Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2007 12:43:03 -0800 (PST)
From: firehose Joe <firehosejoe@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Thine Own Self Be True: Chapter 18

"This above all: To thine own self be true, for it must follow as dost the
night the day, that canst not be false to any man." Shakespeare (Hamlet)

Though the theme of wrestling will be a key component in the early chapters
and a continuing theme, the story is about relationships and being true to
oneself. Thanks to Bill M and TalonRider for assistance proofing the story.

Please do not distribute to other sites without permission of the
author. Comments can be sent to firehosejoe@yahoo.com

From the previous chapter:

After they'd said their good nights, Alejandro and Frederick lay in bed
comfortably sprawled across each other. Frederick turned his head and
licked Alejandro's ear and said, "What a night! I've never had my ass
fucked so hard for so long. Damn what a hot pair of fuckers those guys
turned out to be!"

Jules spent the balance of their vacation with them. The skiing weather
remained perfect and time at the villa was casual and relaxed. As Alejandro
and Frederick flew home, Alejandro found himself smiling time and again
remembering just how much fun they'd all had.

Chapter 18

Thanksgiving had come late that year. The end of the semester requirements
pressed from all sides it seemed. Both Frederick and Alejandro found the
preparation required for their classes demanding chunks of time.

Feeling like he was leaving Alejandro high and dry, Frederick hesitated but
told him, "Dude, I feel lousy telling you this; but, I've got to hit the
books and finish some papers. I've got to bail on our running together `til
exams are over. I hope you aren't too pissed!"

"Don't worry about it Frederick, my load this semester is heavier than
ever. Remember, I've got those orals on four of my classes. I'll be burning
the lights late too."

For both men, the days marched inexorably forward. In addition to the
challenges Alejandro faced with his schoolwork, the season with all the
attending expectations faced him again. This time he was alone.

One afternoon, one of the attorneys who worked with the various foundations
the Algara's supported called asking if he could visit with Alejandro for a
moment. After a few moments of review of the years' gifts and reviewing an
outline of what would probably follow in the coming year, the attorney
closed his binder. He sat for a few seconds, his head cocked, with a
wrinkle of consternation between his eyes. Alejandro waited.

"Alejandro, I don't know another way to say this. You are quickly moving
toward a point when you will need to make some decisions about how you plan
to represent your family. I was very close to your grandfather, but not so
close to your father in that Salvador Sr. was active in so many areas and
spoke for the family.

"His involvement on Boards and committees often included me in a capacity
providing legal advice. He traveled widely as you know. His influence was
felt in many areas of the country, not just Chicago. He and your
grandmother didn't only give money; they followed through to make sure the
intent of their giving was honored. They were all too aware that without
that follow through, money often is diverted to needs defined by others."

Alejandro sat, after the attorney left, pondering the conversation and
gentle challenge that had been set before him. He knew as long as his
father and grandparents were alive his involvement was welcomed at anytime
but never required. A starkly different future faced him. The doctors had
begun to prepare him mentally and emotionally with the fact that his father
might never come out of his coma. Their care never wavered, nor did
Salvador respond in any measurable way.

He clearly remembered the conversation at the dining table with his father,
in the weeks that followed Isabella and Salvador's deaths. He would not
take the lesser road. His family had built businesses and been contributors
to causes important to them, important to him, Alejandro realized. He would
give himself to continuing what Juarez had begun at the beginning of the
century. The attorney was right; stewardship was a large part of being
custodian of the material possessions that surrounded him.

That evening he found Isabella's calendar lying on her dressing table where
she always kept it. Alejandro let his eyes take in the details of what had
been one of his favorite places in the large old house. Taking the book
with him, he closed the door.

The next day, gathering up the calendar and accumulating private mail
addressed to his father, Alejandro went to work. As he had suspected, most
of the envelopes were invitations to a wide variety of events. With the
attorney's help, Alejandro spent most of the morning building a plan that
would direct his activities as he engaged with the world where Isabella and
Salvador had easily moved with both generosity and influence.

Together they combed through the copious documents sent by foundations,
boards and groups. They identified and cross referenced names of those
sending invitations with the members of various groups to whom
contributions had been made by the Algara companies. Some were patently
obvious. Others, though appearing as invitations to private social
functions, were extended by major players in the social circles and
business community.

