Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 15:53:57 +0000 From: Stuart James <guy_in_boots@hotmail.com> Subject: Mark and David (This is the fourth story about David who, at the start of this chapter, is still 16 coming on 17. If you enjoy this story - or any others - remember that you can only read them if Nifty remains online. For that they need our cash. If we all give just a little, the site won't disappear and take our stories with them. I would welcome any comments. It encourages me to keep writing (that's if you want me to)! I am also making some good friends that way.) Mark and David The initial passions between Olof and David subsided over the next couple of months. David wondered if that was because as they became closer and closer friends the sex became less and less important. Although if David were being honest with himself he would have acknowledged that he liked older experienced men in bed that were more demanding and, yes, rougher with his body. The thought of sex with Sven, who took what he wanted, made him tingle more than sex with Olof. But while he had strong emotions for Olof, he only had strong desires for Sven. The two friends continued to enjoy each other's bodies maybe as a sign of that friendship. In June David celebrated his 17th birthday and finished his Advanced level exams. Olof had finished his studies and it was time for him to go back to Sweden. At the beginning of July, they parted as friends and promised to keep in touch. On his 17th birthday, David had a meeting with his trustees, who detailed the extent of the wealth his parents had left him. It was substantial and consisted not only of the large and valuable house he lived in, but also an 80% holding of his father's marketing business. The trustees had explained that his parents had both had million pound life insurance policies when they died, which had been carefully invested. So together with other cash assets and investments they held at their deaths, he was worth over 10 million pounds on top of the house and business. They impressed on him the need to think about his future over the next 12 months before he took charge of his own affairs. His first decision was that he did not want to go to University. Peter tried to talk him out of it, but David argued that in his position he would rather get involved in the business sooner and learn 'on the job'. If he later changed his mind, he could always go to University then. And in that case he hoped he would then know what he wanted to study. He had no idea at the moment. He said he intended to follow up his 'A' level in economics, statistics and history with one in business and another in accountancy. That would take most of the year, although not full time. He would study at the nearby private school as his school did not cater for those subjects. His trustees agreed to let him have extra money on top of his allowance to pay the school fees and to buy a car and to take driving lessons. He would then be able to drive himself to his new school. James Squire, who was one of his trustees and who had become managing director of 'Market Solutions' after his father's death offered him a job during the summer at the firm as a small step into the company. David declined saying that he felt that might be awkward for everybody and that they should wait until he was 18 when a proper plan to introduce and integrate him into the firm could be prepared. David decided instead - and he did not tell his trustees about this - to apply to a rival firm for a summer job, as a means of gaining some experience of the business his father had been in. The rival firm he applied to was called Hendrix. It was many times bigger than David's fathers firm as it did more than just marketing. It was a publisher, a television production house and much else besides. He did not tell the company about his connection to 'Market Solutions' . To his surprise and delight David was invited for an interview at the firm. When he got to their HQ in London, he was told to go to the fourth floor and turn left out of the lift. He pressed the wrong button in the lift and ended up on the fifth floor. Not realising his mistake, he got out and tuned left and found himself in an office that from its layout and size was clearly the office of the secretary or assistant to someone important. At the desk was an agitated man, probably in his late 50's, who was trying to tell someone on the telephone, who clearly did not speak English, that a meeting had to be postponed from next Tuesday to next Thursday. "I am sorry but I don't speak Italian" the man shouted, in the hope of making himself better understood. "I do" said David "Can I help?" The man looked up and handed David the telephone. David listened for a moment before telling the caller in flawless Italian that the meeting had to be postponed. He promised that an email would be sent with the new arrangements. He hung up. "Thank you. You don't speak any other languages do you? My assistant, who has somewhat selfishly gone into hospital, always arranges these things. I have 10 people to inform and only one of their assistants has so far spoken English." "Give me the details. I'll sort it out." The man handed David a file that contained a list of contact details. David called and dealt with all those on the list in their own languages, even persisting in speaking Dutch when the person the other end insisted in speaking English. When he had finished he said to the agitated man "I promised to email the new details. Do you want me to do that?" At that point a lady came in. She recognised David from the photograph attached to his application. "You were supposed to come to see me at human resources on the fourth floor." To the man she said "I am sorry you have been disturbed Mr Hendrix." The penny dropped with a thud for David. "You are here for a job....emm...Mr....emm..?" Mr Hendrix asked. "David, David Jenkins", he said. "Yes for a summer job." "Then you have one. As I said my secretary is in hospital. You can fill in for her. You will start today." Just a statement not a request. David willingly, and the lady from HR more reluctantly, obeyed. The woman from Human Resources sorted out the contract