Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 03:46:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Millenium Construction Compant 8

Millennium Construction Company 8

By Bald Hairy Man    e-mail  bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com

This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again
remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and
have included no gestures toward common sense either. Please e-mail me if
you have any suggestions or comments.


Skeeter woke me up at seven the next morning.  "Turn on the TV!  It's
Vince!" we ran to the living room and turned on the local station.  It was
a special report, live from a fire in a warehouse in the east end of
Richmond.  The building was in ruins, there was smoke everywhere.  The
reporter said, a portion of the building had collapsed and firemen were
missing.

Skeeter had a redneck's nose for automobiles and he had seen Vince's red
Jimmy under the rubble.  I asked how he knew it was Vince's, all the
firemen's trucks looked the same to me.

"It's a `97 with a special bumper package." he said, looking at me with
pity in his eyes.  We saw a few familiar faces in the TV coverage, but the
cameramen were jumping from scene to scene and you couldn't focus on
individual faces.  Karl put a tape in the VCR to record the coverage.

Bubba called to see if Vince, Julio or Steve had returned.  I said no.  Ed
called and said he would call his friends in City Hall to see if he could
find out who was missing.  I called some of my friends and connections.
Nobody knew anything.

At ten, we got a call from Julio.  He and Steve were okay, Vince was
missing and they were all searching for him.  It was almost certainly
arson.  From the way he said it, I knew there wasn't much hope for Vince.
I wished him good luck and he hung up.  I felt as if I had been punched in
the stomach.

The local stations were doing continuous coverage and we all gathered in my
living room.  Most of the men from the Christmas party returned as well as
my neighbors.  The TV went back to regular programming at noon, and Bubba
called up the station and cussed them out royally.  At 12:30 there was a
special bulletin and they returned to the fire scene.  A fireman had been
found in the debris.  A few minutes later they announced he was alive.
Karl put a new tape in the VCR and pressed record.

We watched as they pulled the man out.  It was almost impossible to see.
Butch saw Steve was part of the rescue team.  It was a confused mass of
firemen rushing the man to a waiting ambulance.  It left and Karl stopped
the tape and we played it in slow motion.  We reduced the speed to frame by
frame and finally were able to make out that the man had white hair.  It
was almost certainly Vince. I felt an incredible sense of relief.

Fifteen minutes later, Steve called and told us it was Vince.  He was hurt,
but alive.  Julio and Steve returned in the later afternoon.  Julio said
Vince was in serious, but not critical condition.  The floor collapsed and
dumped him into the basement.  He had been trapped under rubble, but the
wind was in the other direction.  The fire had burned away from him.

The two firemen had been up for well over 24 hours by then.  They were
still keyed up.  They told us what had happened.

"The building was burning when we got there.  It appeared to have started
at multiple points." Julio said.  "The individual fires seemed manageable
at first, but Christmas night is a bad time to have a fire.  Lots of men
were out of town.  We were supposed to be investigating it, but we were on
the hoses."

"I thought we had it under control by two or so in the morning," Steve
continued.  "But there was an explosion.  A big one.  The whole thing burst
into flame."

"It was a trap?" Butch asked.

"That was my read on it." Steve said.  "The first fire was a decoy to get
men in the building.  The explosion was to kill them.  That's when we lost
track of Vince.  Earlier we had lost contact with Chief Brown, and so Vince
went to direct the fire fighting from the other side of the building."

"It was a madhouse.  Every city fireman in town was there.  The special
county units arrived, as well as some volunteer units from the
countryside." Julio said.  "There were several other fires.  They were
typical Christmas trees burning and a poor electrical connection fires.
The counties and volunteer units covered them."

"We found two bodies." Julio said.  "Badly burned, but they weren't
firemen.  They weren't wearing any equipment.  We finally got the thing
under control and did a nose count.  Three men were missing.  One of them
was Vince.  We found one guy at the hospital recovering form smoke
inhalation.  Another had been hosing the building down the fire from an
isolated roof and didn't know he was missing."

"We found Vince's truck under the rubble.  He has a lot of equipment in it
so, he moved it where it was convenient.  We finally found him at noon.  It
is a miracle he lived."

"How badly injured is he?" I asked.

"I don't know.  I'm pretty sure he has a broken leg and ribs, he was
knocked against a wall, then fell into the basement." Julio said.  "He was
in about three feet of water, so he was cold and in shock.  He wasn't
burned."  We must have talked for an hour.  They then went to shower and
clean up.