With dread, Alejandro opened his own calendar and began to pencil in the
dates and functions he would be attending this season. With the attorney's
help, he culled the list to the functions of those groups most heavily
supported by the Algaras. He would begin to be a `face' representing the
family.

The following Friday, Alejandro attended a cocktail party at the Artist
Institute. Grateful for the early hour, he went home, showered and
dressed. Presenting his invitation to the guard, he was escorted into the
main gallery. It was as he expected. There were primarily couples, perhaps
two dozen or more, chatting and sipping drinks. There was no one that he
knew.

Of course the names would be familiar; he'd prepared himself as thoroughly
as possible. He looked at several of the hangings as he discreetly studied
the group. Finally he knew the time had come to make his presence known. He
went to get a soda with lime. At the bar one of the older gentlemen turned
and with a smile introduced himself. Alejandro took the offered hand and as
he shook it he introduced himself.

The double take and sudden recognition was almost comical. The man took
Alejandro's elbow, guiding him to his wife. Thus began the litany of
introductions, expressions of sympathy and inquiries about his
father. There seemed to be a small, ever changing group surrounding him for
the next 30 minutes. Someone brought him food, another refreshed his
drink. Yes, this was every bit as bad as he'd imagined it would be. `Suck
it up, Alejandro' he thought. It'll get easier. As he turned to greet
another stranger, it quickly got more interesting.

One of the old lions was making noise. Alejandro was sure it was an
introduction of sorts. His attention was suddenly riveted to the face and
eyes that met his. The man he faced was youngish, certainly no more than in
his mid thirties. Behind his inquisitive look there seemed to be both a
veil and an invitation. Why he thought that, he couldn't imagine. When the
man extended his hand in greeting, Alejandro realized he'd heard nothing
being said by the man providing introduction.

With poise born from years of practice at social events with the family, he
smiled and made incipient conversation. The old lion, having done his
service, wandered away to another group. A moment later Alejandro
maneuvered their conversation to ask the young man's name.

"Stanford Harrison. For some reason I guessed you'd missed that. Your mind
seemed to be elsewhere at the moment." he said with a tinkle in his eye
that almost made Alejandro blush. He continued, "It may be easier to
remember, if you simply call me Stan like everyone does except my mother
when she's on the warpath."

Trying to scrape together the semblance of reasonable conversation with
this gorgeous young man, Alejandro asked about his work.

Stan laughed quietly, looking at Alejandro with humor and a bit of a
challenge; he said, "You didn't hear a thing the man said, did you?"
Alejandro blushed feeling himself grow defensive.

Noting the change in Alejandro's expression, Stan quickly apologized, "I'm
sorry, I shouldn't have teased you. It happens to all of us from time to
time. It certainly has to me!" The earnestness in his expression put
Alejandro immediately at ease.

With a wink, Stan smiled and said "Let me give you the high points that my
friend said as he introduced us, or attempted to." Again the smile with the
playful demeanor was engaging to Alejandro.

"The Senior Partner of the firm I work for is the reason I'm here. His name
is Baggins. The firm contributes substantially to the Museum. It was his
wife's favorite place. For years, I imagine, he attended dutifully with her
on his arm. He knows that we need to be represented at these
functions. Since she died, he keeps the money coming and sends a face to
represent it. I am said face, this year." Stan said with a smile.

"Kinda the same situation with me. This has been the purview of my
grandparents. It's my first time at bat." Alejandro offered hoping that his
lame attempt at humor wouldn't be as embarrassing as it sounded to him
immediately after he said it.

"Ah, well yes. Though I haven't been in Chicago that long, I'm aware that
the Algara name is well known. More importantly, it is well regarded. I'm
just a face. You're family." Stan said.

"Yeah." Alejandro sighed without meaning to. Damn, he'd managed all of the
elements of the event so far. Why was this man throwing him so far off
course?

Stan somehow seemed to understand. "I've followed the news. Your recent
losses would stagger anyone. Yet here you are representing not one but two
generations. I've watched you. You've worked the room masterfully. I'm not
just blowing smoke. A lawyer notices these things." Stan said with a
conspiratorial tone and a smile.