details, security pass and so on, and David established himself behind the MD's secretary's desk. David soon realised that Mr Hendrix was ill mannered, demanding and selfish. David was happy to work hard but would have appreciated the occasional 'thank you' or word of encouragement. Complaints came readily to Mr Hendrix's lips, but little else. He made a mental note to think about the style of boss he should aim to be, and that would certainly not include being a Hendrix. But David noticed that Mr Hendrix was like that with everybody whatever their status and not just with him. He not only owned a large part of the firm, he WAS the firm and expected everyone to acknowledge his superiority. It was clear to David that while people respected him, nobody really liked him. David found that the best way to deal with him was just to tell him things directly and without any varnish, and to disregard his rudeness. Initially David's biggest problem was getting to know the other people in the firm and who might get access to the boss and who should not without first getting the nod from Mr Hendrix. He found photographs of the directors in the annual report and so avoided upsetting them. By the end of that week he was on reasonable terms with all the directors and senior staff except one. They seemed to accept David as he was the gatekeeper to the boss and therefore in a powerful position. So they worked as hard to keep David sweet as he tried hard to be on good terms and to be helpful to them. The one exception was Mark Savage, the 33 year old director in charge of the marketing division. He had been in US for the previous 10 days and so they had not met. His description in the annual report said that he was born in Texas, was unmarried and had received his MBA from Harvard. His comparatively short career was nonetheless glittering. On the Friday morning of David's second week he walked into the office. David had thought him attractive in his photograph. The live Mark Savage was even better and made David's stomach tingle. David noticed his chiselled good looks with a square chin and large Adam's apple. He had short light brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing an obviously expensive grey suit (Armani David thought) with a pale blue shirt and dark blue tie, and highly polished black square toed cowboy boots with harness straps. He clearly knew how to wear clothes as well as what to buy. He would not have looked out of place as a model. "Good morning Mr Savage" David said. "How can I help you?" "Call me Mark, please. Is the boss in?" "Yes, but he is not available at the moment. I can try to fit you in later on this morning or early afternoon, Mr Savage." "Mark please. What's the old man doing at the moment?" "I don't think it appropriate for me to call you by your first name. I suggest you ask him what he is doing when you see him." Mark sat on the front of David's desk and looked David directly in the eye. "You're even harder to crack than old frosty knickers" he said with a broad smile. David noticed that he had great confidence and oozed charm. David felt his breathing getting a little shallow as he smelt that heady aroma of an alpha male. "I'm sorry?" David spluttered. "His secretary Miss Sullivan. She guards him like a lioness as well. Tell you what, let me take you for a drink after work and I will see if I can crack down the facade." David was sorely tempted as in other circumstances he would have jumped at the chance to get to know this man. "Did that work with Miss Sullivan?" David asked. "No. But then I didn't try with her", Mark replied with a wink. David was not sure how to interpret the wink. The tingle in his stomach told him that Mark was making a pass at him. His brain told him not to be so stupid and not to risk screwing up the chance to learn everything that this job offered him. Head won over stomach - and over his cock. "I don't think that would be appropriate either." David said. And then so he did not give the impression of also being completely frosty added. "In any case I think the bribe should include food if you want to try to get on my good side." David decided not to try a wink in return. Mark smiled, once again displaying his easy charm. "I'll think about that one." David saw Mark quite regularly. There was obviously something important going on involving marketing as Mark came to many meetings with Mr Hendrix and David received a number of sealed envelopes from Mark's secretary that were marked as 'eyes only' that he took to Mr Hendrix unopened. About a week after their first meeting, Mark arrived early to see the boss and sat on David's desk chatting in his friendly easy way, as he often did, until Mr Hendrix was free. "OK how about I take you to that posh new burger bar on the corner for a drink and something to eat? Would that get me on your good side?" Once again David thought he saw a wink. "Burgers? Ghastly American things. You will have to do better than that to charm me." Again David wanted to say yes, but let his head maintain control. "You really are playing hard to get", Mark said. Then the light went on on David's telephone to indicate that Mr Hendrix was free. Mark got off David's desk and went in. On Monday morning the following week Mark came into the office. "Last chance. I have got seats at Covent Garden to see La Traviata on Friday and I will take you to eat afterwards. As I have got the seats you have to say yes." David felt he could not refuse if he already had the tickets, and any way in his heart of hearts he did not want to refuse again. His attraction to Mark was growing with each meeting. "OK yes. But I haven't got anything appropriate to wear." David meant the comment as a joke, but Mark seemed to think he was being serious. "Wear anything. Your work suit or a pair of jeans even will do" He walked out. David decided just to go in his work suit. He knew Jeans certainly would not do. But on Friday morning, Mark's secretary, Liz, came in with a large flat box which she propped up against David's desk. "Mark asked me to give you this. He has got a number of meetings out of the office today so says he will see you in the bar at Covent Garden at 7.30. Rather you then me. I