Chapter 452 – Learning More About Rodney and Invescor Meeting Strategy
The weekend had worked out better than I ever imagined, with Daniel and Fitz showing up, reconciling with Caleb, removing his concerns about being himself by eliminating the father’s hypocritical standards for Caleb, then Tuck agreeing to let Caleb practice with the team on Tuesday night, furthering his chances for getting his spot back on the team. Not to mention, the fun I had with Forest in the showers before giving Tuck one hell of an intimate massage with a happy ending, of course, involving Hector up my ass titillating my balls, making me cum harder than ever, it seemed. And, I got to spend Saturday night in bed with the love of my life, then dick with Dylan the next morning. All in all, it had been a very busy weekend. On top of everything else, the photoshoot was now behind us, and I could get that off my list of concerns.
We sat around the kitchen island in our briefs studying for Monday’s classes. I had some accounting exercises to complete before class tomorrow. Tim and Blake were working on their assignments, not wanting to study in their room, like Allen and OBB preferred to do, if you could call what they were mostly up to, studying. Dustin was with us at the kitchen island, as Dylan amused himself with video games in their room. I supposed Ethan was studying in his dorm room, as he wasn’t usually with us on Sunday nights. He may have been out with his girlfriend. Who knew.
“Josh, I’m meeting with Nate tomorrow afternoon, after my last class, to go over his list of discussion topics for our meeting with Conrad from Invescor on Thursday. Is there anything you want to make sure we discuss at that meeting, I need to bring up tomorrow with Nate?” Blake asked. I was impressed Blake was really into this meeting.
“I trust you and Nate will put together an adequate list of topics to discuss and hold this Conrad’s feet to the fire to explain or get back to you with explanations. The main purpose is to let him know Invescor is now a fully wholly-owned subsidiary of Stoney Enterprises and that his balls belong to us now, maybe even his ass if he’s good looking enough,” I teased. Blake shook his head smiling. “The other important issue, that goes along with our investment is board positions, one or two, whatever you think you can negotiate. Definitely one, but possibly two,” I told Blake. “Nate’s sharp. You’ll appreciate him the more you work with him. He impresses the shit out of me. Couldn’t have found a better guy for his spot. He and Jordan work well together also. Not to mention, Nate’s pretty easy on the eyes. You’ll enjoy working with him for sure,” I replied. Blake said he was looking forward to it, as Nate and Jordan had impressed him at our power lunches. I got a kick out of Blake calling our lunches, ‘power lunches’. Oh well, if it made him feel like they were important, I didn’t care what he called them.
“Who would you want as a second board member if we pressed the issue enough?” Blake asked, curiously.
“You know, possibly Jordan, but he didn’t seem all that interested, not that it would take up much of his time or anything. I don’t know, maybe Greer might want to fly to Chicago and get more involved again. I’m not sure how often they meet and for how long, but he might want to do it. It might be good for him to get away from Samuel every so often and feel important again. I sensed he might be a little bored when we saw him over Break. He opened up his new law firm, but I don’t think he had much business yet. He might be ready for something like this that met six times a year for a day or so. Mention that to Jordan and Nate and see what they have to say about it. Jordan knows Greer fairly well, although they never worked side by side, mainly communicated in emails and by phone, but they seemed to get along great. Bring it up and see what they have to say,” I suggested to Blake.
“Maybe you should bring it up to them at our power lunch tomorrow,” Blake suggested, making me giggle. Blake looked at me, as if he said something wrong. “What?” he asked.
“You mean, lunch?” I asked, leaving he ‘power’ adjective off the description. Blake chuckled,
“Yes, lunch, power lunch, whatever. It is a power luncheon anyway you look at it, Josh. You, Jake, our two corporate attorneys and our Chief Financial Officer. I mean we have the whole executive board and more there for lunch. Ninety percent of the power in the corporation is represented there at lunch every day. Think about it,” Blake urged. Amazingly, he was right about that, but with all the carrying on, teasing and sexual inuendoes that took place, I never considered it a ‘power lunch’, but Blake summed it up rather accurately, when you thought about it. I told Blake he was accurate in his assessment of our lunches, but I took a much more casual approach to what we were doing, although we did make some pretty big decisions there. Blake was all smiles.
“Okay, Mr. Corporate. Damn, Blake, you’re more into this corporate stuff than I am. You’re into it formally, and I’m into it casually. Together, I guess we might have a chance of surviving,” I chided. Jake and Tim shook their heads, realizing Blake might be good at keeping me organized and focused, putting a little more polish on me for the CEO position I held. Maybe he’d be good for me that way. One could only hope.
We finally finished up, deciding we should probably head to bed. Dustin had gone to bed already. “I guess I should probably head back to the frat for tonight,” Tim said, getting up and packing up his stuff, getting a strange look from the rest of us. “Well, maybe for a few more nights. I can spend Wednesday night here, as Harvey will be fucking some chic that night,” Tim added, in the defense of his decision to go back to the frat.
“Tim, are you ever going to leave Harvey and move in here with Blake?” I asked, somewhat concerned. He looked like he was searching his brain for a way to reply.
“Yes, sure I am. I just need a little more time and spend more and more time here and less there, then it won’t be such a huge thing when I just move in here permanently,” Tim replied.
“Why do you even care about Harvey?” I asked. “I talked to Wes last night, and he said he had Harvey under control, simply by mentioning to Harvey, he wasn’t going to step out of Harvey’s way if Harvey wanted to run for president in the Spring. He said he told Harvey, not to even think about running because of what happened with Jack. He said Harvey wasn’t happy about it, but backed off. Wes said Harvey was under control and you didn’t need to worry about him anymore. Wes wants you to do what makes you happy, Tim. He really does,” I explained. Tim looked like he didn’t know what to say.
