Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2003 12:42:00 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com> Subject: Cabin In Paradise - chptr 3 This story is purely fictional and is based solely on the author's imagination. Any connection between real people, or situations is purely coincidental. It depicts a love relationship between two men, both being of legal age. The author reserves all copyright privileges. This work may not be reproduced, except for personal use, without permission of the author, and may not be linked to any pay sites. Chapter 3 --- "It's good to have you home again, Master Kenneth," Rebecca said, passing him a platter of Filet Mignon sauteed in red wine and mushrooms. The aromas lingering in the dining room made my stomach grumble even more than before, and my mouth watered. "Thank you, Rebecca." Kenny smiled at her politely, as he set the platter down next to him. "I'll be visiting the firm tomorrow." Rebecca dropped her wine glass, which shattered on the table. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she exclaimed, as she quickly began to clean up the mess. Kenny and I rushed to help her, and Rebecca began to cry. Kenny placed his hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, Rebecca?" Through sobbing tears, Rebecca explained that an Associate Attorney had run the firm, as well as the other family companies. Kenny's mother had assigned this attorney, and even after her death, continued to run the operations. "Jackall!" Kenny uttered, a new fire appearing in his eyes. "Yes," Rebecca sobbed. Rebecca gathered the broken glass and napkins and left the room. "Is he really that bad?" I asked, trying to assess Kenny's sudden anger. "Steven Jackall is the worst attorney in Alabama, and everyone knows it!" "That's really his name? I just thought you were being mean." I couldn't help but giggle for a moment. Until my eyes caught Kenny's and the fire only grew larger. "Jackall came to my father's firm fresh out of law school. My father didn't know it, but he graduated last in his class." "Last?" I asked. "Dead last! He's an idiot, and probably run the firm into the ground. Still want to come with me tomorrow?" "I wouldn't miss it!" I smiled, trying to lighten Kenny's mood. Kenny slapped me on the back. "That's my man!" --- Kenny and I went to my guest room, and although Kenny wasn't ashamed of our relationship, there was a certain manner in which Kenny had to conduct himself while in Alabama. As he opened the door to my room, I was immediately taken aback. The room was even more 'museum-like' than the rest of the gloomy house. Dark, antique furniture adorned the room, and in the center of the room, the large four-poster bed laid waiting for its occupant. We walked inside, and Kenny closed the door behind us. As I turned and sat on the bed, I had a perfect view of an exquisite replica of the "Blue Boy" painting by the famous artist, Gainesborough. Kenny and I giggled for a moment, as we reflected on Gainesborough's reputation and the symbolism behind the painting. "My mother would have died if she'd known," Kenny giggled. Then, across the large room, perched rather cautiously under the large bay window, was a small French couch. Kenny followed my eye and smiled. "Ah yes. Nice piece, isn't it?" Kenny walked over and sat on the small couch. As I approached it, my eyes widened. The hand crafted detailing in the wooden arms and legs, and the intricate needlepoint stitching in the fabric was inspirational. "Come, have a seat. It's remarkably comfortable for a piece of furniture from the turn of the century." Kenny patted the cushion next to him. I wasn't sure which century he was referring to, but as an antique lover, I was in awe of this piece. I sat next to Kenny, and he immediately snuggled into my shoulder. "You know," he said, his eyes devilishly smiling at me. "This old couch has another benefit." Kenny moved his hand down my chest, continued down my stomach, and quickly cupped his hand under my crotch, squeezing my package gently. Whatever was on Kenny's mind earlier had gone, and now his focus was on me. "Aren't you worried that we'll break it?" I asked, as Kenny laughed, got up from the couch and began to undress. Kenny didn't answer me but continued to strip in front of me, teasingly, arousing every nerve in my body. Within mere moments, he was down to a skimpy pair of briefs that barely concealed his rising bulge. I reached out and pulled him to me, kissing and nuzzling his crotch, losing myself in his strength. I parted my lips, engulfing the fabric of his briefs, massaging his dick to its full length. I pulled on the sides of the thin waistband, slipping the briefs out of my mouth and down his legs. His hard cock slapped my chin and Kenny grabbed it, pointing it at my hungry mouth. He teased me for only a moment, before satisfying my craving to suck on his manhood. As I worked my tongue over and around his thick shaft, Kenny playfully removed my clothes, causing me to pause only once, to slip my still buttoned shirt over my head. "Stand up," Kenny whispered, through quickened