can't stand opera. But some people must like it as Mark had to fight for the corporate tickets which are always in demand." "Corporate tickets?" "Yes the company has a standing order for a box at Covent Garden. When it's not being used for entertaining clients, the directors and senior staff are allowed to use it. Did you not know?" David smiled. He had said that he 'got' the tickets rather than bought them. David wondered if maybe Mark was a cheapskate. David did not get a chance to look in the box from Liz until Mr Hendrix went to lunch. There was a card in a sealed envelope attached to the box that simply said 'I was being stupid. Jeans would not do and in case you have nothing better I have dug these out of my wardrobe. Wear any or all or none of them. So now at least you have a choice of something appropriate to wear. Mark'. Inside he found a pair on black leather trousers with black leather belt, a white knitted polo neck jumper, a blouson jacket in soft black leather and a pair of Marks trademark black square toed harness boots. David was grateful for the kind thought from Mark who clearly did not want David to feel embarrassed or out of place in the grand setting of Covent Garden. After all he had no way of knowing about David's soon to be wealth or the real size of his wardrobe. And the thought of wearing an alpha males clothes made his stomach tingle all over again. David changed in the office into all Mark's borrowed clothes and liked how he looked in the mirror. The soft leather trousers were tight in all the right places, especially the crotch. Mark clearly had good and expensive tastes in clothes, although David did not think that he wore them with as much ease and style as Mark would have done. David got the tube to Covent Garden. He found his way to the bar through the crowds of people. He saw Mark, in a dinner jacket with bow tie, standing alone at a high table with a half bottle of champagne in front of him and two glasses. "Good evening Mr Savage." "Tonight it is Mark. I insist. We are both off duty. You look great. I chose well. I could have leant you a tux but I thought you would look better in something more casual. Glad my clothes fit you." "I wasn't sure how I looked, Mark. But I guess I must look OK, as I had my bottom felt twice on the way through the people. I suppose it they could just have been feeling the leather rather than me." Mark laughed, although David wondered if he had said too much. They drank the champagne and chatted and when the bell sounded, they made their way to their box. David was impressed with the performance. It was a traditional setting of the opera and David thoroughly enjoyed the first half. In the interval they returned to the bar and had a second half bottle of champagne between them. David had been wrong about Mark being a cheapskate. It was vintage champagne that they drank. Unless, he wondered, he could charge it to the firm. "I had better tell you Mark that I always cry at the end of Traviata." "That's OK, so do I. But don't tell them at the office. They all think I am a tough cowboy." David saw that wink again. "We can share my handkerchief." David and Mark both cried at the end of Verdi's masterpiece when Violetta died. Mark took hold of David's hand as they shared the emotion that the opera and this magnificent production had generated. Mark wiped his eyes with the handkerchief from his top pocket and handed the cloth to David who did the same. When they got outside, David asked where they were going to eat. "I thought restaurants might be a bit crowded tonight, so I got a hamper from Fortnum's and thought we could eat at my apartment." David looked at Mark for a moment. Then he smiled and said that that would be great. As they walked to Marks home, he said "You could stay the night if you want to." "I would like that very much" David responded. Mark held his hand for a brief moment. They walked in silence for a further 10 minutes to the apartment, both anticipating what was to come. David entered first and as Mark closed the door, David turned. They looked at each other for a moment and then Mark took the two steps between them and took David's face between the palms of his hands and brought David's lips to his and they kissed. David quickly broke the kiss and moved a step backwards. Mark looked concerned. "Have I done something wrong? I thought you wanted this. I am sorry if I got it wrong." David took a step forward and took Mark's hand. "I do want it and you have done nothing wrong. I just felt a bit dizzy. Maybe it's your overpowering aroma or more likely it due to the amount I have had to drink. Anyway I told you that you have to feed me to get on my right side and that goes for double in terms of getting me in your bed." David grinned at Mark, who clasped his hand tighter and kissed him gently on the cheek. He led him into the lounge where a table was set with plates, glasses and a jar full of various cutlery. Mark left the room and came back with 2 large serving plates that had various types of filled rolls, pastries, cheeses, pates and one large pie. He went out again and returned with another bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket, a carton of orange juice and a bowl of fruit. "Orange juice for me" David said. "I have waited long enough for this and I want to enjoy you sober." Mark left the champagne unopened and poured them both a glass of orange juice. David decided to cut the golden crust of the pie. "Pork pie" he exclaimed. "My favourite." "And you criticise hamburgers" Mark replied. They ate and drank for a few minutes and then David did a fake yawn. Mark grinned and said "I had better put you to bed." He took David's hand and led him to the bedroom. David went and lay on the bed with his head and back propped up on the pillows. "Do you mind if I lie here and watch you strip? I want to take you all in." In reply Mark took off his jacket and undid his bow tie. He dropped them to the floor. He was not at all self conscious of what he had been asked to do. He then slowly and deliberately undid the buttons on his white shirt starting at the neck. As his fingers approached the bottom, he pulled the shirt out of his trousers. With the last button