Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2009 13:21:51 +0000
From: Jacob Latson <jacob_latson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Agony & Ecstasy Chapter 15

Disclaimer:

This story will describe the life of John Miller from his time as
a man who has been devastated by divorce and 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.

I hope that all of my readers realize that my story is about to get
more intense.  My editor, Bill, told me that he likes my story and has
encouraged me to keep writing.  Thanks to Bill for his editing and
positive comments.

This is one of my favorite chapters!!!  I hope you like it too!!


Agony & Ecstasy

Chapter 15

New Challenges

John woke up the next morning and looked at the handsome man sleeping next
to him.  Mike Mahon was beautiful and was everything that John had dreamed
about in a lover.  He looked at the sculpted body of his new lover and
wanted to suck Mike's nipples raw.  Mike's cock was flaccid, but it was
still a very impressive package to look at.  The blonde treasure trail
started at Mike's navel and went down to join the patch of golden blonde
hairs above the thick cock.  John was determined to measure the length and
girth of Mike's manhood when it was fully hard, but right now his bladder
needed relief.  He extricated his body from the embrace of his lover and
wasn't surprised when Mike woke up.

"Can't we stay in bed and suck some more?" Mike asked.

"We both need to shower and get to work," John said with a smile.  "Tonight
we can suck and fuck, but right now I need to take a leak or I'll flood the
bed!"

Mike laughed and joined John in the bathroom.  They both drained their
bladders and got in the shower together.  Mike was much younger than John,
and dove down to suck John to a morning orgasm.  John returned the favor,
but the hot water ran out before Mike flooded his mouth with fresh cum.

JESUS!" Mike exclaimed when his orgasm was followed by ice-cold water.
"You'd better buy a new water heater!  My balls are going to freeze off!"

John dried off and savored the flavor of Mike's cum that was still fresh in
his mouth.  He decided to call the house next door where he knew that his
bodyguards were waiting for him, and asked Lindsey to spend the day taking
Mike to the mall and tailor shop to buy new clothes.  He talked to Derek
and said that he had to make a quick stop at the farm before heading to the
office.

John and Mike shared a quick breakfast of fruit, cereal and yogurt before
leaving the house.  Mike decided to give his old car to a friend in need
from the Cocaine Anonymous meetings, and was pleased when John agreed with
his decision.  They kissed and talked excitedly about their plans for more
sex in the evening.

"I'm going to have supper with two very special ladies tonight," John
began.  "Aunt Betty and Aunt Martha are the wonderful old ladies who
brought me into my new career, and I want you to meet them.  I'll call them
and ask if you can join us for drinks and supper tonight, and then we can
come back here and swap sperm!"

"I want some sperm up my ass tonight!" Mike laughed.  "I can't wait to feel
you blow your load inside my ass!"

"You'll get your wish if I'm not too drunk after visiting my two aunts,"
John laughed.  "They love an excuse to drink booze and their home is
something else!"

"I'd love to meet them," Mike admitted.  "Mrs. Baxter told me a little
about them and they sound like some wild ladies!"

"Fate put me in the right place to meet them, and I'm going to make sure
that I take care of the company that their father started," John promised.
"I hope that you don't get upset, but I carry a Beretta when I leave my
home."

"You're a rich man now, but I can tell that success hasn't changed you,"
Mike said.  "Rich people are always targets for shitheads, and I'll kill
anyone who tries to hurt you!"

"When you get the time, go to the headquarters and get a cell phone and an
American Express Card," John suggested.  "Helen will help you get settled
and I want to be able to stay in touch with you during the day.  All of
your living expenses will be covered by the company and you shouldn't have
to spend a cent of your salary.  Have you ever considered getting a license
to carry a weapon?  I want you to be safe."

"My record's clean, but I've never carried a gun," Mike admitted.  "I'll do
anything to help keep you safe."

John left his home after kissing Mike goodbye and headed for the farmhouse.
He went inside and packed the rest of the money into the storage boxes and
kept $20,000 in $100 bills in the pockets of his suit.  He had lost count
of how much money he had packed in the boxes, but guessed that it was over
$50 million.  He had a plan for how to get the money out of the house and
into Michael Costanza's hands, and wanted to make sure that the transfer
was handled secretly.  John returned the Escalade to his home and drove the
Ferrari to the headquarters building with Derek Kaufman riding along.  John
still wasn't comfortable with having a bodyguard with him, but knew that
his life would be in more danger when he made the organizational changes in
the future.

When John arrived at the NAO Headquarters, Helen was waiting for him.  He
decided to talk to Helen in his office about the changes he wanted to make.

"Helen, you're spending too much time here at work," John said.  He offered
Helen a cup of coffee and asked her to sit down in the lounge area of his
office to talk.  "I know that you have a husband and son at home, and you
need to spend more time with them.  You're doing a great job at finding key
people for me, but you need to get some assistants to relieve some of your
workload."

