Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2013 12:56:26 -0800
From: Theodore Graham <tgrhm@msn.com>
Subject: Corporate Rivals- Part One  "Closing the Deal"

Corporate Rivals- Part One

Closing the Deal

My company, the Thoman Group, did well this year.

Up 38% year over year in revenue with a jump of 10% in profit over the same
period.

Perhaps more importantly, however, we bested our closest rivals, Simi Corp.
We did that by taking their largest and best client away from them.  I can
honestly say that I can wholly claim the credit for that.  I do claim it
rather publicly.  It is part of my need to show my value.  To everyone
everywhere all the time.

You see, I am a Dealmaker.  In fact, many would say I am THE Dealmaker.  I
like the art of dealmaking on many levels and from many perspectives.  Most
importantly, though, I want everyone to know that I am that guy.

Simi is literally right across the divided highway from us.  Their 40-story
glass and white aluminum mid-rise tower looks (down, as the Simi guys
always say) over at our 25-story black glass quad of semicircular buildings
that surround a large man-made pond.

I have been Head of Sales for three years now and my reign has been marked
by continuous growth and rising profit.

This year, I determined that we would finally beat Simi in annual revenue
for the first time.  To do this, we needed to take something from them (our
industry is pretty niche, so poaching clients is a necessary blood sport).
So, I devised a plan to take a key client from Simi's top Salesman, Jim
Adelman.  He had brought this client with him to Simi from when he worked
as a freelancer a year prior.  After only one year, proud Jim did not like
how he was being treated at Simi, so he was looking.  Naturally, he
approached me.  He went to Simi first as they were larger, but I am
well-known in the industry and have a great reputation as an effective boss
and expert Dealmaker who likes to teach others my trade.

Jim approached me at the gym that both our companies commonly use in our
industrial park.  That both companies have arrangements with the same gym
keeps the rivalry on the front burner at all times.  Thoman Men and Simi
Men are like gladiators staring each other down while we pump iron and play
racquetball.  It makes for rather horny times, in my opinion.  In any case,
Jim made it a point to be where I was in the weight room when I needed a
spot.  After the set, he introduced himself.  I had heard the name and knew
that he was the owner of the Ansaldi account that I had so coveted for so
long.  Strangely, I had not yet noticed him at the gym, though he said he
had seen me a few times.

I looked him over (while he was looking me over) and liked what I saw.  We
were about the same height at about 5'10" but that is where the
similarities ended.  He cut a slim and toned profile like a swimmer covered
in a slight layer of dark hair on his legs and arms (and I imagined his
chest and abs as well) whereas I could be described as more thick-set.  Not
bulky by any means, but certainly thick-chested.  We smiled at each other
and there was an obvious connection between me and this dark-haired,
blue-eyed boyish-type with a wicked smile (a common trait for the most
successful salesmen).  He seemed to be early 30's or so whereas I am a
young and rather vigorous 46.  He invited me to finish my workout on the
treadmill if I was going to finish with some cardio.  Interested, I
followed him to the cardio area while taking in his narrow waist and
swimmer's shoulders from a couple of paces behind him.  He had nice,
defined legs and sharply angled calves (such sights always make me go weak
in the knees) and wore a pair of relatively new Nike trainers with black
ankle socks.  I wanted to massage his legs and then pull his feet out of
those shoes and feel his (hopefully) moist, socked feet.  But I needed to
stop that line of thought so that I did not spring a woody right there.

We chatted amiably during the treadmill run.  Both being in Sales, we
traded boasts back and forth.  Sensing that something was up between us, we
arranged to continue our discussion over dinner.

He showed up dressed in a business casual way with a snug long-sleeve
button-down (looked like a Sherman), nicely fitted flatfronts and black
wingtips.  This boy was smoking hot, in my opinion.  Over dinner and quite
a few drinks, the playful boasting we had begun on the treadmill earlier
that evening had now led to the mild, fun threats that boys like to slide
into when joshing each other.  I told him that he would not last ten
minutes in my office as a salesman while he retorted that he would own my
office in ten minutes, etc.  The analogy (yes, I was the one who went
there) about how I was about to "come off the top rope like Cena" onto Simi
Corp. put us firmly into the sandbox of school-boy taunts of whipping each
other's asses.  He retorted that scenario was unlikely as he would be there
to meet me mid-ring and be sure the only one likely to be pinned and
submitted was me.  We were both getting hot around the zipper area and it
was obvious that there was a strong mutual attraction.  I went on to
explain in nice detail why, though he seemed to be in good shape, he would
never survive such an encounter when my arms were wrapped around his slim
body and my chest was squeezing the air out of his lungs while I shook him
like a rag doll.  Not quite believing my boldness and thinking I had likely
crossed a line of no return with a prospective employee, I watched his
Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and shifted in his seat.  He was
definitely hard after this exchange.  So was I.

