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Sam and Chris
Chapter 38: Busted
It was Friday night. Chris and I settled in the kitchen after walking Lincoln and Roosevelt.
"This should be a celebration for completing the first week of the second semester," Chris announced. "I have reserved a bottle of Henry's bootlegged champagne for us to enjoy tonight. And, dinner will be a seafood casserole—recipe courtesy of your mother."
"Yum!" I answered. "And, what's for dessert?"
"You, my dear man! You!" Chris answered with a leer.
"Then, you must be the icing on the cake!" I whispered as I gave Chris a kiss.
Once we pulled away from each other my phone rang. It was Mr. Dunlap who was one of the people on the executive director search committee, an attorney for Chris's grandfather's firm, and a member of the Washington Family Foundation board. I answered my phone and put it on speaker phone, "Hello Mr. Dunlap!"
"Hello, Sam!" Mr. Dunlap answered. "And, the name is Tony if you don't mind. Is Chris there with you?"
"I'm here," Chris answered.
"Good!" Tony responded. "I can get right to the point if you don't mind. I'm in the foundation conference room with the rest of the search committee. I think we can make this an official meeting since everyone is present in one form or another. First of all, the three people you wanted us to meet with were excellent choices. However, we unanimously believe that Mr. Allan is our first choice to lead Home Front."
Home Front is the name we decided upon for the homeless gay youth project.
"He was our first choice, too!" Chris answered.
"We are happy to hear that," Tony added. "He exhibits what we think is the compassion, leadership, and experience to move this project forward from an idea to reality. So, we would like to offer him the job."
"That's terrific," I answered. "How do we do this?"
"Well, I am going to draft an agreement between Mr. Allen and Home Front. We also feel the salary should be on the high end of the scale you outlined in your proposal. So, we thought we could offer him $150,000 for the first year. I know he makes less than that in his present position, but he and his family will be living in Chicago and not Iowa. Dr. Washington also suggested we offer to house the family in one of the condos at Lake Point Towers until he can find a more permanent residence. Your thoughts?"
"I think that is a great plan," Chris answered. "Sam?"
"I agree," I added.
"Good," Tony began to summarize. "I will draft the agreement tonight. It's just standard attorney mumbo jumbo, and I will call him tomorrow to offer him the job. We can put the finishing touches on the contract next week if he accepts."
"Great work!" Chris explained. "We think you have done a remarkable job of moving this project forward."
"And, Christopher and Sam," it was Chris's mother's voice. "I am volunteering to be Mr. Allan's assistant until he can find someone more qualified as a permanent assistant. It will give me something to do besides be a construction supervisor!"
"Thanks, mom," Chris answered. "I'm sure you will be a great help!"
"And," Tony added. "We will offer one of the offices at the foundation to Mr. Allen to work from for as long as he needs."
"We are very excited," I said to the assembled group. "You've all done a terrific job of getting this project off to a running start!"
"Thank you, Sam. Now, we have work to be done," Tony began to sign off. "So, unless anyone has other questions, we can adjourn."
We ended the call after a few pleasantries.
"I assume we shouldn't tell Glen and wait for his father to give him the news," I suggested.
"I think that is the courteous thing to do," Chris answered. "Besides, what if he doesn't take the job?"
"Good point," I answered.
"Now, it is definitely time for some bubbly!" Chris decided.
Chris popped the cork of the bubbly and poured two glasses. Lincoln and Roosevelt came from the living room to see what was happening with us in the kitchen. They were sitting looking at us as we clinked glasses.
"Here's to the new executive director of Home Front," Chris said.
We took a sip, and then it was my turn, "And, here's to my boyfriend—and my inspiration!"
We clinked again.
"I think Lincoln and Roosevelt want something," I said to Chris. Both of them were looking at us with big eyes and their tails were swishing across the floor. "Maybe it's time for a treat!"
I handed each of them a treat from the jar. They were happy puppies.
"So," I began, "I was wondering what happens next after Mr. Allan accepts the executive director's job."
"You tell me," Chris answered. "You are the master mind behind this project."
"I just want it to be successful and to help as many people in need as possible," I answered. "And, I want Mr. Allan to be the one to set the direction of Home Front. It's not in our hands anymore!"
"Ah!" Chris explained. "Not exactly. We are on the board of directors. The board decides general policies. The executive director sets the policy in motion by hiring staff or acquiring property or lobbying for new laws."
"In other words, we point, Mr. Allan directs, and others move the agenda forward," I summed up Chris's explanation.
"Exactly my dear man," Chris answered. "How about another glass of bubbly?"
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My phone rang around 3 pm on Saturday afternoon. It was Mr. Dunlap. As I answered the call, I turned it on speakerphone, "Hello, Tony!"
"Good afternoon, Sam," Tony answered. "Is Chris with you?"
"I'm here," Chris answered. "What can we do for you?"