undone the shirt fell apart revealing a well muscled chest with some dark hair above his erect nipples and around his naval going down towards his crown jewels. David showed his appreciation by the sigh that escaped his lips and by fondling his own crotch. Mark removed the shirt and dropped it to the floor. He then turned to show David his broad back as he undid his dinner jacket trousers and let them drop from his waist. He bent forward and raised one leg to remove a boot. The bend revealed the round orbs of his arse cheeks, covered only by his white briefs. David licked his lips. Mark removed the other boot and then stepped out of his trousers. He slowly pulled down his briefs to reveal the full glory of his arse to a David who was getting more and more excited. Mark turned and stood with his hands clasped behind his back displaying his erect cut cock and magnificent balls framed by carefully trimmed hair. David thought his was the most beautiful body he had ever seen and a body in its prime. Mark continued to stand there while David got off the bed and quickly scrambled out of his own clothes until they were both buck naked. Mark examined David's body from a distance as he removed his clothes, and liked what he saw. He liked to have guys who were much more than boys but a little less than fully developed. He stepped over towards David, and for the second time their lips met. The passions they both felt meant this was a long and deep kiss while their cocks introduced themselves to each other. They both explored the others body with their hands as they kissed. David felt the seed rising in his balls and thought that it would take very little to push him over the edge as he was so excited. He broke the kiss and whispered in Mark's ear "Can we cool it for a moment. You've got me very close very quickly and I don't want to come yet. How about that glass of champagne?" Mark broke the embrace but kept hold of David's hand until the distance between them forced him to release it. He went to the lounge to open the bottle and pour two glasses of vintage fizz. When he returned to the bedroom he saw David putting down his mobile. David explained that he had just been calling his guardian to tell him he would not be home that night. "Guardian?" Mark said not understanding what David meant. "Oh my goodness", David replied as he understood the reason for Mark's perplexity. "Did you not know that I am 17 and therefore not fully independent?" "Seventeen! I am old enough to be your father. This is not right." Mark shook his head. "Why is not right? You wanted me a moment ago. And I want you now." Mark sat down at the foot of the bed and handed David a glass. "Are children allowed to drink champagne in this country?" The pained look on David's face made him realise he had spoken out of place. "I am sorry. That was crass of me. You are not a child and yes I still want you. But I am not sure it is right." "It is right for me. I am not a virgin. You have a beautiful body, a beautiful mind and a beautiful personality. I have never wanted anyone more. But if you want me to leave I will." Mark got off the bed and came and lay down alongside David and took his hand and kissed it. "When I was in the States, my secretary told me that the Boss had got a new temporary assistant. She knows me far too well, I guess, so left me to find out that the new frosty knickers was a gorgeous guy. I have made it a rule not to try to seduce people I work with. But with you I could not help myself. Will you give this old man a second chance, little boy?" David could see the charm had returned with the smile. "Only when I have finished this champagne" David said taking a swallow from the glass. Mark took hold of David's cock which had gone soft but was rapidly re-inflating. "You will be the first guy I have been with who has got a foreskin. In the States most of us get the chop." Playing further with his cock he added "And the first one with a ring through it too. Does the ring signify something like you don't screw guys?" "The ring is sort of memento from my first guy" David replied, adding "many years ago" to emphasise his maturity if not his longevity. "I screw guys, although I prefer them to screw me." He took hold of Marks cock and said "and I want this beautiful tool to be the first cut cock in me". Their eyes met. Mark took the half drunk glass from David and put them both on the cupboard beside the bed. He then rolled over onto David and kissed him, exploring his mouth and tongue with his own. David felt the passions rising in him again. "Please do it now. I am very near again. We can do it at a more leisurely pace later. But for now I want you in me. Mark broke the kiss and David put his legs on Mark's shoulders revealing his hole. David got some pre-cum off his cock and smeared Mark's cock and his own hole. He pulled his arse cheeks apart as Mark moved the glistening helmet of his cock towards David's hole. With an even pressure he slipped inside David. As his heavy balls hit David's arse and his cock head stroked his prostate, David gasped and shot his load over his chest. Mark moved to pull his cock out. "No" David said between shallow breaths." Leave it there." David pulled Mark's head down to his lips and they kissed again while locked together. "I don't normally come this quickly. But you are something special" David whispered between kisses. At first Mark tried to be gentle in his caresses as David's body was clearly still very sensitive. But David soon started to gyrate his body so that Mark's cock moved in and out of David, stimulating his solid tool. Mark joined in the gyrations, gradually building up speed until he shuddered and with a slight scream through his clenched teeth, shot his milky gift into David. When he got his breath back, he went down on David again and they gently kissed. After a while, Mark removed his cock from where it had been snugly held and stood up. "Shall we go and clean up?" he said holding out his hand. David took hold of it and followed Mark to the shower. They washed each other between kisses. "Does that make me a child molester?" Mark joked. "I think you have to do it a hundred times to be one of those. And I never could count