Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 11:04:36 -0800
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sam Caldwell's Further Adventures 16

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		     SAM CALDWELL'S FURTHER ADVENTURES

			      by Macout Mann



				Chapter 16

			     A Very Good Year


Aris was right. In the next few days Sam receives seven telephone calls
from guests at the Kanteres' party inquiring about portraits.  Since his
only immediate job is the illustration of "Skeleton of Steel," he agrees to
talk to each of the seven.  Commissions result totaling eighty thousand
dollars.  It will be a very good year.

Jim Hart brings Win back to school and finds time to get together with Sam
before he returns to Sparta.  Win and Ron have become classic fuck buddies
since Ron's epiphany, but Win still finds ample opportunities to visit Sam,
not only for sex, but because Sam has continued to mentor his "nephew" in
every way he can.  Sort of payback for all the things Jim did for him when
he was a student.



Mason Jackson has become Win's best friend.  Mason is straight, but they
share many interests, including classical music, since Sam introduced Win
to the symphony and Win became a fan.

Yoel Levi is to conduct "Carmina Burana" the last week in January.  It is a
favorite of Mason's, so Sam trades in his and Win's seats and gets three
together and Mason joins them for the concert.  They go back to Sam's place
after the concert for drinks, and Merritt joins them, Sam having convinced
Merritt to behave himself, since Mason's not going to be interested in
being bedded.  Sam doesn't even know if Mason knows Win is gay.

Mason's father is a supporter of the Minnesota Orchestra, so he and Merritt
have a great deal to talk about.  Once Mason and Win leave to drive back to
Tech, however, Merritt's propriety vanishes, and he feasts on Sam's tasty
wiener.  Sam is more than happy to let him.



February Sam has to finish the drawings for Curt Abramson's novel.  The
final illustrations are to be of a fistfight between Guy and the worker who
is trying to bring down the skyscraper.  The fight takes place on top of
the building's steel frame and ends with Guy knocking the villain off
balance and his falling to his death.  One picture is of the "knockout
punch," and the very last picture in the novel is similar to the first one
except it's from the reverse angle, Guy looking down from the top of the
building toward the body of his victim.

Sam needs to revisit the construction site to take some photographs and get
an idea of how a fight at the top of a high rise would look.  Josh is away
at college, so his father takes the opportunity to escort Sam and at the
same time make an inspection.

"My son, Josh, was very impressed with you," Mr. London said.  "Told me you
worked construction when you were a student."

"Yes, but nothing like this," Sam replies.  "I was very impressed with Josh
too.  What's he studying?

"Political Science," his father answers.  "But I expect he'll do an MBA
after graduation."

"That seems to be `the thing' these days," Sam grins.

"I think it's a bunch of shit, if you'll pardon the expression," London
responds.  "I built my business with nothing but sweat and will power.
Picked up what I needed to know through experience."

The comment led Sam to tell London about David and his hopes for him.

"I'd love to give the kid a job," London says, "but I could never pay him
enough to support a mother and a sister."

He is, however, able to give Sam a number of ideas about how the fight
might be portrayed.  "I've seen a few myself," he boasts.

Sam takes a number of pictures he thinks will be useful.  He also asks to
be remembered to Josh.



In March, Sam turns his attention back to David.  Sam's mother thinks it's
a waste of his money to keep employing the boy, as much as she has grown to
like him.  She can take care of herself, she tells him.  And six months is
what he and David had agreed to.

Sam proposes to come to Columbus to work out a strategy with David, so he
might get a better position, one that will both advance his opportunities
and also support his family.  David asks to come to Atlanta instead.

One of Sam's wealthy tricks, back when he was hustling with Merritt, told
him about a unique way to get a job.  "First," he had said, "find the name
of the top man in the company and write to him personally.  He will always
know what personnel needs will be in the near term, and he can direct your
inquiry to the right place.  Also, if your letter is forwarded to a
subordinate from him, it will get immediate consideration.

"Second, don't send a resume.  Write a one-page personal letter on monarch
sized stationary, so that it doesn't get lost among all the number ten
envelopes.

"Third, emphasize deeds you have done.  That's what employers are
interested in.  Start with a deed, then list others, and finally ask for an
interview."

Sam found early on that the method worked, when he was first trying to get
illustrating jobs.  So he and David work on a "broadcast letter."  It
begins,

     "Immediately after graduation from high school, I was hired
     to assist the grieving mother of my employer soon after her
     husband died.  I managed her household for six months, until
     she recovered.