"I have good news," Tony explained. "Mr. Allan has accepted the offer to be the new executive director of Home Front! I will put finishing touches on the contract on Monday, but we are basically in agreement for the terms of employment."
"Outstanding, Tony!" I answered. "Was it much of a sales job?"
"Nope!" Tony answered. "The first words out of his mouth after I offered him the job was, `I accept.' He had apparently discussed this in detail with his family, so it was an easy sell!"
"Did he give you any indication when he could start?" Chris asked.
"That will be determined tomorrow morning when he announces from the pulpit that he has accepted a position to run a shelter for gay homeless youth in Chicago," Tony answered. "He wants to give them four weeks' notice, but he thinks he may be terminated effective immediately when the congregation figures out he has joined with the enemy so to speak!"
"I would like to be a fly on the wall for that announcement," Chris added. "It might turn ugly if the congregation is anything like the one my parents joined!
"We will know next week in terms of his start time for Home Front," Tony summarized. "I thought you would like to know about his decision."
"Thanks, Tony," I said. "We really appreciate the update and are excited that Home Front is moving along so quickly."
We ended the call after a few moments. I looked at Chris, and he added, "I think we will need to break out the bubbly again to celebrate this victory tonight!"
"I'm really, really happy about this," I exclaimed. "This is so exciting!"
A few moments later, my phone began ringing again. It was Glen. I answered the call and clicked on the speaker phone, "Hello, Glen! How is your weekend going?"
"Awesome!" he exclaimed. "I just got a call from my mom and dad! He accepted the position with Home Front! He and my mother are stoked. I assume you already knew about this!"
"We talked to Mr. Dunlap last night," I confirmed. "We knew he was going to offer your father the job. He just called us a few minutes ago with the news that your father accepted the offer!"
"Well, tomorrow should be an exciting day," Glen began to explain what was happening. "My dad is going to announce his resignation. He is telling the congregation that he has accepted an executive director position to lead Home Front—a homeless prevention project for LGBT youth in Chicago. I'm sure there will be a few gasps after that announcement. But, he wants Sawyer and me there as moral support. So, we are leaving for Iowa in a few minutes. He asked me if he could tell the congregation that he has a gay son. And, I said sure."
"Tomorrow will be an exciting day for the Allan family, that's for certain," I answered. "Are you nervous?"
"Nope!" Glen answered. "I'm just fucking proud that my dad is going to stand up to the bunch of bigoted assholes in his congregation!"
"Tell your father and the rest of your family that we will be with you in our thoughts tomorrow morning!" Chris commented. "Of course, Sam and I will be eager to hear how things go!"
"We will definitely keep you posted," Glen agreed.
"Maybe I can capture all of this on video with my phone," Sawyer suggested. "We could upload it to YouTube and see if we can get a viral video going!"
"I would hold off on posting the video to YouTube until you've given it a lot of thought," I suggested.
"Maybe that would be a good idea, Sam!" Sawyer agreed.
"Anyway, we need to get on our way to Iowa," Glen explained.
"Call us when you can, guys," I said to Glen and Sawyer as we ended the call.
"Well, this could turn out to be an exciting weekend after all!" Chris said to me.
"I'll say!" I answered Chris. "I think we should celebrate with a little shower sex before cocktail hour and dinner. What do you think, big guy?" I gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Let's fast forward the process," Chris replied. "I think I really, really need a shower!"
I took Chris's hand and began to lead him into the bedroom. I noticed Lincoln and Roosevelt look out the window. Then, they looked at us. Then, circled the sofa in the television room and hopped up and took their places next to one another. "I think those two know what we are doing," I whispered to Chris.
"I think they noticed it wasn't night time yet," Chris whispered back. "And, they haven't had their evening walk. So, it's not bedtime."
Once Chris closed the bedroom door, we headed to the shower leaving hastily discarded clothing along the way.
Chris quickly adjust the temperature of the rain forest shower heads and we were under the shower in a few quick motions. Chris grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. I eagerly responded as our hard dicks rubbed against each other. During our passionate kissing session, I found Chris's nipples and began to play with them.
"Sam, you are making me crazy," Chris hissed between kisses.
"That's my plan," I hissed back as I took on hand and began to play with Chris's nine inch hard cock. "I love this dick, Chris!"
Chris grabbed my hard dick, "And I love this one!"
"I want you in me, Chris!" I whispered to my lover. "It's been a long time!"
"I know," Chris hissed. "Eight hours! Such a tragedy! Now, turn around and we can make up for lost time!"
I turned around and braced myself against the shower wall. Chris lined up his cock with my awaiting asshole.
"Am I going to be your boyfriend or fuck buddy?" Chris whispered.
"Fuck buddy," I whispered back.
"Gentle or rough?" Chris again whispered.
"Pound my ass, stud," I hissed.