“But, you see, you just don’t know Harvey like I do. He’s plotting something behind everyone’s back. I just know he is. I need to hang in there a little while longer to find out what kind of undermining plot he’s working on to go up against Wes. I just know he won’t give up, Josh. You know what an ass he can be,” Tim replied. I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to argue with him, hoping Tim would figure out what was keeping him from doing what we all thought would truly make him happy. “You understand, don’t you, Blake?” Tim asked him.
“Tim, whatever you feel comfortable with, I will support you. I care about you first and foremost. If you need to sleep at the frat a few nights a week, I’m okay with that, if that’s what you feel like you need to do. I just want you to be happy, whatever that means for you to do,” Blake replied. Tim looked at me, as if to see if I had any further argument over his leaving. I didn’t say anything at first, then I felt like I needed to, so he didn’t feel like he was abandoning us.
“We love you, Tim. Do what you feel like you need to do. But if Harvey mistreats you in anyway, you come back immediately and tell that asshole we’re done with him,” I told Tim. Tim came over and kissed me tenderly on the lips.
“I swear it won’t be much longer, guys. You guys are my family for sure. I just need to ween myself away, and feel like I haven’t let anyone down,” Tim replied.
“Do I get a kiss?” Blake asked. Tim looked stunned, then went over and kissed Blake, tenderly at first, then rather passionately, making Blake smile. Jake said he need one also. Tim as only too happy to oblige, then got dressed in their room, grabbed his laptop and backpack and took off into the cold night, telling us he’d see us tomorrow.
When Tim was finally gone, Blake looked at me with an empty stare. “Did I do something to upset him?” Blake asked Jake and me.
“I don’t know what is bugging him about moving in here. A couple of weeks ago, he was ecstatic about you staying here. He couldn’t imagine life without you here with us. He was prepared to wait on you until summer, making trips back and forth to Columbus, if need be, to see you and spend time with you. Now you’re here, and he can’t even move across campus to be with you full time. I don’t get it,” I relied, shaking my head, confused.
“That’s why I wonder if it’s me somehow, guys. I mean, I’ve tried to make him happy. I’m not as experienced at male sex as you guys are, but it’s pretty damned hot. Tim isn’t that experienced either, but he seems to really get into what we do. I mean, I thought it was pretty hot last night. He seemed really into it. He seems a little hesitant about topping me, which I kind of enjoy, but I’m willing to let him bottom if it makes him more comfortable overall. What do you guys think? How do you guys decide to be top or bottom?” Blake asked. I smiled looking at Jake to answer that question first.
“I think it’s whatever you feel at the moment, Blake. It changes for Josh and me all the time. Each time we’re intimate is different. In some ways, it feels like our first time, as we haven’t made love the exact same way ever, that I can remember. I don’t know if we even think about it, it just kind of happens, each of us sensing what the other feels, and we just go with it. Last night, I said I couldn’t wait for Josh to fuck me senseless. That’s what I told him anyway,” Jake said, looking over at me and smiling. “He told me, that he felt like he couldn’t wait for me to fuck him senseless. I immediately told him, whatever he wanted, I was good to go, and I was. But then he said he was just dicking with me, and he really did want to fuck me senseless, which he did, at least a couple of times, but I did bury my dick inside his hot ass also last night, my dick just wanting a piece of his ass, not to be vulgar or anything, but that’s just the way we are. We know each other so well, sex just happens between us, and it’s always magical. It’s really beautiful actually,” Jake replied, getting a little emotional. I went to him, hugged him tightly, then kissed him passionately. “I think you just gave me a boner, babe. You’re almost too good at that,” Jake chided. I kissed him again, then shook his stiffening cock in his briefs, checking to see if I actually did give him a boner. Blake was smiling.
“You two really love one another. You’re true soulmates to love each other the way you do. I find that amazing. Tim and I are, by no means, soulmates, but we do really care about one another. At least I feel that way, and I guess he does also. Being straight for so long, it might take time for the emotional straight part of me to evolve to my gay side. I have no idea, and you guys might have to help me there. I know I really love the two of you, and trust you implicitly. You can do anything you want to my body, and I’m sure I’d love it all, because of the fact I love the two of you. I want to feel that way with Tim, but I guess we’re still evolving from our straight side, each of us being different and possibly evolving differently. Any help you could give me in that area would be greatly appreciated,” Blake encouraged.
“Hey, my first love, other than my friends at home, was Andy, believe it or not. We thought we loved one another, but over time we both were enamored by others. He kind of drifted off to Ashton, and, as a result, I drifted off to Jake. I knew I loved Jake before Andy and I drifted apart, and that might have been something unconsciously that caused us to drift apart. I don’t really know the answer to that question and neither does Andy. We still love one another, but not like Jake and me. I feel like Andy and Trevor really care about one another, only Trevor is too crazy to really know. Still, Andy loves him. I can see that between the two of them. It makes me happy to see them love one another similar to what Jake and I do. Maybe Tim isn’t your first and last. Maybe Mr. Right is still down the road for you, Blake, and possibly for Tim also. In the meantime, enjoy the relationship the two of you have and see if it grows, but don’t be disappointed and end up hating one another if it doesn’t. That’s the only advice I can give you there,” I told him. He looked pensive, considering every word I told him. “You okay with everything so far?” I asked Blake. He smiled.
“Yeh, I guess. I was just worried maybe I disappointed Tim somehow, which made him reluctant to really move in here with me and the rest of you guys. I didn’t want to be the cause of any uncomfortableness for him,” Blake replied. I had to go hug him for that.
