Chapter 473 – Enlisting Design Help and Challenging Ethan
It was a whole new week, Monday morning, and Jake and I were ready to embrace it, after a night of steamy passion together, reminding us of the intense love we had for one another. We were almost giddy together, as we played with Dustin, Tim, Blake, Zach and Brady in the shower together, horning each other up, but not having time to get to anything serious. Still, it was nice to be appreciated naked and hard, and to appreciate our beloved friends that way, as well.
Micro Econ went by quickly, the subject matter interesting, which made it more easily understandable. We met Trevor, Andy, Thad and Blake at the SU before Marketing for coffee. Trevor was in rare form, still excited about the fun we had at the house the afternoon and evening before.
“You sure all those new friends of yours are straight, Josh?” Trevor asked curiously. I smiled, assuring him they were definitely straight. “Damn, what a shame to be so hot and straight at the same time. That Lonnie and Tyler gave me a wet dream last night, I swear,” Trevor chided.
“You have a wet dream every night, only it’s usually piss and not sperm,” Andy chided, getting a hit on the shoulder from Trevor.
“That’s a fucking lie and you know it,” Trevor replied, laughing. Andy was laughing also, as were most of us. “Honestly though, those boys had some hot bodies and nice cocks and asses also. Whew, what I wouldn’t give to drive my cock up one of those asses, or have them drive their dicks up my ass,” Trevor exclaimed. We all shook our heads at him. “That damn Tink is hot as hell also. I kind of got the feeling maybe Jeb and Edgar got a piece of that ass Saturday night and maybe Sunday morning also,” Trevor commented, as if expecting an answer from me. I shrugged my shoulders. “Come on. You can tell us, Josh,” Trevor urged. I chuckled.
“I think he’s on our team, but he’s so new to all of this, and just feeling his way, so don’t interfere with his progress. When he’s ready to play with the rest of us, you’ll know, and I’m sure he’d love to play with you and Andy sometime. But, just give him some space to grown, learn and experience. Remember when you were first experimenting, Trev. You didn’t like Jake and I touching you all that well when we first started off. Don’t forget where you came from,” I reminded him. Trevor smiled.
“Was I that bad? Damn, look at me now. I went from prude to slut at a thousand miles per hour,” Trevor joked.
“More like two-thousand miles per hour,” Andy replied, making us all laugh.
“I get it though. Okay, so we’ll let him find his way, then fuck the hell out of him,” Trevor stated, much to our amusement. Andy hit him on the shoulder, telling him he needed to be a caring friend to the boy. Trevor finally agreed.
Ty congratulated us on another great Saturday night at the CNB. He said every Saturday night got better and better, yielding more material for his thesis. We told him he better clean it up for it to ever be published. Ty assured us, he and Bret changed the entire context in the verbiage, but the concepts came from the data collected at the CNB and other places. We could only hope he could make it all work, which he assured us he could, thanks to our help.
Rod seemed happy when he arrived at class, making a point to see me immediately upon arriving. “Josh, thanks again for the great afternoon and evening yesterday, and for giving me and my guys some hope and inspiration for this project we’re doing together. The guys couldn’t be more psyched than they are right now. Tyler is so excited, he’s going to his advisor this afternoon between classes, and looking into declaring his major finally, moving from general studies, with an emphasis in business, to construction management. He can’t wait to work with Todd and Chad. I swear, he thinks those guys are the greatest, after spending time with them yesterday and getting to know them better. Oh, and you’re up there on a pedestal also. We all know Tink is in love with you, probably for stretching his ass, who knows,” Rod said, chuckling. “But seriously, we were talking last night, that no where have we ever found friends like you and your guys, willing to give us straight guys a chance to work and hang out with you. You guys are just the best,” Rod said, all excited. I patted him on the back.
“Hey, we enjoyed you guys also. You’re solid guys all in all. I wasn’t so sure when I first met you, but with all the shit we’ve been through together, you guys kind of grew on me and then the rest of us. We’re really looking forward to working with you on this project. Hell, if it’s as successful as we all believe it will be, it might turn into another enterprise, either joint or collaborative, depending on how we want to structure it. I do believe we’re onto something though,” I replied. Rod totally agreed, although he said he wasn’t as excited about construction, as he leaned more towards finance and marketing. I told him that was an important part of any enterprise, like a construction company that built or rehabbed houses. He guessed so, when he thought about it.