I decided to make dinner out of left overs, but Karl took over and
converted the leftovers into something considerably better than I could
have dreamed up.  Skeeter suggested some ketchup would improve the turkey
remains and we spent an hour ribbing Skeeter on his culinary preferences.
Skeeter could give as good as he got and it was a good natured ribbing.  It
was clear that Karl and Skeeter had hit it off really well the night
before.

Julio also admired Karl's culinary skills.  We had dinner and everyone went
home, since we were all tired.  Steve and Julio were all but zombies.  They
were so tired, they couldn't go to sleep.  Karl mentioned we had taped the
television coverage and Julio wanted to watch it, so we put the tape on.

Skeeter, Karl, the two firemen and I watched.  Steve explained what was
going on to us.  There were multiple reruns of the fire earlier in the
night, along with live coverage of the search for the missing firemen.

Skeeter was manning the remote control.  He stopped in a crowd scene and
rewound it.  "Do you remember seeing that guy at the first fire?" he asked.
He pointed out a tall, thin man with a Harley sweat shirt.  Karl and I had
been among the first group to get to the explosion in the house in our
block.  I didn't recall the man, but Karl did.

"He does seem familiar.  As I recall he was one of those who just watched."
Karl said.  "I remember being slightly irritated.  We were trying to save
the black families furniture. Do you remember the name of the student who
was burned out?  He might remember." I did and I also had Mike's phone
number.  I remembered he was local and might be in town for the holiday, so
I called him and he came over.

Steve took charge.  He wanted to make sure no one gave a hint about the
man, so Mike wouldn't be influenced by our suspicions.  Mike appeared and
Fire Plug greeted him with wild enthusiasm.  Steve asked him to look
closely at the crowd scenes in the tapes.

Mike had the remote control and looked carefully.  He stopped several
places, but went on saying they were people he saw in the street all the
time.  He stopped again when the tape came to the tall man with the Harley
sweat shirt.

"This guy looks familiar.  He isn't a neighbor, but some how I think he was
there." Mike said.

"Could you identify him in court?" Julio asked.

"I don't think so.  It was so confused at the fire.  He may have been
there, but it might have been someone else.  I'm six-two.  It's unusually
to see someone taller than me." Mike explained.  "I think he was just
staring at the fire.  He wasn't doing anything.  You guys were trying to
help.  He just stood there."This information was enough for Steve and
Julio.  They took the tape and went to the Fire Department Headquarters to
get the information in the pipeline.

Skeeter and I were talking in the living room when Julio and Steve came
back around ten.  They were happy.

"Those tapes were just the information we were looking for.  The department
tries to tape suspicious fires, but it is always hit or miss." Steve said.
"It may not pan out, but it is a start." They were happy, but looked
exhausted.  "Can you go to Headquarters and look over mug shots tomorrow?"

"I sure can!" Skeeter said.  "I'll do anything to help.  You boys need some
sleep."

"I'm too keyed up."  Julio said.  He looked at Skeeter.  Clearly the same
relaxation technique occurred to them at the same time.  Actually the idea
struck us all at the same time.  We were all on my king sized bed in five
minutes.

I had never though of sex as being therapeutic, but I discovered it could
be.  I spent a good half hour with my tongue enveloped in Julio's
remarkable foreskin.  I remembered how uncomfortable he had been a few days
earlier.  He wasn't uncomfortable now.  He just laid back and let me lick.
Skeeter was doing the same to Steve.

Julio wanted to do more, but I told him just to relax.  My tongue found the
tender place, where the skin joined the head and it caressed that spot
until Julio began to dribble cum.  He had a gentle, quiet orgasm.  The cum
drooled from the piss slit rather than shot from it.  I licked it up and
when he was finished I pulled away.  He was asleep.

After the tension of the day and all the anxiety, it was relaxing and
sensual.  I hadn't shot, but I didn't feel the need either. Steve was
asleep by then too.  Skeeter and I relocated on the bed and fell asleep
ourselves.

Steve's beeper rang at eight the next morning.  The Director of Public
Safety had called a meeting at ten to address public concerns about the
fire.  He wanted the investigators to be there.  They dressed and left.  It
was good to be alone in the house for the first time in several days.  It
was a leisurely day with no events planned.

I took a long walk with Fire Plug.  All the snow had melted and it was
almost 60.  It felt like spring.  It was a clear, blue sky with bright
sunshine and we walked over to Monument Avenue and meandered our way
through the neighborhood.  I wandered to a small shopping area and had
coffee in the outdoor eating area.  It was that warm.  Fire Plug was
scrounging cookies and pieces of cake from the other customers.