Continuing, he countered that though I was thick in my torso and arms, I
probably noticed that his legs were rather stronger than the rest of him
and that I would have no opportunity for a bear hug if I was gasping for
breath on the ground between his thighs as he crushed my rib cage.  My
throat went dry and my cock twitched.  Trash talk gets me started really
quickly.  Imaging his legs wrapped around me was about to finish off what
the trash talk had started.  I needed another drink at that point so I
could calm down.  I wanted to wrestle this guy right then and there just to
experience the feeling of what would surely be exquisite body contact.  My
head was swimming and my boxer briefs were straining.  The continuous eye
contact told me all I needed to know about where this evening was headed.

The taxi ride to my place was short (we both took taxis to dinner assuming
correctly, as it turned out, that alcohol would be consumed in quantity).
I fixed us more drinks and showed him around.  I was careful to point out
my large bedroom which had a couple of yoga mats near the bed (yoga was my
morning routine).  I informed him that he was looking at the spot I had
chosen for his eventual surrender if we ended up having to wrestle our way
to an agreement.  He got right up close to me as I turned to leave the room
and said in a low voice right into my right ear "I hope you are man enough
to tap out before I break you in half with my scissors.  I hear ambulances
around here take a while."  I could smell the light dusting of cologne on
him and I could feel his hard cock briefly rub against mine.  He backed
away with a smirk and turned around to allow me to complete the tour.  I
could only stammer after that and soon gave up to sit at the kitchen island
across from him.  It was time to find out everything.

Within about 30 minutes of the most engrossing conversation I had had in a
very long time, we learned about our mutual preference for frotting.  I
could not believe my ears.  I am always a bit nervous about telling others
about my predilection for frot (I have only endured that conversation a
small handful of times in my life).  I do not practice anal sex and, to
many gay men, that makes me a freak.  I think it would also make my
straight friends as well think I was a freak if they knew that I was gay
but only into rubbing my member on another dude's member until one or both
of us shot all over the place.  Because, if you think about it, what could
be more gay than rubbing cocks?  Penetration is penetration.  But The Rub
is on another level.

I could not keep my eyes from roaming about him during the discussion.  I
was drawn by his well-kept beard, great smile, nice lips and even his hair,
which was the same length as his beard.  This guy was beautiful.

Then, to my shock and delight, this rather brazen little stud (I tend to
think of those who are younger than me in diminutive terms no matter their
physical size) had the nerve to propose A Deal that I could not resist
taking up.  At first, I was like 'Really? This young punk is trying to make
A Deal, with me, The Dealmaker?  He is way too cocky for his own good.'
Nevertheless, I was all ears as he explained The Deal: "I will win by
pinning your cock under mine and making you shoot.  As I watch your face
contort in ecstasy and compliance, I will not be able to stop myself from
shooting my victory load on your beaten cock.  Then you will extend an
offer of employment to me...A generous offer...And I will bring my Key
Account, the Ansaldi Account, over to Thoman with me.  I will become a
Thoman Man under your guidance, among other things."

Interesting.

Though my temperature was soaring and I really, really wanted to feel this
dude's body against mine, I snapped back into my normally ultra competitive
mode. That is when I resolved to put this challenge down quickly.  He
clearly thought himself in control of the situation.  Only I am ever in
control.  I needed to teach him this.  I would begin the lesson with a
verbal counter that would break his spirit and begin to sow the seeds of
self-doubt.

"You're on.  Furthermore, when I win exactly the same way, all you need to
do is introduce me to your client.  Just a simple, brief introduction.  I
will handle the rest."

I watched his face closely.  There!  The eyes gave him away.  I knew what
he was thinking: "Maybe I am playing out of my league here...This guy just
said he could take my client with just an introduction...He did not even
offer to make me an employee at low cost...Not even a straight up insult by
offering me to be an intern...Now I have to win just to save face...Have I
misread this situation or did I just walk into a well-laid trap?"

Just before he could come to any conclusions, I got up from my stool and
moved around the island to him.  I pulled him up from his stool and into a
full-frontal embrace.  Always making sure to keep maximum cock contact, I
looked into his eyes and allowed him to see mine soften and I took a deep
breath and sighed.  He then "knew" he really did have me "dialed in" and
ready for his kill.

I undressed him on the yoga mats and took care to inhale discreetly as I
removed his dress socks from his wingtips.  The aroma of clean sweat and
leather almost made me pop.  In spite of my attempt at discretion, he noted
my reaction to his feet and a slow smirk crossed his face.  He would file
that little tidbit away for future use.

My expectation about where I would find hair on his lithe body was spot on.
Dark hairs on his toned pecs and down the treasure trail that cut a canyon
between both halves of his defined abs.  But I was most drawn to the fine
black hairs on his legs as he flexed them and bounced up on his toes.  I
was captivated and he knew it.  Did he have me dialed in after all?

He had bulged nicely in his bikini briefs but when I got them off of him I
could see that his nicely cut, average girth 6.5 inches was not a size
match for my thick 8 inches of cut slab.  He had nice balls but they, too,
were of average size whereas mine were a perfect match for my large-ish
cock.  He noticed this as he hurriedly undressed me and I watched his
Adam's apple again give him away.