“You feeling any better after your Saturday night fling with your nympho friend?” I asked, jokingly. Rod laughed.
“Well, the teeth marks are starting to fade away some, if that’s what you’re asking. If we were by ourselves, I’d show you,” he chided. I laughed, telling him a physical inspection by me was not at all necessary. “Hey, who knows more about dicks than someone like you?” Rod teased. I hit him on the shoulder. “Just saying. Maybe you could find a way to take me from a seven to a ten,” Rod chided, making us laugh. I told him he was on his own in that respect.
Mary Ann finally joined us. Blake was there also, as we got ready for class in our groups. We still had a few minutes before class. Rod took that opportunity to tell her she looked lovely today, very vibrant and resourceful for our group. She gave him a disturbing look, making him apologize.
“No need to apologize, Rod. It was a crazy weekend,” she stated. We gave her an inquisitive look. “Ah, my fiancé and I had a tiff, you might say. Sometimes I wonder if we’re really suited for each other, as different as our tastes are,” she complained. We looked like a sympathetic audience for her, unthreatening with Blake and me, and Rod, having long been written off.
“So sorry to hear that,” Rod said, as if he really cared, but Blake and I knew, what she told us, was probably music to his ears.
“So, not to bore you with my love life, but you guys are friends, and like business partners in this project. We were just imagining what our dream home would be like we’d want to build, once we graduated and had decent jobs, of course. I’ve got a double major in business, with an emphasis on Marketing, duh, and in-home interior design. For instance, I like an older home with charm and character, but the interior an open modern concept, still tastefully appointed and decorated with some of the older charm and character of the original home. Dufus wants modern industrial, like living in a factory or something, like a loft type concept with steel and glass everywhere. That’s so cold and impersonal, not homey at all. I told him there was no way I could live in a space like that. He had the audacity to tell me I needed to embrace the concept, because that’s the only type of living space he wanted to live in, and wasn’t willing to settle for anything else. Can you believe that? Well, I told him, he better learn to embrace what I wanted, if he wanted a future together at all, because there was no way I was going to live in a factory,” she explained, in no uncertain terms, matter of factly.
“So who won?” Rod asked curiously. She looked miffed.
“No one, really. Things got a little amorous after that, and we kind of forgot all about it, until I started thinking about it this morning. I’m still a little pissed at him for his attitude, but I guess we’ll get over it in time,” she replied. That gave me a thought.
“You’ve seen the Craftsman house that Rod owns, haven’t you?” I asked. She gave me a weird smile.
“Yeh, the house I saw on my first and last date with Rob, where I got flashed with a Lonnie dick. How could I forget,” Marry Ann replied. Rod cringed, but Blake and I laughed. “It wasn’t funny, guys. It was gross, which is why that was our first and last date, if you want to know the truth,” she said, giving Rod a disappointed look.
“I can’t apologize to you enough, Mary Ann. Truly I can’t. I hated that just as much as you did, and gave Lonnie hell for running off, what I considered to be, a very sweet and wonderful girl that I really thought I had a future with, as both a true friend and girlfriend,” Rod replied.
“Rod, you’re so full of shit, but I like you anyway. Not as much now as I first thought I might, but I still like you. Stick with Josh and Blake and maybe they’ll teach you some class eventually,” she replied, making Rod shake his head, like he couldn’t catch a break.
“Anyway, the crudeness aside, for which I know Rod feels terrible about and was very hurt he lost your trust and friendship at the time, as he has told me many times, what do you think about that house as the exterior to play with the interior and make it into what you’d like to see?” I asked.
“From what I remember, that house is a Craftsman, and has a lot of character and charm to it. I could definitely see maybe opening it up on the lower floor some, putting in a modern kitchen and modern finishes, restoring the hardwood flooring I’m sure is underneath, what I remember thinking was grody carpeting. The guys could definitely do a better job of cleaning there for sure. I didn’t see the bedrooms, thankfully, but I have to believe they’re decent sized and all. Could be there’s an attic that could be made into a master suite. Don’t know about the basement, what the potential is there,” she replied. “All and all, I’d say it would be a great project to transform something like that type of house into modern day living,” she explained. I smiled.