"I know what you mean," Helen said.  "Sometimes my husband doesn't
understand why I need to be here on Saturdays, but I'm the major
breadwinner in the family and I try to explain that to him."

"Some men would feel threatened when their wife earns more than they do,"
John said.  "I want you to do something for me and your family.  I want you
to hire some assistants to help you with your responsibilities so you don't
spend more than 40 hours a week at work.  Actually, I want you to cut back
to 32 hours a week.  Families are much more important than the
responsibilities at work.  You need to be a wife and mother!"

"I have some people in mind but I don't think that Glen and Jacob will let
them go," Helen said.

John knew that Glen Young, Personnel Director, and Jacob Coleman, Financial
Manager, were two men on his "shit list" and decided to make an executive
decision.

"Here's what I want to do," John began.  "I know that you're making
$250,000 a year right now, and I'm doubling your salary with the
understanding that you cut back to 40 hours a week and then to 32.  Tell me
who you want for your new assistants, and I'll sign the memo that you
create for me to transfer the new people to your control.  Glen and Jacob
can bitch, but I'm convinced that you need help to handle your
responsibilities.  Do we have a deal?"

Helen had tears flowing down her face when she realized that John was
serious about the fantastic increase in her compensation.  She tried to
convince John Miller that she was already paid higher than she had ever
dreamed, but accepted her raise with a warm hug and continual thanks.  Her
husband and son would be ecstatic when they heard about her raise in pay!
She agreed to John's proposal for her to cut back to 32 hours a week and
dreamed of taking a vacation with her husband and son.

John sat in his office and looked at the documents on his desk and read his
emails.  Christina wanted to talk to him and Ken Kallen, owner of Prestige
Painting had called and would be available at any time to discuss the
painting contract.  He had a lunch date with Bobby Goldman and was excited
about seeing his close friend again.

Christina was excited to talk to John Miller and hoped that he would like
her proposals for improving the image of the Sea & Jungle Imports business.

John listened to Christina's description of the activities that Ben Shaw,
Public Relations Administrator, had in place.  He looked at Christina and
pictured her nude or wearing a skimpy bikini, and lost track of what she
was saying to him.  He apologized and asked her to repeat what she had just
said.

"Our main customers are affluent white people, but most of our advertising
budget goes to black media," Christina repeated.  "We support black
colleges and organizations, but give nothing back to the communities where
our stores operate."

"What do you propose?" John asked.

"I suggest that we start with our associates," Christina said.  "For the
past five years, wages have been frozen or cut along with health care
benefits.  We're making a huge profit from the NAO facilities and morale's
low.  I suggest that we review the compensation package and improve the
health care benefits for all associates."

"I agree!" John said.  "Last year, NAO had a profit of 1.2 billion dollars
and if we followed the guidelines for most churches, we'd donate at least
100 million dollars to charitable organizations and have the best
compensation and benefit package of any company in the world."

"I know that you volunteered at some local soup kitchens and homeless
shelters, and we could donate money and encourage our associates to
volunteer to help the less fortunate," Christina suggested.  "How does that
sound?"

"It sounds great to me!" John exclaimed.  "We have 75 stores in North
America, and in every city that we have a store, there are people in need.
I don't want to donate money to mayors like we have here in Detroit.
Kwamme Washington's a crook, and he put his friends and relatives in high
paying positions in the city government.  The same problems exist in
Washington D.C., Atlanta and New Orleans, and probably in many of our
target cities."

"Let me develop some proposals for your review to take care of our
associates and give back to the communities," Christina said.

"You're going to need some help," John said.  "Talk to Helen and see if she
has any recommendations of people who work here.  If we have to hire new
people, I want you to interview them.  By the way, how's Ben Shaw treating
you?"

"He makes it clear that he doesn't like me and seems pissed when I ask any
questions," Christina admitted.  "I'm invading his turf, and he ordered his
people to show everything to him before I can see it.  Don't worry about
Ben Shaw, I can handle him!"

John was pissed that Ben Shaw was holding back information from Christina,
and he wondered how much longer he should wait before getting rid of some
dead wood in the organization.

"Let me know when you need my help," John suggested.  "Work with Karla
Edwards in Personnel and Latisha Woods in our Financial Department to
develop your plans and swear them to secrecy.  Keep Helen in the loop and
let me know if you hit any roadblocks."

Christina left the office; delighted that John Miller had approved her
ideas for improving the image of the company.  She was very attracted to
her boss, and wondered if she'd ever share intimacy with the handsome man.
"Bi-sexuality doubles your chances for a date," She thought.

John answered his phone and was pleased that Ken Kallen, owner of Prestige
Painting had arrived for their appointment.  He welcomed the man into his
office and offered his guest a cup of coffee before they sat in the lounge
area to talk.

"I'm excited about the opportunity to bid on your painting project," Ken
said to John.  "In the past I wasn't allowed to bid and this is a great
opportunity for my company.  With the recession here in Michigan, business
has dropped off drastically."