"Thanks." Alejandro said with a bit of an `aw shucks' demeanor. `Damn it'
he thought to himself. I've got to get my act together!

As if Stan were reading his thoughts writ large, he smiled saying, "You
admitted you're new to this whole scene. You're doing great. There's no
need to be self deprecatory. There are several folks who've been looking at
you, hoping I'll let you go so that they can have a word with you. Just
promise me you won't rush off unless you've another engagement. I'd enjoy
getting to know you better."

His preparations had been thorough and correctly targeted. With each name,
he could envision his list that had the name of the group with which the
person was associated. For several of them, there were multiple entries as
their philanthropic activities over lapped. He found conversation much
easier than he had imagined and every bit as boring.

As the conversation began to dwindle with the last `important person',
Alejandro realized he'd worked the room and passed his first outing with
flying colors. Business cards had been proffered, invitations promised, all
elements of a successful evening. He looked around for Stan and saw him in
the gallery. As Alejandro caught his eye, he knew Stan had been
waiting. Waiting for what he wondered.

Alejandro watched Stan walk toward him. The confident gait, the knowing
smile all made Alejandro's cock twitch. They refreshed their sodas with
lime, laughing that neither had enjoyed the top shelf beverages offered.

"Looks like this thing is beginning to wind down. I imagine you're got a
full evening ahead of you." Stan said.

"Not really. Planning to go home and grab a bite to eat. I'll spend some
time with Father then do some reading, I guess." He realized how pathetic
that must sound to a guy who appeared so poised, so well connected. Well it
was his life at the moment and so be it.

"Look, I was hoping we could get together for lunch sometime if you'd like
and can work it in to your schedule." Stan said.

"That would be both." Alejandro said. Seeing Stan caught off guard by his
choice of words, he smiled and went on. "I'd like and I'll make it work
into my schedule." He was rewarded by a big smile from Stan.

"This is a stretch, I know, but I was going to go home, grab a half a
sandwich then go work out. If you'd like, please join me." Stan paused then
added quickly, "What am I thinking!! That needs a bit more planning. Sorry,
but, I do hope we can do lunch soon, though."

Grinning widely, Alejandro retorted, "You mean I'm not welcome to the other
half of the sandwich?" Stan looked at him not understanding. There was a
trace of anger in his eyes.

"Is this irony or sarcasm? You're welcome to come to my place for a bite to
eat if that's what you're referring to. I just didn't think you'd have gym
clothes or be ready for a workout at a moments notice." Stan said his face
questioning Alejandro.

"It's neither irony nor sarcasm. I've got a gym bag in the back seat. I've
got nothing planned and the thought of being able to enjoy a workout with
someone I want to get to know better seems a great way to spend a Friday
night." Alejandro said. He held Stan's gaze then smiled. "Now, how about
that half a sandwich?" They both laughed, heading for the door and for
Stan's apartment.

Stan keyed the lock and pushed the door wide for Alejandro to enter. It was
a compact but comfortable place. They chatted easily while Stan fixed a
light snack for both of them. As they headed back to the garage and their
cars, Stan told Alejandro that the gym was a men only
membership. Explaining he'd attended all male institutions in both prep
school and college, he found this environment comfortable and enjoyed the
relaxed camaraderie.

Minutes later they were parked and entering the gym. It wasn't the splashy
exterior of the familiar chains but a simple brick cased older
building. Stan signed them in noting his guest. In the locker room, Stan
suggested that he usually swam, ran and lifted. Alejandro suggested the
reverse order as they stripped.

Trying to be discrete, Alejandro kept stealing furtive glances as Stan
disrobed. He finally tossed his boxers in the floor of his locker and
stood.

"If you remember, I mentioned that this was a men only membership." Stan
said smiling, turning to facing Alejandro. "You are likely to see a variety
of dress in the work out areas."

Alejandro took in as much of Stan's body as he could with his peripheral
vision. As Stan turned his head and reached into his gym bag, Alejandro
could look freely. The man was nearly hairless save for his pits and
pubes. His tight musculature was clearly defined beneath flawlessly creamy
skin. Stan's muscle was cylindrical and long, cut and delicious looking.

