Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2010 02:42:19 -0700
From: Hermes <hermesauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Speedo Boys Chapter 26
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Speedo Boys
Chapter 26 -- Checking Out Trevor
From Last time:
They caressed each others bodies with soapy hands making sure not to miss
any of the largest organs in their lover's body. (Come on, people, I'm
talking about their skin... some of you have really dirty minds!) Neither
was brought to release in the shower. This wasn't a night of sex; it was a
night of love.
Once their shower was completed, they dried each other and walked naked to
the bedroom. Devon put on a blues CD to set the mood. Cole listened for a
moment and said, "This music is perfect, what is it?"
Devon replied, "It's kind of old, but, it's Sade. The name of the song is,
'No Ordinary Love.'" What ensued from that point was an extension of the
love they had for each other. They made love to each other for several
hours as the same song was repeated over and over before falling to a
contented sleep.
Chapter 26 -- Checking out Trevor
At precisely 10:00am, there was a knock on the door. Melissa had taken a
day off work for personal reasons and answered the door. Standing before
her was a man dressed in a rather expensive looking suit. He smiled and
handed her his business card as he said, "Good Morning, my name is Travis
Welch, I believe you are expecting me?"
"Yes, do come in Mr. Welch. I'm Melissa Gilbert, we can go to the living
room where James and Tom are waiting." She then led him to the living
room. Travis introduced himself to the boys.
"Hi, I'm James, and this is my boyfriend, Tom." James said without even a
touch of embarrassment.
Tom shook Travis' hand and asked if he would like a cup of coffee. Travis
thanked him, telling him he drank his coffee black, and Tom retired to the
kitchen to retrieve drinks. When he returned he had a tray with 2 cups of
coffee, one fixed as Melissa liked hers, and two glasses of orange juice.
He handed Melissa her coffee, then Travis, then handed James one of the
glasses of OJ.
Once everyone was seated, Travis asked, "May I see the letter you received,
James?"
James handed him the letter and everyone was silent as he read it. When
he'd finished, Travis turned to James and said, "They obviously want to
keep this out of the media, but $10 Million is really nothing to them.
What did you have in mind? Remember, my function here is to advise and
represent you, not to tell you what to do."
"Well, it's a lot of money, but something one of my friends told me got me
thinking. I think setting up a charity to help with adoptions by gay and
lesbian parents would be a good thing to do. I'd also like to help
homeless gay kids, if I can. Since you are here to advise me, what do you
think I should do?" James asked.
"Well, it's a noble thing to think of others before yourself. I believe
that with the net worth the man who hit you left, it would not be a
surprise to them to have to come up with more. But, I think I can present
this to them in a way that they will absolutely jump at. Let me explain."
Travis continued, "You would receive the full $10 Million they are offering
to you directly. You would then set up a foundation to handle the
charities, and, since I have agreed to do that pro-Bono there would be no
fees other than the filing fees of maybe $300 to worry about. Once the
foundation was set up, I would have them make a donation to the foundation
in the amount of their agreed settlement. That way they could retain the
tax benefits from paying out that money, which they would not get paying it
directly to you."
"How much do you think we should ask for?" Tom asked.
"Well, what you want to do can be rather expensive in that you are
supporting people doing things through the legal system. Most attorneys
charge in excess of $100 per hour and the average adoption can take upwards
of 100 hours. Shelters are very expensive to operate, so, if you plan on
your foundation doing both you will need a sizable amount of money, I'm
thinking about $100 Million in total."
The three in the room other than Travis nearly fainted when he said the
amount. James, clearly shocked, said, "Do you think they will go for that
much? Really?"
Travis laughed and said, "Either they will, or they will counter offer.
That is the intent, to see what they will go for. If they go for the $100
Million without any fuss, then I will feel I failed in that I should have
asked for more. Even though $100 Million is really sufficient for what you
want to do, at least at first."
They discussed it amongst themselves before James had come to a decision.