"I'm suggesting a T & M (Time & Material) contract," John said to Ken.
"This building needs a complete painting on all floors and I want two coats
of Sherwin Williams flat enamel paint.  It's my understanding that Taylor
Paint and Wallpaper just landed a distributorship with Sherwin Williams,
and I want you to quote the paint from my friend, Jim Taylor."

"Jim's been trying to get me to sign up with him and this will make it
happen," Ken replied.  "How do you know Jim Taylor?"

"Actually, I worked for him at his store before I got this job," John
admitted.  "He's a wonderful person and I want you to buy all of your
supplies from him.  This company owns several other office buildings in
Michigan, along with some private homes and apartment buildings.  If you do
the job that you've done in the past, we'll have a long- term relationship.
How does that sound?"

"It sounds wonderful!" Ken admitted.  "I'll spend some time here with my
estimator and submit a bid within a week.  Who will be my contact here?"

"Walter Kramer's our Building Maintenance Manager, but he might not be very
cooperative," John said.  "Walter wanted this job to go to his friends at
Wilson Painting, but the quality of their work was terrible.  Hector Lopez
is Walter's assistant, and Hector seems to be a person we can trust.  I'll
send out an email to designate Hector as your contact person."

"Thanks," Ken said.  "I know the owner of Wilson Painting, and he hires
inexperienced workers at minimum wage for his jobs.  We use union workers
from Local 599 and demand quality work."

"That's what I'm counting on," John said.  "Thanks for coming in today to
talk to me, and I'll be expecting your bid next week."

John sat at his desk and created the email that he knew would infuriate
Walter Kramer.  Before he sent out the email, he asked Helen about his
choice of Hector Lopez to work with Prestige Painting.

Helen liked having John involve her in these important decisions.  James
Stanton rarely asked her opinion and John was a breath of fresh air for her
in her responsibilities.  She had called her husband to give him the
wonderful news about her raise in pay, and couldn't wait to celebrate with
her husband and son that evening.

"Hector's a wonderful person, and he's the one that I go to when I need
something done in maintenance," Helen said to John.  "You really do have a
knack for finding the best people in our company!"

John sent out the email and looked at his battered Timex watch.  He
realized that the watch had paint splatters from his work at Taylor Paint &
Wallpaper, and decided to buy a new watch when he had time.  He had two
hours before he was supposed to pick up Bobby for their lunch meeting and
decided to drive to the home that James Stanton had lived in when he was in
Detroit.  The home was in Bloomfield Hills, and John knew that everything
inside the home was now his.  He knew that a cleaning company was taking
care of the home; along with the second home that James had purchased right
before his death.  "Murdered!" John thought.  "James didn't die by
accident, he was murdered!"  John knew that he was making enemies with his
executive decisions, but steeled himself to continue doing what Aunt Betty
and Aunt Martha expected of him.

When John arrived at the huge mansion on Carriage Hill Boulevard, he was
impressed.  The winding driveway led up to a circular drive around a large
fountain that spewed water into the air.  The landscaping was perfect, with
flowering shrubs and a luxuriously maintained lawn.  He asked Derek to wait
outside for him and disarmed the security system to walk inside.

The view inside the huge mansion defied description.  The marble foyer was
larger than John's entire home on Peninsular Drive, with a winding
staircase leading to the upper level of the home.  He walked into the
living room and stood on thick carpet that must have cost a fortune to buy.
It was obvious that Marcel had worked his magic in decorating the entire
home with things that James Stanton had loved.  Original oil paintings
decorated the walls, with luxury items tastefully used to make the home
come alive with opulence.  Ming vases, Waterford crystal, Tiffany lamps and
solid gold statues were everywhere!  He toured the entire home and marveled
at the combination bar and recreation room where the walls were decorated
with exotic animal mounts along with several mounted fish.  The largest
mount in the room was a great white shark, complete with the razor sharp
teeth and crushing jaws.  The recreation room had two pool tables, an air
hockey table and several video games that would entertain any child in the
world.  The bar was made out of bamboo, with a huge aquarium built into the
base of the bar.  Crystal glasses hung from the shelves and the stainless
steel coolers were filled with different brands of beer from all over the
world.  Another cooler was devoted to vintage wines and champagne, and the
storage room behind the bar had cases of every brand of scotch, bourbon,
whiskey and special liqueurs in the world.

John walked into the formal dining room and saw the most beautiful wood
table that he had ever seen!  The table could seat at least 50 people and
was made of a mixture of exotic woods that included teak, black walnut, and
many types of wood that John couldn't identify.  The top of the huge table
was inlaid with different types of wood in a large scarab design that must
have taken months to create.  The tabletop glistened with a high gloss
finish that was tastefully set off by an oval Irish linen tablecloth in the
center of the table.  A Waterford crystal vase that was over four feet tall
and nearly two feet in diameter was filled with beautiful fresh flowers,
and John realized that James Stanton's home looked like he was still living
there.  He looked up at the ceiling and guessed that it was at least 25
feet high.  Metal panels covered the ceiling and it looked like the entire
ceiling was covered in gold leaf.  Hanging over the majestic table was a
Tiffany chandelier that had to be at least 20 feet in diameter and eight
feet tall.  John was overwhelmed by the elegance of the mansion, and pulled
out one of the dining room chairs to sit down and catch his breath.  Even
the dining room chairs were inlaid with exotic woods, and probably cost a
small fortune to make.