breath. I released my lover's dick and stood, as he asked. Then Kenny smiled at me and softly said, "Now I'll show you what this couch is good for." With that, he laid face down onto the French couch, placing one leg over the armrest, and the other acrobatically over the high back of the couch. Kenny turned and smiled at me. It was clear to me that he'd held this position before, but now wasn't the time for 'twenty-questions.' My eyes scanned his firm, naked body stopping at his clean-shaven love hole, winking at me, inviting me in. I dove down onto him, burying my face in his smooth ass, poking my tongue passionately around his hole, occasionally poking his pink rosebud. Each time the tip of my tongue hit his spot, he ground his cock into the seat of the couch and moaned. "Yes, Russell, this feels wonderful. I told you this couch was great!" Kenny moaned out, panting for more. "Make love to me, Russell." I leaned up and kissed him, just above his waistline, on the soft curved part of his lower back. "Of course." I moved upward, sliding my body along his, until at last my throbbing dick, now leaking precum from its tip, was resting against his puckered hole. I barely pushed down, I was sure, and Kenny opened up for me, accepting my dick inside him, as though we were made for each other. His ass, hot and wet from my tongue, tightened around my cock, hugging it lovingly, urging my dick to provide the pulsing pleasure that it yearned for. I quickly complied, pulling my prick from Kenny's ass, just far enough for my tip to be squeezed by the end of his love canal, before thrusting back into my lover. After a few strokes like that, Kenny's breath quickened again, and I knew I was hitting his prized love spot, so I quickened my rhythm, sliding in and out of his awakened ass. With each thrust, I felt his hips buck back up against me, trying to bury my cock deeper and deeper inside him. "Russell, I love the way you fuck me!" Kenny uttered, through passionate breath. "You like that, huh?" I said, thrusting down again, even deeper, pressing my pubic bush hard against his ass cheeks. Kenny nodded and tilted his head down, totally lost in the bliss his body was feeling. Kenny reached his left arm around, grabbing my ass, pulling me harder and harder into him. Soon, the rhythmic sound of our wet skin slapping together filled the room, as did the aroma of our man sweat. My passion rose, and I could feel my juices boiling in my balls, aching to spew forth. I held onto Kenny's waist with both hands, slamming harder and harder still into him. I could no longer hold the forces of nature inside me, and my load jettisoned from me, filling Kenny with my hot cream. I continue to fuck him, the feeling of my slick cum encircling my cock, and leaking from his ass down his balls, only excited me even more. Kenny was the only man that I was ever able to have a dual-orgasm with, and I wanted to feel that again tonight. I pounded against him, his ass responding, squeezing against me, then relaxing, then squeezing again, working my dick. I could feel Kenny shifting his ass upward, and I felt his fingertips against my balls, as he began to work his own aching cock. In and out again, it was only moments when I felt that familiar tingle in my balls once more. "Kenny, I'm going to cum again..." I moaned, fucking his ass with all my might. My balls almost hurt from slamming against his ass, but I didn't care. I wanted so badly to blast again. My sweat began to drip from my chest, sprinkling Kenny's back before dripping down his sides. As I held his waist with my left hand, I massaged my sweat across his soft skin, mixing with his sweat. "Ohmmmm...uhhhh..." I moaned as my balls emptied the last of their gift into my lover's ass. I was sure it was only a small amount, but my cum began to leak from him, showing me I had completely filled him. I felt Kenny tighten his ass again, as his he raised up, spraying the French couch with his spunk. Thick creamy ropes of his passion lined the stitched material. Kenny's passion subsided after mine, and as we sat there, my dick beginning to slip from his ass, our breathing returning to normal, Kenny turned to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "I love you, Russell." "I love you too, Babe. Thank you for bringing me with you." --- As we stepped into the steamy water, I still could not get over the ostentatious decor of Kenny's house. Even the bathroom seemed something out of a fancy 'home and garden' magazine. But my amazement would quickly turn to heavenly pleasure as Kenny turned on the subsequent showerheads. Eight of them, to be exact, all spraying down on us from various directions. It was like standing in the middle of a grand marble room, and eight people hosing us off. Kenny made a few adjustments and soon the warm water caressed our bodies, washing our passion from us. I poured some clear liquid soap onto one of those fancy 'sponge poofs,' and the aroma of flowers filled the shower. I moved the bubbly poof across Kenny's smooth body, and was grateful indeed to be invited into his world. As I moved my hand to his neck, he