Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2003 20:08:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Terence Audette <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lost and Found 5

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                    Lost and Found 5


Michael and I walked out of the conference room with his
attorney, Brian, and my attorney, Joe Callin.  We stood
together in the hallway while both Joe and Brian took off
for their offices.

Michael was wearing a very light gray Glenn plaid suit with
a gold tie and no underwear.  The finely woven light wool
material had molded itself perfectly to his ass when he
turned earlier to hang up his suit coat.  That was something
that kept going in and out of my mind all during the meeting
we had just concluded.

I was standing with my hands in my pockets and kept my face
as expressionless as possible because I knew that we were
being watched, even if we couldn't be heard.

I smiled at Michael.  "I wanna fuck you."

He grinned at me.  "Now, how would you like your mother to
hear you talking like that?"

"Well, it's not like she's a regular mom.  More like a
Cruella DeVille mom.  Wouldn't surprise me a bit if she had
a Dalmation coat buried in one of her closets."  I leaned
against the door jamb with my hands still in my pockets.

I asked him.  "Does this agreement satisfy you?  Can you
really live with it?"

Michael was lightly kicking the carpet with the toe of his
shoe.  "You're not gonna, like, start buying me all kinds a
things are you?"

I smiled.  "You don't like German cars?"

He smiled back and then kinda ducked his head.  "They're
okay, maybe a little pushy."  He glanced quickly down the
corridor at the secretaries beyond.  "It's just that the
thing I really like....really, really like, is free."  He
glanced up at me and his hazel eyes flashed and then he
smiled.  "Okay, maybe one BMW."

"I wanna kiss you."  I was staring deeply into his beautiful
eyes.

"They're all watching, ya know?"

"I still wanna kiss you."  I held up my hands.  "I know, I
know, I won't.  I could buy you lunch, though."

"No such luck.  I'm lunching with a client and then working
my fucking ass off on the acquisition that I'm trying to
talk them into making."

"Well, I guess that means I have to go back to work myself."
I wanted so to touch him.  See ya at home later.  Bye, Hun."

                         ----------------------

Walking past Rosie's desk she handed me a stack of opened
letters, most with yellow stickem notes attached.

"Geez, Rosie, you been saving these for a slow day? "

"You're just popular, Boss.  How did the meeting go?"

I stopped walking and thought for a moment, reliving the
bits of the meeting.  "Good, Michael seemed happy, and that
was the whole point of the thing.  And Joe and Brian had
really worked this out, really given it some thought.  I was
impressed.  There was a lot of stuff that I had never even
considered, much less put a price on.  But the important
thing is that what they came up with is fair, for the both
of us."

"Boss, I set a list of appointments on your desk.  I didn't
figure you'd be back this early, so they don't start coming
until two o'clock.  Ya got some time to think."

I turned back and sat on the edge of Rosie's desk.  "Rosie,
ya think Ralph is bothered seeing two gay guys?  Cause,
like, ya know, we don't always wear bathrobes and stuff;
lot'sa times we're walking around in our boxers and stuff.
I mean, he's never said anything and, knowing him, he never
would, but I was wondering if it bothered him."

Rosie smiled evilly and leaned back in her seat, resting her
arms on the chair's.  "I think you two are so cute."

"Cute?"

"Not my word, Boss, his.  You gotta remember that you're
someone he's been worrying over for more than thirty years,
from the time you was a little boy.  He spent a lot a time
see'n you unhappy and now he's see'n you the other way, and
see'n you happy makes him happy.  Plus the fact that I
happen to know for sure that he likes Michael."

"He told you that?"

"Yep.  Michael has always been polite to Ralph, never
treat'n him like a servant; that counts for a lot.  Plus the
fact that Ralph sees Michael reading.  May seem like a
simple thing, but Ralph don't have much time for people who
don't read books.  Truth be told, Boss, boxer shorts or bare
ass naked, I don't think you guys are gonna do much to upset
Ralph.  You know how he is, even better'n me, once he makes
up his mind about a thing or a person, he don't change it
much.  He thinks you guys are cute and, anything short of
your committ'n an axe murder, he's gonna keep on think'n
you're cute."

"Well.....that's a relief.  It's just that it's not always
easy to know what people are thinking." I got up and started
to walk to my office.  "How are the markets doing?"

"Up and down mostly, Boss.  But I'm telling ya, we gotta
start buying gold.  I know you don't think much of it, Boss,
but just remember the basics.  The commercials are short
three and a half years of production.   Gold keeps edge'n up
and, eventually, they're gonna have to cover those short
positions."

"How would you handle it, Rosie?"

"Boss, we been need'n a precious metal sector fund for a
while now, and I can't think of a better time."

"Get some people on it, Rosie.  Gimme a proposal."  I
started to turn toward my office.

I could hear the smile in Rosie's voice even without
looking.  "It's on your desk, Boss."

I kept walking but had to smile.

                    -------------------------------------

Michael was lying on our bed on his stomach wearing only
gray, knit gym shorts that were riding up his beautiful
butt; his back and shoulders flaring out in a "v" from the
waistband.  He was reading the rough draft of a contract for
a client and wearing small black-rimmed reading glasses that
made him look even more adorable than usual.  I was reading
Rosie's proposal, there was nothing on TV, and around nine
o'clock we just ended up in bed, both of us cleaning up
loose ends from work.