“Well, it just so happens that we have a team working on that house starting this week to transform it into exactly what you envisioned you’d like to see in that type of house,” I explained.
“You’re kidding, right?” she asked, skeptically. We shook our heads. I explained to her what we were doing and how we envisioned to transform it into what she had just described. “Who’s your decorator/designer? Who’s picking out the finishes, i.e. tile, appliances, carpeting, paint, bathroom fixtures and design?” she asked. We gave her a dumb look.
“We haven’t figured that out yet. We thought we’d demo walls and take out all the plaster and lath, relocate walls, install new electrical, then work on the other stuff later,” Rod explained. She looked miffed again.
“Rod, you can’t do it like that. You need to consider a lot of that stuff up front before you take a sledge hammer to the walls, kitchen and bathrooms. You definitely need to know what the master suite needs to look like before you go slapping up walls for the bedroom, closets and on-suite,” she replied, unhappy with the answer that Rod gave her.
“How would you like to take on the position of helping us out with that, giving you a chance to do your thing, design the home the way you had in mind, testing out your design and decorating skills, even possibly getting credit in one of your classes for the project, even involving some of your friends and classmates if you want to?” I suggested. Mary Ann looked to be in shock.
“Me? Wow, that would be so cool, when you think about it. Do you guys have a budget for this?” she asked, but still skeptical.
“Hey, you tell us what it needs to be, as you’re the one taking the courses to determine how to reasonably put something like this together for resale in the neighborhood it’s in,” I offered. Now, she was starting to get excited, but the bell rang, and we had to get to work. Ty spent a few minutes with us guiding us for our work, then let us work with our own workgroups again. Mary Ann and Blake took off to do more digging, and Rod and I worked together.
“Josh, that was genius. OMG, my teeth marked cock is even hard right now. I swear you are a genius. Oh, I could just kiss you for coming up with that. She’ll never do it though,” he said, going from excited to depressed. I shook my head in disbelief.
“Why do you say that? She was just about to have an orgasm for the opportunity of a lifetime to be able to earn credit, and show her talent in doing what she’s dreamed of doing. She’ll do it, Rod. I have one more trick up my sleeve to get her to do it, that I’m sure she’ll bite on,” I suggested. He looked hopeful again.
“Just so she doesn’t bite on my dick, like that last broad did,” Rod teased. I shook my head at him.
“Listen, if she does this, you have to promise to behave and not hit on her, so she doesn’t get spooked. I feel like the more she works with us and sees what a great guy you can really be, maybe she might just change her mind, as to who she thinks she’s in love with. You’re, in essence, giving her, her dream home, the one she yearns to design and live in. Her fiancé doesn’t want anything to do with a home she wants to live in. Working on this project will make her believe she wants something like this in the worst way, because she helped design and build it. Plus, you like what she likes. The pendulum could start to swing your way over time. Just think of the hours she’ll spend with you on this project. Where could you get that from someone you cared about, but didn’t have an opportunity to get to know?” I asked. Rod got excited. I really wanted to feel his crotch to see if he really had a boner, like I thought he might, but I behaved.
“Fuck, Josh, I already think I’m in love with you, but if you pull this off and Mary Ann agrees to do this project, spend time with us, me, shit, I might just let you fuck me,” Rod said, excitedly. I laughed, quietly, of course.
“I don’t fuck straight guys, Rod. I draw the line there,” I advised him. He gave me a sad look.
“Oh, I forgot, you go for the tens and not the sevens, us average guys,” he replied, looking hurt. I chuckled.
“Oh, if you were gay, we’d be having sex for sure, buddy, as much as I like you now, but I’d never spoil our friendship letting sex get in the way. No, I’ll just really care about you as one of my closest friends,” I replied.
“I feel like I really want to hug you right now,” he replied. I told him he could later, when no one could see us. He chuckled. “You could pat my ass at least for good luck,” he offered. I rolled my eyes, telling him he was terrible.