Stan continued dressing saying, "During last summer, in August, the
building's AC just couldn't keep up. Most of us worked out in our jocks and
a pair of socks as we lifted and ran. Used up lots of towels that month, I
can assure you. Don't be surprised to see guys in the buff doing laps. Its
cold now." he looked at Alejandro and smiled, "I just hate seasonal
shrinkage so I wear sweats when I'm lifting and running." Stan said
grinning.

The face, illuminated with searching eyes and ringed with long curly brown
hair captured Alejandro's imagination with a broad smile. He hurriedly
pulled on his jock and sweats, and shoved his clothes in the locker. They
spent an hour and a half pressing metal and running on the tread mills.

Their conversation was easy as they lifted, spotting for each other. There
were fewer than a dozen men, all dressed similarly, in the weight room,
fewer still in the cardio area. Stan ignored business altogether; instead
he plied Alejandro with questions about school, sports and his other
activities. With flatteringly clever subtly, Stan commented on Alejandro's
physique, and his dark coloring.

When Alejandro mentioned his training as a youth in dressage and jumping,
Stan shared that growing up in central Virginia, near Hamden Sydney
College, his family stabled horses and he'd ridden since a young
child. They agreed to find a time soon when Alejandro could host and they
could ride together.

After a hard 30 minutes of running, they headed back to the locker room to
strip off their sweats and enjoy a swim. Since Alejandro didn't have swim
gear they both swam nude. Lap after lap they paced each other. Finally Stan
stopped, just short of gasping and said, "You are in excellent
condition. You could go for another quarter mile I'll bet before showing
any wear and tear. Swim if you want, but I'm done for tonight."

Alejandro pleased with the recognition kept his smile to himself, hoisting
himself onto the deck with Stan. Each wiped their faces with towels while
catching their breath. "A perfect finish is some time in the whirl
pool. Can I tempt you or do you need to get home?" Stan asked.

"That sounds great to me." answered Alejandro. Grabbing their towels they
headed into the steam and pool room. Hanging their towels, they settled
into the bubbling warm water. It felt great.

Their conversation was easy, Stan filling Alejandro in about his childhood
and education. Alejandro talked about combining school and work. Alejandro
didn't interrupt his tale when he noticed Stan's foot find his and gently
rest alongside it. Waxing a bit more enthusiastic, Alejandro told of his
time with the wrestling club and his current wrestling trainer, Jase. While
sharing this information he lifted his leg slightly, letting it cover
Stan's outstretched appendage.

With a comment about needing some of the jets on his upper back, Stan's
head relaxed against the edge of the pool as he lowered his body
slightly. He shifted his leg so that greater contact was made and
sighed. Alejandro remembering Jules tub antics followed that pattern and
simply shifted his weight to let his other leg slide under Stan's. Their
conversation waned as they sat with their own thoughts in the wonderful
warmth of the water.

Stan shifted his position and removed his leg slowly. "You know, that half
a sandwich didn't nearly fill me up. I hope you'll have time to come back
to my place and hopefully we can both satisfy our appetites. What do ya
say?" Alejandro looked at Stan and smiled.

"I can't go anywhere right now if you guess my meaning." he said as he
moved away and began to do multiplication problems with complex numbers in
his head. It was the fastest way to redirect his thoughts to deflate his
dick. In this situation however, math could have gone on all night.

Stan looked over at him, "Did I do anything that was unwelcome?" He asked
with concern.

"No, I'm trying to get the monster to heel." He said as he smiled, knowing
full well that Stan would understand.

"It won't be the first time someone has left the pool with an erection. By
the way, we're the only ones here right now. I hate to say it; you're
beginning to take on a prune like quality." Stan laughed.

Alejandro shrugged lifting himself out of the pool, his cock angled away
from his belly. Stan looked with hunger at the thick instrument and
followed suit. Soon the cold air had the desired effect as both moved to
the showers to rinse off the chlorine.

They dressed without much conversation, each thinking about what lay
ahead. During the drive home Alejandro reiterated his invitation for Stan
to come riding. When Stan unlocked the door, Alejandro took two strides
into the room. Tossing his coat on the sofa, he turned to face Stan.