An older man tripped in front of my table and slipped.  He caught himself
before he fell, but lost a chocolate eclair.  Fire Plug intercepted the
eclair mid air.

"Are you all right?"" I asked.  "Did the dog trip you?"

"No, No.  I'm fine." the man said in a bass- baritone voice.  "It's my
ankle.  I sprained it a few days ago and it just gave out on me." I asked
him to sit at my table and ordered a replacement pastry.

"No need to do that." he said.  "It was my fault." I laughed.

"I think the dog was a bit premature in his capture of the eclair." I
responded.  "I didn't realize he could jump that high."

"It was an impressive catch for a beast so low slung." the man said.  He
introduced himself as Magnus Anderson.  I recognized him as a well known
business leader.  I introduced myself.

"You're the contractor with the murals and the theater project." he said.
"I've been reading about you in the papers." I was flattered he recognized
my name.  "I was pleased you saved the theater.  I spent many hours in that
theater as a boy.  These fires are terrible.  Did you hear about the fire
Christmas night? A friend of mine was hurt there."

"I did.  Two of the firemen were bunking at my house for the holiday." I
said.  "Vince is a friend of yours?"

"You know him too?" Magnus asked.  "I've known him for years.  He's an
impressive man." Our eyes met and I realized we both were talking about his
cock.  Magnus must have been in his early to mid 70's.  He was over six
feet and had a heavily tanned and weather-beaten face with a bushy
mustache.  He had clear and bright eyes.  "We were members of a heath
club."  He added.

"Was that the Alcazar?" I asked.  "Vince mentioned it to me.  He said I
would have enjoyed it." Magnus smiled.

"He was the manager after he retired from the Fire Department.  When it
closed, he rejoined the department. I told him he was getting too old for
high stress work." Magnus explained.  "Have you heard how he's doing?"

"He was fine this morning, but I expect to get an update shortly when I get
back home."

"I would greatly appreciate it if you could call me." Magnus asked.  "We
are friends, but it's difficult to call.  I don't like to be a nuisance to
his family." The sun was getting low and it was getting cold.  Magnus and I
exchanged phone numbers and I walked him to his car, and then took Fire
Plug home.

Julio was waiting for me.  He said Vince was doing well, but would be
moving real slow for the next few weeks.  He would be in the hospital for a
few days, then home.  Skeeter and Mike had been through a slew of mug books
and found several possibilities.  The head arson investigator was pleased
with Skeeter and Mike.  They were good witnesses, neither wanted to
embellish.  The Fire Marshall thought this could be a major lead.  The
Steve and Skeeter returned at four.

Magnus called and I gave him an update on Vince's condition.  He asked if
we would like to come over for a cocktail and give several of Vince's
friends a first hand report.  Julio and Steve said they weren't dressed to
go out, but Magnus told us to come as we were.  They were off duty and
agreed to go.

I knew Magnus was an important businessman, but when I saw his house it
became clear just how successful.  It was in the back of an expensive
neighborhood, overlooking the James River.  Magnus greeted us at the door
and took us to the living room.  The house wasn't huge, it was just very
nice.  Beautifully built and crafted, the house was filled with paintings
and antique furniture.  It didn't look decorated, it was furnished with
style and character.  You knew an interesting man lived there.

We joined several of Magnus' friends in the living room.  Magnus introduced
us to the men and said they were good friends of Vince.  Wally Jones was
the organist of a downtown church, Dr. Ram Singh was a psychiatrist and
there was a guy named Templeton, who was a banker.  Julio and Steve gave an
account of the fire, and Vince's rescue.  The whisky was very good, and
after a few minutes everyone was comfortable.  They all knew about the
Millennium Construction Company as well as the fires afflicting Richmond.
Ram worked in a state prison and his theories about arsonists interested
Julio and Steve.

The organist, Wally, was interested in the theater and its former organ. He
thought the original organ had been sold and was somewhere in south west
Virginia.  After a half hour of conversation it seemed as if we had all
been friends for years.  Magnus asked if we would like to share his dinner
of leftovers from Christmas.  We said yes and a few minutes later he called
us into he dining room, where an impressive array of food was spread on the
table.

"When you are my age and have everything people give you food!" Magnus
said.  "Having you all here is a God send for me.  I'd weigh 1000 pounds by
the end of the season otherwise."  We ate and admired the room .  It was
decorated with scenic wall paper of views of 18th century Paris.  One side
was badly damaged by a water stain.  Skeeter stared at it.