above 99" David replied. They returned to the bedroom and got into bed. David got on top of Mark and started to explore Mark's chest with his mouth and tongue. Mark had the most sensitive nipples David had ever encountered. He teased them unmercifully, even holding Mark's hands down while he squirmed, so that he could not stop him. David was sitting on Mark's cock and rhythmically stimulating it as he rocked forwards and backwards with Mark's deep red cock head rubbing David's sweet spot behind his balls. They felt and played with each other and kissed and played with each other and even joked as they played with each other. But David kept his position astride Mark. It was obvious to David that they both near to climaxing for a second time. David moved himself back a little so as to free Mark's cock, which sprang up in front of him. David held the two cocks together in both hands, shaft against shaft. He rubbed the cocks up and down. In a couple of minutes Mark's cock erupted like a volcano throwing molten spunk vertically into the air. David bobbed his head down to capture some of the milky fluid, before it landed back on Mark, which he swallowed. When Mark had finished exploding, David released his cock and continued to rub his own. He came in waves across Mark's chest almost reaching his neck. Mark put his finger in the cream on his chest and scooped some of it into his mouth. David went down on Mark, chest to chest and they kissed gently but deeply. David rolled off Mark. "Wow" was all he kept saying. Mark reached for a towel he had brought from the bathroom and they cleaned the spunk off their chests. David curled his arms and legs over and around Mark and they went to sleep. The alarm clock woke them both at 6.30am. David propped himself up on his elbow and looking into Mark's eyes said "Was that the bell for round 3?" Mark pushed David away and got out of bed. "Definitely, but I think we should clean our teeth first." David's eyes followed Mark's naked form as he walked round the bed to the bathroom with his cock sticking out proudly and to attention in front of him. Then he followed him to the bathroom. They shared Mark's toothbrush. Mark said that he wanted to take a shower as he still had dried cum on his chest. He got in the large walk in shower followed by David. They stood there feeling each other and kissing. Their passions were even stronger this morning than they had been the night before. "Fuck me here, Mark, and take me with all the force you can" David asked. Mark saw that he was serious and used the shower gel as a lubricant for both cock and arse. David turned and placed his hands on the shower stall wall to brace himself and bent his head towards it with his legs apart. Mark entered him. He took the command to use all his force literally, although he probably could not have restrained himself even if he had wanted to. He slammed into David who gave appreciative groans. David came first followed by Mark who filled his belly with his seed. When Mark removed his cock, David turned and put his arms around Mark's neck. "That was amazingly good" David said. "You certainly like playing rough with the big boys" Mark replied. They showered and dressed. Mark put on a pair of tight blue jeans without underpants and a bright orange tee shirt. He gave David a track suit bottom and tee shirt. They went bare footed into the kitchen where Mark made coffee. They took some food from the previous nights hamper. It tasted good, even if the bread was a little hard. As they ate Mark quizzed David about his parents and the fact he had a guardian. David did not actually tell an untruth, but he did not reveal his potential wealth and certainly did not mention his father's firm. After they had eaten Mark sat back in the chair with his hands behind his head. David got up and sat astride him, and they kissed hungrily. "Will you stay with me today and tonight?" Mark asked. In response, David got off Mark's lap and got out his mobile from his track suit pocket and waved it at Mark. "Oh, the dreaded guardian." David dialled Peter, who he knew was an early riser, and explained Mark's offer. Mark could only judge the other side of the conversation from the deflated look on David's face. David disconnected. "He said no" Mark stated. David nodded. "He reminded me that I have a double driving lesson at 12.00 and that I could not cancel as the instructor had agreed to work this Saturday as a favour. Then I had promised to help with the shopping. Then Peter is taking me to his golf club for dinner. I am sorry. I would rather stay here impaled on your cock." David feeling a bit despondent went and changed into the opera clothes Mark had lent him. Mark offered to drive David home, but David declined. They kissed some more, but David left quickly. He did not want to get too excited again. Peter took his driving lessons and his instructor said that he was optimistic that he would pass his test the next week. He went to the supermarket with Mrs McTavish and helped carry the groceries home and put them away. He sat in his room reading the rest of the afternoon, but his mind kept being distracted by thoughts of Mark and thoughts of Marks body. Peter and David went out to dinner, just the two of them, about once a month. They both enjoyed the occasions although tonight David was clearly a little flat. "I can see that last night went well otherwise you would not be so grumpy about having to go out with me." "Yes it went spectacularly well." David told Peter about Mark. Peter expressed surprise that he was so much older than David and questioned whether it was wise to sleep with someone from work, particularly from Hendrix. "Of course it is not wise. But I can't and I don't want to be wise. He is pretty much my ideal. I like men of his age." David then leant across the table and tweaked Peter's nose. "Why else do you think I put up with you?" They both laughed. Peter only ever cautioned David, he tried never to dictate to him. He told him to be careful. David passed his driving test and on his first solo run, drove over to Mark's apartment. They made love again with as much passion as before. But David did not stay the night. From then on and once or twice a