Michael pulled his glasses off, folded them carefully and
put them on his night stand.

I looked at him.  "Done working?"

"Yep.  I been reading contracts from nine this morning, and
the words are beginning to run together.  That can't be good
for our clients."  He swiveled his body around and laid his
head on my stomach, his right arm lying across my hips.

I reached down and gently ran my hand over his hair.  "Tough
day?"

"Nah, tedious.  A let's-negotiate-every-fucking-word day.
Wears me out, but at least that part is finished."  Michael
cupped my cock and balls, which at the moment were encased
in boxer briefs.

I laid Rosie's proposal on the night stand and tugged at
Michael's shoulders until he came up on the bed and shoved
his left arm under me and laid his head on my shoulder.  I
lifted his chin with my left hand and looked into his eyes
and then lightly kissed him.

I laughed.

"What?"

"You look like a little boy tonight."

"Now what on earth makes you say that?"

"I dunno.  Sometimes you just get a kinda little boy look to
you.  Actually, it's sexy as hell."  I scrunched down and
pulled his right leg over me.  "By the way, Rosie tells me
that Ralph thinks we look cute and doesn't give a fuck about
us walking around in our skivvies.  That was something I was
kinda wondering about."

Michael lowered his head, ran his tongue over my nipple and
then looked up.  "Actually, I knew that."

I pushed his head lightly down to my nipple again.  "How did
you know that?"

Michael smiled up at me.  "I asked him.  Subtle, huh?"  I
laughed and he went back to my nipple.

"What'dya mean?  How did you ask him?"  Michael was pushing
his hand down into my briefs and playing with my cock,
squeezing it and running his thumb around the head.

"I just asked him if having a couple of gay guys running
around half-naked all the time weirded him out.  He said he
was just happy that we were comfortable with him here and
that we were happy.  We had a nice talk.  He's a really
smart guy.  Kinda reminds me of my grandfather."

I shoved my hand down the back of Michael's shorts and
played with his ass.  "Yeah, he is a smart guy."  I buried
my face in his neck and kissed and nibbled.  "Wanna fuck?"

Michael pulled my head back to his neck.  "Yeah, but do that
to my ear some more.  That's fantastic.  Ohh fuck, yes."
His skin was so smooth and warm.

After a while he pulled away and rolled onto his back and,
lifting his legs, pulled off his shorts and tossed them off
the bed.  He swung his right leg over my waist.

"I wanna ride it."  His cock was so hard that it was
practically flat against his stomach.

I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and
handed it to Michael.  "You do the honors."

He raised up while he lubed his ass and then reached back
and lubed my cock.  I wrapped my hand around his dick; it
was so hard I had to laugh.  "I'm afraid that I'm gonna
break this thing.  You got any blood left going to your
brain?"

"Oh, yeah, I can think and fuck at the same time,
well.....mostly."

He settled back down onto my cock, pausing for a moment
until it broke through the anal ring, and then let it move
totally into him.  I was studying his face as he took my
cock and watched his expression change from need to
concentration, to some pain and, then, to satisfaction.

"Feel good, Babe?"  Even though he was all the way down on
my cock I could still feel his butt adjusting itself to my
dick.

He tilted his head all the way back and then swung his head
forward, dropping his chin to his chest.  "How can that feel
sooooo good?  Am I some kind of a fucking slut that I can't
get enough of your dick up my ass?"

I ran my hands slowly up his thighs to his waist.  "No!
You've just got a normal sex drive and a really handsome
boyfriend.  If you were down at the docks somewhere, trying
to lure sailors off of ships, that might be something else."
I began to slowly fuck upwards into him, just a few
millimeters at a time and, moments later, Michael was moving
counter to me and pushing his ass down on my upcoming cock
and steadily making an "Ah, ah, ah" sound.  I watched his
face as he got lost in the fuck and moved into whatever
fantasy made him feel best.  I was very lightly stroking his
cock, my fingers barely touching it.  The precum was
beginning to flow in a steady stream, and I let it run over
my fingers and the back of my hand.

When he looked down at me, I brought my precum covered hand
to my mouth, smiled and then licked it clean.  His eyes
widened and he said, "Oh, fuck!"  Then I wrapped my hand
back around his cock, but firmer this time, and I began to
work the precum around, slicking him up.

Michael was picking up the pace, rising and falling faster
and faster on my cock while his ass was clamping tight one
moment and releasing the next.

I was getting close and I was pretty sure that he was, too,
so I twisted my precum soaked hand around the head of his
cock and then began beating him off hard.

His head was thrown back and he was whispering, "Fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me," as his knees gripped my hips and his butt
rotated back and forth.

He looked down at me with a look almost of panic.  "Cum in
me, Jeff!  Shoot in my fucking ass!"  Then he gasped and
made almost a gurgling sound just before he started
shooting.  He clamped down unbelievably tight on my cock and
this, along with his hips also rotating, pulled me over the
edge and I did as he had asked and began shooting in his
ass.