He told Travis to proceed. Travis produced several documents, and, after
explaining it to them asked James to sign and for his mother to sign below
him. "Since James is 13", Travis started, "he is able to enter into some
kinds of contracts, but one for this much or of this type needs to be
counter-signed by his legal guardian, in other words, you, Melissa, as his
mother."
The documents signed, and counter-signed, Travis told them he'd make
contact with the opposing side that same day. As soon as he had more
information, he'd let them know. He asked James for the letter, which he
promised to return the following day. Having received it, Travis stood,
shook hands with everyone and left.
James looked to Tom, then at his mother. "Mom, when I get this money, I
want you to quit working. You wont need to. You can, if you need
something to do, run the foundation."
-*-
Matt and Michael were sitting at the breakfast table discussing trivial
stuff when Michael became reflective. Matt realized this and, after
allowing him a few minutes to think asked, "Thinking about your uncle?"
"Yeah, I really did enjoy a lot of what he and I did. It showed me what I
was. Him doing what he did that last night of my first visit though seems
wrong. I really hope he's not doing that to other kids."
"Well, if you still want me to, I can call John, my investigator friend."
Matt suggested.
"Yeah,I think we should." Michael said looking down at the table.
Matt grabbed the telephone and called John. "Hi John, it's me, Matt."
"Hi Matt! I'm happy to hear from you. I really want to congratulate you
on adopting Cole, and I hear you have another foster son."
"I do, and that's why I'm calling. Can you come over this morning at some
time? If you can make it about 11:30, I'll fix us lunch." Matt requested.
"Sure. Since I quit working for the county and started my own agency I
seem to have a bit more time on my hands. I sure hope business picks up or
I'm going to have to look into getting another job."
"Well, this will help then. We can talk more about it in a few hours. See
you then." Matt said as he hung up the telephone. He then continued to
Michael, "He'll be here at about 11:30. What do you think, should I grill
us some steaks?"
"Sure, that would be cool... Um..." Michael paused.
"You want me to make sure Cole and Devon stay at his house until this
afternoon so we can discuss this in private with John?" Matt divined what
Michael was worried about.
"You know, it's kinda cool how you can tell what is bothering me before I
tell you. It makes me feel like you really DO care." Michael said.
"Well, it's easy actually since I care more than you can imagine. I'll
make the call." Matt picked up his cell and hit the speed dial for Cole.
Cole and Devon were lounging around in bed just holding one another after
their marathon of cuddling and gentle love the previous night. Cole really
liked the fact that they didn't really have to push for sex. Just being
together was really awesome. His thoughts were interrupted by his cell
ringing. He looked at the caller-id and saw it was Matt. He answered, "Hi
Dad."
Matt chuckled saying, "You know, it'll take me some time to get used to you
calling me Dad. But I do like it. Michael and I had a long talk last
night about 'things'. We're having a meeting with John here this morning
and I would appreciate it if you and Devon would remain at Devon's at least
until 1:30."
"Sure Dad, we can do that. I'm glad he talked to you. I still feel like
shit about screwing up in the car. Please make sure he knows I'm sorry."
"I know he knows how sorry you are, so let's not harp on it. It's done,
and as of this moment, it's forgotten."
Devon was trying to get Cole's attention. Having done so he mouthed for
Cole to send his regards. "Dad, Devon wants me to tell you hi."
"Well, tell him hello back and I trust you guys will behave and we'll see
you at 1:30. I'll have some steaks here you can grill when you get here."
"Okay, Dad. We'll be there, and you don't have to worry. We're probably
not even going to leave the bedroom unless we decide to grab some breakfast
in a few minutes."
"Okay, we'll see you this afternoon. I love you Cole, and tell Devon I
love him too."
"We love you too, Dad. See ya!" Then Cole ended the call.
Michael had overheard the comment about Cole calling Matt 'Dad' and thought
about it. When he finally spoke, he said, "Dad, when the time is right,
were you considering adopting me too?"
Matt smiled at the fact that Michael was trying out the 'dad' title and
said, "If that is your desire, I can see what will be necessary. But we
probably want to get through your court cases first, don't you think?
