Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2001 12:14:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Orrin Rush <orrinrush@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lifeguard Series
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. If you are
offended by graphic descriptions of homosexual acts, go
somewhere else.
Copyright c 2001 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.
Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed
electronically or in any other manner without the express,
written consent of the author.
This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of the characters
to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence and not
intended. They are all products of the author's imagination.
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THE LIFEGUARD
Chapter 46
As soon as the Judge left the courtroom, all hell broke loose.
A lot of people that I assumed were reporters scrambled out
of the courtroom, others, in groups, seemed stunned by the
verdict.
I watched the attorney general. He was trying to calm his
troops who were screaming and yelling. When he finally got
their attention, I heard him say "Don't worry, we'll kill
this on appeal."
Now that it was safe to do so, our group got together outside
on the courthouse steps. Eric came over and put his arm
around my shoulders. "Looks like we won that round," he said.
It grew to be quite a crowd, and got larger as Annie and Jack
joined us, then Dr. Naimann came out. He was mobbed by the
press, so we moved away.
"We've gotta celebrate this," Eric said. "How about tomorrow
night in New York?"
There were nods all around, and Jack asked "Should I invite
Dr. Naimann?"
"Absolutely," I said. "Tell him to bring his wife."
We weren't jubilant. We all knew that this was just Round
One, and that the case would drag through the courts for
years. It was a major victory, for sure, but the war wasn't
over.
We all went back to Lawrence for the short trip to New York.
Eric got on the phone and when we got to the penthouse, all
was ready for us, even fresh flowers everywhere.
Laura was still with us, and her eyes almost popped out when
she saw the apartment.
We got settled. Jack wanted to make calls to the West Coast,
Annie planned to go to Sarah's, and would take Laura with her.
Ron and Jason were staying too. They felt it useless to burn
all that gas going home then coming right back.
Eric got on the phone in the den, calling Greg at Micron to
invite all of them and their wives to our celebration.
After dinner, Jack wanted to go back to the apartment to
work, but none of the rest of us were ready to turn in. Eric
hailed a cab and the four of us took off, Eric giving
directions.
"Remember the bar with the 'under the counter' action?" he
whispered in my ear.
I nodded and grinned, knowing that Ron and Jason hadn't been
there.
I think they were surprised that we'd take them to such a
nondescript bar when we knew about more exciting ones. They
didn't say anything, however.
We sat at the bar and ordered. Before long I felt a hand on
my crotch, rubbing, teasing. That was fine, but when whoever
it was reached for my zipper, I put my hand down to stop
them. Eric was watching me. "Just let 'em warm you up for
later," he laughed.
Jason was sitting next to me and I watched his face. First
there was annoyance, then surprise. "Holy shit!" he said,
"somebody's playing with my dick!"
Ron, sitting on the other side of him was grinning from ear
to ear while Eric and I burst out laughing.
"Oh my God," Jason said, spacing his words out. "I do
believe I'm getting a blowjob!"
"Me too, not bad either," Ron commented dryly.
There was a mirror behind the bar and it was impossible not
to watch them. Eric and I did our best to stay serious, but
we weren't too successful. They were obviously enjoying what
was happening, and let it continue to conclusion. Jason
stiffened and groaned. Ron was more active and twice as loud.
"Shit, he's going for seconds!" Jason mumbled.
"Save some for me," Ron warned him.
I felt a hand on my crotch again. I was hard by now, and the
stroking felt good. I saw Eric's grin in the mirror and knew
whose hand it was. I returned the favor.
The bar filled up and we watched several other guys go
through the gyrations of orgasm. Soon there was just about
standing room only behind us.
"Let's give some of these other guys a chance," I suggested.
Everyone agreed, and we decided we'd had enough and got a cab
home. There was no mention of the fact that Eric and I
hadn't participated until we got inside.
"You guys'd better do something for those," Ron said,
pointing at our tented pants. "Don't want to have to take
you to the hospital with busted blood vessels," he chuckled.
"Not a bad idea," Eric winked, and we excused ourselves.
"That was both hot and funny," Eric commented when we were
alone. "Makes me want some myself," he said, patting the
protrusion in my pants.
We undressed each other, something we hadn't done in weeks,
Eric taking the lead.
"Slow and easy tonight," he said, reading my mind.