"You mentioned something about satisfying an appetite. I'm ready."
Alejandro said as he stood waiting for Stan to make the first move. Stan
tossed his coat on a chair as he stepped toward Alejandro. Taking his head
in his hands, Stan tongued Alejandro's mouth like a starving man searching
for food. Alejandro joined the combat pulling their bodies' together. Their
erect muscles soon were doing their own battle though hobbled by the
restricting clothing.

Stan quickly broke the kiss. Taking Alejandro by the hand, he pulled him
into the bedroom. They began to strip their clothes off as quickly as they
could. Alejandro pushed Stan back across his bed, crawling between his
legs. Hungrily, Stan pulled Alejandro's face to his and resumed his assault
with his tongue. Alejandro joined the battle as he lay atop him, grinding
their dicks together.

Suddenly, pushing Alejandro's face away from his own, Stan said
breathlessly, "I've got to have you inside me. Lube is in the drawer to
your right. Get it. Lube me. Fuck me. Now!!" Alejandro was more than
ready. Soon he poised his muscle pushing it against the upturned ring of
Stan's ass.

"Now, goddamnit. Give it to me! All of it!!" Stan swore.

With a solid thrust, Alejandro let his meat push into Stan in one smooth
motion. Before he could feel the seating of their pubes, Stan began bucking
under him. Alejandro, quick on the uptake, began to pound Stan's ass. Calf
muscles bunched as his toes pushed against the mattress for
leverage. Muscles in his lower back and glutes flexed with each
thrust. Sweat quickly dripped from his face as he looked down on Stan's
expression of pleasure.

"Pinch my nips, work my pecs!" Alejandro ordered. Stan's response was
aggressive and brought an edge or roughness that fired Alejandro's desire.

Meeting him thrust for thrust, Stan was not a passive participant. He was
grunting and heaving with perfect synchronicity. Alejandro felt his balls
churning and knew it would not be long before he shot. It came on him all
too soon. His abs spasmed. He felt his dick swell and as he did, Stan's ass
ring locked tight against his throbbing muscle. His grunting was primal and
was met with Stan's own ejaculation and grunting. They kept slamming
against each other till both were drained.

They lay there, gasping. Stan softly muttering obscenities expressing his
appreciation as he continued to let his ass muscles contract around the
cock still buried deep in him. Alejandro responded in kind, gently pumping
his still hard cock into Stan.

"Damn, big boy, you're still hard! Think you've got it in you to take me
again?" Stan challenged.

Alejandro's laugh was deep in his chest. "Take you? Yeah, I can do that,
and more." Alejandro reached to his sides and lifted Stan's ankles to his
shoulders and began a slow rhythmic pumping. He could feel his dick
harden. Balancing on his knees and elbows, Alejandro reached his head
toward Stan's pecs and nips. He licked and began to chew the hard nubs.

Stan groaned and held Alejandro's head, pulling his mouth against his
flesh. Wanting to taste his mouth, Stan pulled Alejandro's head toward
his. Their tongues lashed at each other as their momentum grew. Alejandro
dropped his head to Stan's neck and began to kiss and gently bite.

"No visible bruises please." Stan gasped in his desire.

Alejandro moved further down Stan's neck where the trapezoids start their
incline. He bit and sucked as his thrusting increased. He felt his balls
begin to churn again. Rising up, Alejandro grabbed the front of Stan's
thighs and began to slam his dick in earnest. Sweat matted the hair on his
chest. The treasure trail was flat with sweat. Drops of preparation fell
from his face. Alejandro's head was back, his eyes closed as his body bent
to the task at hand. His upper back arched as all the muscles in his lower
back, buttocks and abs worked to drive his dick forward. Guttural rhythmic
sounds punctuated the thrusting as his second orgasm approached. Lost in
his own lust filled world, he didn't hear Stan as he began his own journey
to emission.

With a sound that ripped from deep inside, Stan shot his load. As his ass
ring tightened around Alejandro's cock he felt all his muscles constrict as
his cock unloaded. The wet slapping of skin continued only for a
moment. With a final spasm, Alejandro knew he was spent. He consciously let
his muscles relax as he fell forward slowly atop Stan.