week, David would drive to work. After he finished he would put on his running gear and run round to Mark's apartment where he would spend a couple of hours, before running back to the office to pick up his car and drive home. One night as Mark opened the apartment door, David could see a stylish lady in her late twenties standing a few feet behind him. He went in and Mark introduced her as his sister Jessie. They shook hands and David asked if he could use Mark's shower to help him cool off after the run. David had left some clothes at Mark's and he dressed in them after the shower. Jessie was leaving when David appeared. She gave him a cool appraisal from head to toe, before giving him a beaming smile (she had Mark's charm) and saying goodbye. Mark and David enjoyed the rest of the evening making love and listening to music. The next day near lunchtime, Jessie walked into the office. "I thought I would take you to lunch." "Oh I can't leave Mr Hendrix. Perhaps you could lunch with Mr Savage? Jessie came and sat on the front of David's desk in a way very reminiscent of her brother. "Liz told me Mr Hendrix is out for the day." She gave David her beaming smile. "And I don't believe what my brother told me about you delivering papers to him at home. That's apart from the fact I could see everything you were carrying in your running gear - and that did not include papers or the clothes you appeared from the shower room wearing. So let's go to lunch. I will grill you even more than the steak I am planning to have and then I will decide whether you are a suitbale person to be in my big brothers bed." She was still giving David a dazzling smile. In an accent reminiscent of a Hollywood 1930's gangster, she said "Get your coat, kid." On the way to the restaurant, Jessie told David that she and her big brother were very close and she always enjoyed vetting his guys. She did grill David, although he managed to deflect her questions sufficiently to leave his ancestry a little vague. "You didn't tell me how old you are" Jessie asked. "That is correct." Jessie looked at him. "Do I have to saw you in half and count the rings?" "I am seventeen coming on a hundred and three. You age quickly when your orphaned at 8". Once again in the gangster accent, Jessie said "Don't try asking me for clemency, kid, just 'cos your an orphan. I know you killed your parents." They both laughed. Jessie reached across the table and put her hand on David's. "I like you David and I think you are good for my brilliant and stupid big brother. But remember, you will have me to deal with if you hurt him." "And who will look after me?" "Oh don't worry, I will tell him the same. Jessie Savage is on your side too. Mark saw David coming out of the lift. "Did you pass the Jessie test?" "She told me I was far too good for you." Mr Hendrix went for a meeting to Paris taking the early Eurostar train and planning to get a late one back. David decided to go and visit 'frosty knickers' in hospital. He had got Mr Hendrix to sign a card and even pay for some flowers, although under protest when David told him how much he planned to spent. David took them and some chocolates (dark ones Liz had advised him) he bought himself. He knocked the door of her private room and went in when invited. He introduced himself to Miss Sullivan who was about the same age as Mr Hendrix, with steel grey hair and bright penetrating eyes. She was not at all frosty. She looked at the card on the flowers. "That was a kind thought of you David" she said. She saw that David was about to say something. "I have worked for that man for over 30 years and I have to buy all his family birthday, anniversary and Christmas presents. I even have to buy my own Christmas present from him. So don't tell me this was not your idea. I know that man too well." David conceded the point. She opened the chocolates and popped one in her mouth. "Scrumptious" she said. She got another out and pooped into David's mouth. "You'll like that one. Orange cream. Too sweet for me." David pulled out a chair and sat next to her bed. Miss Sullivan told him that her operation, the details of which she did not reveal, had been a success and that she hoped to be back at work in two or three weeks. David told her that he would stay on until she returned. "Now young man" she said "I understand you have made good friends with Mark Savage." David blushed. "You can keep all sorts of things from your wife or husband or family, but you can't keep anything from your secretary. Liz came to see me yesterday. Mark needs someone in his life. It is time he settled down." "I don't know about that" David replied. I am not sure we would make much of a couple. But yes we are more than just very good friends. I am not sure I love him, but I do have a passion for him." "He is rather gorgeous. Does he still call me frosty knickers?" David rapidly changed the subject. When it was time to leave, they parted like old friends. Miss Sullivan actually returned to work two weeks later. For the first week, they shared the duties. But at the end of that week, David left without a word of thanks from Mr Hendrix, but best wishes from his other colleagues. David started his new studies, and continued seeing Mark as often as he could. In early December David came home from school and found James Squire with Peter in his study. He called to David. "Come in David we have something urgent we have to discuss with you." David stuck his head in the door. "Can it wait a little? I need to go and shower and change first. Are you staying to dinner?" The look on the two men's faces made it clear that Peter had not thought about that. "OK I will go and tell Mrs McTavish. Wait for the scream. I will liberate a bottle of something from the wine cellar." David left and went to the kitchen. Mrs McTavish did not scream. Her beef stroganoff would easily stretch to another if she did a few more vegetables. David got a couple of bottles of Burgundy from the cellar, both of which he opened. He went to shower and change, and 30 minutes later joined Peter and James in the study. "We have been approached for talks about a possible offer to buy the business. We will find out the full details tomorrow when a