     "You may be interested in someone like me.  Here are some
     other things I did:

They then list particular tasks that David has accomplished, from grocery
shopping to arranging doctor's appointments to calling a repairmen to fix
the washing machine.  The list stresses that David has been trusted with
the handling of money.  Then the letter ends,

	"I will be happy to give you more information in a
        personal interview."

At the Atlanta Public Library Sam and David select a group of businesses
from the Columbus Yellow Pages that they think might be interested, check
sources for the names of their CEOs, and prepare a copy of the letter for
each.

Before David returns to Columbus to mail the letters, Sam introduces him to
Win, and the three of them spent a couple of evenings enjoying each other.
The two boys become instant buddies.

David again says how much he wishes he could live in Atlanta.  He also says
he wishes he could go back to school.  He has realized he doesn't have much
of a future even if he gets a steady job.  Sam tells him what Mr. London
had said, but he also starts to think.

When David gets back to Columbus, he mails the letters.  He gets ten
interviews, and five job offers.  The best is for ten dollars an hour. Sam
counsels him to put off accepting as long as he can.

Sam has contacted the Hon. Jack Hardaway, a member of the symphony board
and the wealthy business man son of a British Lord.

When Sam was in college and first came to Atlanta to hustle—that is be a
call boy—with Merritt, Hardaway was one of Merritt's tricks.  Sam had
watched him fuck Merritt, and that first time Jack had watched Merritt fuck
Sam.  The relationship had progressed to profitable three-ways, and even
now, when Sam on occasion had the yen to sell his ass, Jack Hardaway was
one of the first guys Sam called on.

Sam had told the Hon. Mr. Hardaway that he had sent him a copy of a letter
from a David Williams.  When he received it, would he please call Sam?

When he received the call, "I am the employer David is talking about," Sam
had said,.

"The boy's got a good spiel," Jack had said, "but what does that have to do
with me?  He can't be a registered representative, now can he?"

"No but he can be useful," Sam had replied.  He then explained the whole
situation.  "Dave needs to support his mother and sister.  He does want to
live in Atlanta.  He does want to further his education.  I do want to help
him.

"He will need to have a day job paying fifteen to twenty dollars an hour in
order to live in Atlanta and still support his family.  He can go to school
at night.  He can also continue to supplement his income with his dick and
his ass.  You can find him a job, I'm sure.  And you and some of your
buddies can help `in other ways.'"

"I would like to meet the young man," Jack had answered.

Two days later the meeting takes place.  David has been well coached for
his audition, and Hardaway is very impressed not only by David's sexual
prowess but by his general demeanor.  David is hired as a courier for the
Hardaway enterprises at sixteen dollars an hour.  His duties will involve
transporting sensitive documents from one of its offices to another.  He
will be given a company car.  He will also be expected to perform at much
higher under-the-counter rates for Mr. Hardaway and a group of his friends
who have permanently rented a hotel room near Lenox Square for "business
purposes."

Sam helps David find a clean but inexpensive efficiency apartment on the
near north side.  He is enrolled in night classes at Georgia State which
will begin with the summer term.  He and his family are overjoyed.  So is
Win.



Toward the end of March, Sam receives a telephone call.  "Mr. Caldwell,
this is Josh London.  I'm home for Spring break, and Dad told me he'd seen
you and that you'd sent your regards.  I was wondering if maybe we could
meet for a cup of coffee or something."

"Maybe for something stronger than coffee, if you're up for it," Sam
responds.  "I'd love to see you, Josh.  Why don't we meet at my place."
They agree to meet the following afternoon.

"Thanks for agreeing to see me," Josh begins.  "It was really sort of
brazen of me to call you."

"Not at all," Sam says.  "I really enjoyed meeting you before, and would
like to hear what you've been up to.  Can I fix you a drink?"

Josh considers asking for beer, but considering the posh surroundings,
requests Scotch and Soda.  Sam, of course, mixes himself a Martini.

"So what you been up to?" Sam asks again.

"Not much.  Tuscaloosa's not as laid back a place as I'd hoped.  You gotta
go to Birmingham to find any action.  So I've mostly been studying.

"Dad's happy, though.  My grades are damned good."

"I gathered that he came up the hard way," Sam says.  He'd never known that
Josh was at the University of Alabama.  Not that it mattered.

