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
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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.