John walked up the winding staircase and found the master bedroom.  He was
getting numb from viewing the opulence of the home, and every room shocked
him with more evidence of unbelievable wealth.  On the dresser in the
master bedroom, he found a collection of watches that he had never seen or
heard of.  He found a Rolex Submariner, a Patek Philippe, a Rolex Oyster, a
Panerai, a Cartier, and too many other brands to list.  He felt like he was
invading the private domain of James Stanton, but also knew that the home
and contents were now his to use and enjoy.  He decided to take the Rolex
Oyster watch and left his Timex on the dresser.  "Thanks, James for sharing
your wealth with me," John said out loud.  "I promise to take care of your
company and make it prosper."

John saw a collection of gold jewelry and selected a heavy gold tennis
bracelet to wear along with a gold and platinum pinky ring with what looked
like a five-carat diamond in the center.  The jewelry would go perfectly
with his expensive suits, and he selected a watch and tennis bracelet for
Mike Mahon to wear.  He knew that Helen had inventoried the entire home for
insurance purposes and realized that the cleaning company must be very
reliable to resist the temptations to steal anything from the home.  He
looked at his new watch and realized that he would have to leave soon, so
he decided to finish the tour on another day.  He remembered that there was
a locked room in the basement, and decided to take a quick look before
driving to pick up Bobby.

When he opened the heavy steel door and turned on the light, he found what
looked like an arsenal of weapons!  The walls were lined with racks of
antique rifles and shotguns, with glass cases of dueling pistols, revolvers
and semi-automatic handguns.  John realized that the collection was worth
millions of dollars, and reflected on the guns that Aunt Betty and Aunt
Martha had showed him in their home.  Their collection was nothing in
comparison to what was contained in the basement of his new home!  John
found another steel door and used the code to unlock the door.  Inside he
found a huge collection of military weapons and some of them were types
that he couldn't identify.  He saw Russian made AK47 automatic rifles, Uzi
submachine guns, laser sights, body armor, night vision equipment and
everything needed to outfit an army!  In the center of the room was a
weapon that John had never seen.  It was a buzz box, a type of Gattling gun
that he had seen on military helicopters in a program on the Discovery
Channel.  He remembered the television program that showed the buzz box in
use, and couldn't believe that James Stanton had owned what must be an
illegal weapon capable of firing over 200 rounds a second.  Cases of
ammunition filled the room, along with unopened cases of Beretta, Walther,
Smith & Wesson, and Colt handguns.  He knew that it was illegal for him to
possess the military weapons, and didn't know what to do to do to get rid
of what could land him in prison.  He locked up the rooms in the basement
and left for the luncheon date with Bobby.  His mind was still reeling from
the home on Carriage Hill Boulevard and the furnishings, but his main
concern was the extensive gun collection in the basement.

John used his cell phone to call Bobby in the office building and waited
for his friend to come outside.  The look on Bobby's face was priceless
when he saw John driving the bright red Ferrari Testarossa!

"JESUS CHRIST!  WHERE DID YOU GET THIS CAR?" Bobby exclaimed.

"Would you believe that I stole it?" John teased.  "Get inside so we can go
talk business."

"I'm not getting inside this car until you tell me the truth!" Bobby
insisted.  "If you stole it, I'm going back inside my office and won't
speak to you again!"

"Relax, Bobby, I own this car," John said.  He reached into the console and
handed Bobby the registration for the car.

Bobby looked at the registration and believed that it was genuine.  He
still wanted to know how John had obtained the powerful car that he could
only dream of owning.  He got inside the car and looked at his best friend
and started recognizing the wealth that John's clothing displayed.

"Before we go anywhere, you'd better come clean with me!" Bobby insisted.
"The last time that I saw you, you were wearing paint splattered jeans and
driving a beat up Chevy pickup truck.  That suit must have cost thousands
of dollars!  Please don't tell me that you're dealing drugs!  Fuck!  That's
a Rolex Oyster watch!  That pinky ring looks real and must be worth a
million dollars!"

"I have a new job that pays me a lot of money, but it's nothing illegal,"
John laughed.  "Trust me!  We've been buds for years and you know that I'd
never break the law!"

John fired up the powerful muscle car and drove Bobby into Bloomfield Hills
and showed him the outside of his new home.  He then drove to the address
of the home that James Stanton had bought just before he had died, and
asked Bobby what he thought of the mansion.

"I still don't understand what you're up to," Bobby said.  "I'm about to
throw up from fear that you're into something that I can't get you out of.
You're my best friend and Godfather to my son Justin, and I'm afraid of you
for the first time in my life!"