He slipped over and hit a button that opened the drapes, then
came back and took me in his arms from behind. The lights of
the city were in front of us, and Eric's hard dick was
rubbing the cheeks of my butt. I ground into him while his
hands played with my nipples.
He turned me to face him and gave me a tender kiss. He moved
his head back to look into my eyes. There was so much love
there, then came back for more. This time it wasn't tender
but passionate.
When we came up for air, I could feel him dripping precum
against me. I reached between us and collected as much as I
could on my finger and brought it to my lips. Going back, I
picked up the drips from my own dick and put my finger in his
mouth. It was one of those moments that are not soon
forgotten.
We embraced on the bed, our dicks still rubbing. My hands
roamed over his soft skin, feeling the hardness underneath.
Every place I touched was hard muscle, making my tongue
frantic in his mouth and my dick throb between us.
I couldn't stand it much longer. I HAD to have him in my
mouth. We separated and I climbed between his legs. I
licked his shaven balls, tonguing them then taking them into
my mouth, eliciting moans from above. Moving slowly, I moved
up, inch by inch along the bottom of his throbbing cock.
When I got to the top, I slowed down and concentrated on that
spot behind the head with my tongue.
This made him thrash and moan louder. "Time out!" he said
after a few minutes of this. I looked up at him and grinned,
took a few more swipes with my tongue, then slid up his body
until our lips were locked again.
He rolled me off him, our lips never parting. Reaching down
he took my dick in his hand from the base and stroked
upward. When he reached the top, he gathered my precum, and
using it as a lubricant, gently rubbed the underside of the
head.
The combination of his lips, his tongue and his finger was too
much and it was my turn to call for a "Time out."
We resumed in a 69 position, taking our time, enjoying the
taste and feeling of having dicks in our mouths. We got close
a couple of times, but backed off. "I want you in me," I
told him.
He grinned and reached for the lube.
He entered easily, and when he was all the way in, leaned
forward to look into my eyes. "I love you," he said softly.
On every stroke my prostate sent shock waves through my
body. I felt him expand inside me. That did it.
It was one of those orgasms that seemed to last forever. I
was 'there" but then I wasn't. I felt Eric stiffen and pound
me harder through the blinding impulses that were going
through my brain, eventually flowing to a serene place of
total calm.
We held each other as the throbbing and pulsating subsided.
- - - - -
The celebration was catered by Chef Maurice. Who else?
The Micron group was jubilant, Sarah was congratulatory, and
I got a big surprise when Dr. Naimann arrived with a
strikingly handsome man with him.
He was introduced as Dr. Naimann's "partner". "I didn't
think you'd mind," he told Eric and me with a wink. Neither
of us had had a clue!
Everyone congratulated Dr. Naimann on his win. He made it
have a lot more meaning when he told us that the presiding
judge had never had one of his cases overturned on appeal.
During cocktails, I noticed Eric and Greg slip off to the
den. They were gone only a few minutes, and Eric came out
trying to suppress a grin. "Tell ya later," he told me under
his breath.
The case was about the only topic of conversation until, over
dinner, Sarah asked "What are you going to do with all that
money?"
"Dave and I are giving our share away," Eric told her. "I'm
going to be coming to you for some help, if we ever collect
any of it."
"Tina and I are planning the same thing," Annie added. "Will
you help us too, Sarah?"
"Of course, my dears," Sarah said.
A case of Dom Perignon was consumed and for a finale Chef
Maurice showed up to create a massive flaming dessert at the
table.
"We can't even get a reservation at his restaurant, and here
he is, serving you himself," Jerry complained. "How do you
do it?"
- - - - -
"Old Doc Naimann sure surprised me," Eric laughed. "My
gaydar must be busted. I sure never got any vibes from him."
"I didn't either," I admitted. "Hey, what's going on with
Greg?"
"He gave me an offer to take home to Spence."
"Any good?"
"Any good?" he chuckled. "I think it's fucking fabulous!"
"Well, tell me, dammit," I laughed.
"They've been playing with his operating system and I guess
they really like it," he said, toying with me. "How does
twenty percent of the company sound?"
I whistled. "Not bad! Do you think Spence will go for it?"
"No problem. He was hoping for ten percent and will jump at
this."