This being Monday, we only had an hour to work, and Rod and I had to get busy to keep up. After class, Blake and Mary Ann met up with us again. “I’ve thought a lot about what you guys proposed. This would be one hell of an opportunity for me, no doubt about it. I still have a few reservations though, seeing as who the house belongs to. Would your roommates be involved?” Mary Ann asked Rod.
“Well, yeh, they’ll be doing a lot of the work along with Josh, Blake, myself and others. I promise you they will be perfect gentlemen. Josh and/or his guys will be working right along side us all the time. You have nothing to worry about there. We will all make sure of that,” Rod promised her. Mary Ann said that helped with her decision.
“Hey Mary Ann, I had another thought on this. Once we get this done, and it turns out to be the dream house you envisioned, or one similar to what you envision, you can show your fiancé just how fantastic it is, and show off your talent in design. You might make him realize he could enjoy living in such a fantastic home which makes you happy, rather than the industrial factory that he seems to like. He just needs to see how classy and how much character a home like this could be, designed by you,” I suggested, getting her excited again.
“You just might have something there, Josh. That just might work,” she replied. Rod looked disappointed. “Rod, would you mind if we stopped by this evening to see what the house looks like now, so I can get an idea of what we might be able to do with it?” Mary Ann asked, somewhat excited about the possibility of her being able to put her talent to work to see what she could come up with.
“Yeh, I guess. I don’t care. Come over anytime, Mary Ann. I’m always happy to see you,” Rod replied.
“Josh, you wouldn’t happen to be there this evening, would you?” she asked, not totally comfortable with being there with Rod and his buddies. I smiled.
“I can be, if it would make you feel more comfortable. How’s 7:00 work for everyone?” I asked. Rod said he was good. Mary Ann said that worked for her. She was going to bring a sketch pad with her, do some rough drawings, and take notes on what was there we might want to preserve. She also wanted to take pictures with her phone. Rod said he was okay with that, but he’d have to get the guys to clean up their rooms some. Mary Ann gave him a stare. “Pick things up, Mary Ann, that’s all. Nothing gross, I swear to you, just some of them are a little messy. I can assure you, your visit will be productive, and you can get what you need to get. Josh and I’ll make sure of that,” Rod promised. She seemed relieved somewhat that I was going to be there, so she said she’d see us tonight. She finally took off, leaving Rod, Blake and me to ourselves.
“Josh, that kind of hurts, her showing it to her fiancé to impress him with her work and her wants, after she’s done. He’ll probably buy the damn thing to give her the dream home she always wanted when we go to sell it,” Rod commented, somewhat disappointed.
“I’m not sure. If they had an argument over something like that, way before they ever get married, I don’t see this as a very strong relationship. I think working with you and the guys, just might win her over, because you, to some extent, are giving her free reign to make this home what she’s dreamed of having. Her fiancé can’t do that, Rod. I think once she gets comfortable with you, as long as the Neanderthals, as she calls them, behave around her, and she gets comfortable around them as additional brothers, she just might think she doesn’t need the fiancé anymore, because he doesn’t share the same likes, supposedly, as you and she do. Get my point?” I explained.
“Damn, Josh, you are a total genius, I swear. Wow, I can’t wait to get this started now. Truthfully, I wasn’t looking forward to the project, but I was committed, because of what we wanted to show our parents, and have them be proud of us. But now, if Mary Ann wants to be involved, I’m damn sure committed and excited to get started. If this all works out, you can fuck my ass for sure,” Rod offered. I gave him a disgruntled look.
“We’re good friends, Rod. Straight friends, as far as you and I are concerned. We don’t fuck one another. Hugs, I’ll take hugs, but we’re not going to fuck,” I assured him. He gave me a shit eating grin.
“Okay then, but as wonderful as you’ve been to all of us, you welcome to any and all of my body, and I won’t care. Fuck, I might even like it. Maybe that’s not such a good idea after all. Good thing Mary Ann will be the center of attention, as far as I’m concerned. Could work out to be an interesting partnership for the project and maybe personal also, like you were thinking. I’m liking this whole thing, big time,” Rod exclaimed. I patted him on the back, then said we had to run to a power luncheon, my talented senior partner set up for lunch,” I chided, looking at Blake.
“Senior partner? Did I just get promoted? Damn, this is a great day,” Blake exclaimed all happy and excited.