"What do you think about the house?" John asked.  "Would you like to go
inside?"

"Some day I'll own a home in Bloomfield Hills, but I'd have to hit the
lottery or represent the litigants in the tobacco lawsuits to make that
happen," Bobby admitted.  "Right now, I'm afraid that I'll throw up from
fear of what you're into."

"Let's go have lunch so we can talk business," John said.  "I know a place
that serves a nice salad."

When John drove up to the front door of the Hidden Harbor Yacht Club and
stopped at the valet parking area, Bobby went crazy again.

"We can't go in there!" Bobby exclaimed.  "It's a Members Only club that
Poppa Abe would kill to join."

"Stick with me baby, and you'll be wearing diamonds by morning!" John
teased.  He got out of the car and tossed the keys to a handsome young teen
that he recognized from his previous times at the club.

"Nice wheels, Mr. Miller!" Austin Wright said after catching the keys.  He
was excited that he would be allowed to park the exotic car, and would brag
to his buddies.

"Don't scratch my baby!" John teased.  He looked at the handsome teen
wearing white shorts and a club T-shirt and knew that Austin would take
good care of his car.

"Come on inside so we can talk business," John said to a dumbfounded Bobby
Goldman.  John loved every minute of the shocked looks on Bobby's face, and
wanted to savor the moments.  He was finally going to have a way to repay
Bobby for his friendship and expertise in handling his divorce.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Miller," Wendy said when she met John at the entrance
to the restaurant after the two men had signed in at the security desk.
"Will anyone else be joining you today?"

"Just two of us, and we'd like to sit next to the windows so we can enjoy
the view of the pool and harbor and be alone to talk business," John
replied.

John saw that Bobby's eyes were filling with tears and decided that it was
time to calm his friend down.  "Relax, Bobby," John began.  "You look like
you've just seen a ghost!"

"What have you gotten yourself into?" Bobby demanded.  "I've got to know,
and don't bullshit me!"

"I have a new job," John said.  "If I imagined the best job in the world, I
couldn't think of anything except maybe being a Saudi prince that would
equal what I have now.  Here's my business card!"

"JESUS CHRIST!" Bobby exclaimed when he saw the business card that
identified John Miller as the President and Chief Executive Officer of the
Sea & Jungle Imports, Ltd.  Business.  "Is this for real?"

John gave Bobby a condensed version of how he had met Betty Anderson and
Martha Jenkins and how he had been put in charge of their family business.

"I took the liberty of having the bartender make two Miller Manhattans for
you," Wendy said.  "Please let me know when you're ready to order your
meals.  The special for today is the Alaskan king crab salad, and it's
wonderful!"

Bobby took a big drink of the Manhattan and recognized his favorite recipe
that he had learned from John.  His mind was reeling from what John was
telling him about the fantastic changes in his financial status, and he was
excited for his friend.

"I always knew that you deserved better than working for Chrysler!" Bobby
sobbed.  He wiped away his tears of joy and congratulated John on his new
job.  He couldn't wait to tell his wife, Mary, about John's wonderful news.

"How much money did you make last year?" John asked.

Bobby was shocked at John's question, but decided to be honest.  "According
to the IRS, I made about $325,000," Bobby replied coyly.

"Do you know L. Kenton Bradford, lead attorney for S&JI, Ltd.?" John asked.

"He's a close friend of Poppa Abe's," Bobby answered.

"Kenton's ready to retire in about six months, and I'm offering you his
job," John began.  "The starting salary is $750,000 and the compensation
package includes full health care, a company car of your choice, and that
home we drove past a few minutes ago.  I know that you want to expand your
legal team and move into a different office building, and I know the
perfect place for you to move into.  Have you ever seen the NAO
Headquarters of S & J?"

"Wait a minute!" Bobby said while trying to understand what John was
offering him.  "Are you serious about what you just offered?"

"I'm as serious as a heart attack!" John replied.  "World Wide Investments
owns that home and you can draw up the paperwork to lease it for the next
100 years at a dollar a year!  I'm going to make some serious
organizational changes at the NAO Headquarters, and I'm betting that you
and your collection of `bottom feeding scum suckers' will be very busy
cleaning up my messes."

Bobby laughed at John's joke about his legal profession.  He knew that
attorneys were the brunt of constant jokes about feeding like sharks on
unfortunate people, but he and his father had always been honest and
professional.  He thought about the fantastic job offer and quickly
accepted the job.

"My dad's only working about two days a week now that he's retired, but I'm
wondering if you have room for him too," Bobby said.

"Poppa Abe's like a father to me, and of course he's included," John
replied.  "Most of Mr. Bradford's legal team wants to retire when he does,
so you'll be busy getting up to speed on their pending lawsuits.  Of
course, you can take outside clients too.  The legal department will be
yours to run."