stopped me, pressed our bodies together and passionately kissed me. We spoke not a single word in that shower, but our hearts spoke volumes. --- Kenny kissed my cheek as he pulled the covers to my neck and said good night. That night, I slept in dreamless sleep, resting the best I had ever rested. --- A knock on my door woke me the next morning. "Mr. Tibbs? Breakfast is ready in the dining room, Sir." I rubbed my eyes, and for a moment, had forgotten where I was. "Oh...yes, breakfast...thank you, Rebecca." I yawned. And then I called out, "Rebecca?" "Yes, Mr. Tibbs." "Has Kenny already eaten?" "Master Kenneth is waiting for you, Sir." "Oh...okay...thank you, Rebecca. I'll be right down." I looked around the room for my clothes, and discovered that they had been neatly hung up in a very large, dark wooded, freestanding closet. As I swung open the heavy doors, the aroma of cedar enveloped me. I selected a dress shirt and dress pants, and quickly put them on, and proceeded out of the bedroom. I would return from breakfast to find my bed made, fresh flowers in the vase next to it, and the closet, once again, neatly organized and closed. "Good morning!" I proudly announced, as I entered the dining room. Kenny looked up and smiled at me, encouraged by my positive cheer. "Well, it seems someone slept really well last night." I circled the large 15-person table and leaned in next to Kenny's neck. "Not as well as when I sleep with you." And after looking around, planted a small loving kiss on his neck. For the first time since I'd met Kenny, I saw a blush of redness appear on his cheeks. I selected a chair three positions from Kenny, in an act of 'proper manners.' It was for Rebecca's benefit, and Kenny knew it, smiling at me in approval. Rebecca served my plate, lifted the crowned silver dome from it. As the cloud of steam escaped, my nostrils were presented with an array of aromas of fresh cut oranges and melon, French toast, lightly syrupy with a sprinkle of white powdered sugar, and three bacon strips, crispy, just like I like them. I looked at Rebecca in amazement and then at Kenny. "Master Kenneth thought you would like this for breakfast, Mr. Tibbs. I hope this is satisfactory." Rebecca said. "Yes, yes...it's wonderful, thank you. And, please, call me Russell. Thank you, Rebecca." "You're welcome, Mr...uh, Russell." She stuttered. Kenny giggled to himself. Between him and I, we were turning Rebecca head over heels against the properness of the South. "I've arranged for a meeting at the firm at ten o'clock this morning," Kenny said, biting into his French toast. "All of the managers will be there." "Including Jackall?" I asked, making it clear that I had paid close attention to Kenny and was prepared to back him up all the way. "Yes, including Jackall. This should be an interesting day, Russell. Just promise me something." "Yes?" "If anything gets weird...you know...out of control," Kenny hesitated for a moment. "You won't let me lose control, will you, Russell?" "I'm here for you, Kenny, only you." We finished our breakfast in peace, and my frequent glances at Kenny made me realize that his mind was once again filled with the pressures and possible dilemmas of his new estate. I finally dropped the fork on the china plate with a loud clang that echoed through the dining room. Kenny's head snapped upward, his eyes locking on mine. "It will be fine, Kenny. Breathe!" Kenny looked at me queerly, and then smiled. "You're right. No use fussing over it now." He wiped his mouth and put down his linen napkin. "I'm going to change. Be ready in fifteen?" "Agreed." I said, placing my napkin on the table. --- As we exited the large front doors, I noticed our rental car was no longer in the driveway. I immediately looked at Kenny. "Uhhh, do you guys have a car theft problem down here?" Kenny giggled. "You're so paranoid, Russell. I arranged for the car to be returned. We won't be needing it anymore." He walked down the steps. "Well, unless the bus stops at the front of those gates..." My statement was interrupted as we approached the front of a large two-story building, four garage-sized doors facing us. Kenny pulled a small black box from his pocket, and pushed the button. All four doors began to rise. "You were saying?" Kenny smiled at me. I scanned across the garage. I could tell that it was not only four sections wide and two-stories high, but two car lengths deep. As we walked closer, I almost sprung an erection, my wildest dreams coming true. There, at our disposal, were 7 choices of transportation. "So?" Kenny pointed. "Shall we take the limousine?" This sat in the last stall, taking the entire two-car length space. "The Porsche?" Kenny looked at me, seeing my eyes widen. "There's a vintage '67 Jag back there. Or perhaps, you'd feel more comfortable in the Mercedes?" I readjusted my dick in my suit pants, and leaned closer to him. "Are all these yours?" It was a stupid question, but what else could I say? "They are now." Kenny smiled. "Kenny," I said, sliding my hand across the sparkling paint of the Porsche. "Maybe we should go in a little low