representative will come for an informal meeting. While the business has been doing well and is in sound shape, we are a relatively small player in the marketing game, and the business could do with more investment in modern technology than we can currently afford. We could of course borrow to finance investment, but the board has always taken a conservative view on borrowing . If the offer price was right, it might make financial sense to sell. If we could also get guarantees about redundancies, it might be in the interests of the employees. Peter and I, and, your other trustee, Sylvia, have the legal responsibility for deciding on your behalf whether or not to accept any offer that may be made. However as you are only a little over 6 months away from your 18th birthday, we feel you have to have a part in the decision. We would therefore like you at the meeting tomorrow." "But the decision will still be yours?" "Legally yes. But what we have decided is that if we choose to reject any offer, then that will be the end of the matter. If you think otherwise you could always sell when you take full ownership. If we decide that any offer should be accepted, we will only do so if you agree. In essence you have a veto. Does that sound fair?" "Yes" David replied. "But, if you don't mind me being frank, if you did it any other way, I could try to mount a legal challenge to any decision to sell my firm against my wishes." "Quite so." "You did not say who was making the offer." "Oh it's Hendrix. A man called Mark Savage, the head of their Marketing Division, is coming to see us tomorrow." The blood drained from David's face. "Mark?" "You know him?" "After you told me that I had to think about my future I decided to try to get a summer job at a rival firm. I did not tell you as I thought you might not like it. Peter reluctantly agreed to keep my secret. But by accident I ended up as old man Hendrix's assistant while his secretary was in hospital. And yes, I know Mark well." "Is that the same Mark as you.............." Peter said, his comment trailing off. "The very same" David responded. "This could get messy. At that point Mrs McTavish called them in to eat. They discussed the current state of the business over dinner although David's mind was only partly listening to the conversation. As soon as he could he went to his room. He thought for a while. If he talked to Mark before the meeting tomorrow, would he be breaking some strict rule of business ethics if not the law? He decided to call him anyway. But both his home phone and mobile went straight to voicemail. He left messages each time he called and he called both numbers every hour until he went to bed, telling Mark he had to speak to him. He even rang Mark's secretary, Liz. But she did not know why he could not be contacted. In the morning David got up and showered. On impulse he decided to wear Mark's leather trousers, jumper, boots and jacket that he had kept as he enjoyed the feeling of closeness to Mark that wearing them made him feel. He and Peter drove to the headquarters of 'Market Solutions'. They went into the boardroom where James Squire and the five other directors were seated around one half of the table. David went round and shook hands with each one except Sylvia to whom he gave a kiss. She, he supposed, could also be called 'frosty knickers' (and probably was by some), but David had great affection for this lady, whom he knew well. Peter and David sat down at two empty chairs either side of James. James explained to the meeting what he had told David the day before. He also gave the meeting details of David's job at Hendrix. When he had finished, Sylvia said "I have to ask you a personal and possibly embarrassing question David. I hope you don't mind." "When I was about 12 I remember asking you what a director did. I remember your answer. You said that a director was the conscience of the company and as such had to ensure that not only the best thing was done but that the right thing was also done. So I know your question comes from the company's conscience." Sylvia, a little embarrassed, coughed quietly and then said "I have heard a rumour that you know Mark Savage, shall we say, intimately. Can you enlighten us on that?" David looked at the table and thought for a moment. "Mark is a close friend of mine. More than that I do not consider to be the business of anyone here. I only found out about this meeting yesterday. I knew something was going on when I worked at Hendrix, and a takeover of another firm seemed the most likely explanation for all the secrecy. But I knew nothing of the details. Mark does not know my role in this company, and although I tried to call him last evening I did not get through. So we have not discussed it. Does that answer your question, Sylvia?" "Partially. But what of the future?" "I think when he walks in and finds me, I suspect he might never speak to me again. Indeed it might scupper the whole deal. But I am well aware of my responsibilities to myself, to the minority shareholders and to the employees of this company." Sylvia did not look totally satisfied but let the matter drop. There was a knock on the door and James Squire's secretary said that the gentleman from Hendrix was outside. James told her to show him in. As he came in, all but Sylvia stood to greet their visitor. She didn't need 'women's lib' to demonstrate that she was the equal of some men and the better of most. Mark had the same grey Armani suit on as when David had first seen him, and the same confident grin. That is until he saw David when his face froze with his mouth partly open. "Hello Mark. As you know I am David Jenkins. What I never told you was that my father started this firm and I am the beneficial owner of it." Mark opened and closed his mouth a few times but no words came out. He just looked at David. The situation was temporarily relieved by James's secretary bringing in coffee and biscuits which she set on the table for people to help themselves to. Mark just kept looking at David. David found it difficult to meet his eyes. He thought he could see a look on Mark's face that shouted 'betrayal'. The tension was clear to everyone in the room. As no one else spoke, David