John and Bobby enjoyed the lunch special and talked about getting Mary
involved in renovating her new home.  Prestige Painting would paint the
interior and exterior of the home and Mary could pick out new carpeting and
any furniture that she desired.  John offered the services of his interior
decorating wizard, Marcel and his partner, William, and Bobby was excited.

"Why haven't I seen anything in the news about your new job?" Bobby asked.

"We're waiting for the right time to make the announcement," John replied.
"Do you remember Christina, the Sports Illustrated swimsuit model?"  He saw
Bobby nod and listened to his friend describe his lust for the awesome
blonde with the killer body.

John smiled and said, "I hired Christina as my Public Relations Advisor,
and she's planning a three day cruise in the Caribbean on board the Sea &
Jungle IV with the media to announce my new job.  Of course, you'll be
included!"

"My God, have you banged her yet?" Bobby joked.  He knew that his friend
would maintain a very professional relationship with the super model, and
couldn't wait to drool over her body.

"Any man would have to eat her for about a month before soiling her camel
toe with male fluids," John teased.  "I have to admit that I lose track of
what she and I talk about when she crosses her legs or leans over to show
me a flash of her incredible rack of tits!"

Bobby laughed and agreed that Christina was drop dead gorgeous, and was
surprised to hear about her college education.  He promised to keep John's
new job a secret, and thought about John's former wife.

"Margaret will shit when she learns how much money you have," Bobby said.

"Can she try to get alimony from me?" John asked.

"Her ass was fried when the divorce was final before you ever met your two
aunts," Bobby said.  "She might try to sue you, but I'm your attorney and
I'll handle it.  You might be able to buy her off to avoid the publicity."

"I'll spend millions to tie her up in court before I'll give her a cent!"
John said emphatically.  "Do you know that Margaret and her two sisters
have been hassling Johnny?"

"I can take care of that immediately!" Bobby promised.  "Margaret has no
legal standing with your son after she formally disowned him.  I'll get a
PPO (Personal Protection Order) to keep them away from your family!"

John and Bobby enjoyed their luncheon then drove to the NAO Headquarters
with Derek following in an Escalade with Lindsey.  The two bodyguards
walked into the lobby with Bobby and John and then let the two men walk
alone through the jungle.

"This is incredible!" Bobby said.  "I never dreamed it would be so
wonderful!  My dad's been here before, but he never told me anything about
your lobby!"

"It's OUR lobby now!" John said.  "Let's go upstairs so you can meet Helen
Baxter.  She's my executive assistant, and she's the one who really runs
the show."

Helen was excited to meet Bobby Goldman, especially after John told her
that Bobby would be the new Legal Department Manager.  Helen called
L. Kenton Bradford, lead attorney for S&JI, Ltd., and asked him to go to
John Miller's office.

When Kenton walked into John's office he was surprised to see Bobby Goldman
there, but quickly gave Bobby a hug.  "Your father's supposed to go golfing
with me this afternoon," Kenton said.

"Can I assume from your hug that you like my friend?" John asked Kenton.

"Abe and Bobby Goldman are the best attorneys in the State!" Kenton
replied.

"Then you won't be upset when I tell you that I hired Bobby to take over
your responsibilities when you retire," John said.

"Excellent choice!" Kenton replied enthusiastically.  "Are you bringing
your entire staff along with you?"

"Bobby has my complete confidence to bring his staff with him or hire new
people," John said.  "Papa Abe might join us too!"

Bobby left with Kenton and wanted to meet everyone in the legal department.

"You picked another winner!" Helen said.

"Are you upset that I didn't get your opinion first?" John asked.  "Abe and
Bobby have done wonderful things for me, and I'm confident that they will
protect our interests."

"I haven't had the courtroom experiences that you have, so I'm not upset at
all," Helen said.  "By the way, Mike Mahon's been here since about 11
a.m. and all of the women and some of the men seem very interested in him.
He's a handsome stud!"

John laughed and agreed that Mike was a very handsome young man.  He had
his own plans for the handsome man that evening, and decided to call his
aunts to see if Mike could join them for supper.  His two aunts were
excited about meeting Mike, so everything was set for the evening meal.

John pulled out the business card for Michael Costanza and called his new
business partner.  He was pleased when Michael answered the call and asked,
"Do you have the packages ready for pickup?"

"Everything's packed and ready, but I'm concerned about wandering eyes,"
John said carefully.

"Would a rescue mission truck be appropriate?" Michael asked.

John thought for a minute and then replied, "My old farmhouse is full of
old furniture that I'd like to get rid of.  If two trucks came and one was
at the front door to take away the furnishings, a second truck could go
around back and load the boxes.  Would that be possible?"

"That's a great idea!" Michael replied.  "When can we do this?"

"How about Friday morning around 10?" John asked.

"Perfect!" Michael said.  "Can I assume that this is the same farm that we
visited before?"

"Yes, but no one needs to go in the pole barn," John said.  "I have a young
friend who'll be there to open the doors and let your people in."

"Thanks for your business," Michael said before he ended the call.