Speaking of that, I don't want you having to use that Public Defender.
Let's see about getting you a top notch Attorney."
Michael smiled and stood to give Matt a hug. "To be honest, I wasn't
really happy about being placed here at first, but I see now that Cole was
right, you are prolly the best dad a guy could have. I won't say I love
you yet, but, I'm getting there really quick."
"Well," Matt started, "I can say that I truly care about you, Michael, and
not if, but when we resolve your legal issues, I'd be happy to have you as
another son and I am certain Cole will be stoked about having a brother."
They finished their breakfast and went their separate ways for the rest of
the morning. Matt started making preparations for their guest while
Michael went into his room to work on something.
Matt thought about one thing that might be good. He picked up his phone
and dialed. When the other party answered he said, "Hi Tom. I have
something I'd like to discuss with you and James, can you put me on
speaker?"
"Sure." A click was heard before Tom said, "Okay, Matt, you're on speaker
and James, Melissa, and I are here, the attorney is supposed to be here at
10:00."
"Cool, I wanted to know if you guys were still considering that foundation
idea." Matt asked.
"We are, I think." James said. "I guess we need to see what the lawyer
says first though."
"Well, I want you to consider one thing. If you do start this, you will
need the services of a good investigator to check out the people who are
applying for assistance from the foundation. I will ask a favor, if I can.
I have a friend who has just started his own investigations agency and I
would like to tell him that I may have a foundation that would be
interested in using his services from time to time."
"Um, I guess. You have helped us a heck of a lot so I guess we can help
your friend if you want. But it wont be for a while yet." Tom said.
"Fine. I just wanted to give him a light at the end of the tunnel. I can
tell you though, from my experience you might eventually need to hire him
as an exclusive. You will keep him really busy."
"Okay, we'll see what the lawyer says." James said.
They exchanged pleasantries and agreed to talk more after they heard what
was going on with the lawyer.
Meanwhile, Cole and Devon were discussing their visit with the President.
Cole told Devon that he was actually kind of embarrassed by being kissed on
national TV, but, in a way, it was kinda cool too.
The two decided not to get anything to eat, they'd wait for lunch. Instead
they simply resumed their cuddling, content to just be together.
-*-
As the time fast approached for John's arrival, Matt went to Michael's room
to check on him. He found him standing naked in front of his dresser
rummaging through one of the drawers looking for something to wear. Matt
coughed which caused Michael to turn around. "Oh, Hi Dad. Gee, I kinda
like the way that sounds. I'm looking for what to wear. Do you think my
wearing just a speedo will be okay?"
Matt was nonplussed by Michael's apparent comfort at displaying his body,
he assumed it was mainly because of Michael's previous 'occupation'. He
told him that the speedo would be fine, they do live at the beach after
all. Matt grabbed an electric green speedo and slipped it up his legs.
About this time, Matt heard the doorbell. He went to the door and saw John
standing there with a smile on his face. The two embraced. "So," John
started, "what is the big mystery?"
"Come on in, we'll sit and talk." Matt replied. When they'd arrived in
the living room, Michael appeared clad only in his speedo. He looked at
John and in his mind he thought 'OMG that guy is freakin' HOT!' Michael
walked over and sat on the couch next to John, their knees actually
touching.
Matt introduced them formally. Michael put on his sweetest smile. It was
funny and Matt chuckled. He offered John a drink and asked Michael to help
him in the kitchen. Once they were alone, Matt said, "I can see you're
attracted to John. You do know he and I used to be involved, right?"
"Um, no." Michael said, kind of embarrassed over having been so
transparent.
"Michael. Under other circumstances I wouldn't even be concerned if you and
he wanted to hook up. It's obviously consensual on your part, but, in
light of the allegations against you, do you think it's wise at this point
in time?"
Michael looked at the floor and said quietly, "I guess you're right."