said "The board have invited me to this meeting as I am due to take full ownership of my father's shares in the company on my 18th birthday. They have given me a veto on any decision that they may recommend to change the status of the company." Mark began to recover his poise. "I am afraid that seeing David here makes my position almost impossible. I think I will have to report back to Mr Hendrix and seek further instructions. I am sorry to have wasted your time." With that he got up and left the room. The board sat silently around the table Eventually James spoke. "Oh dear. I thought if we could arrange a suitable offer it would solve more of our problems. I am now over 70 and was thinking of retiring when your father was still with us. I certainly intend to go as soon as is possible once you have taken control of your own affairs, although I will not run out on you. I believe Sidney and Fred have also been thinking about retirement. If a sale is not possible then we will have to give some urgent thought to succession planning." The other board members nodded agreement and the meeting broke up. Sylvia came up to David and took his arm. "Are you going to talk to Mr Savage?" "I think I have to, although he may not want to talk to me." David drove round to Mark's apartment that evening still dressed in Mark's clothes. He rang the doorbell. When Mark opened it, he pushed past him and went towards the lounge. Mark followed him blustering about how he had been betrayed and how David must leave. David thought he had been drinking. David said nothing. He went over to the telephone and pressed the voicemail button and put it on speaker phone. He counted off on his fingers each of the five messages he had left the day before. When they finished he said "And if you check your mobile you will find the same messages on that and I bet Liz has been trying to contact you on my behalf. I only found out about the meeting yesterday. As soon as I found out I tried to call you. I did not tell Hendrix who I was when I applied for a summer job, which was only supposed to be a very minor role in Marketing. If I had I told them I would not even have got an interview. And once you get caught up in a lie it is difficult to get out of it. Yes I should have told you. But all my life I have been the poor little orphaned rich boy with the golden future. I enjoyed being ordinary me and being looked after, cared for and in a way protected by Mark Savage. I did not want to spoil it by telling you. And the longer it went on the harder it got. I would not have done to you what I did today for the whole world. If only you had checked your voicemail." David wanted to cry as he realised that he loved this man, but knew that showing weakness would be a mistake. Mark slumped into a chair shaking his head. "You should have trusted me. But I was out of order just now and probably at the meeting this morning. When I saw you sitting at the table I wanted to grab you and shake you. And at the same time I wanted to hold you and kiss you." Mark looked up at David. "Well shall we just do one? And I don't like being shaken." David went and sat on Marks lap and Mark took him in his arms and they kissed. The kisses became passionate and each started to undress the other. They knew each other's bodies so well that they knew the places to lavish their attention. As usual Marks nipples became a main focus of David's hands and mouth. They moved from the lounge to the bedroom. A now naked Mark knelt astride a naked David looking down at him. Mark held David's hands alongside his head as he alternately kissed his lover and bit his neck and ears. David wanted Mark inside him as much as Mark wanted to be inside David. Their coupling happened quickly with Mark thrusting himself inside David with force in just the way he had found that pleasured David - and himself - the most. Mark fucked him with relish, still keeping hold of David's wrists. They both came together. Mark rolled off David and David put his arm around Mark and put his head on his cum splattered chest. David stayed the night with Mark. They awoke, still wrapped together. David said "I have an idea. Leave Hendrix and come to work for Marketing Solutions. I know you don't much enjoy working for old man Hendrix. No one does. James Squire and two of the board members will retire in the next couple of years. I think the board can be easily persuaded to recruit you at board level. Your qualifications, career and experience speak for themselves. And if there were an obvious successor on the board, James might give up managing the firm sooner rather than later and maybe just retain the Chairmanship for a while." "Are you offering me the job of MD? What about you? "No I am not. Although I will be majority shareholder, the appointment would have to be made by the board as a whole. I do not propose that this company will be run in the way Hendrix runs his firm. But the only other potential inside candidate would be Sylvia and I know that she does not want it. The board is fairly conservative and prefers to make top level promotions from inside. If you agree I am prepared to invest more money in new technology if that is what you and the board recommend. You could make the company grow and make it a real force in the industry. It would be your baby to shape and to nurture. As for me, my highest aspiration would be chairman and I won't be ready for that for quite a few years. If James wants to retire totally, Sylvia would make a great Chairman. You would enjoy working with her so long as you did not make the mistake of calling her 'frosty knickers'. You and I make a great couple and would make quite a team in business." "If you become chairman, will that mean I won't be able to fuck you?" Mark asked with a smile. "Not only will you be able to fuck me, I will order you to fuck me. I can be very demanding of my subordinates, so I hope you have the stamina. Let's get some training in now." David threw back the bed clothes and put his mouth over Mark's erect cock. When he felt it was sufficiently lubricated, he straddled Mark and with his right hand guided the cock to his eager hole and lowered himself down so that Mark was deep within him.