We stood for a moment about five feet apart watching each others' faces.
Then we moved in toward each other.  I raised and spread my arms inviting
him to lock up hand-to-hand for a test of strength.  He appeared to accept
the challenge but within what could have only been an inch away from a
mutual clinch, he dropped his arms and grabbed me about the waist and
quickly took me down.

I was shocked.  I felt stupid for allowing that to happen.  Nevertheless,
he was on top with his arms under me behind my back and he began a furious
grind.  Regaining my composure, I thrust upward to meet his grind.  He
quickly applied more pelvic strength and ground me down.  This was not
going to be easy...

Foolishly, he had left my arms free.  I brought them around his back and
prepared to squeeze.  Just then, he made a sudden movement with his legs
and put me into a crushing grapevine.  He used just enough force with those
strong legs of his to keep me immobilized without unleashing the extreme
pain that such a hold can cause.

He thrust powerfully and kept my groin stretched to take full advantage.
Looking now directly into my eyes, he asked me if I was enjoying the power
of his legs as he dominated me.  I was unable to speak.  I wanted to just
close my eyes and shut my ears so I could concentrate on holding myself
together long enough to get out of the sudden situation that was clearly
expected to finish me off quickly.  If I could not mount any effective
offense, I estimated that I would shoot my load within the next five
minutes.

Just then: "Maybe I will let you work for me when I take your job after our
next cockfight since this one is almost over...You know how to sell,
right?..."

That brought me back around and cleared my head a little.  That was a big
no-no, Jim.  It is one thing to talk trash but it is quite another to
attempt to emasculate me professionally.  Especially in my own bedroom.

It was time to put my worked-out arms to good use.  I lifted my torso about
six inches up off the floor.  This freed Jim's arms as well, by design.  I
knew that he would now concentrate on using his arms to stop my progress
and that would cause him to momentarily relax his legs.  It went off as I
had planned and I extracted my right leg while swinging my right arm over
him and grabbing his right shoulder with my left arm to start to roll him
over.  His resistance was strong and I thought it might not work for a
moment but onto his back he went.  He moved his legs to attempt another
grapevine from below, but this time I was ready and was able to keep my
legs together as I assaulted his cock with mine which was now on top.  I
grabbed his hands and stretched his arms to his side and slightly above his
head.

Into his ear I intoned hoarsely, "Do you feel that massive chest now, Jim?
How about those balls smothering yours?  Or that big cock grinding yours
into submission?  You know you do.  Let go.  Give in.  I have you."

He attempted to thrash about and mounted an attempt at grinding upward
forcefully at that but my weight was too much for him and I quickened my
thrusts.  And deepened them.  Once I detected a low moan from him, more
felt than heard, I spread my legs a little.  I no longer feared him having
the mental fortitude to go back to the grapevine.  It was time to finish
him.

30 seconds later, he had ceased any countergrinding.  10 seconds after
that, his cock exploded.  He expelled his breath in a rush but other than
that did not make any noise while he came.  I was impressed at this manly
stoicism from one so young.  I released his hands and lifted my torso so
that I could watch him ejaculate while my cock still ground his.  The sight
of his beautiful, lithe, pale, lightly hairy body under mine was too much
and it took me only another 5 seconds to shoot onto his cock.  "Oh
shhhiiitttt!!!!!!!!!" was all I could muster.

I rolled onto my back, shaking.  That was too close.  Unexpectedly close.
I was afraid he would ask for a re-match.  I did not think I could win
another one with him being so sexy.  For some reason, he pushed all the
right buttons in me.

The introduction to Mr. Ansaldi was made over lunch a week after I
conquered Jim.  During the entire preceding week, Jim had made it clear
repeatedly that he wanted a job and he would just bring his client over.  I
demurred repeatedly.  I had already determined that I would take the
client, not have it given to me.  Jim was beginning to understand the
situation and it was obvious that there was something deeper going on.  He
was a bit infatuated with me.  I kept him at arm's length while teasing him
about potentially coming aboard and hinting that we would need a rematch to
decide things.  He desperately wanted a rematch to decide the matter, but I
could not afford to have one until I had already taken Ansaldi.  I really
was nervous about being taken by Jim in a rematch.

Over the following month, Jim was becoming surly and bad-tempered.
Apparently, I had broken him with my stalling tactics.  The distraction
that I had created inside him caused him to pay less attention to his star
client.  I was conveniently there to pay the bill for lunch and
entertainment for Ansaldi whenever Jim didn't.  I was relentless in my
pursuit of this client.  I managed to pull the Ansaldi Account away after
three months.

Jim quit Simi in shame the day it happened but not before dropping a dime
on me to his boss, Morgan Thaler, the Head of Sales for Simi.

The day Jim quit, I invited him over for dinner at my place.  I got us both
rather drunk and out came the confessions.  After telling me that he was
interested in me, he told me he needed some time away and would go to see
his parents for a few weeks before deciding what to do.  He asked if he
could call me.  "Any time, Jim, for anything," was my response.  Chapter
closed.  I had gotten what I wanted and did not really expect to ever hear
from Jim again.

I wondered if being a cold-blooded bastard was going to come back on me one
day.