John was anxious to have the money out of the farmhouse and was relying on
Mike to make it happen without knowing what was inside the boxes.  He
wanted everything handled before he left for his hunting trip in New
Zealand with another important customer.  He had a busy weekend planned
with house hunting with Johnny and Kirsty on Saturday, and a cookout on
Sunday at the Jeffries' cottage.  He was looking forward to next Wednesday
when he would leave on the hunting trip, but still wanted to see more of
the two homes in Bloomfield Hills and take care of some loose ends with
Philippe.

The evening with Aunt Betty and Aunt Martha was wonderful!  The two elderly
ladies gushed over Mike Mahon and stuffed him with their fried chicken
supper.  John was very honest with his two aunts because between the three
of them, they owned all 100 shares of the company stock.

"Here's what I think is going on in our company," John began.  "Some of our
NAO managers are trying to run a scam to move the Headquarters to Chicago
and build five new stores.  I have a private detective doing some research,
and the managers, their families and friends are buying the target
properties with loans from World Wide Investments.  They plan to sell the
properties to our company at highly inflated prices so they can make a
fortune."

"I bet that Glen Young and Jacob Coleman are involved," Betty said.  "Jimmy
never really trusted them, but they seemed to have something on our nephew,
so Jimmy never fired them."

"You're very astute!" John said.  "I fired William Tennant, our former
Chief of Security and got rid of all of his worthless guards.  They had
bugged my cell phone and office and disconnected some of the security
cameras on the loading docks for some reason.  Blackhawk Security's for
sale, and I'm very impressed with the owner and his team of security
officers.  He wants $25 million for the business, and the owner's filling
in as the Chief of Security until I can find someone qualified to take
over."

"Blackhawk Security's a great company," Martha said.  "Our personal
attorney, Thomas Kendrick, did some checking on them after we heard you
hired them, and Thomas said you made a great choice."

Both John and Mike were impressed with the two ladies.  Even though they
were in their 80's, they had sharp minds and knew how to make important
decisions after gathering facts.

"If you're asking for my vote, I say `Yes' to Blackhawk Security," Martha
said.

"I agree," Betty added.

"Thanks for your votes of confidence," John said.  "I've started making a
`shit list' of people who need to be watched closely, and right now, these
are the people on the list."

John told Aunt Betty and Aunt Martha whom he had on his list, and they both
agreed that he was on the right path to cleaning up the company.  The two
ladies were thrilled that John was confiding in them, and they promised to
keep the information to themselves.

On the way home, John and Mike talked about the evening with the two
wonderful ladies.

"When you invited me to have supper with them, I never expected to be
included in a stockholders' meeting," Mike admitted.  "I just started
working for you, and I'm shocked that you would trust me enough to include
me."

"It's not like I don't know you Mike," John began.  "You're my travel
assistant, and you'd better get used to being included in some very private
matters.  I have to trust you, and I need you to trust me too."

"You rescued me, and I'll kill for you if it's necessary!" Mike promised.

"I'll never ask you to do anything that I wouldn't do myself," John
promised.  "By the way, how did things go with Henri's Tailor Shop and your
trip to the mall?  Did you buy some nice clothes?"

"I spent a small fortune!" Mike admitted.  "At first, Henri shocked me when
he showed me the first Armani suit, but he insisted that I have a wardrobe
to match yours.  He wants me to come back in about two months when he has
the fall and winter suits in stock.  Are you sure that you don't mind what
I'm spending?"

"My travel assistant will be with me wherever I go, and I want the world to
see how handsome you are and how beautifully you're dressed," John replied.
"I noticed that you didn't drink any alcohol tonight.  You could have and I
would have asked Derek to drive this beast back to our home."

"I wanted to be the `designated driver' so I could finally drive this
Ferrari," Mike admitted.  He was loving every second of the drive home, and
wondered if John would let him take the car alone."

"We'll go to the farm soon so you can see the rest of my collection," John
said with a smile.  He knew that all men loved muscle cars, and he planned
on spoiling Michael Mahon.

When they got home, Derek and Lindsey left for the night, with the other
security guards in the rented house taking over for them.  It was time for
John and Mike to spend some private time in the family room after they both
showered.

"Are you still interested in some male bonding?" Mike asked when he walked
into the family room wearing a terry cloth bathrobe.

"That depends on what you're hiding behind that bathrobe," John teased.

Mike opened the bathrobe and revealed his erect cock that was nestled under
the patch of blonde pubic hairs.

"You did some trimming!" John said when he saw the huge boner and the
smaller patch of blonde hairs.

"I tried to shave my ass, but I can't see where the sun doesn't shine,"
Mike joked.

"How about we shave each other and rub in some baby oil," John suggested.
"Then we can see if we want to take things further!"

Mike and John went into the master bathroom and busied themselves with the
trimming and shaving of their intimate areas.  When they walked into John's
bedroom, Mike was horny and jumped on the bed and raised his legs in the
air to expose his newly shaved hole.  Instead of getting a coating of baby
oil, his hole was spread open and fingered.