“You are a tremendously loving and considerate guy, Blake. Jake and I love you already, and it didn’t take us long to figure out we felt that way about you, trust me. We can tell, almost from the moment we meet someone, whether we are really going to care about that person or not. We got that feeling almost from the beginning, after just spending a short time with you, getting to know you. You’re honest, thoughtful, sincere, and flat-out sexy, which doesn’t hurt at all,” I told him, looking into his eyes. He kissed me again for that. “I think Tim really does care deeply for you, but, like you said, this is all new to both of you, and it might take a little adjusting to it. I’m not sure, and even hate to think about it, but deep down it’s possible Tim he has a thing for Harvey, as much as he says he dislikes the guy. I see him looking at Harvey naked at times, almost with hungry eyes. I don’t think he could stand Harvey touching him the way we touch one another, but secretly, I think he’s curious as to what it would be like, and, on the chance that might just happen, before he kisses him goodbye for good, he’s hanging in there long enough for Harvey to give him big reason to hate him so bad, that he doesn’t feel guilty about leaving. Anyway, that might be a conspiracy theory, but I just have the feeling Harvey is still on his mind and he doesn’t quite know how to get closure there. I could get closure with Harvey in a heartbeat, telling him to fuck off and wishing him a good life, if he could ever find one, which is doubtful. Nothing hateful about that,” I chided. Blake and Jake laughed.
“Maybe it is Harvey. He does talk about him a lot, for someone he gives you the impression he detests. Might be he has a love hate relationship with the guy. Can’t see what shred of decency he sees in the guy, but maybe there is something to him that attracts Tim,” Blake suggested. I smiled.
“Harvey has a hot dick, Blake. I’d take your cock over his any day, but don’t forget, Tim’s been looking at that cock several times daily for a long time. He might have an infatuation with it for all we know. He does like to look at it, and I can see it stirring his juices when he does. It is impressive, but not swinging between that guy’s legs. You have to evaluate the whole package. You are the whole package and desirable as hell because of it. Harvey certainly is not. Something will happen to end Tim’s fasciation, whatever it might be, and then whatever strange fetish Tim might have for Harvey’s anatomy, or whatever, will be gone and he’ll be free, able to love those he should. We’ll just have to wait this one out, but don’t go blaming yourself for any of this, please, because it’s definitely not anything you’ve done to disappoint Tim. He was enamored with you from the day he met you, and still is. He’s just trapped between lusting after something he can’t have and shouldn’t have, and someone that’s right there for the taking. Don’t know if that makes any sense at all, but that’s my two cents about the situation,” I told him. Blake chuckled.
“I swear your world, my new world, is just as complicated as the straight world is and the complexity of dealing with women and all their hormones,” Blake suggested. We all had to agree on that. I told him he’d get used to it, as it wasn’t half as bad as what straight guys had to go through. Blake said he could only hope.
“Come on, Blake. You’re sleeping with Jake and me again tonight. Your ass needs some attention, and we’re going to give it to you,” I chided. Blake grew a big smile on his face. He said he didn’t want to inconvenience the two of us. I told him the two of us would be privileged to sleep with a guy as hot as he was every chance we got. Blake hugged us both, telling us how fortunate he was to be able to love us like he did and feel that love coming back to him. I told him that was guaranteed.
Blake’s ass got a workout from Jake and me that night. We emptied his balls a few times anyway, ours along with his. He said he had never felt so loved. He also said, maybe it was good that he and Tim were taking it slow, so he could truly experience gay love like it was meant to be, and be prepared to be a better lover for Tim. I thought that was sweet, but the truth of the matter was, Blake was already a fantastic lover, in Jake’s and my mind anyway. We simply couldn’t get enough of him, his mind, his heart and his beautiful body.
Needless to say, we wore each other out, but woke up refreshed and ready to charge, full of love and happiness on Monday morning, ready to take on the week. Caleb and Chase joined us for our morning shower. We all got a chuckle out of the cum stuck in their pubes. They both said they weren’t ashamed of any of it. We got a kick out of that. Even Caleb stroked our cocks with his hands, as he gave us good morning kisses, feeling very amorous these days, and proud of it. I was so relieved, but a lot was riding on Tuesday night. He and Chase were going to practice again tonight at the Arena together, honing up Caleb’s skills. I told them both how proud we were of them. Even Blake said he couldn’t get over the transformation Caleb made. That made Caleb feel so much better.
Jake’s and my Micro Econ class flew by. We were discussing crazy things like price elasticity, how much could you really charge for something before the law of diminishing returns set in or competition buried you in the market. While it was fascinating stuff, the formulas for figuring this all out were complicated. I was hoping I never had to price products to sell to consumers, just big stuff, like buildings and airplanes, but I was reminded about pricing dorm rooms and airfares also, being competitive, but yet profitable. Although Micro Econ was somewhat complicated, it did have something to teach us that could be helpful to us overall. Jake and I figured we needed to pay attention in class. It was easier to do so, because our professor wasn’t half as nice looking as Dennis or Ty for that matter. The thought of this middle-aged man naked, with a pot belly, never entered my mind. Although I did wonder what size penis he might have, but quickly slapped myself out of that daze.
We met the rest of our marketing guys, Thad, Trevor, Andy and Blake at the SU for coffee after our first classes. Blake was just beaming, excited about our marketing class coming up, then the power lunch we’d have afterwards.
“You’re going to have to slow wonder boy down some, Josh. Blake’s too excited about our marketing class, he can’t hardly contain himself,” Trevor commented. Blake just smiled.
“Trevor, our class is our company. It’s like we’re going to work for the number of hours we spend in the class, as it all pertains to us and our future. I can’t help but be excited about that,” Blake replied. Trevor rolled his eyes, telling Blake to step it down a notch.
“Someone fuck his ass last night? Gonna have to talk to Tim and find out what kind of hyper protein sperm he shot up Blake’s ass last night,” Trevor remarked. We all laughed. Blake told him Tim spent the night at the frat house and hadn’t moved in totally yet, but was in the process. “What the hell’s the matter with Tim? He go straight on us right after all us guys fucked his ass last Thursday?” Trevor asked, making us chuckle. I had to come to Tim’s defense.