"My eight year old grandson stopped up a bath tub." he explained.  "The
paper dates from 1785. They still make it, but if we repair the one panel
it will stick out like a sore thumb."' Skeeter looked at it with a
professional eye.  We had been working with wall paintings and elaborate
decoration so much, Skeeter and I had a good idea of what would be needed
to repair it.  It was a job for Otto and Lance. Magnus appreciated our
thinking on the paper and I told him I could send Otto over next week..

When we finished eating, Magnus signaled to me to come over to him. "We
usually retire to the pool after dinner." Magnus whispered to me.  "It's
nude.  Is that a problem for any of your friends?" I told him I didn't
think it was.  He smiled.  "If you thought Vince was impressive, you may
well enjoy my guests tonight.  They are all impressive in their own way." I
told him to lead on to the pool.

Magus then announced we were off to the pool and anyone who wanted to swim
was welcome.  He took us through a small door, down some stairs and then
through a brick vaulted tunnel.  As we walked, Magnus explained the unusual
construction.  "The family that owned this house before me was worried
about Russian attack.  They built a massive fallout shelter, complete with
a cistern for storing enough water to hold out for a year."

"When I bought the house, I wanted to demolish the thing, but it was too
expensive.  It's all cast- in-place concrete and would have required
blasting.  I closed it off, but a few years ago I turned it into a pool and
recreation room." he continued.  We finally reached another door.  Magnus
opened it and we saw the reflection of water against glazed ceramic tile.

The space was vaulted with a six foot area on all sides of a shimmering
blue pool.  A circular area at one end segregated a hot tub area from the
rest.  The room was very light with white and yellow tiles set in a
decorative pattern.  There were four planters with palms at the corners.

A bare breasted female sphinx was at the half-way point on each side.
Magnus pressed a button and their breasts sprouted water.  At the end of
the pool was a statue of Neptune, the god of the sea.  He had a conch shell
as a cock and it too was shooting water.  Facing him on the other side of
the pool a Hercules refilled the pool through a conventional penis.  Magnus
stripped and dove into the water.  We all followed suit.

I immediately realized what Magnus meant by saying his friends were
impressive.  There was big meat everywhere.  Ram was a big man and his cock
was even bigger.  Templeton was small in comparison, but his cock was
disproportionally large.  Wally had a thick cock that tapered to a
comparative small head.  Magus would have been a big man in any company
other than this.

I swam a few laps.  Skeeter was sucking Magnus at the end of my third lap.
Magnus talked with Ram and Julio.  I joined Templeton and Wally in the hot
tub.  Steve was missing.  Then I saw him nursing Ram's huge member.
Everyone was accounted for.

"Did Vince tell you much about the Alcazar?" Wally asked.

"He said it was a gay health club and was really enjoyable." I said.  "Was
it as good as this?"

"To tell the truth, it was much more intense than this." Templeton said.
"It was all sex, all the time."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Enjoyment is too tame a word." the small man said.  "You could really let
yourself go and no one seemed to mind."

"We're all old friends here .  I assume you all were well acquainted
sexually?" Wally explained. "The Alcazar had a much bigger pool of men,
some friends, some acquaintances, some strangers. They had a wide range of
sexual interests.  It was a sex club, so if someone was there, sex is what
he was after." Templeton laughed. "If you bent over in the shower there was
a good chance a cock would be poking in."

"There was a good chance it was your cock, if I recall correctly!" Wally
added.

"Come on now!  I only did that to you once!" Templeton whined.  This was
clearly a long standing joke between the two men.  "I admit it.  I do like
sex."

"I seem to have a fondness for it too." I said as I got out of the hot tub
and dove into the cooler water of the pool.  When I emerged at the other
end, Magnus was sucking Skeeter and Ram was sucking both Steve and Julio.
Magnus got out of the water.

"I may have a job for your construction company."  Magnus said.  "I have a
small project that might be just right for you."

"A resoration project?" I asked.

"No.  I'm planning to build another club." Magnus said.

"The Alcazar II?" Wally asked.

"A club on New Samoa Island."Magus explained.  "It's a small island in the
Chesapeake Bay.  There are the ruins of an old house there, but it's
secluded and isolated.  It would be an ideal place for the sort of club I
am interested in.  A gay construction company would meet my needs too."

"Professionally or sexually?" I asked.

"Professionally." Magnus said decisively.  Then he smiled.  "I wouldn't
mind the sexual part either." I smiled.