John had dreamed of this night, and wanted it to be special for Mike.  He
leaned down and started rimming Mike's pink hole.  He pried apart Mike's
ass cheeks and drove his tongue inside the hole that opened up.  He savored
the flavor of Mike's ass and licked and sucked until Mike screamed for him
to shove his cock in the hungry hole.

John grabbed the tube of lubricant and coated his throbbing cock before
ramming it inside his young lover.  He had planned on going easy, but
Mike's long legs wrapped around his waist and pulled his body forward until
the entire length of his cock was buried to the hilt!

Mike moaned in ecstasy when he felt John's pubic hairs mash against the
cheeks of his ass, and he urged John to fuck him hard and fast.  It had
been years since John had fucked him, but the old feelings of love came
pouring out.  He pulled John's face down so they could share a passionate
kiss while he flexed his muscles to grip and then relax around the shaft of
love.

John was in heaven!  His throbbing cock was being sucked in and out of
Mike's ass, and he couldn't believe the muscle control of his lover.  He
wanted the fuck to last a long time, but the grip and heat of Mike's ass
made that impossible.  In less than five minutes, John's cock erupted and
flooded Mike's rectum with his man cream.

Mike loved being fucked, and savored the feeling of the hot cum that was
flooding the inside of his body.  He pulled John's face down for another
passionate kiss and waited for his lover's orgasm to finish.  When John
stopped his thrusts, Mike flexed his ass muscles to suck the last drops of
cum out of John's impressive meat.

"You're going to have to teach me how to do that!" John said when he
regained control of his emotions.  He felt his softening cock slide out of
Mike's ass, so he rolled off from Mike and hugged his young friend.

Mike wanted to lick and suck John's cock clean, but was surprised when John
moved them into the 69 position.  He moaned when he felt John's tongue lick
under his freshly shaved balls and then circle his stretched hole.  When
John started sucking his hole, Mike swallowed John's semi-erect cock to
lick and suck it clean.

John licked and sucked on Mike's hole and drew out his own load of male
elixir.  He swallowed the mixture of juices and knew that he and Mike were
repeating history.  When Mike was a teenager, John had loved to fuck and
felch the handsome boy, and the memories came rushing back.  He continued
eating Mike's ass until they were both ready for the next event.

"It's your turn to fuck me!" John said.  He pushed Mike off of his chest
and got ready for the largest cock that had ever been inside his ass.

Mike knew that his cock was huge and that it would take some time before
John was used to having his hole stretched to the limit.  There were times
when Mike wished that he had a smaller cock, especially when he was
claiming the virginity of a boy or willing man, but life had given him a
monster.  He coated his hard shaft and popped the head inside John's tight
hole.  He waited for John to adjust to the pressure and pain, and then slid
his cock slowly inside until his blonde pubes crushed against the cheeks of
John's ass.

"Jesus, you've split me open!" John exclaimed.  He tried to relax his ass
muscles, but the pressure and pain was more than he had ever experienced.
He moaned when Mike made the invading member flex, hoping that he wasn't
bleeding.  It felt like he had a telephone pole shoved up his ass, and that
made him wonder if he would be able to walk when the fuck was finished.

Mike leaned down and kissed John while waiting for his adult partner to
adjust to the invasion.  When he sensed John's ass relaxing, he started
moving his cock in and out with short, slow strokes.

Every fiber of John's mind was focused on the tremendous utility pole
buried in his ass, and he moaned at every tiny movement.

Mike was very patient, and when he sensed that John was ready, he started
fucking John's ass harder and faster.

The room was filled with the moans of the two lovers.  The slapping of
their bodies and the mixture of aromas unique to ass fucking filled the
room.

Mike lasted nearly ten minutes before he emptied his balls inside John's
stretched ass.  He screamed when he felt the orgasm take control of his
body, and he rammed the cock in and out until he and John were both covered
with sweat.  They collapsed together and basked in the afterglow of perfect
male-to-male sex.

John was wiped out from the intensity of their wild sex; he moaned when
Mike's cock slid out of his ass.  He was so exhausted that he couldn't
move, and felt like he would pass out.

Mike knew that John couldn't take any more stimulation, so he got out of
the bed and went into the bathroom.  He washed his satisfied cock and
returned to the bed with a warm washcloth and fresh towel to clean up his
new lover.

"Am I bleeding?" John asked.  "That's the biggest cock that I've ever had
inside me."

"You're not bleeding, but you're going to have a painful hole and some
bruises," Mike said.  "I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"That was the best fuck of my life!" John admitted.  "There's some
Preparation H in the medicine cabinet.  Can you please apply some to my
love hole?"

Mike went to the bathroom and returned with the special salve.  He gently
coated John's hole inside and outside with the cream, and hoped John would
quickly recover from their lovemaking.

Instead of going to his own bedroom, Mike cuddled next to John and kissed
him goodnight.  They drifted off to sleep, with both of them dreaming of
their first anal sex together in many years.


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