Sliding his hands under Stan's muscled shoulders, Alejandro pulled their
bodies closer, gently pressing their cum covered chests together. Finally
they were still. Alejandro felt his dick slide out of Stan. The dance
they'd begun at the party was over. Both were thoroughly sated.

After they cleaned up, Stan whipped up a savory omelet with cheese,
asparagus and fresh herbs. Acknowledging Alejandro's compliments, he
explained he'd been the chief cook during graduate school for the guys with
whom he shared an apartment. Alejandro took his leave after they both
agreed to go riding the next afternoon.

At least twice a week thereafter, they worked out at Stan's gym or rode
horses. After each outing they headed back to Stan's place for hot man sex.

Later on the following Monday, after the party, Alejandro called in the
attorney to evaluate the evening. He was met with a smile as the attorney
entered his office.

"I've already had several calls today with various expressions of
appreciation. The general agreement is that you had a good understanding of
the objectives and plans for the Institute. Your awareness of who the
players were and how they interrelated impressed two of my callers. To a
person, they all mentioned how articulate you were for such a young man
assuming such a large responsibility. Alejandro, it was a slam dunk! You
did very well."

He couldn't help but be pleased with himself. Facing the other events
didn't seem so daunting now. In fact, it could become an enjoyable game, if
played carefully, he reminded himself.

Mid week Frederick called. It was a tough one. Alejandro was glad he was in
his office.

His mom had gone in for a routine biopsy the week before. He'd known about
it but both his parents persuaded him there was very little to worry
about. The doctor determined that there was more cancer than he'd
anticipated and suggested further tests. Those tests were back and surgery
had been scheduled. The prognosis was bad. Frederick was leaving after his
exam that afternoon. He'd be home through Christmas break and for as long
after as he was needed.

After asking several times, Alejandro knew there was nothing he could do
except stay in touch and offer moral support. As they disconnected,
Alejandro sat staring at the phone wishing there was something he could do
to help. His mind wandered back over the years he'd known Frederick and how
much he owed him.

Rocking back in his desk chair, Alejandro let his mind wander recalling
things they'd laughed about. A thread of a story began to tickle his
memory. Frederick had said many times how he and his dad would starve but
for his mother's great cooking. Quickly a plan began to form in his mind.

Surgery was scheduled for the next day. Alejandro had his secretary call
about airline tickets and found no schedule that would accommodate
him. Frustrated, and determined to be with Frederick, he told her to
charter a plane and make arrangements for a return flight the next day. In
addition find a limo company to provide a car and driver, to meet him at
the airport and to be on call for the remainder of his time there.

The look on Frederick's face when Alejandro arrived was worth the several
thousand dollars that this trip would cost. Alejandro didn't care. During
the flight home Alejandro realized that he would be committing most of his
time and life to `the family' as he thought of the combination of
businesses and philanthropy. That being so, he determined that he would not
allow friends and things important to him to be slighted.

As he sat back looking out the window during the flight, it seemed that a
set of internal gears meshed in his thinking. He relaxed and realized that
it was up to him to make this life he'd chosen work.

He visited Frederick and his dad several times during the holiday. With
unrelenting pressure and good natured coaxing, Alejandro finally got both
men to agree to let him provide a caterer to meet with them to plan meals
and set up a schedule that suited all involved. He wanted to do so much
more but could think of nothing.

As Christmas Eve approached the frenetic schedule of travel and social
obligations began to ease. He met Stan for lunch several days before
Christmas as was their custom in the past weeks. Stan had a small gift for
him. He opened the box to discover a map and some mementos from
Texas. Looking up with a question, Stan explained that the firm was
relocating him to a branch in Austin. After lunch and after securing a
promise from Alejandro to visit, Stan gave him a quick shoulder hug and
they parted.

Christmas and the days following were for the most part quiet. Alejandro
spent hours each day with his father, reading to him, telling him anecdotes
from the parties and social events he'd attended.

New years brought the last events of the season to a close. The beginning
of second semester came quickly on its heels. Again with the assistance of
his Dean, Alejandro arranged for all his classes to be independent
study. The only instructor who made objection was Charles Thibodaux,
teacher for the art appreciation class Alejandro had skipped earlier in his
college course work.