key, you know?" "I suppose you're right." Kenny said, walking to the back of the garage. Kenny produced a key, and opened a faded metal box. He pulled a key ring from it, and then once again, locked the box. "The BMW then." In the last stall, in front of the door, was a fairly new BMW 750 IL. A large car, by my measure, but certainly the most 'low key' of the choices we had. Kenny and I jumped in, Kenny fired up the engine, which started immediately, and we headed down the drive toward the large gates. --- As we drove through Birmingham, I began to feel more and more comfortable in the fine leather seat of the large BMW. Kenny chattered on nervously about the town and some of his childhood memories. "And here we are," Kenny said, pulling into a parallel space in front of a large office building. As I stepped out of the BMW, I looked up at the nine-story glass front building. "Wow. Impressive." Kenny laughed. "The building's mine, but the firm only occupies the top two floors. Come on, I'll show you around." As we entered the lobby of the building and made our way to the elevator, how modern the building looked impressed me. Surely, it had been in the family for some time, but they apparently took great pride in continuing to update its appearance. 'DING.' The elevator doors opened on the eighth floor and Kenny stepped out, me in his shadow. The phones were busily ringing off the hook as a rather chubby looking white woman quickly transferred the calls to other extensions. With each ring, she uttered the same well-rehearsed greeting. Never before had I heard Kenny's last name uttered so often nor so quickly. "Please, Miss, I have to see Mr. Jackall. It's important!" A tall, thin black man said, as he held his hands in front of him in a prayer position. Kenny and I both looked him over, and I was certain that the young man was no more than twenty years old. And by his appearance, had led a rather rough life. "Please, Miss, I need his help," he pleaded again, almost going unnoticed. That was, until the receptionist finally threw off her headset; stood up; leaned over the counter; and in the meanest and loudest voice I've ever heard, said, "Ain't nobody here gonna help a no-good nigger like you. Now get out before I call the Sheriff!" Kenny leaned over to me. "Guess I have my work cut out for me." I nodded toward the black man at the counter. "And it seems you know where to start." Kenny nodded back at me and we both stepped back as the man hung his head and started to leave the office. Kenny pulled him aside, whispered something in his ear, and then turned back at me. The man first looked stunned, then looked at Kenny. Kenny nodded and the man smiled. And then, surprisingly, the man got into the elevator and left. Kenny walked up to the receptionist before I could ask what he said. "Excuse me. My name is Kenneth Schilte and I have an appointment with Mr. Jackall." The receptionist looked up at Kenny and froze in place. "Did you hear what I said?" Kenny said sternly. "Oh...yes, Sir, Mr. Schilte. I'll let Mr. Jackall know you've arrived. Please, come with me. I'll show you to the conference room." She uttered nervously, once again, standing behind the counter. "That won't be necessary. I was here long before you. Just tell Mr. Jackall I've arrived." "Yyyyyes, Sir." She stammered, desperately trying to rearrange the headset over her ears. "Come on, Russell, the conference room is this way." Kenny said authoritatively, and led me down a serious of cubicle-coordinated hallways before reaching two dark wooden doors. Kenny pushed open the doors, and the three people seated inside looked up at him, rather stunned. "You folks need to move to the deliberation room. There's an important meeting scheduled for this room." An older, well tanned man stood up. "And just who the hell do you think you are?" "I'm Kenneth Schilte, owner of this firm, this building, and your punk-ass job. Now move!" It was a side of Kenny I had never seen. So forceful and commanding, I took a step back myself. The man huffed, collected his papers and showed his associates to the deliberation room. After they left, Kenny closed the doors, sat at the head of the table, put his feet on the table and said proudly, "Well, at least they know who's in charge!" Kenny laughed, and I couldn't help but join him. He was right. He may have been gone for years or only a few months, I didn't know for sure. One thing was for sure, his name carried the weight, and it was his to thwart as he saw fit. Kenny lowered his feet to the floor. "Mom would have killed me if she saw that." His face began to redden. A moment later, the door to the conference room opened. "Kenny!" I turned to see a rotund man in his late forties burst into the room. His balding head did nothing for his looks, but then, neither did his graying hair, and lack of a neck under his three chins. "How good to see you again!" The man chuckled as he extended his hand. "Hello, Jackall," Kenny said, shaking his hand begrudgingly. "Sure wish it was under better circumstances. Frankly, your mother was quite dear to me!" Jackall said, his 