for. Dontell Brown, Transportation specialist, was excited to tell John that the truck had arrived from Chicago with the furniture for the Reichert family. "Monique and I checked every piece of the furniture, and it's perfect!" Dontell said excitedly. "I have Mayflower Movers here in their own truck to make the switch!" "Wonderful!" John exclaimed. "I want you and Monique to go with me to make the delivery." Really?" Dontell asked enthusiastically. "We'd love to go!" "Meet me in the parking lot," John said. "We'll go in one of the Escalades along with two security officers." John quickly called Samuel Reichert and was surprised to hear that Samuel hadn't told his wife about the new furniture. Sam explained that he didn't want to get his wife's hopes up in case the shipment didn't arrive. When the Sea & Jungle Imports truck pulled into the exclusive subdivision, many of the neighbors marveled at the beauty of the truck. On one side was a vivid graphic of a jungle scene complete with monkeys, colorful parrots and a brilliant tiger. On the other side of the truck was a tropical scene complete with colorful tropical fish. The chrome wheels on the truck and trailer glistened in the sunlight and dazzled everyone! Samuel Reichert was waiting outside the front door of his mansion, and was anxious to see the beautiful truck backing up the driveway. His wife came outside and demanded to know what was happening. "I have a surprise for you," Sam said to Carol. "Our new couch is here!" "I just know that it won't match!" Carol sobbed. "This is all my fault, and my friends will humiliate me when they notice the difference!" John walked up to the wealthy couple and introduced himself, Dontell and Monique. "Mrs. Reichert, we're sorry that you have some damaged merchandise, and your husband convinced us to correct the problem." Samuel Reichert knew that John was giving him credit for saving the day for his wife and he was very pleased. The handsome man in the expensive suit was very gracious and polite in explaining how his company was replacing the entire set of furniture with perfectly matched pieces. Carol Reichert watched the movers remove the damaged couch and couldn't wait to see the replacement. As each piece of furniture was replaced, her emotions soared! "It's perfect!" Carol exclaimed. "I'm thrilled!" "Now for the big surprise," Samuel said to his wife. Carol was shocked to see the first recliner being carried into her living room and was in heaven. "I didn't know that you had recliners!" She exclaimed. She immediately decided to change the furniture arrangement to make room for the two new chairs. "The movers can stay for a while to help you get the furniture where you want it," John said to Carol Reichert. "Here's a blank check to cover this wonderful delivery," Samuel said to John. "We won't take a cent!" John said. "The credit for this delivery goes to Dontell Brown from our Transportation Department and Monique Jefferson from Purchasing. Without their expertise, we couldn't have pulled this off!" Carol and Samuel Reichert thanked everyone and even hugged John, Monique and Dontell in celebration. The happy couple looked at the beautiful new furniture and marveled at the quality and texture of the expensive leather. "Would you join me for lunch?" John asked Dontell and Monique. Dontell and Monique were thrilled that John had included them in the delivery and quickly accepted his offer to have lunch at the Hidden Harbor Yacht Club. John invited Derek and Lindsey to join the lunch celebration, and the bodyguards were elated. John decided not to have any alcohol during the lunch, but invited Dontell and Monique to order from the bar. The two valuable associates followed John's lead in ordering iced tea with their meal and continued talking about the excitement of taking care of the important customers. The beautiful young waitress handed John a note and he was pleased when he saw that the first load of folded down shipping boxes was in his Escalade. After lunch, John asked Derek to drive Monique and Dontell back to the headquarters. He told Lindsey that he needed some private time at his farm and asked Lindsey to follow behind in another Escalade. When John arrived at the farm, he asked Lindsey to wait in the driveway while he drove the Escalade to the back door of the farmhouse. He worked fast and assembled the boxes and filled them with the stacks of money. When he ran out of boxes, about one-third of the money had been packed away. He locked the room and left to return to the headquarters building. "Samuel Reichert called me a few minutes ago," Helen said when John walked into her office. "He's overjoyed with the new furniture and wanted to thank you again for asking the movers to stay and help rearrange their living room." "That was fun," John admitted. "Monique and Dontell acted very professionally, and I was proud of both of them!" "The grapevine is burning up today," Helen said. "You really lit a fire in some of the managers and our organization loves it!" "I'm making some enemies," John admitted. "When the time's right I'll pull the plug on some people to clean up our company." "I can't wait!" Helen admitted. "By the way, Ivan Gunderson called and asked for an appointment with you." "Who's Ivan Gunderson?" John asked. "He's the Regional Sales Manager for Chrysler Corporation," Helen smiled. "He's upset that Executive Transportation has excluded Chrysler from bidding on the new fleet of rental vehicles." John smiled and realized that Helen had registered his displeasure with Chrysler Corporation for his treatment at the Parts Plant and had made a very assertive decision. "I'll have to be careful when I talk to you about my personal life," John said with a smile. "Tell Mr. Gunderson that he's wasting his time and that