Chris didn't say anything else. He just pressed his cock against my asshole and shoved it balls deep inside me in one long fast stroke.
"Yes," I screamed. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!" I begged.
Chris sprang into action. He began to pump my ass in rapid fire thrusts.
"Is this what you want, pig boy?" Chris hissed as he continued stabbing my ass with his nine inch cock. His balls slammed against mine with every inbound thrust.
"Fuck yes, SIR!" I hissed back. "Make me feel your cock, SIR!"
As Chris continued pounding my ass, he started playing with my nipples. After several more minutes, I was getting close to shooting my load all over shower wall.
"I'm fucking cumming!" I screamed as Chris continued his pounding. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
It was Chris's turn to scream as he unloaded into my ass. After recovering, Chris pulled me tight to his body.
"You're pretty good as a pig," Chris whispered.
I turned around to face my boyfriend, "You're pretty good as a fuck buddy!"
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The next day, Chris and I took Lincoln and Roosevelt for a stroll around the quad. By central Illinois standards, we were experiencing a heat wave. The sun was shining and the temperature hovered just above freezing.
Several people had stopped us so they could get to know Lincoln and Roosevelt. Did they want to get to know Chris and me? Nope!
We arrived back at the condo and had settled in at the kitchen island to study. My phone started to ring. It was Glen so I answered, "Hello, Glen! What's up?"
"We are almost back from our whirlwind trip to Iowa," Glen began. "Do you guys have a few minutes to discuss the events of the day? We should be back in about 10 minutes."
"Sure," I answered. "We just returned from a walk to the quad."
"Terrific! We'll see you in a few," Glen effused.
I turned to Chris, "Glen and Sawyer want to stop by and tell us about their trip to Iowa. I have this feeling this may be an interesting story!"
A few minutes later, Glen and Sawyer knocked on our door. As I went to answer it, Lincoln and Roosevelt followed me. They have learned that anytime there is a knock on our door, someone on the other side will want to play with them. `Are these two spoiled,' I thought to myself.
"Hello, guys," Glen announced as he and Sawyer entered and promptly greeted Lincoln and Roosevelt. After a few licks from the dogs, Glen pulled me and Chris into a hug. "This has been a memorable day!"
We settled in the living room to hear about their visit. Lincoln's head was on Sawyer's lap and Roosevelt's on Glen's.
Chris looked across the living room at our two furry charges. Then, he looked at me. Then, he looked across the living room at Lincoln and Roosevelt and muttered, "Traitors!"
Lincoln and Roosevelt looked at each other and then jumped off the sofa and joined Chris and me.
"First of all," Glen began, "I was very, very proud of my father. I'll give you the short version of his sermon. He began his sermon—in which he also told the congregation of his resignation—with a story about a homeless boy who was murdered in Lincoln Park in Chicago. Note some omission of facts here. Then, he proceeded to tell about a college student at the UIUC who is a leading face of a movement to establish a nonprofit group to serve the homeless youth in the city. Next, he announced he has been asked to become the executive director of the organization and he has accepted the position. There were a few gasps from the congregation. The saga continues. He began to fill in some of the gaps: the homeless boy was kicked out of his family home because he was gay; the college student at the UIUC is also gay and—he did this for effect—is engaged to a guy at the same college; the nonprofit group will serve homeless LGBT youth; and, finally, the gay college student is also friends with his GAY son, Glen. Needless to say, there were a few mutterings from the congregation."
"And," Sawyer added to the story, "as we speak, there is an emergency meeting of the board to decide how to deal with this very unpleasant situation."
"My father may be relieved of his duties by this evening," Glen continued.
"Oh my!" Chris commented. "This is really moving along quickly! I'm sorry we couldn't be there for the reveal!"
"It was interesting to say the least," Sawyer said.
"My brothers and my mother are so, so pumped for the move!" Glen continued. "They are excited to be getting out of Iowa!"
"Where are they finishing school?" Chris asked.
"They haven't decided yet," Glen answered. "Any suggestions?"
"I went to Francis Parker," Chris answered. "It's a great school. However, I'm not certain they like mid-year starts[SW1] . But, they should check it out!"
"There was talk about them staying in Iowa with my mom to finish," Glen began to explain. "But, they definitely want to move as quickly as possible."
"We should leave you two alone. Besides, we need to do a little studying," Sawyer suggested. "We are a little behind after our quick round-trip to Iowa!"
After Sawyer and Glen left, we took our positions at the kitchen island to hit the books ourselves.
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We headed out to meet the group at the gym on Tuesday morning. We had already taken Lincoln and Roosevelt for a walk and gave them sustenance and water for the day. Chris and I arrived about 10 minutes early. Sawyer, Glen, Harrison, and Tom followed shortly. When Brendon, Harvey, Luke, and Sean arrived precisely at 10:30, we headed for the locker room and the weight room.