"How are they going to do it?" I asked.
"They're going to issue more stock. It's already been
approved by their board of directors, and as soon as Spence
agrees, they'll go to the stockholders. That won't be a
problem since the four of them still own around 70%. It'll
cause some dilution, but they figure it's going to be well
worth it."
"When is all this going to happen?" I asked.
"It'll take a couple of months," he answered.
"You realize, of course, that it'll become public knowledge,
don't you?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You'll own over 5% of Micron, and that'll have to be
reported in their annual report. That will definitely not go
unnoticed," I chuckled.
"Never thought about that," he said.
- - - - -
On the ride home, Annie was having fun playing with all the
gadgets on the new plane. Jack, the workaholic, had his
laptop computer out and was working. Laura was reading, and
Eric and I settled on the sofa by the galley. There was
enough room so everyone had privacy.
"You've mentioned that you have plans for the New Hampshire
money, if we ever get any," I told Eric. "Are you ready to
let me in on it?"
"Something happened a couple of months ago that really pissed
me off. I'm going to do something about it if I have to use
my own money," he said.
"What?"
"As you know, Jim's hiring a lot of lifeguards," he said.
"All the old guys are running off to get 'married' like I
did," he snickered. "In the last batch, one of the kids,
fresh out of high school came up HIV positive."
"That happens," I said.
"But it doesn't have to," Eric shot back. "Turns out the kid
didn't know any better. He's straight and never thought it
could happen to him.
"Somewhere along the line, the ball got dropped. All the
education programs that let the kids know about the dangers
of unsafe sex have just about disappeared."
"I didn't know that," I said.
"It's happening," he assured me. "The emphasis is on finding
a cure and prevention has taken a back seat. I want to
change that, get the word out, at least until they do find a
cure."
"How do you intend to do that?" I asked.
"Posters and brochures help, but I think the personal touch
would be the most effective. Have teams that visit schools,
put on assemblies, and present it in a way palatable to even
the Bible thumpers. Who's better to do this than lifeguards?
They're glamorous, looked up to and would get the kids'
attention. Hell, Baywatch is one of the most watched TV
shows in the world!"
"Hunky guys and beautiful girls would get their attention,
that's for sure," I added.
"In a lot of the country, working as a lifeguard is seasonal,
only during the summer. This would provide off-season
employment for a lot of them, and I think a lot would do it
for nothing, but I want to pay them and all their expenses."
"You've given this a lot of thought," I commented.
"I think it'll work, but I'm going to need a lot of help," he
said. "I plan to talk to Sarah about setting it up, and
Mom's agreed to help on the presentations themselves. We'll
need a lot more help than that to make it effective. What do
YOU think about it?"
"I think I married a pretty wonderful, caring guy," I told
him, taking him into my arms. "You can count me in," I
continued. "If we ever get any money out of New Hampshire,
my share goes into the pot too. In the meantime, if you need
any money to get started, just let me know. I think you have
a wonderful idea and I'm behind you a hundred percent."
"I was hoping you'd go along," he said. "Don't forget your
animals, though," he kidded.
"I'll take care of them too," I assured him.
- - - - -
Eric was pensive for a couple of minutes. "You've used the
term 'married' quite a few times lately," he stated. "Every
time you say that word, I get chills."
"Is that good or bad?" I chuckled.
"Good!" he answered. "I know that you were humoring me when
I came up with the commitment ceremony idea, but I think
you've changed your mind a little. Haven't you?"
"At first, I thought it was silly, meaningless, then, to be
honest, I got scared," I told him. When he looked at me
questioningly, I continued. "It wasn't the commitment that
bothered me, but the thought of making a public spectacle of
myself, of us. As you very well know, I'm a very private
person who has trouble expressing my feelings in private,
much less in public."
"You've gotten so much better at that since I've known you."
"I hope so, I'm trying. When we walked across the lawn that
night, I suddenly realized just how much you really mean to
me, and I wanted to start yelling 'I love you' at the top of
my lungs. I wanted to let the whole world know how I felt.
What really blew me away was knowing that you felt the same
way."
"Have you ever doubted me?" he asked.
"You know all about my insecurities," I told him. "I've
never doubted you, but I've had doubts about myself, wondering
if I could hang onto you."