I won't waste my time in talking to him." "I have an interview scheduled for you at 4 p.m. if you can fit it in," Helen said. "I have a young man who'd like to be your travel assistant. I've interviewed him and think that you might like him." John agreed to the appointment and wondered about the interview. He knew that his travel assistant would be his constant companion on the hunting and fishing trips, and hoped that he'd find someone that he'd be comfortable with. John went into his office and made some phone calls. He called his son and agreed to go house hunting with Johnny and Kirsty on Saturday, and couldn't wait to hold his grandson. His next call was to Bobby Goldman, his attorney. He invited Bobby to lunch the next day and was pleased when his friend agreed to take the afternoon off from his busy schedule. His next call was to Aunt Betty and Aunt Martha. He missed the visits to his wonderful aunts and quickly agreed to have supper with them the next day. His last call was to Tom Jeffries, and John accepted the invitation to a cookout at the Jeffries' cottage on Sunday. Helen was excited when she called the young man and asked him to come to the headquarters for the important interview. When she had first interviewed Michael Mahon, she had recognized his home address. She had a big surprise in store for her boss. "The young man's here for his interview," Helen said when she walked into John's office. "Why didn't you give me his resume?" John asked. "I don't like to go into an interview cold!" "I don't think that you'll even look at his resume!" Helen laughed. "He's here now!" John looked up and was shocked. Standing in his office was Michael Mahon, a handsome young man that John hadn't seen in many years. "MIKE!" John exclaimed. "JOHN!" Mike yelled. The two men hugged and couldn't believe that they were meeting again. Helen watched the happy men and was convinced that she had found the right person to be John's travel assistant. Michael Mahon had a degree in Computer Science and loved to hunt and fish. When she had first interviewed Mike, she recognized his home address on Peninsular Drive, and had asked him if he knew a friend of hers. When she mentioned John Miller's name, Mike's face lit up with a radiant smile and two deep dimples. She remembered thinking that Michael Mahon should be applying for a job as a movie star, and was excited that he would be a perfect fit for the travel assistant job. She hadn't told Mike that he would be interviewing with the man that he called his "favorite father" and listened to Mike's honest description of his past drug problems. The handsome man had been clean for two years, and Helen was convinced that he was a perfect fit for John Miller. Mike had tears running down his face when he hugged John Miller! He had never dreamed that he would meet John again, and sobbed on John's shoulder. "I think that I need to remind you two that this is a job interview!" Helen teased before closing the door on the executive office. She wiped away her own tears after witnessing the happy reunion and knew that John would hire the handsome young man for the job. "I never thought that I'd see you again!" Mike sobbed. "I've missed you so much!" John wiped away his own tears and hugged Mike again. He listened to Mike explain how he had lost control of his life during his college years. "My father disowned me after I got busted," Mike admitted. "I was in residential treatment and finally got my life back after my addiction to cocaine." "I never liked your father," John admitted. "He always left you home alone when he needed to spend quality time with you." "You were the one to spend quality time with me," Mike said. John remembered the "quality time" that he had spent with the cute blonde haired boy when Mike was only 12. He had sensed Mike's interest in male sex, and had claimed the boy's virginity. For several years Mike had visited John's home when Margaret was away, and their sex was exciting and constant. Now Mike was a handsome young man, and John told him about the job requirements that would include a lot of traveling. Mike couldn't believe his luck in finding John Miller in this beautiful building, and prayed that he would be hired. His wish was quickly granted when John offered him the job at four times what Mike had hoped for. He was dizzy with excitement when he listened to John offer him $100,000 a year and a $50,000 signing bonus. John looked at Mike's resume and was surprised to see Mike's home address on Peninsular Drive. "I see that you're living with your father," John said. "Actually, I'm not," Mike said sheepishly. "I was living in an apartment with two other guys, but I moved out when they started using cocaine and tried to get me to join them. I've spent the last two days living in my car, but it was impounded for not paying some parking tickets. All that I have right now is my cell phone that's about to be turned off and the clothes on my back. My father's shacked up with bimbo number 200 right now, and he won't let me near his home or loan me any money." John thought about Mike's plight and made an important decision. He and Mike would be traveling together, and he wasn't going to let his handsome friend worry about a place to live. "You and I will be spending a lot of time together and I have an idea how we can work together to help each other out," John began. "How would you like to move in with me at my home on Long Lake?" "What about your wife?" Mike asked. "Margaret never liked me!" "Margaret's history!" John replied. "She and I were divorced several months ago, and now I'm rid of the bitch and her two nasty sisters!" "I'd love to live with you," Mike admitted. "I was worried about where I'd spend the night tonight with my car towed away." "We have some errands