Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 03:30:17 +0000
From: Jacob Latson <jacob_latson@hotmail.com>
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.

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