He was chuckling. "I hate to admit it, but I've had a lot of
those same thoughts. Am I good enough for you, and can I
hang onto YOU for the rest of my life like I want to?"
"I hope that ceremony helped you as much as it did me. I
feel safe and secure and I hope the honeymoon never ends."
"So, do you feel really, truly, 'married' to me now?" he
asked.
"That's just a word," I said. "It has much deeper
significance to me. I may use it facetiously, but I think you
know what I mean."
"That's why I get chills," he answered, holding me tight.
- - - - -
On our rides back and forth from Lawrence to the Federal
Courthouse, Ron and I had discussed our "airline". With the
growth we'd experienced in the last year, our planes were in
the air constantly. The new one would provide a little relief
but not completely solve the problem, particularly if Eric
and I did a lot of traveling.
Ron estimated that half of the flights were short range,
around the West, and half were transcontinental. The smaller
planes were ideal for the short hops and could land most
anywhere. The big one was best suited to the longer hauls.
He felt that to meet our needs and provide a little
"cushion", another big jet was needed, and since we were
still leasing one of the small jets, he wanted to replace it
with a slightly larger one that had short runway capability.
This sounded reasonable to me and I promised him an answer
real soon.
We also discussed management of flight operations. Currently
we had a secretary handling scheduling and taking care of odd
chores. She wasn't all that knowledgable and there had been
some problems, Ron told me. If we had four planes, it would
be even more necessary to get somebody who knew what they
were doing.
Ron didn't want the job. He wanted to fly, and so did
Jason. He had a prospect, however, a retired Marine pilot
who'd spent his last few years in flight operations.
The guy was qualified, but Ron wasn't sure he'd get along
with all the "fag" pilots we had, since Ron was pretty sure
the guy was straight, in fact, pretty macho.
I'd suggested that Ron call him in for another interview and
give him Bob's "sensitivity evaluation", then, if he passed
that, to confront him with the fact that most of us were gay
and see if he had a problem with that.
Ron agreed to give it a try.
The subject of "stewards" came up too. Ron had been working
with Metalco's Human Resources, and all they could come up
with were guys who couldn't pass the "sensitivity test". Ron
definitely didn't want us to ever be cooped up with a
homophobe.
"Try the airlines," I'd suggested. "Talk to Dan, he may be
able to help you."
In all the excitement of the trial, I hadn't mentioned any of
this to Eric. All the planes were owned by Metalco, so it
was really my decision, but I wanted him to be a part of it.
I told him about what Ron and I had discussed, and that I'd
made up my mind to order two new planes. We'd get another
Gulfstream V, and replace the leased one.
Eric eagerly agreed, wanting to know whether we would get
another GV just like this one, or if we'd get a different
interior. "I love this one," he said. "It's so warm and
comfortable."
"Why don't we use Brucie's design on the next one," I
suggested. "I liked his color scheme too. Since he did such
a good job, we can have Gary do the small one."
Eric just grinned when I mentioned the "steward" problem, but
didn't say anything.
This settled, we wandered up to the cockpit to give Ron the
go-ahead to order the two new planes.
- - - - -
Driving home, Eric was real antsy. "What's with you?" I
asked. "What're you so excited about?"
"I've got a surprise for you," he said. "The wedding present
that I got for us should be there by now," he giggled.
I'd totally forgotten about that. "Gimme a hint," I coaxed.
"No way! It'll only be a few minutes."
He led me straight to the den. "Sit," he commanded. "I'll
be right back."
I obediently sat and waited.
A few minutes later he returned, his arm around the shoulder
of a shorter man. "Remember this guy?" he asked.
He looked familiar, but it took me a minute to place him.
"Jacques! What are you doing here?" I remembered him from
our Caribbean cruise, he had been our butler.
"He's here to take care of us," Eric explained, grinning like
crazy.
My first thought was that Mary would eat him alive. My
second thought was what the hell do we need with a butler?
Oh hell, I guess I could learn how to be spoiled.
I gave him a big smile and got up to shake his hand.
"Welcome aboard," I told him.
"I'm going to love it here," he said in his highly accented
English. "It's going to be so wonderful to take care of both
of you. Can I make you a cocktail?"
"Sure, I think I could use one," I told him.
Eric came over to sit next to me, still beaming. "You REALLY
surprised me this time," I told him, laughing. "How's Mary
taking it?"