"Oh yeah," Josh replies.  "He never talks about it--in the sense of "I had
to walk to school in snow up to my ass--but he had it rough.  I think he
knows I'm gay.  But I get the feeling he don't care.  Maybe that he's been
there too."

Sam giggles.  "A lot of construction guys like to mess around," he says.

"Don't I know it?" Josh laughs.

Sam sees the lust in his eyes, but for some reason he still doesn't respond
in a way Josh craves.

"I really have appreciated the help you and your dad have given me," he
says to change the subject.

"When is the book going to be published?" Joes asks.

"I think in June," Sam answers.  "My part is over, except for getting the
royalties," he laughs.

Suddenly the door chime sounds.  It is David.

"Oh, Mr. Caldwell, I didn't realize you'd be busy," he says.  "I'll come
back later."

"No, come in," Sam responds, feeling that a prayer may have been answered.
"I'd like you to meet Josh.

"This is Dave, a friend of mine from Columbus, where I'm from.  I'm helping
him get settled in Atlanta.

"Dave, this is Josh.  He and his father have helped me on a project I've
just finished."

They say, "It takes one to know one."  Sam sees instant recognition of two
guys hot for each other.  They rush to shake hands and probably would have
groped each other, if Sam hadn't been looking on.

A half hour later, Sam says, "Use my bedroom, guys.  No need to mess up
another set of sheets."

Naked in Sam's bed, the boys are playing with each other, when David asks,
"How long you and Sam been messing around?"

"We never have," Josh answers.  "This is only the second time I've ever
seen him."

"Well me and him fuck around about every chance we get, but I sometimes
think he's more interested in helping me--like to get work and shit--than
screwing me.  He's one hard-to-figure motherfucker."

"I'd give anything if he'd get with me," Josh admits.  "When I came here
tonight, I was hoping...."

"Just play along," David snickers as he jumps out of bed.

Sam was reading the newspaper when a naked David appears.  "We need your
help, boss," he says.  "Come tell us whose dick is bigger."

"There's a ruler over there in my desk," Sam responds.

"Nah!"  David smirks.  "You know what I'm talking about.  Come and take a
look."

Sam follows David into the bedroom.  David jumps into bed next to Josh and
says, "Now lean over and take a close look."

Sam is wearing a sweatshirt and workout pants; and as he leans over, David
grabs the elastic waistband and pulls.  "See, Josh," he cries, "he
freeballs.  Grab that thing!"

Josh's hand reaches for Sam's prong, and it responds.

"No....I," Sam cries out.  Then, "Goddammit, Dave, I'm goanna have your ass
for this!"

"It's right here waiting for you, after you've finished with Josh's," David
laughs.  "I know he wants you, and your dick's saying you want him."

"But...."  Sam can't deny the truth of David's taunt.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Caldwell, if we...." Josh begins.  He realizes the
impropriety of what he and David have done.

"That's all right, Josh.  David's right.  At least about what my dick wants
to do.  Are you sure that's what you want too?"

"Ever since that day you found out I'm gay."

Sam steps out of his pants and pulls his sweatshirt over his head.  He
joins the boys in bed.  He massages both their bodies, then takes Josh's
shaft into his eager mouth.  David takes over the job of masseur, enhancing
both his companions' sexual ardency even more.

When Josh has dropped his load down Sam's gullet, David is ready with lube.
There is no hesitancy.

"Oooough," Josh cries, as Sam penetrates him.

"Too big?" Sam whispers.

"No.  Fuck me....now."

Afterward Josh admits that he's sucked and been sucked, but that Sam's was
the first dick to pierce his ass.  "I'm glad it was you.  I'll buy your
book and think of this afternoon every time I look at your pictures," he
says.



Jim, Christian, and Vernon still visit Mike's Place occasionally, the
redneck bar where Jim and the others first cemented their friendship.  It
is May.  They are at a corner table, as the place is filling with
construction workers, landscapers, and other assorted hard hats.

"I can't believe that Win is finishing his freshman year in college," Jim
says.

"I can't believe that we've all been fuck buddies for....what is it?
Fourteen years?" Vernon muses.

"No, fifteen," Christian says.  "It was my first year at Sparta."  Then he
says, "Damn!  That means it's been eleven years since Sam's graduation!  We
should have had a reunion party for him last June."

"Well let's do something this year," Jim says.  "Eleven is better than ten.
And for sure our friendships would've never been this thick if it wasn't
for him."

"Let's do it," both the others said.