Agreeing to meet with Alejandro, Dr. Thibodaux had texts, the syllabus and
a list of painters and seminal works from various periods as his
justification for class attendance. A tall man, Thibodaux looked younger
than his 29 years. A native of Louisiana, he had the gracious patterns of
southern speech typical of the sugar and cotton plantation owners who were
his ancestors.

A stickler about academic discipline, he wasn't about to let some youngster
who came from money with local prestige define how he'd run his
classes. He'd only agreed because the Dean of the Business school had
requested the consideration via a letter, a copy of which had been sent to
the Dean of Fine Arts and the President. Of course he'd be polite, southern
gentlemen always were; but he'd be damned if he'd be dictated to his first
semester at the University.

Even though he was part time, his academic credentials were strong. He'd
been hired by the Art Institute as a part time curator. The teaching hours
were simply to fill time and give him the satisfaction of continuing his
work in an academic setting. He didn't need the money. That was
sure. Grandparents on both sides had left him with adequate trust funds
that he could live comfortably, though not excessively. He challenge was to
fill his time with something that was satisfying and made a contribution to
society in general. Catering to privileged students, did not fall into any
of those categories he thought with no little satisfaction.

Alejandro knocked on the door frame as he said, "Dr. Thibodaux?" Invited in
to take a seat, Alejandro was immediately taken by the attractive fine
boned face, firm handshake and cultured accent. They chatted briefly before
Dr. Thibodaux brought them to the point of their meeting. Pleasantly asking
Alejandro to justify his request, he was in no way prepared for the
thoroughly justified response.

Alejandro also had come to the meeting prepared. As he explained how this
had worked in other classes, he handed Dr. Thibodaux folders containing
syllabi, required readings, along with the various procedures used to
evaluate intermediate progress and for final exams. Thibodaux immediately
recognized that Alejandro was carrying a work load much heavier than would
normally be required.

Seeming to read his mind, Alejandro explained his determination to wring
everything possible from his academic efforts at the University. Relating
his grandparents and father's goals for him, he reinforced his
understanding of the importance of academic discipline working in tandem
with actual work experience.

All the while Alejandro presented his case, Charles Thibodaux watched with
growing fascination. The dark coloring, the handsome features complimented
the animated face. This young man was unique to Charles' experience. His
reverie was interrupted when Alejandro asked about the Doctor's work at the
Institute. How did he know about that? He'd only begun in early January.

"You've certainly done your homework Mr. Algara. To my knowledge, only my
Dean was aware I was a curator there."

Innocently unaware of how his next comment might be received, Alejandro
said, "I learned of it a cocktail party in early December. The Director was
excited you'd agreed to come on a part time basis. He said your credentials
were some of the best he'd seen in a while and was sure this would be a
stepping stone for you though he sincerely hoped not."

Though it never showed on Thibodaux' face he was more than a little
unsettled and somewhat confused as to why a student, a mere junior, would
have opportunity to be talking to the Director. He determined to proceed
carefully. Admittedly this young man's request was justifiable. Thibodaux
also realized that Alejandro would likely be able to meet any defensible
requirements demanded of him.

Wanting to buy time, Thibodaux said, "I'll have to admit, when the request
was made of me, I was disinclined to consider this. I now understand your
justification for the request. Your record demonstrates commendable
academic discipline. May I have a day to consider how we might make this
work?" Alejandro nodded his agreement. "Where may I call you?" Thibodaux
asked.

After exchanging phone numbers, they shook hands and Alejandro left. Giving
himself ten minutes to consider his next move, Thibodaux called the
Institute Director. When the call was completed, Thibodaux realized this
was a situation that under other circumstances might be quite disagreeable
if the student in question weren't academically disciplined and very
bright. Connections at this level simply couldn't be ignored.

Tenting his fingers, Charles shut his eyes and leaning back recalled the
face he'd memorized. Handsome, articulate, confident and likely physically
disciplined as well, this was a student he'd like to get to know better. He
considered how to structure the independent study to achieve his goal.

His office hours over, Thibodaux headed home. He enjoyed the heaviness of
his penis as it moved in his boxers against his leg. Yes, he'd enjoy
remembering this young man as he gave himself pleasure later.


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