"Don't know for sure," he laughed, "I warned her."
"I'm dying of curiosity," I told him, "I've gotta find out."
I got up and wandered out to the kitchen. Mary was perched
on a stool watching Rene work on dinner. She had a big smile
on her face. "Welcome home," she said. "Have a good trip?"
"Successful," I said. "How's everything around here?"
She started chuckling. "You mean the 'addition', I assume?"
"Him too," I answered, trying to gauge her reaction.
"Eric told me he'd be coming," she said, still smiling.
"When he showed up, I wouldn't let him stay until I called
Bob to see if he'd been checked out. Eric had already taken
care of that."
"Well, what do you think of him?"
"He's amazing. I've never seen anybody with so much energy.
He cooks, he cleans, he answers the door, and does just about
everything else that needs to be done before any of us even
have a chance. He's already an enormous help, and he and I
are getting along real well. He knows who's boss and isn't
pushy."
I was shaking my head. "I was wondering if we'd have to find
something to keep him busy, but I guess I don't have to worry
about that."
"Not him," she said. "He never holds still."
I went back into the den, still shaking my head, but grinning.
"Everything OK?" Eric asked.
I glanced around, Jacques was nowhere in sight. "I can't
believe it," I told him, "Mary thinks he's Mr. Wonderful."
"Somehow, I knew they'd hit it off," he said, then changing
the subject, "I had a long talk with him before I hired
him. He knows the groundrules. He's a horny little fucker,
but he knows you and I are totally off limits. No games."
"Don't you trust me?" I kidded.
"It's HIM I don't trust," he laughed.
I pulled Eric over to me and gave him a kiss. "Thank you,
babe. You really surprised me, and I'm sure we'll both soon
wonder how we survived without him."
"Just remember, he's on MY payroll!"
I grinned and kissed him again.
- - - - -
The hubub in the news over the verdict in New Hampshire
didn't die down. It was a major topic every night on the
news, getting analyzed from every possible angle. There were
rumors flying that a recall movement was underway in New
Hampshire, targeting everyone involved from the governor on
down.
There was also a lot of speculation about what the state
would do when they had to pay up. All the "experts" had
predicted that the verdict wouldn't be overturned on appeal,
and that they couldn't get away with bankruptcy, so a day of
reckoning loomed. About the best the state could hope for
was that the damages would be reduced.
There was also the earlier default judgment against the
county to be dealt with. Would that also be appealed?
Both Eric and I were bombarded with requests for statements
and interviews. Our secretaries had stock responses. "No
comment," we weren't available, and referred the callers to
Dr. Naimann's office.
- - - - -
Eric's first priority was go get together with Spence on
Micron's offer. I wasn't involved, this was their baby.
When the two of them came into my office all smiles, I knew
they were going to accept.
"Congratulations!" I told them, not waiting for them to tell
me.
"Pretty neat, huh?" Spence said, grinning.
"This little fart has been busy," Eric said, putting his arm
around Spence's shoulder. "He's been working with some tax
men and has come up with a way for us to do this virtually
tax free, at least until we decide to sell some of the stock."
"I'm going to get a second opinion before we sign anything,"
Spence piped up. "There's just too much involved."
"Good thinking," I commented.
"Spence's going to call it the 'SPY System'," Eric told me.
"Any particular reason for that name?" I asked.
"My initials," Spence grinned. "My middle name doesn't start
with 'P', but I like it. It's catchy!"
We sat and talked about how the transaction would be
handled. Since he'd never been there, Spence wanted to go to
New York to finalize the deal, taking Jimmy too, of course.
With a wink at me, Eric suggested that we all go, "just to
keep you two kids out of trouble," he said.
"How's Jimmy?" I asked.
"He's awesome," Spence said. "I really love him. It took me
a while to get used to that big dick he's got, but now I love
it!" he reported unashamedly.
"Size queen!" Eric teased.
"You betcha," he giggled. "Jimmy's going back to school this
fall too."
"Another lifeguard bites the dust," Eric commented dryly.
"Hey, when are you guys going to have another pool party?"
Spence asked.
"We've been kind of busy," I chuckled.
"I know, I watch the news," Spence said.
"How about Sunday?" Eric asked, looking at me. I nodded.