“He’s working some things out to make the transition a little smoother and keep things under control at the frat. It’s frat politics he’s trying to keep under control with someone else trying to spin it out of control. He knows what he’s doing, and we support him. He’ll be with us full time soon,” I replied to Trevor.
“Well, in that case, Blake, you need any loving attention, you should come spend the night with Andy and me. I’m sure we could make you forget to miss Tim for a night or two,” Trevor offered. Blake smiled.
“Thank you anyway, Trevor, but I’m not hurting in that regard by any means,” Blake replied. Trevor gave Jake and I a curious look.
“I’m sure our CEO and COO take good care of their new recruits. But, like I said, if you want to get batshit crazy with guy sex, come on over and we’ll show you how,” Trevor offered. I thought Thad was going to crack up.
“Did you put that sling you had up yet, Trevor?” Thad asked him. “I heard you were dropping hot candle wax on Andy’s chest the other night. How’d that work for you? And what about those clothes pins you pinch nipples with? Doesn’t that kind of hurt? How long has this kink phase of yours lasted?” Thad asked, making us all crack up. Trevor shook his head at us.
“You know, I’ve always wondered about those nipple pinchers. You think they work?” Trevor asked, cracking us all up even more. Thad told Trevor he was too damned kinky. Trevor realized he’d been outmatched and shut up, for which Andy was grateful.
Ty was happy to see us for a Monday morning. We got there a few minutes early. He told us about ways he was considering measuring how this weekend’s underwear party for Gay Night might be measured as far as its success rate. I thought it could be as simple as how many customers showed up vs. other gay nights. Ty told us we had to take more information into consideration, as simple as the weather. What if we had a blizzard and no one could drive. I told him I thought that metric would be rather obvious. He agreed, but said it was still a factor in attendance. He named a few others. I finally told him he was the expert, and we’d go with whatever he figured out. That seemed to please him, as he was really interested in whether changing up the venue would help or hurt future business. I guessed we should be interested also.
When class began, even though it was a general discussion class and the lab work would resume tomorrow, Ty asked that we get in our task force groups and discuss how we were going to dig into the data for tomorrow and even locate what we’d be working on. That way we could hit the ground running first thing in lab tomorrow. It sounded like a good idea. We had several computer terminal cubicles at one end of the room. Our task force briefly met, then I assigned various modules of it to the members in our group. Blake and I were going to work on one segment and would try to locate it for tomorrow. I had Rodney working with Mary Ann on another segment. Mary Ann said she knew exactly where to locate it and took off for one of the cubicles, leaving Rodney behind. Rodney threw up his hands, as if he was left out. We decided, if she was that passionate about it, to let her go it alone.
“You piss her off or something?” I asked Rod. He smiled.
“Ah, we dated one time last year. We went out maybe once. We quickly realized we didn’t click. She thinks I’m stuck up. I give that impression to a lot of women, don’t know why,” Rod replied.
“Maybe because your dad is the CEO of one of the largest Fortune 500 companies. Did that ever come up in the conversation?” I asked, trying to get to know more about this guy I would be working closely with and what made him tick.
“Maybe. I always thought wealth attracted women. Never got the chance to show her my dick. I figured if the fact my family was rich didn’t trip her trigger, my dick probably would never have a chance,” Rod replied, making Blake and me chuckle. Rod liked the fact we thought he had a sense of humor.
“You guys go on a romantic date or just out of drinks hoping to get her drunk and get in his panties?” I asked, making him smile.
“No, actually, I took her back to the house we live in for beers and a friendly conversation, you know, get to know her and have her get to know me, not that I was all that interested in her by any means, but I did have a class with her and we saw each other in class a few days a week. Okay, like I have three roommates, well two are my cousins and then we have another rather uncouth roommate also, who’s a little on the wild side. He was drunk at the time and the guys were rough housing. Lonnie ended up flashing his dick somehow as they were horsing around just to be annoying to me, and she kind of freaked out, telling me that was not a place she wanted to be, and maybe we should just remain friends in class. Then she got up and left. That was that. We never dated after that, not that you could consider our first date a real date. I gave Lonnie hell for what he did, but he just laughed and told me she wasn’t worth fucking anyway, she didn’t have big enough tits. Lonnie is definitely a tit man for sure. He loves those big titties, man,” Rodney informed us, as if we were the least bit interested in hearing about Lonnie, the uncouth one, liking big tits. Now, if Rod wanted to describe Lonnie’s cock to us, we might have been a little more interested in hearing about that.
“By the way, you guys are gay, aren’t you?” Rod asked. Blake and I looked at each other, like where did that come from.
“Yes, we are. Why, is that a problem for you?” I asked, concerned if he was homophobic, or something worse like a gay basher. Rodney smiled.
“Hell no. I could care less what guys fuck. Doesn’t matter to me at all. To each his own. Shit look at how successful you guys are. For fuck’s sake, you’re building a damn dormitory and you’re still in school in class with me, trying to figure out how to make it all work. If that’s not the shits. No, I kind of envy you guys in a way, not that I lean your way or anything, but hell, you don’t have to date or spend money on women. You want sex, you just have sex. No big deal, you just get your rocks off and go on. Simple, easy and uncomplicated. Hell, if Lonnie flashes his cock at you, you grab it and suck his balls dry, making him feel like million bucks. Much easier than trying to spend hours with a girl and hoping your roommates didn’t’ gross her out. You should see some of the women Lonnie drags home. I told him one day, he be better off dragging a dude home as most of them looked better than the women he was dragging home. You know what he told me? He said he might have to consider it. Hell, there you go, you might want to recruit that asshole, as I know he has a big dick. He doesn’t mind showing it off either, like he did with Mary Ann,” Rodney said, chuckling to himself. Blake and I were blown away.