“Well, member of the senior management team, a partner on that,” I clarified. Still he was excited to hear the word, ‘senior’. “You, I will fuck, because I love you that much,” I told him. He gave me a loving look.
“Uh, I probably didn’t need to hear that,” Rod replied. “But, tell me if that gets you anymore brownie points with Josh, and I might have to seriously consider it, as I’m starting to love him too,” Rod added, making us all laugh.
We told Rod we would see him tonight around 7:00. He thanked us again for bailing him out with Mary Ann. I told him she could be extremely useful to the project, if nothing else. He agreed.
We collected Jake and Thad, and headed back to the bar. I asked Blake what was on the agenda for our power lunch today. He chuckled. “I think we need to have a conference call with Nate and Carson, and have them bring us, the ‘senior management team’ up to date on where we are with Invescor management as of this morning,” Blake stated. I liked the idea myself.
“I’ll text Nate, to tell him I’ll call them at noon, and we can cuss and discuss the goings on at Invescor this morning. Should be interesting,” I replied. Blake was all excited about his semi-formal appointment to the senior management team. I was proud of him for his diligence and tenacity, keeping things rolling and organized. Nate liked him also, which was great. Hell, everyone liked and respected him. So far, no jealousy seemed to rear Its ugly head, which I was grateful for. What I possibly envisioned for Thad, he made it clear that he wanted in the background, number crunching, as he put it, while he thought Blake would be a good front man for us. I was proud of both of them for different reasons, but still proud.
Ken, Jordan and Buzz showed up for lunch. It seemed strange not having Nate there, but we all knew what he was doing this morning. After we ordered lunch from Eric, I called Nate’s phone and told him we were ready for his report. I put my phone on speaker, then laid it in the middle of the table for us all to hear. Nate and Carson were on speaker also, so we could hear both of them.
“Well, it’s been an interesting couple of days, I can truthfully say,” Nate started off saying. “Conrad tried to enter the building this morning, and was immediately turned away by security once again. He’s threating all kinds of law suits and everything else. I met him outside, when he demanded to see someone. I handed him a letter, barring him for being on the premises, and if he did come on the premises again, without a written invitation signed by Carson or me, he would be arrested for trespassing. I told him I could follow that up with a restraining order for harassing senior management of Invescor, as they were tired of his bullshit, when he was no longer employed. He was kind of pissed off, calling me a pecker head and a few other explicatives, but I think I got the message across. I told him all his personal items left in the building, would be shipped to his house. Then he wanted to know about health insurance, yada yada. I told him his health insurance was paid up until the end of the month, but before then he would receive information on COBRA to continue it, or he could purchase his own wherever he wanted to purchase it. He said he’d never done anything like that before. I told him good, he had something new to experience, but warned him against cussing out any insurance agents, or the price would be high. That seemed to piss him off. I told him he could always get another job, if he was lucky enough to find someone else to hire him. He said he already had several offers. I told him, good, then he didn’t need to worry about buying any health insurance, but he wanted the information anyway, ‘just in case’ as he put it. That meant to me, he didn’t have any offers so far. Carson, do you want to tell the group about your meetings this morning?” Nate asked Carson.
“Josh, we held meetings with the senior staff here at Invescor, and informed them what took place on Friday. I introduced Nate to them, which they all seem to really like, by the way, but who wouldn’t, as professional as he is and thoughtful also. After I explained that Conrad had resigned, Nate told them I accepted the CEO position offered to me by the Board of Directors of Stoney Enterprises, of which we were a wholly owned subsidiary. Nate explained all about Stoney Enterprises and their holdings, the company management, and most importantly, the company philosophy, telling them he believed I shared the same management philosophy as you, Josh. I can’t tell you what a positive meeting that was. They all previously believed that Stoney Enterprises was a company involved in a hostile take over of Invescor, and Conrad was trying to keep that from happening. Nate and I had to explain, there was nothing of the sort going on between the two companies. Conrad had told our senior management we were looking for another entity with which to join forces with to avoid having to deal with Stoney Enterprises, what he called a hick company with no vision. I can’t tell you how grateful I am, and our senior management team, that Conrad is finally gone and you guys are solidly on board. I’ve never been happier in my career. I saw a huge relief from all our senior management team also, grateful to be out from underneath the tyrannical management of Conrad. Oh, and this afternoon, Nate and I are meeting with the rest of the employees, so the message, as to what took place, comes directly from us, and can’t be miscommunicated in any way to the rest of the employees. Respectfully, we wanted to meet with the senior management team first, and then the rest of the employees, down to the janitor and security staff. Oh, and the security staff wants to give you a medal for running off Conrad, just so you know,” Carson chided. I had to laugh.