'used-car-salesman' smile painted on his face. "Let's get down to business, shall we, Jackall?" Kenny said, in his new commanding voice. Jackall looked around for a moment, unsure where to sit. It was clear that he was used to occupying the 'head chair,' and Kenny had purposely taken that seat. Then, Jackall's eyes came on me. "Oh yes, Jackall, you haven't been properly introduced. This is Mr. Gibbs, my Financial Advisor. He'll be assisting me during the transition." Kenny said. "Transition, Kenny?" Jackall's smile disappeared, and he didn't bother to shake my hand. "And Mr. Gibbs has full authority under my direction, Jackall, so let's not think of giving him any of your Alabama bullshit, all right?" Kenny's glare could have melted steel. "Full authority...yes, Kenny, of course. Your direction." Jackall repeated the words, but could see his world crumbling around him. "We're going to start with a few things here, Jackall, then I'm calling a meeting of your top managers. I want everybody on board with this. They need to know whom I am, who Mr. Gibbs here is, and that my decisions are not up for negotiation. Clear?" Jackall by now could only nod, his disbelief increasing by the moment. "Oh yes, there's one more thing...excuse me..." Kenny picked up the phone and dialed zero. The receptionist answered. "This is Mr. Schilte." Kenny paused. "Yes, there's a gentleman in the lobby downstairs. Send someone down to retrieve him, and put him in one of the counseling offices. I'll be assigning an associate to help him." Kenny paused again. "How will you recognize him? Well, that's easy, he's the same young man you just screamed at not fifteen minutes ago!" Kenny hung up the phone, and smiled at Jackall and I. "It seems that we've lost the friendliness that my father grew this firm on!" "I'm sorry?" Jackall uttered, his eyes dazed and confused. "Never mind. Let's get down to business." Kenny spent the next twenty minutes, rattling off an outline of the changes he would be making. He'd agree to keep the firm open, but there would be a new infrastructure, which meant that Jackall was welcome to continue his employment, but certainly not in the 'lofty position' that he'd held up to now. The Estate Will required that the firm remain open, and that was okay with Kenny, but the Will never made any mention of how it would be run. Indeed, Kenny knew that it was his mother's way of 're-involving' Kenny in the family firm. It worked. Kenny was already making major advancements in the firm. --- Kenny spent the rest of the afternoon in meetings with the top managers, mid managers and then a quick introductory meeting with the general staff. These meetings were well received; even more so than the initial meeting with Jackall. Though Jackall was obligated to attend every meeting, each time Kenny announced that Mr. Jackall was now receiving his orders from Kenny; and consequently the top managers also reporting directly to Kenny; Jackall cringed inside, but maintained his painted smile. As for the black man who had been treated so poorly, Mr. Thomas Edwards, a three year associate of the firm, volunteered to hear the man's case and handle it personally. Kenny smiled, patted the man on the back and announced for all to hear, "Now, that's the spirit of my father's firm!" I smiled inside and I knew that Kenny was beaming. It was going to be the beginning of a special kind of involvement in the family firm. And Kenny seemed to feel 'right at home.' Kenny and I were about to leave for the evening. A glance at my watch indicated the approaching six o'clock hour, and I was getting hungry. As we stepped to the elevator, Mr. Edwards stopped us. "Mr. Schilte, may I have a word?" "Certainly, Thomas. What can I do for you?" "I've spent the last three hours speaking with Brian Stills. I think you should see him, Sir." "Brian Stills?" Kenny asked. "Oh yes, the black man I assigned you." "Yes, Sir. Sir, I think we may have a real problem here." Thomas said, almost in a whisper. "Fine. Set it up for nine in the morning. I'll meet with him then." Kenny said, pushing the elevator button. "Thank you, Sir." Thomas said, turning to leave. "Thomas?" "Yes, Sir?" "Make sure it's nine promptly, and you need to be there as well. Good night." Kenny said, stepping through the open doors. "Yes, Sir. Good night, Sir." Thomas smiled largely and returned to his office. As the elevator doors closed, I looked at Kenny. "Problem?" "We'll see." Kenny said, moving closer to me as the elevator started down. When Kenny reached me, he pressed his lips to mine. "I've been wanting to do that all day!" Kenny smiled at me. "Me too," I agreed. "I don't suppose," Kenny brushed his hand across my crotch. "You'd like to try that couch again?" I didn't get a chance to answer. The elevator stopped and Kenny stepped back, as though nothing had happened. The doors opened and we exited. --- I hope you're enjoying my story of Russell and Kenny. I welcome comments and questions, so email me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com I also have other stories posted on Nifty. If you'd like the titles, just ask me.