"We need to break into this routine more slowly," Luke began as he pulled on his jock strap. "Sean and I were a little sore after our last workout. Although we walked a lot when we were in London, we didn't hit the gym at all. So, we need to break our bodies into this exercise stuff again."
"Besides trying to get back into exercising, we have been moving fucking boxes around like crazy," Sean added. "It's amazing how much work is involved in moving into a place!"
"Especially when we can't find half of our stuff," Luke replied with a smile.
We hit the weights with a vengeance—except of course Sean and Luke. When we were getting ready to shower, our extended group was drawing looks from the other guys.
"If I didn't know better, I might become paranoid at the attention we are getting," Harrison said quietly.
"You're just hoping to get lucky in the shower, Harrison," Tom replied.
After we had showered and dressed, we headed off to the pasta place for lunch. We grabbed our food and usual table.
"Sam," Sawyer began, "I ran into Tracy O'Malley—Sam and I met her and Rick Livingston the first week of school. They both live in our former dorm. She's in my English class this semester. She had some interesting news. Her mother—Candice Breamner O'Malley is involved in a lot of charity work in Chicago. I think your grandparents knew her, Chris. Her father is an attorney and state representative."
"That would probably be the person that my grandmother talked about on one of our first visits to Chicago," Chris agreed. "Don't quote me on this, but I believe my grandmother is not one of her biggest fans."
"That would probably be the one," Sawyer continued. "Well, Mrs. O'Malley came home early from one of her trips to Palm Beach and found Mr. O'Malley in bed with—are you ready for this—another man. The guy Mr. O'Malley was with was a former classmate of Tracy's. Her mother is in a funk and is threatening divorce. Other shit is hitting the fan, too!"
"I can't wait to tell my grandmother," Chris said with a smile.
"You probably won't need to," Sawyer added. "The ensuing fight was featured in the local section of the Tribune. It appears that Mrs. O'Malley threw a very large vase at Mr. O'Malley. He's in the hospital with a major head wound."
"Holy shit!" Harrison remarked. "Is Tracy the one who goes on and on and on and on and on and on?"
"She's the one," I said. "But, I'm really sorry to hear about her father. And, I'll bet his friend was shaking in his boots."
"He couldn't find them," Sawyer continued. "Apparently, Mrs. O'Malley was also brandishing another heavy object and didn't give the dude time to fully dress. A neighbor found him bootless, shirtless, and coatless standing on the sidewalk calling a cab. Fortunately, his phone was in the pocket of his jeans."
"I wonder what this will do for Mr. O'Malley's political career," Tom commented. "Fortunately, he is a democrat in a gay-friendly state!"
"How is your friend Tracy taking all of this?" Luke asked.
"Tracy is, well, Tracy," Sawyer began. "She's actually enjoying the attention she is getting from her friends and family. She might come out with more control of her trust fund if her mother gets in too much hot water."
"That does, indeed, sound like Tracy," I added. "What happened to Mrs. O'Malley?"
"She's out on bail," Sawyer explained. "Mr. O'Malley and his boyfriend are pressing charges. I think Tracy said they are pursuing assault charges against Mrs. O'Malley."
"You have to hand it to Mr. O'Malley," Harrison added. "He must be some hot meat if he's managed to get a dude in bed who is the same age as his daughter."
"I think I would feel sorry for the boyfriend, especially if he wasn't fully out with friends and family," Sean commented.
"He's out now," Sawyer continued. "His name was printed in the Tribune. He's going to school at Northwestern. Tracy told me his name, but I've forgotten already. It is rumored that Mr. O'Malley and his boyfriend have been seeing each other for about three months."
Harrison looked up from his phone, "Tom! Get this! The dude's name is Elliot Benson!"
"Holy shit," Tom responded. "Harrison and I went to school with him. Elliot is gay? He was a football player in high school. He would strike you as the least gay person we know!"
"Apparently not," Harrison added. "Elliot's father is a state representative. He's not known for his gay-friendly stances. So, I hope Elliot survives this with his sanity in tact!"
"So, I guess this does mean that Elliot came out in the Chicago Tribune after all," Sean surmised. "What a radically novel way to do that! And, who has the money in the O'Malley family?"
"That would be Mrs. O'Malley," Sawyer answered. "Have you heard of Breamner crackers? It was a brand sold to Nabisco decades ago. Mrs. O'Malley is the sole heir of the cracker empire."
"So, I am assuming there was a lot of money to be made in the cracker business," Chris added with a smile. "We could turn this into a play! We could even title it `The Crackers.'"
"And, who would we get to be the lead cracker?" Luke asked.
"Maybe Elliot will need a job so he can finish college," Tom suggested. "Now, speaking of finishing college, we need to head to our computer science class. I hope Ben wears another one of his tight, tight shirts! I think he will be the highlight of the day!"
To be continued...
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