“He ran himself off. I didn’t fire him, just made him realize how bad he fucked up. It’s his own ego that drove him away. Kind of have to admit, I liked it, and it was kind of fun, pointing out his inadequacies. Ego maniacs never learn,” I commented. Nate and Carson agreed wholeheartedly. “Your accommodations good there, Nate. Carson taking good care of you?” I asked.
“The best, Josh. Carson has a great apartment in a fantastic building. He took me to great restaurants the last couple of nights. He’s spoiling me for sure. Gonna be hard for me to return to a normal life in Uni with microwaved dinners,” Nate chided. “Still, I have to say the food at the CNB is fantastic though. I promised to return the favor when he visits us sometime. We’ll give him a bit to get his feet firmly on the ground here, then we’ll bring him to Uni and let him help us with future projects and growth,” Nate replied. We all told them how proud we were of both of them. Carson said he never felt so comfortable in all his life, working for a team like ours. He thanked us over and over for the opportunity to take over Invescor and show us what the company could really be like, and also for the opportunity to work with us in our efforts at Stoney Enterprises. I told him to start grooming possible replacements for himself, should we need more of his services in the future, or at least someone to back him up when he wasn’t there and with us. He said he already had a replacement for his position, and was proud to have him. I told him I looked forward to meeting his team sometime in the near future. Carson said that would be wonderful. They would welcome the opportunity to meet me and any of our staff, after appreciating Nate as much as they had. Again, I thanked them both, telling them we were proud of them. Nate said he’d be back sometime Wednesday, he thought, but possibly Thursday. He reminded me that Greer would be there tomorrow, and he needed to spend time with Greer and Carson to finish up dealing with Conrad. We all thought that was wise. I wished them luck, and told them we’d talk to them tomorrow.
All of us were encouraged by the conference call, excited about Invescor being part of us now, and Carson, as experienced as he was in the investment banking world, now part of our overall organization. I asked Jordan if he was working with Nate on a compensation package for Carson. Jordan said he was, but was counting on Nate and Greer to possibly put that together, since Greer had done that in the past for himself and helped out with Nate and Ken’s package. We all dug into our food, which we’d just been picking at, concentrating mostly on the phone call.
“I have some questions for you guys,” Buzz chimed in, getting my attention. “What is this Craftsman style home project I was given by Todd and Chad his morning when I was over at the job trailer? Even Dylan was excited about it,” Buzz asked. I chuckled. I spent the next few minutes bringing them all up to date on what we were trying to achieve. It was an investment opportunity, and helped out some friends in the process. Buzz said Todd gave him all the dimensions and a CAD drawing to work with on a thumb drive. He said he could print some off for us this afternoon if we needed a copy. He said Todd told him to see what he could do with walls to give it an open concept, then look at the attic for a master suite, and the basement to see what could be done there. “Do you guys have a designer you’re working with for the interior?” Buzz asked.
“As a matter of fact, we enlisted the services of one this morning, who is studying that very subject. She seems talented in that area, at least we think she is. Give me a copy of that CAD drawing, and I’ll give that to her tonight when we meet at the house. You’re welcome to come also, Buzz. We’re going to meet at 7:00. You could meet Mary Ann, and the two of you confer on what you’d like to see as far as an open concept, master suite, second floor bathroom, and then the basement. It would be a great opportunity to see what you think of her, then possibly incorporate some of her ideas, if practical, into the design, then you can pop out the final plans for us to work with. We’re going to be busy with demo for a while anyway. Tyler, the project manager, is going to be working with Todd to put the game plan together and a flow chart schedule,” I informed them. Buzz couldn’t believe we jumped into another project, but said it sounded kind of neat in a way. He’d always wanted to take an old Craftsman, and see what could be done with it to bring it up to modern times. I told him he now had his chance. Jordan shook his head, wondering what we’d got ourselves into now.