“Okay, let me ask you a question, Rodney,” I started off saying.
“Call me Rod, Josh. Rod the prod, because I have a big prod,” he commented, then laughed.
“Good for you, anyway. What kind of housing do you and your cousins and Lonnie have here at school? Obviously, you don’t live in the dorms. Do you guys share an apartment, a house, a house trailer, and whatever you share, do you rent it, or own it?” I asked. Rod smiled.
“My dad bought this small house right off campus for us guys to live in while going to school. I told him I never thought I see him be a slum landlord, but guys, this place is no palace by any means. My mother refused to go inside the place when we first saw it. Dad bought it sight unseen on the internet, I think. He said it was a great place for us to live to build character. We already had the character with Lonnie. Hey, it’s clean and has everything we need, but it’s close quarters and all. Not very large, and you can hear everything going on in the bedrooms from jacking off to fucking gals, it’s everyone’s business, the walls are so thin. Being rich, you’d think our fathers would provide us decent housing, but we all got the same sermon about toughing it out to claw our way through school. My dad had two jobs and went to school full time to get through college. He said, at least we didn’t have to work. But, we didn’t need to make this a spa vacation either. Thus, we have the crack house we live in,” Rod explained.
“It’s interesting to see how parents view what their children should experience in college from a living standpoint to education. There are some parents that scrape to send their kids to college, but yet want them to have the best, most comfortable experience they can. Then there’s others like your father who gave you a life of luxury growing up, but now wants you to experience what life might be like out on your own if you didn’t work hard to help yourself,” I stated.
“Interesting you should say that, Josh. Our dads, they’re brothers by the way, my dad and Landon and Tyler’s father, not Lonnie’s as we think he didn’t have a father and was hatched someplace, but anyway, they told us they would give us the best education they could, but after we graduated, we were on our own. Now, I’m sure they’re not going to let us starve or anything, but they wanted to make sure we could cut it on our own, as they had to do growing up. I admire my dad in ways, and in some ways, he disappoints me, but he’s told me many times, until you want to puke, you have to work hard for what you want, as nothing is going to be given to you. I know he’s right, and we get by, but we have a small allowance for food and beer, not much for beer, by the way. They told us that if we needed additional money for non-basic items, beer specifically, we had to work to earn money to buy it. I mean, come on, it’s just beer. They were afraid if they gave us money for beer, because we can really drink beer in large quantities, we’d be continually drunk and not go to classes. That almost happened to Lonnie the first semester of last year. Now we straightened his game up a little this year, after he almost got kicked out. He’s doing much better and he has a part time job working at the cafeteria in the evenings. Sometimes he brings home free food for us, so we save money on food and can buy beer with it,” Rod said, proudly.
“While I have to believe your father’s philosophy and his concern for your well being is admirable, do you feel like he’s being too strict with the purse strings?” I asked Rod.
“Well, even if I didn’t I wouldn’t admit it. I mean at home I had a Porsche to drive to high school. Now I don’t have anything to drive. They wouldn’t let us bring our cars to school, afraid we’d get in trouble, and we wouldn’t have money for gas anyway. Dad says education isn’t just school work, it’s learning how to make it through life with what you have available to work with. He’s right, I guess, but it sure would be nice to have some wheels at times to go on dates and have a little fun,” Rod commented. I was somewhat fascinated by Rod, in that he came from wealth, but his father and uncle were self-made men, who knew what it was like to claw their way to success, and were trying to impart that sense of value to their boys. Rod certainly understood it, but I had a feeling he didn’t always like it. Still, he wasn’t a pompous ass by any means. There were parts of this conversation I really respected. Blake and I were getting an intense look at Rod’s character in the process of the discussion. While somewhat bitter sweet, he wasn’t turning me off. He was somewhat level headed and guided by values, although he seemed like he wanted to have fun also. I sensed he could be good when he had to be, but loved to trip to the other side if he had the chance, and be a little naughty also. He was kind of comical in a way. At least the conversation seemed honest and interesting at that.
“So are your cousins a lot like you in most respects?” I asked, wanting to delve deeper into the demographics of his living situation and those that possibly influenced him some or he influenced. Rod thought for a moment.
“Landon is an introvert and kind of shy. Not good at all with the ladies. They intimidate him. Hell, the first time he got laid was just recently and that was a bummer for sure. Poor kid will probably never dip his dick in a pussy for a long time after that incident. Nice looking kid too. He wants to be macho like his older brother. Landon is a freshman this year and Tyler and I are the same as you guys, sophomores. Lonnie is a sophomore, but probably only has enough credits to be a freshman, if the truth were known. Tyler, he’s studly and good with the girls. I guess you could say, I’m different from Tyler and Landon. I have a normal body, but a decent enough dick, and a decent personality, not too many hangups, just easy going. Tyler, he gets laid regularly, which just tears up Landon, wanting to be studly like his brother. Landon lifts weights, keeps himself in shape and all, but Tyler, he’s just naturally athletic, got the looks and the charm that makes women beg for his cock, if you know what I mean. Oh, well I guess you don’t know what I mean, being gay and all, but you get the idea,” he replied, making us laugh. “Hey, I don’t mean to insult you. If I do, I don’t mean to, and you need to tell me to shut the fuck up. Can’t say that I’ve ever had gay friends to hang with before, so this should be a good experience for all of us,” Rod added.
“Oh, we’re friends now and going to hang out?” I asked. Rod looked at me puzzled.
“Well, yeh. I mean we’re going to be working close together and all, and I told Dad all about you. I didn’t tell him you were gay or anything, because, like who really gives a shit who you fuck these days, but I told him all about your company and what all you were building. Dad told me to hang close to you guys and maybe I’d learn something. He was really impressed with what you guys have done. So, we need to be buds, and you guys teach me something I can impress my old man with,” Rod commented, as if it was to be. I had to chuckle to myself. I was sure Blake was also.