They got the drinks and went back into the living room. Michael handed
John his drink then sat in the chair across from him on the other side of
the table. Matt started to explain, "John, Michael has, in the past, been
involved with a man. That in itself isn't the problem. The problem is that
the man at one point was allowing his friends to be intimate with Michael
and the man was charging his friends for it. Michael is afraid that he's
doing it to other boys. What we want you to do is to watch him and try to
find out if he's still offering the 'services' of one or more boys for
money. If so, report that back to me and I'll deal with it. If all that
is going on is that he has a young boy for a boyfriend, nothing needs be
done."
"I think I can do that easily enough." John said.
"Fine. What's your usual fee?" Matt asked.
"Don't worry about fee, Matt." John said.
"Man, you are something else! You will charge me whatever you normally
charge. As a matter of fact, call this a trial basis. I have connections
to a new foundation that is being formed and they will need to use the
services of a top notch investigator. It's my plan to use this
investigation to convince them to use you."
"Wow, thanks! Give me the particulars on this guy and I'll get on it right
away. I usually charge $50.00 per hour plus expenses. An investigation
like this would usually take about 20 to 50 hours, so let's say you give me
a retainer of $1,000 up front and we'll see what we come up with. Sound
fair?"
Matt wrote John a check.
-*-
Travis picked up his telephone and dialed the telephone number for the
attorney for the man who hit James. On the phone, a young woman answered,
"Albert Frank and Associates, how may I direct your call?"
Travis explained that he needed to speak to Mr. Frank and what it was
regarding. Moments later a man came on the line. "Albert Frank. How can I
be of assistance Mr. Welch?"
"Mr. Frank, thanks for taking my call. I represent one James Gilbert. I
assume you are aware of who he is. He received a letter from you with a
settlement offer from a personal injury caused him by one of your clients.
I would like to meet with you to discuss settlement."
"Ah, yes, I am familiar with this situation. Did you say he's willing to
settle?"
"I didn't say that,but, subject to a few conditions, I think an arrangement
can be made which would be acceptable to your client and mine. It's those
conditions I'd like to discuss." Travis said. "Would you be able to make
some time in your schedule for me this afternoon, say 1:00pm?"
A moment of silence before Albert said, "What are the nature of these
conditions, Mr. Welch?"
"Oh, nothing too significant, but I prefer to present them in person. Can
we meet today?" Travis was playing this close to the vest.
"Well, I don't see any impediment to us meeting. Can you come to my office
at that time? I can have my senior partners in the meeting as well."
"Fine, I will be there at 1:00. See you then." Travis said before hanging
up the phone. He then prepared several documents to present his case to
the opposing counsel. He looked at his watch, it was 11:53am.
-*-
Devon and Cole ended their snuggle session at about noon, took a shower and
once that was done, they dressed in their speedos and, after calling Donna
to tell her they'd be at Cole's house, locked up the house and left.
They walked casually toward Cole's house when they happened to run into
Robbie and his girlfriend. His girlfriend, Amy, saw Devon and Cole and
said, "I saw you guys on TV, that was some kiss!" Robbie was looking
rather agitated.
Devon blushed on hearing that Amy saw the kiss. Cole, however, was
watching Robbie. He noticed Robbie's face turning red. Cole looked at
Robbie and said, "Dude! It's been like forever! How you doing?"
"Oh, I'm okay. Well, at least I was till I ran into you faggots. To think
I was your friend and you do this? Like, it was okay, I guess, when it was
just us who knew, but, fuck, now the whole fuckin' world knows. You two,
matter of fact all you fucking queers just stay away from me!" He then
took Amy's hand and with surprise on her face dragged her away from Devon
and Cole. Feeling a little upset, Devon and Cole walked faster toward
Cole's new home.
-*-
Early that afternoon, John was sitting in his office at his computer. He
took his notes that he'd taken during the discussion at Matt's. He went to
one of the sites he used to get background information on people and typed
in Trevor's full name. The information that was returned was not all that
valuable, other than he now had the man's full name, including middle name,
a photograph of him, his address, social security number, employment
information, credit scores, and motor vehicle registration information.