to run today," John said. "The first thing is to pay your parking tickets so your driver's license isn't suspended. Then we have to get your car out of impound and get you some new clothes. I'll ask Helen to make an appointment with my tailor so you can have an appropriate wardrobe for some social events. Let's see what we can get done before we have supper at the Hidden Harbor Yacht Club." "My father has been trying to get a membership at that club!" Mike said. "He makes a fortune with his medical practice, but he bitched that the club turned down his application." Mike was excited when John paid the parking tickets and he coveted the document that his driver's license was now valid again. When they arrived at the towing company, he was embarrassed when John saw his beat up car. "You can sell your car and use a company vehicle from now on," John said on the way to the club. "I have some special cars in storage, and we can both use them when we want to have some fun." Mike was excited about his new job and wondered if John would still be interested in him sexually. He was bi-sexual, but his favorite sex partners had always been other males. He had been relieved when his physical examination showed that he was free from any STDs (Sexually Transmitted Disease) and was clean of any drug traces. He still attended Cocaine Anonymous Meetings on a regular basis and knew that his support group had helped him control his urges. Now a wonderful opportunity had been presented to him, and Mike was determined not to fuck up again. During the evening meal, Mario came up to the table and met Mike for the first time. He was immediately attracted to the handsome male and wondered if Mike would be interested in spending time at the club. "If you're going to be John's travel assistant, you'll be welcome to use the facilities here," Mario said. "I can arrange for a guest membership for you that will be valid as long as you're working for John." Mike was excited about spending time at the exclusive club, and smiled when he thought about his father. Mike Mahon, Sr. would be jealous and would be pissed that John Miller had joined the club. "I'd love to come here swimming," Mike said to Mario with a big smile. John watched the interaction between Mario and Mike and correctly guessed that Mario wanted Mike to do more than swim at the club. "You'll have to buy some Speedo suits," John said. "All of the males in the pool wear very skimpy suits that leave nothing to the imagination!" Mike laughed and said, "I remember wearing Speedos when I was in high school and on the swim team. One time I was up on the blocks to swim the 100-yard freestyle, and Little Mike decided to bone up! I was humiliated and I lost the race, but I got some great leads for dates!" Both John and Mario laughed and tried to imagine what Mike would look like now in a Speedo with a hardon. "Are you interested in old U.S. currency?" Mario asked both John and Mike. "I have a great collection of old paper bills and I brought some of them to show my friends. I'm in a collectors' club that will meet in Boston in about a month, and we compare what we've collected." "I've never seen a bill collection," Mike admitted. "Whenever I had a bill, I spent it!" "Let's go see what Mario has," John suggested. Mario was excited to show off his collection. He led John and Mike into the Members Only Bar and retrieved his books of bills from behind the bar. Both John and Mike were impressed with the bills and listened to Mario describe each bill and how he had collected them. Mario had several $500 and $1000 notes and bragged that his collection was the best in the collectors' club. Mike had refrained from drinking any alcohol during the supper meal or in the bar, and John asked him why. "I only drink booze when I'm at home or when I have a designated driver," Mike said. "I'm not going to take any chances of getting a DUI (Driving Under the Influence), especially now that I have the best job in the world!" John and Mike left the club, with Mike driving the Cadillac Escalade to John's home on Peninsular Drive. Derek was following in another Escalade, and was pleased that John would have someone living with him. He had called Donald Cassidy to tell his boss about the new addition to John's staff, and wanted his boss to run a background check on the handsome young man. When John and Mike got inside the house, John suggested that they both shower and sit in the family room to talk. They went to different bathrooms to shower, and John wondered how to tactfully talk to Mike about his divorce and the allegations of child pornography. He decided to be honest with Mike, and hoped that the handsome young man wouldn't decide to quit working for him. Mike undressed and got into the warm shower and thought about the last time he had been in the home on Long Lake. He had been 18 and had his legs in the air with John pounding his ass for hours. Those memories provided his need for sexual relief. He thought about jacking off in the shower, but decided to control his sexual urges until he was in bed. When he finished his shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the family room, pleased to see that John had a fire going in the stone fireplace. "I really don't have any clean clothes to wear," Mike apologized. "Helen gave you an American Express card to use tomorrow to buy everything that you need," John said with a smile. John was wearing a sweat outfit and looked at the hairless chest of his new roommate. Mike was in perfect condition, and John felt his dick twitch in the sweat pants when he looked at Mike's nipples. John loved nipples on boys or young men, and remembered how Mike loved to have his nipples licked and sucked when he was younger. "It's unreal to be in your home again!" Mike said. "I