“Rod, since we’re going to be buds and all that good stuff, what would you think, if you were coming from a normal family, freshmen and upper classmen would be looking for in housing, since we need to fill out our new dormitory in the fall? I’m starting to re-think about the idea of that luxury floor we had in mind and maybe that’s not what even wealthier families, like your own, for instance, are looking for. If what you say is true, and I have to believe it is to a certain extent, your dad and your uncle, being self-made millionaires, seem to want to instill the value of making your own way in life, being able to survive on your own without their help. Maybe they wouldn’t be looking for upscale housing as we somewhat suspected they might. I don’t know. What do you think?” I asked him.
“Hard to tell, as rich guys like my dad aren’t always the same. I have other friends here, well they’re more snobs than they are friends, but they live in some sweet apartments and have money to burn and nice cars to drive. I’m talking really nice cars, like my Porsche that I can’t have here. They also attract the nice chics too, get laid all the time, because they can spend big bucks on dates. I would call our experience roughing it, for the most part. But Dad says that builds character. I remind him we have a character, and his name is Lonnie,” Rod replied, making Blake and I chuckle.
“So where the heck did Lonnie come from, certainly not related to you guys?” I asked. Rod smiled.
“He played football with Tyler in high school. He, obviously didn’t make the team here, but his family wanted him to have an education. Dad took a liking to him, because he hung out at our houses with us all the time, so Dad paid for his tuition and let him live with us. He jokingly told Tyler, Landon and me to let Lonnie serve as an example of what not to be like in life. He’s probably right about that, but he’s cool anyway. Can’t help but like him, and I hope he learns something and can make his own way. Dad said he did also, but we had to lead him. Not sure who is leading who these days, but we get by,” Rod explained. All I could think about was this was one dysfunctional household. It would be a classic case study for the psychiatry department, I was sure. However, it was kind of interesting to hear about. We thought Caleb had problems. No matter what your status in life, no one was immune from social interaction with others, and no two people could socially interact the same as others. Everyone was unique and different. Rod, and his posse were living proof of this.
“So, we didn’t solve anything with our discussion over different socioeconomic levels on housing. Some of the rich could live meagerly, as a means of building character, while other members of higher income levels lived their money, living the way they were accustomed to living before school, not changing anything about the way they lived, just in seeking an education together with others, and gleaning what they could from social interaction with others, not necessarily with the facilities they lived in.
“This is going to be more complicated than I thought it might be,” I told Rod and Blake. “How do we identify who wants what?” I asked the three of us.
“I think we have to survey interests at different price points to see what the market is for each cost of living offered. If there is little interest in the higher cost living quarters, we rethink or drop that offering. We may find out there is more of an interest than we suspected possibly, but maybe not. We aren’t going to solve that today, or by simple discussion. I think we’re going to have to do surveys to indicate interest,” Blake commented.
“I can tell you’re a junior in marketing and Rod and I are just sophomores. You’re a year ahead of us, Blake, and it’s obvious. Great suggestion, by the way,” I told him, making him smile. Rod hi-fived him.
Mary Ann finally returned with website references for us to dig out demographics and statistics, good data to work with. “I wouldn’t mind doing the digging of the research and presenting it to you guys, if that works for you all,” she offered.
“Hey, if you like that type of thing, I’m all for it. You’ll have to keep us straight,” I told her. She rolled her eyes.
“Not sure I can keep you two ‘straight’,” she joked, referring to Blake and me, “and I’m not sure I can even keep this one straight,” she joked, referring to Rod.
“Hey, I like girls, sort of. Just because we didn’t get that far that one date, doesn’t mean I wasn’t prepared to go there,” Rod replied. Mary Ann rolled her eyes again.
“If you wanted to go there, you wouldn’t have introduced me to your Neanderthal roommates. I mean, really,” Mary Ann replied.
“Hey, I’m sorry for that. It was a mistake for sure. Maybe we ought to try it out again sometime and start over,” Rod suggested.
“Uh, you’d have to ask my fiancé about that, and I don’t think he’d like the idea,” Mary Ann replied, flashing an engagement ring to the three of us. Rod rolled his eyes, saying you can’t win them all.
“Congratulations, Mary Ann,” I told her. She thanked me for being a gentleman. Rod just smiled.
Mary Ann gave us a list of where she thought we should start digging for data, and some data she mined in today’s class. She said she’d have more time tomorrow. Ty got all our attention and asked the groups if we got the hang of how to move forward. Everyone seemed to think they understood how to find info that applied to their assigned task, not including some survey’s we might want to use to survey our own student body somehow. Mary Ann told us she accessed the list of students in dormitories and ones outside of student housing. Good start, I thought for a survey.
The bell rang, and we got up to leave. We all thought the hour went by way too fast. “Hey, Rod, stop by the bar sometime and I’ll buy you a beer since you can’t afford one on your own,” I chided.
“Hey, by God, I’ll take you up on that offer for sure. I warn you, though, I might bring the Neanderthals with me for shits and giggles,” Rod teased. I told him whatever, but I wasn’t going to keep them in beer, maybe sell it to them at wholesale, but it wouldn’t always be free. He seemed to like whatever we could do, as he said they were very limited on funds for beer, thanks to their fathers.
On the way back to the bar, Blake was telling Jake about our conference with Rod and how crazy that situation was. Jake couldn’t get over the guy being like he was, living where he did, having a father that was a very wealthy and powerful man. I told Jake, Rod was rather incognito when you thought about it. Those, that didn’t know who he was, wouldn’t suspect he was the son of a very wealthy man. Jake and Blake said there might be some truth to that.