There was one little tidbit of information in his criminal record that John
made note of.
He decided to hop into his car and see if Trevor was at his place of
employment. He wouldn't make contact, just determine his whereabouts. He
drove by and as it would happen, watched as Trevor walked into the place,
obviously returning from lunch.
He decided to drive by Trevor's house, just to check things out. He
arrived and pulled over at the curb in front of the man's house. He was
just sitting there when a boy, about 11 or 12 came up to his window. John
looked at the boy who smiled at him.
"Hey, are you looking for Trevor?" The boy asked.
John, thinking quickly said, "Yeah, but I guess he's at work."
"So, are you two good friends?"
"We haven't seen each other in like forever!" John said, chuckling inwardly
at the fact that he'd made the truth sound like he wanted it to. He then
continued,"Are you and Trevor friends?"
The lad wasn't shy at all, "Yeah, we're pretty tight, we do all sorts of
stuff together."
"Cool, Trevor's a lucky guy, you're a good looking boy. Sometimes I wish I
had a friend like you too." John said, fishing.
The boy grinned. "Well, be careful what you wish for, it may just happen!"
John feigned a surprised look on his face, he was thinking this is just too
easy, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I was just saying that it can probably be arranged. But you'd have
to negotiate that with Trevor." The boy said, rubbing his thumb and
forefinger together.
John had all he needed. It was circumstantial, but, it was probably
enough. He thanked the boy and received a wink and a smile from the
youngster.
-*- Robbie and Amy were walking
down the boardwalk. Robbie was still a bit angry from his meeting Devon
and Cole on the strand. This fact was all too clear to Amy and she wasn't
enjoying it one bit. She turned to him and said, "What's your problem
Robbie?"
"What do you mean, I don't have a problem." He said emphatically.
"You have been quiet and holding my had really tight since we left Devon
and Cole, you can't tell me there's no problem." She said.
"I used to hang with those guys every day. We were best friends, the 5 of
us. We knew about Cole a long time ago, well, at least Michael and I did,
but he never did anything that was obvious. I didn't like it much, but, as
long as he was acting 'normal' I figured I'd ignore it, maybe he'd grow out
of it. Then Devon and he got together, then James came out, and now
Michael, I was like, 'what the fuck, all my best friends are queer? Maybe
I have the wrong friends."
"I can't believe you!" Amy said. "There's nothing wrong with a person
being gay. Lots of my friends are gay. Matter of fact, if you guys were as
good friends as you said, it shouldn't matter if they are or not!"
Robbie grew up in a family where homosexuals were vilified. Their
fundamentalist church denounced all gays as agents of the devil that were
just out to corrupt everyone else. He was taught that, and he'd learned it.
Robbie let go of Amy's hand and said, "I don't think we should see each
other any more, Amy. It seems as if they've corrupted you too. I think I
just need to find a nice girl from our church, at least I know she'll not
be a fag lover." With that he stormed off leaving her standing there
alone.
-*-
Devon & Cole arrived at Cole's house at about 1:40. Matt and Michael were
sitting in the living room watching television. They said 'Hi' as the two
sat on the love seat together. Devon started telling Michael about their
meeting Robbie and what had happened. Michael shook his head and said, "I
had a feeling he was going to be a little bit of a problem, at least as far
as still being our friend. But I doubt he'll do anything other than avoid
us."
Matt was listening carefully, but, decided to let the boys talk and work
things out for themselves. He asked if the guys were hungry and receiving
an affirmative response told them he'd go grill up their lunch so they can
talk.
Michael told them about the meeting with John. He said to Cole, "Dude!
Why didn't you tell me John's a hottie? If things were different, I'd
totally go for him!"
Cole smiled as he said, "Well, when I met him I was already with Dev, so I
honestly didn't notice, but, thinking about it, he is pretty good looking."
They talked a while about nothing really special until Matt returned
telling the guys that their lunch was ready.