"You want Jimmy to let the guys at the beach know about it?"
Spence asked.
"That'd be great," Eric said, "save me a bunch of phone
calls."
"Don't forget Hal," I reminded Eric.
- - - - -
When we got home, shorts, shirts and sandals were on the bed
ready for us to change into.
"Did you tell Jacques?" I asked Eric.
"Nope."
"Then he must have one hell of a crystal ball!" I said.
"It's not going to be hard to get used to this."
Eric just grinned.
Our drinks were served the minute we sat down, and we relaxed
while waiting for Eric's parents to arrive for dinner.
"What sort of mischief have you two been up to lately?" Karl
chuckled.
"Eric pulled off another deal," I ventured.
"Had I better sit down for this?" his mother asked, laughing.
"Maybe you'd better LIE down," I chuckled.
She looked at me to see if I was serious. "OK, I'm ready,"
she said. "How much this time?"
"How's three billion and change sound?" Eric teased.
"Don't spend it all in one place," she said, rolling her eyes
skyward.
"It's true, Mom," he said, then told them the story of how it
had happened. I sat and listened, beaming with pride in My
Man. His parents just shook their heads.
- - - - -
The pool party got off to its usual start. The tables were
groaning with food and the horseplay was as noisy as ever.
Hal was late, so I waited on a lounge chair for him. When
Jacques led him out, I saw him scanning all the bodies in the
pool and scattered around it, the sight I'd been admiring
myself.
When he reached me, he turned his back to the pool. After a
handshake, he almost whispered "It's him!"
"Who?" I asked.
"The lifeguard I've been drooling over for the past month."
I just grinned. Eric came over. "Come on, Hal, come meet the
gang," he said, dragging him toward the pool.
Hal dropped his wallet and keys on the table and followed.
Eric introduced him around, then they both jumped in. I
decided it was time to join them.
I got splashed, dunked, groped and goosed by the playful
bunch, loving every minute of it. Spence and Jimmy were
particularly persistent, hanging onto me and rubbing their
dicks on my thighs until they both were hard. Jimmy really
was hung like a horse!
Eric joined the fray, groping Spence and making him turn me
loose. "What's this?" Eric said, holding onto Spence's boner.
"Same thing you've got," Spence said, grabbing Eric. "Wow,"
he whistled, then in a quieter tone, "I thought Jimmy was
big!"
They weren't the only ones getting "friendly", the whole
group seemed to be in a rather playful mode.
Eric swam over to me and put his arm around my waist in the
chest deep water. His hand strayed and found my hard dick.
"You too?" he giggled.
"Yeah, me too," I laughed. "It's hard not to with all the
attention I've been getting."
"Do you think things are getting out of control?" he asked
seriously.
"Nah," I said. "Everybody's just having a little fun," and
reached over and grabbed his hard dick.
"We're not setting a very good example," he giggled, as we
continued stroking each other.
I was getting real close when he finally let go. I think he
was too. I was tempted to push him over, then did exactly
that. It was pretty obvious what was happening and we had an
audience. A cheer went up and Eric glared at me.
"I thought that was against the rules," someone commented.
"Can't I tickle him?" I asked as innocently as possible.
Eric decided on a coverup. "I'm real ticklish, guys," he said
with a big smile.
"Yeah, right!"
"No, I really am," he protested, "and Dave knows all the
places that really get me going."
"Like your dick?" someone asked.
"What's that white stuff floating around?" another giggled.
"OK guys, I'm sorry," I said. "I broke the rules."
"And you're gonna pay," somebody said, and the next thing I
knew I was being manhandled with about four hands on my still
stiff dick. It was rough, but I couldn't help myself and
shot a big load in my suit. Eric stood there grinning.
That seemed to defuse the situation, and the play became a
lot less serious.
"I'll get you for this," Eric promised. I grinned at him,
hoping he would.
- - - - -
Jacques was spoiling us rotten. After our workouts, he gave
us massages, ignoring the boners that always sprung up and
got one himself in the process. He never touched either of
us, though.
When he suggested giving us facials, I was surprised, and
Eric swore he hadn't dropped any hints.
Every morning while we were in the shower, he set out our
clothes for the day, always exactly the appropriate things
for what we had planned. I thought he was psychic until I
learned that he called our secretaries to find out what we
had scheduled.