have a lot of fond memories of the times that we spent here in this room and in your bedroom." "I think we should talk about that," John said. "I took advantage of you when you were young, and I feel like shit about seducing you. Can you forgive me?" "Oh John, you didn't seduce me!" Mike blurted out. "I seduced you! I knew I was interested in male sex when I was five, and you taught me that I wasn't a freak for wanting to suck a dick!" "After being married to Margaret, I learned that I'm basically gay," John admitted. "She found some boy pornography on my computer and tried to use it against me in the divorce." "I finally accepted that I'm bi-sexual when I was in college," Mike said. "I still jerk off and fantasize about the hot times we had in this room and in your bed. I feel like I'm in a dream to have a fantastic job working for you, and I don't want to mess anything up, but right now, I'm super horny!" "You were always the cutest boy that I've ever met," John said. "Now you're the most handsome man in the world!" "Am I too old for you?" Mike said while spreading his legs. His movement caused the towel to open and his stiffening manhood was clearly displayed. "My God, you're huge!" John said when he saw Mike's thick cock nestled below a beautiful patch of golden blonde pubic hairs. "Boys grow up and become men!" Mike teased. "I remember the first time you shoved that huge cock of yours up my ass, and it hurt but I loved it! You taught me that there was more to sex than ramming a cock into a tight ass!" "You're making me pop wood!" John admitted. "Then I'll take the lead!" Mike said. He moved over on the couch until he was next to John and leaned over and kissed John on the lips. When John moaned, Mike drove his tongue inside John's mouth and savored the moment. The kiss lasted several minutes, with two tongues dueling for position. Hands roamed over muscular bodies and both men were rock hard with lust and desire. Mike was the first to break away, and he pulled down the front of John's sweat pants to expose the cock that had given him so much pleasure when he had been a teenager. He dove down and took John's 8 ½ inches of throbbing meat into his mouth. He used the oral talents that he had learned in his earlier years to take John over the top. When John's cock erupted, he gulped down every drop of the tangy liquid. He gently finished John off and loved eating the semen of his favorite man. John thought he would pass out when Mike swallowed every inch of his throbbing cock. The grip of Mike's throat muscles had taken him to a new level of sexual pleasure that he had never dreamed was possible. Jamie Jeffries had sucked his cock, but no one had ever taken all of his cock right up to his pubic hair. He emptied his reservoir of male elixir and collapsed back on the couch to savor the best orgasm in his life! Mike pushed the last few drops of semen out of John's cock and loved the flavor. He left John's cock and pushed up the sweatshirt to expose John's nipples. He gave John's cock head a kiss and then began licking John's left nipple. He had learned how to lick and suck the nipples of a man when he was only 12 and had first shared sex with John, and now he wanted to prove that he remembered how to please a man. John pushed Mike away from his nipples and wanted to eat every inch of Mike's body. He pulled the towel away and dove down on Mike's throbbing meat. He was shocked at the length and width of Mike's cock and wanted to measure the tool, but his mouth had other ideas. He licked the precum off from the head of Mike's cock and fondled the two hairy balls in the huge scrotum of his new lover. He swirled his tongue around the corona of Mike's cock and went for the gold. He flexed his throat muscles and fought back his gag reflex until he had the entire 10 inches of Mike's cock in his mouth and down his throat. He kept swallowing to stimulate Mike's cock while he twisted his head back and forth to provide intense stimulation to his new lover. The results were immediate; Mike screamed when his cock erupted with huge volleys of hot cum directly down John's throat. John pulled back so he could taste the tangy sauce and continued sucking until Mike begged him to stop. It felt like he had swallowed a gallon of cum by the time he gently finished Mike off. The two lovers kissed and talked about their sexuality and desire to be lovers. They hugged and kissed until they decided to go to bed. "I love you!" Mike said to John. "I've always loved you, and I can't imagine a better man to share my life with!" "I've always loved you too," John admitted. "When I saw you come into my office, I wanted to kiss you right in front of Helen. I've missed our times together, and I'm proud of you for getting control of your addiction." "Tonight I'd love to cuddle with you," Mike said. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" "I'd love that!" John admitted. "Maybe tomorrow we can go all the way," Mike suggested. "It's been a long time since I had a big dick in my ass, and I'd love to feel your cock inside me!" "I thought that you might want a guy your own age to poke you in the whiskers," John teased. "I often wondered what happened to you, but when I called your father he just hung up the phone on me. I didn't know how to contact you, but I thought about you when I jacked off." "You've given me a new lease on life and I won't screw it up," Mike said. "My father's history to me now and you're the man in my life. Let's go to bed and see if we can suck some more cum out of each other." John and Mike went into the bedroom and sucked three more loads out of each other before they kissed and fell asleep. They cuddled together and knew that their lives had changed forever. Stay tuned!!! Feedback is appreciated to Jacob_latson@hotmail.com