-*-
At precisely 1:00pm, Travis entered the offices of Albert Frank, and
associates. He was greeted by a receptionist who showed him to a conference
room. He was told that the partners would be with him in a few minutes.
She had barely walked out the door when 4 men entered. Three took seats on
the opposite side of the table from Travis while the other approached him.
"Mr. Welch, I'm Albert Frank, it's a pleasure to meet you." He didn't make
an effort to introduce the others.
"It's nice to meet you as well, Mr. Frank. Thanks for seeing me on such
short notice."
"Not a problem, we would like to put this matter to rest as quickly as
possible so we can finish the rest of the work on our late client's estate.
You said your client is willing to settle this matter?"
"As I said on the telephone, subject to some conditions, he's willing to
entertain a settlement." Travis stated.
"Yes, you'd mentioned that on the phone, can you explain what these
'conditions' are?" All four men's ears were attuned to Travis at this
point.
"Well, if the figures I have are correct, your client was a very wealthy
man. My information shows he's worth upwards of $200 Billion. For some
reason, your client was driving a vehicle without a license. A license
that had been revoked because he had already had more than a few accidents
which caused injury. Now, before you feel my client is going to try to
milk you for more money for himself, I'll tell you that is not his
intention."
All of the men were visibly relieved, at least until Travis continued,
"However, he does have a desire to modify the terms you offered in
settlement."
"And, what type of modification is he requesting we make?" Albert asked.
"Well, the young man is in the process of forming a charitable foundation
to support a few charities. Whereas he's not asking for more for himself,
he is requesting that, in addition to the proposed sum you offered to him
directly, that you, meaning your client's estate, make a donation to that
new foundation."
Albert was now visibly relaxing. "I don't see a problem agreeing to that
condition, we can make an additional payment equal to that we have offered
him to that foundation, provided it has tax exempt status and the donation
can be made with that benefit to our client's estate."
"Excuse me? Did you say 'equal to'? I am sorry, but I believe that to be
an insult. If I were to file suit I have no doubt that I could get 10% to
20% of your client's assets. He was willfully driving even though he knew
he was incapable of doing so safely. No, I don't think a mere $20 million
in total is at all fair. As I said, in court my client would get roughly
20% of his total assets, and by my calculations, that would be somewhere
around $400 million. Now, we aren't asking for that kind of money. What
my client has authorized me to do is to offer, in addition to his personal
settlement, and my fees, that you agree to a donation to the tax-exempt
charitable foundation in the amount of 1% of your client's audited estate.
To break it down, $10 Million to my client, directly. My fees are about
$3,000 in total, and a donation to me made within 5 days after you are
notified that the new foundation has been granted tax-exempt status in the
amount of $200 Million."
The four horsemen of the apocalypse (as Travis mused) were now visibly
shaken. Mr. Frank said, "Well, I'm not sure what to say, but, if you will
please excuse us a moment so we can discuss this and an appropriate
response. It should only take us about 5 minutes." Travis agreed and he
watched as the men filed out of the conference room.
The five minutes stretched to ten when they'd returned. They didn't look
all that happy, but, Albert said, "It seems that you might have been right
as to the amount of our client's estate. The offer your client makes is
actually quite generous. The tax benefits alone will more than cover his
personal moneys as well as your fees. You can inform your client that we
have come to an agreement. Documents will be prepared and sent to you by
courier. Once they have been properly executed and returned to us, you may
pick up a cashier's check for his payment and your fees. Then, once you
send us a copy of the documentation of this new foundation's tax-exempt
status, we will make the donation as agreed. But, under no circumstances
can your client divulge to anyone the terms of this agreement, and in no
way contact the media. This also includes him writing a book about this
incident."
Travis shook the hands of each of the men. He gave Albert his business
card and asked when the agreement would be sent to him. Having been told
it would be in his hands the next day, he thanked them and left for his
office. He had a telephone call to make and it was one he would sincerely
enjoy making.
Coming soon -- Chapter 27 -- Wrapping up loose ends.