Somehow, he had the ability to anticipate our "wants",
supplying them almost before we thought of them. All of our
"needs" were taken care of automatically. His talents seemed
endless. The man could do anything.
Neither of us had been so pampered in our lives. Not only
was it easy to become accustomed to, we soon relaxed and just
enjoyed everything he did for us.
His assumption of responsibility for all the small details of
our lives came about gradually. Small tasks that we'd
previously done ourselves were gradually taken over and we
forgot about them easily. In a very short time, Jacques
became indispensable and an integral part of our lives.
- - - - -
Eric and Spence had worked out all the details on the
transfer of rights to Spence's operating system to Micron.
All that remained was for them to go to New York to sign the
agreements.
We planned to leave on Friday so Spence and Jimmy could spend
the weekend seeing the sights. The signing and a celebration
planned by Micron would happen on Monday.
I wasn't the least bit surprised when Eric told me that
Jacques would be our "steward" on the flight. I knew that
Ron was still having trouble finding people for this position.
There was an air of excitement when we met at the hangar.
Spence was trying to act blase about the whole thing but
wasn't succeeding very well. Eric didn't even try to hide
his feelings.
It isn't every day that one puts together a $15 billion
dollar deal, and they deserved to be on cloud nine.
We got on board, Jacques welcoming us in a new uniform.
Since this was their first time on the new plane, both boys
had to see everything and find out how all the gadgets worked.
Spence was a typical "kid" again.
For takeoff, Eric and I decided to use seats instead of our
usual "perch" on the couch. The kids grabbed the couch,
smiling, giggling and hugging each other.
Once in the air, Jacques served drinks, booze for Eric and
me, sodas for the boys. "What do YOU guys do on this couch
when you're alone?" Jimmy snickered.
"None of your damned business," Eric laughed.
"I can imagine!" Spence piped up.
"If you behave yourselves, maybe someday we'll let you guys
join the 'Five Mile High Club'," Eric offered."
"That'd be awesome!" Jimmy said. "We'll be good," he promised.
"Hell Spence, you can afford one of these yourself," I told
him.
"It'd be nice, but I'm not ready for that. Too much
responsibility. We'll just use yours," he said.
"I'm really looking forward to working with Micron," Spence
continued, getting serious. "I really like Greg, and I
promised him that I'd help them all I can. It's going to be
fun learning how a REAL programmer works."
"Wise ass," Eric teased him.
"How do you guys REALLY feel about this?" I asked them.
"It's a major milestone for both of you."
"Seriously?" Spence quizzed me. "It's more of a feeling of
accomplishment, like I did something really worthwhile. I
owe a lot to Eric, though. Without him, none of this would be
happening. I tried to fuck him, both literally and
figuratively, but he didn't give up, and made me come to my
senses. I'd probably have ended up with a few million for
the platform and the system wouldn't ever have happened.
"I owe you a lot, big brother," he said to Eric.
"You've given ME a lot too - financially and your
friendship," Eric answered.
"Let's not get mushy, guys," Jimmy warned.
I didn't have to ask Eric how he felt. I knew.
- - - - -
"Hey, are you guys art freaks or what?" Spence asked as he
surveyed the penthouse living room.
"Dave is, and I'm learning," Eric told him.
"Wish I knew more about it. This stuff looks fabulous."
"There's more to life than dollars and computers," Eric told
him. "Give a little thought to taking some other courses to
broaden your horizons."
The boys got dressed up to go out to dinner. Neither one
looked very comfortable in a suit and Eric had to tie their
ties for them.
We went to Chef Maurice's and the boys were served wine even
though they were underage. Maurice insisted.
After dinner, we had our driver take us through the Times
Square area and around the village. They couldn't wait to
come back and explore both places on their own.
Saturday and Sunday they went sightseeing. We gave them the
limo and the driver was their guide.
Saturday night we took them to the Rainbow Room at
Rockefeller Center and Sunday night to Windows on the World
atop the World Trade Center. Touristy, but the boys enjoyed
it immensely. Eric and I had fun too, catching their
enthusiasm for everything.
Monday was the big day. Eric and Spence would formally join
the ranks of the world's super rich. We were to meet in
Jerry's office at 2:00.