At our power luncheon, as Blake put it, he told Nate he as anxious to meet with him this afternoon to discuss the Invescor meeting. Nate said he was ready. Nate asked if I changed my mind about meeting with Conrad and his number two guy coming with him. I told him, I thought Blake and he could handle it just fine without me there. I asked Nate who was picking them up at the airport. Nate said he was planning on it. An idea popped into my mind.
“How about I pick them up at the airport, not as the CEO of Stoney Enterprises, but some sophomore kid that’s a gopher on the payroll to run errands?” I asked. I thought Nate and Jordan were going to bust a gut laughing.
“You really want to do that? Why would you want to do that?” Nate asked me. I gave him a devilish smile.
“I’d love to hear about their strategy for meeting with you guys. I can play dumb, but if there’s anything said of any significance to us, then I could pass that info to you in a text so you can be prepared for it, not that you wouldn’t anyway. Might be kind of interesting and fun, in a way. That way, I’d get to meet them, but not meet them as me, the CEO,” I chided. Nate shook his head in disbelief.
“Josh, you are always full of surprises, but interesting and constructive ones. Hey, knock yourself out if you want to. I’ll tell them I’m sending my office boy to pick them up at the airport,” Nate replied.
“OMG, Josh. I can’t believe you’d actually do that,” Jordan commented. “Damn, I’d give anything to hear what they had to say strategizing or the questions they might ask you, trying to size up who they were meeting with. If you’re going to play this game, you better be prepared for the questions they’re going to ask about you, the CEO, who they have no idea is you, then questions about Nate and his aid, Blake.” Jordan added.
“Yes, I thought about what they might ask me. If I wear jeans and a sweatshirt, they’ll think I’m some lacky without much knowledge, but possibly some knowledge such as, ‘what’s the big boss like’ and ‘how tough is this Nate guy’, and who is the guy with him? Where does he fit into the pecking order’?” I suggested. Nate and Jordan shook their heads. Even Buzz was blown away.
“You really want to do this?” Jake asked. “Sounds a little clandestine to me.”
“I think it’d be fun to dick with them a little. We could even set them up if we needed to, but I have all the faith in you guys that you’ll handle them professionally and with good taste and decorum. I just might fuck with them beforehand,” I remarked.
“I’ve never had so much fun in all my life,” Blake chimed in. I patted him on the back. “You are one crazy dude, but smart as hell. Damn, I hope you rub off on me, big time,” Blake added. I told him to stick with me, and I’d definitely make his life interesting and rewarding. He said he definitely believed that. Jake told him it was the honest truth, and he could testify to that.
Our power lunch over, Thad had lunch in a bag for Dennis, and we headed off early to accounting to make sure we fed the boy. Dennis saw us coming this time. Seeing the bag that Thad had with him, he got half excited.
“Is this what I think it is?” he asked. I smiled. “Damn, Friday’s lunch was fantastic, and that honey croissant was unbelievable. You guys should let me pay for this, though. You can’t be treating me to lunch three times a week. That wouldn’t be right,” Dennis told us.
“Hey, we’ll get it back out of you somehow, Dennis, and I’m not talking about you giving us any extra credit scholastically either. We may need your advice in the business sometime, small matters, nothing big, like that bulge you have in your skinny jeans or anything, just maybe help Ken out with something sometime. Just think of lunch as a retainer for your knowledge and expertise,” I replied. Dennis shook his head at me in disbelief.
“My bulge in my skinny jeans really has you intrigued somehow, Josh. I can’t believe it,” he said smiling, as he took his lunch out of the bag and salivated over it. He popped off the lid on the compartmentalized container and smelled the delicious wiener schnitzel that Fritz had for his special today. “Damn, this is fantastic. I’m going to have to start eating dinner at your place, as good as this grub is. Wow, your chef is fantastic. I hear the food is extremely reasonable also, price wise. Just might have to stop over and have dinner there sometime,” Dennis commented, as he dug into the food. “I don’t know, Josh, I might just have to unzip sometime and plop my bulge out for your inspection, if you keep feeding me like this,” Dennis teased.
“Well in that case, dinner and drinks are on the house anytime you want to come for dinner,” I offered, excitedly. Dennis chuckled between bites.
“Relax, I’m not that easy. Although I sense I might be weakening,” he teased. I thought to myself, I could only hope. Dennis finished his lunch in no time at all, savoring every bite. “Damn, this is good. Who’s your chef?” Dennis asked.
“Fritz is his name. He’s German, actually. Hell of a nice guy, about your age also, maybe a hair older and has a nice bulge in his jeans also. Damned good looking too. Who knows, you two just might fall in love,” I teased. Dennis gave me a weird look.
“What makes you think I roll that way?” Dennis asked, curiously.
“That bulge in your jeans, Dennis. To have what you have and not roll that way, well that’s just a waste,” I teased. He shook his head at me.
“You are one crazy dude, Josh, and you too, Thad, for hanging out with him and helping him do his bidding,” Dennis said, as he slurped up the last of the sauce, cleaning up the container. I thought he was going to lick it clean, as clean as he got it. “Damn, that was good. I don’t know, someone that could cook that great, just might be worth getting to know better.” I smiled.
“I can fix you up with Fritz for a romantic dinner date where he cooks for you, Dennis. Say the word, and I’ll make it happen,” I teased. He threw his wadded-up napkin at me, but didn’t say ‘no’. He drank more of his ice tea, then said we had to get to class. He said he was saving his honey croissant for later. We got up and headed to class.
“Josh, you and Thad walk in front of me, please, not behind me,” he told us, as we started down the hall. Obviously, I had to ask him why he wanted us to do that. “Because, I can feel you staring at my ass when you walk behind me. Maybe I want to stare at your asses instead,” he chided.
“Suit yourself, but I’d rather stare at yours. I guess we’ll just have to stare at your bulge in class then,” I replied, making him laugh, but telling us he was sure we’d be doing that anyway, and he wanted to have some fun first. The three of us laughed then.