To channel their restless energy, Eric took the boys shopping
that morning, coming home loaded down with packages.
If my "boys" had been excited, they couldn't compare to the
Micron four. Jerry and Greg were always hyper, but Mike and
Ted, the usually quiet ones, were just as animated.
After an enthusiastic welcome, we all went to a large
conference room where all of Micron's top executives were
assembled. Jerry introduced Eric and Spence to the group
while Jimmy and I melted into the crowd.
They sat at the conference table to sign the agreements,
passing them back and forth until everybody had signed
everything. Then the speeches.
Spence blushed at all the praise heaped on him. Eric was
called the "catalyst" who brought Spence and Micron
together. From there, it became a pep talk for Micron people.
The whole thing didn't take long. Afterward we were all
invited on a tour of the Micron building. Eric made excuses
for us, and we agreed to meet the boys at home.
"It's really Spence's day," Eric commented on the elevator
down. "I'm just a bystander."
I just smiled at him. "We'll talk about that later," I said.
"Let's find a quiet bar and talk," he suggested. "There's
one around the corner from the apartment that's nice."
The bar was dark, quiet, with only a few customers sitting at
the bar. We found a booth where we could talk undisturbed.
"Feel like celebrating?" I asked him.
"Not really, its not that big a deal," he said.
"Don't underestimate yourself and the part that you played in
all this. Without you, it never would have happened."
"Another case of being in the right place at the right time
and getting lucky," he said. "Making money is getting
meaningless. I already have more than I can spend in my
lifetime, and I don't have even a fraction of what you do.
How do you deal with that?"
"After a while, the money itself becomes meaningless," I told
him. "It's the scorecard, telling you if you're doing
something right. For me it's all an adventure."
This lead to a philosophical discussion that lasted the rest
of the afternoon. Eric's mood changed and we were both
laughing when we found our way back to the penthouse, a
little bit tipsy, too.
There was a gizmo in the oversize shower that turned it into a
steam room. We decided to give it a try and maybe sober up a
little in the process.
It heated up fast as we sat on the little bench. So did we.
I watched as Eric's dick rose to full staff. Mine followed.
We stroked each other gently, kissing deeply. "How do you
want it?" he asked when we broke for air. "Hand or mouth?"
he giggled.
"Like this," I said, standing and straddling him, pointing
his dick at my hole.
"No lube?" he asked.
"Don't need any," I said, lowering myself onto him.
- - - - -
The boys were dressed and waiting when we emerged.
"Can we have one drink before we go?" Spence asked.
"Is my good little Mormon boy turning into a lush?" Eric
kidded him.
Jacques served us a drink and Spence told us about their
afternoon. He was "like totally" awed at how much effort was
being put into developing his concepts. Hundreds of people
were working on it, and he was excited that he'd been able to
talk to a lot of them. Many of them were moving to the west
coast to continue their work where Spence would be available
if needed.
Dinner with the fearsome foursome started out as a self-
congratulatory love feast. From what I was able to gather,
they expected the new software to literally take over the
market when it was released.
The conversation became more technical, leaving Eric and me
out of it. Greg, however, talked to us in language that we
could understand.
I was surprised to see that Jimmy was fully involved in the
"other" discussion, sounding very knowledgable when he
commented.
"We can't keep quiet about an acquisition this big," Greg
told us. "We have to give our stockholders some clue about
why their stock is being diluted."
"Will our names come out?" Eric wanted to know.
"Not at first," Greg said, "we're just buying 'SPY Systems',
but there'll be a lot of digging around, and somebody's going
to find out who's behind it eventually."
"I guess that's inevitable," Eric said, "but I want Spence to
remain anonymous as long as possible."
"We'll do our best," Greg promised.
- - - - -
There had been innumerable toasts, and the boys were
"feeling" all the champagne they'd drunk. When we got home,
they headed straight for bed.
The answering machine in the den was blinking. Eric checked
the message. It was Hal, asking us to call him as soon as
possible, leaving several numbers where he could be reached.
Eric called him, and all of a sudden turned very serious,
just listening. "We'll meet you there in the morning," he
said and hung up.
"What happened?" I asked.
"The chopper carrying ore from the mine was shot down," he
said. "The pilot and another guy from the mine were killed
in the crash."
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To be continued.
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