Although we had fun before class with Dennis, the material he had for us today kept us interested enough, we pretty much paid attention most of the class and weren’t ‘naughty’. I was sure Dennis was disappointed he didn’t get to see us staring at his crotch, but then again, maybe he was relieved. Thad and I still didn’t know if he was interested in guys, but he sure knew how to tease us with the notion he might be. Still, we were just getting started in the seduction phase, as Thad put it, knowing damn well, I wouldn’t quit teasing him until I found out one way or another.
Dennis thanked us for lunch again after class and said he’d see us Wednesday. I reminded him to stop by and have dinner some night at his convenience. He said he’d sure think about it. Thad and I took off for the bar once again.
Later, at swim practice, I asked Jack if Harvey ever revisited his ass. Jack smiled, telling me Harvey hinted about stopping by again sometime, but he was damn sure he didn’t want to get caught by Tim and me again. Jack said Harvey told him that cost Harvey the presidency of the frat. I told Jack that was bullshit. Jack said he knew that, but Harvey liked to feel like he was important, even though not too many guys took him seriously around the frat. I had to believe that. Jack did say he thought Wes was a good choice for VP and president for next year, although he really didn’t care. I was happy to hear Jack was in agreement with what took place. Even though Jack wasn’t high on the popularity list at the frat, he was more reasonable this year and seemed to get along with most of the guys.
As we were getting dressed after swim practice, Ethan reminded me that they had their monthly meeting at the frat tonight, and he and Aiden, along with Jake, Zach and Chase, would have to be there for that meeting. I happened to remember that Chase was going to practice with Caleb tonight at the Arena, in preparation for tomorrow night’s basketball practice for Caleb to try to regain his spot. The monthly meetings were mandatory, unless you were in the hospital in critical condition. I had to find a way to get Taylor to excuse Chase for tonight, as it was critical that Chase practice with Caleb. I knew that was going to be extremely difficult to do, possibly causing Chase to lose his shot at being a frat member. The frat was extremely strict about attending all the mandatory meetings. I had to think about how to take care of two important events somehow. Then I got an idea.
I gave Ethan my go bag and headed off to the frat house. I ran into Tim who said he was just on his way over to the bar. I told him I had to talk to the twins, and invited him to come along. He said he’d see me at the bar, making me shake my head at him. Luckily the twins were just getting back from b-ball practice when I got to their room. I was immediately picked up and hugged, even kissed. Took me a few moments to get them, and myself, under control.
“Hey, guys. I have a huge favor to ask you guys, but it comes with a big reward also,” I told them. I had their interest. “Caleb is rejoining the team tomorrow night at practice. He’s doing great, now that we figured out the reasons for his depression and have rectified all of it. He’s on top of his game. Chase has been practicing with him this weekend, and says Caleb is better than he ever was. Chase is supposed to practice with him tonight, so he’ll undoubtably be fantastic for tomorrow night and Tuck will want him back. Chase, unfortunately, has a frat meeting tonight, which will eliminate him from practicing with Caleb. I know you guys just got back from practicing and you’re probably tired, but if you guys could spar with Caleb tonight, just to keep him sharp, I think Dylan and I could take care of you sometime in the near future. That sound like a plan?” I asked, smiling.
“Damn, Josh, you drive a hard bargain. What makes you think Caleb’s any good anymore. I mean we’ve seen how bad he sucks, which is why Tuck suspended him. Supposedly Tuck has a replacement coming in another week. Are you sure you want to put us through this and yourself again?” Larry asked, with Gary agreeing.
“I’m telling you, we’ve fixed him. He’s good now, in fact he’s more than good, he’s actually awesome. I have to believe you’ll see that also, if you’d take the time to work with him. Plus, he has a nice ass too, and somewhere down the line, if you guys work well with him, he might want to share that with you guys,” I suggested. That seemed to peak their attention. The two looked at one another.
“What do you think, Larry?” Garry asked him.
“So, we practice with Caleb, and you and Dylan come to play sometime in the very near future, because as much as I’d love your ass or cock and Dylan’s the two of us are going to be dog shit after practicing twice today?” Larry asked me. I smiled, telling him that was the plan. They both looked at each other and smiled.
“Okay, for you, Josh. Not for Caleb, but for you, and the chance to see sweet Dylan again and spin his ass on our cocks. Damn, he has a hot ass, that boy. Sweet too. Okay, we’ll do it. We just hope this is worth it,” Gary told me. I hugged Gary, then hugged Larry, telling them both how proud I was of them. Then I got my balls groped and fondled, basically was sexually molested with my clothes on, but we finally got through all that. Giving them final hugs and kisses, I headed back to the bar.
I found Chase, who had stopped by his dorm room first after basketball practice, and gave him the news about the monthly frat meeting tonight. It was if I drained all the energy out of the boy. I told him he had to go, but I made arrangements for someone to spar with Caleb tonight. I got a strange look from Chase as to who that could be. I told him the twins were willing to work with him.
“Are you sure they’re not going to molest him instead?” Chase asked concerned.
“No, Chase. They’ll work with him, and there’s two of them, so it might be more of a challenge for Caleb, when you think about it,” I offered.
“True, but you know how horny those boys are. Caleb is fresh meat to them. I better warn him about the guys, although, other than practicing with them, most of the guys pretty much steer clear of the two,” Chase replied.
“I’m telling you, you’re missing out on a lot, as they are hot looking guys and have the nicest cocks you’d ever want to see or feel, for that matter. I’m telling you, Dylan loves those guys,” I informed Chase.
“Well, we all know Dylan’s half crazy, but loveable. I guess it’d be okay, but I better prepare Caleb. I hope his psyche, and possibly his ass, can handle those two,” Chase replied. I smiled and hugged him.
Chase saw Caleb, telling him he had something he had to discuss with him. I could only imagine how that was going to go.
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