Buzz agreed to meet us at the house shortly after 7:00 tonight, anxious to see what the house looked like in person. He said he’d bring the CAD drawings with him, with enough copies for everyone. I was sure that would excite Mary Ann to no end. With that settled, Thad and I headed off to Accounting, taking lunch to Dennis.
“So how did accounting go on Friday that I missed?” I asked Thad, on the way to take Dennis some lunch. Thad smiled.
“Well, he wondered what you were up to in the City with your big meeting and possible management change. I didn’t tell him much, other than you had a dissident manager that refused to understand our management philosophy, and the two of you were having a come to Jesus meeting. I did tell him about you acting as a gopher, and picking them up at the airport to take them to a meeting at the ranch to see the CEO. He was confused, knowing you were the CEO. I told him you were going to ask them questions on the way to find out how they really felt. You know what he said?” Thad asked, making me extremely curious. “He said you had some big balls to pull off something like that. Then he asked me if I’d ever seen them. I was embarrassed, Josh. I didn’t know how to answer that question thinking it was a trick question or something. I finally told him, I had, and they were very nice. He got the biggest smile on his face. Then he told me to describe how you looked naked. I told him I didn’t feel comfortable telling him anything like that. He just smiled and said, you must be hot. Then he rubbed his crotch again, like he did before in front of us. He stood up at the end of our conversation, and dropped trou again, pulling his shirt tail down over his briefs, but not before he cupped his junk, as if to readjust it, then pulled up his skinny jeans again. He smiled at me when he did it too. I can’t figure what the fuck he’s doing. Is he trying to tease us and taught us or what?” Thad asked, rhetorically. I smiled shaking my head.
“He’s good, Thad. All last semester and last year, I taunted Ken, who was shy and naïve. Dennis isn’t like that. He’s doing to me and you, what I did to Ken. I wonder if they compared notes, and he’s trying to pay me back for what I did to Ken. I guess I’ll just have to act like I ignore what he’s doing, and then maybe he’ll quit. Although, it is kind of hot. I have to admit, it is,” I said, somewhat bewildered by how Dennis was playing us.
He was happy to see us when we walked in his office, and closed the door behind us. “Well, if it isn’t my two favorite students here with their great lunches trying to win my favor. I have to admit, that chef of yours is fantastic. I told some of my friends about the menu you guys have. Some of them have tried the food and rave about it,” Dennis told us.
“Really, that’s fantastic. We love word of mouth references and advertising. What night did they come in. Could it possibly have been a Saturday night?” I asked, trying to figure out the gender preference of his friends, to see what I might discover about him. Dennis smiled, as if he was way ahead of me.
“It could have been, but, you know, I’m not really sure. Why, does it make a difference in the menu?” Dennis asked.
“Not really, just curious, that’s all. The crowd is a little different on certain nights, so I was just wondering what they enjoyed eating, or if they happened to catch the entertainment we have on some nights,” I remarked. Dennis smiled.
“You know, I think they did say something about having dinner, and then enjoying some entertainment of sorts. I’ll have to ask them again sometime when I see them,” Dennis replied. I smiled, shaking my head.
“What’s funny?” he asked, confused as to my response.
“I was just wondering if these were male friends or female friends,” I replied. He smiled.
“Why does it matter?” he asked, not giving me a hint of what I wanted to know.
“It doesn’t really. I’m just glad to know you actually have friends, Dennis. A guy like you should have lots of friends,” I suggested. He smiled.
“I have wonderful friends, Josh. Why, even you and Thad have become, what I would consider friends. Ken is a good friend. I’ve even met his good friend James. James even told me he’d give me a free physical analysis to show me what I might be good at sports wise, and then what I might need to do to improve my body to compete better in sports. I play tennis, and just love the game. James told me, after his analysis, he’ll suggest a program to strengthen my stamina, develop my legs and forearms more to give me more power and speed. He says it’s quite a personal exam, and not for the shy. I guess I even have to get naked for something like that. But that’s fine, it’s all clinical anyway,” Dennis told us, in a very suggestive way. I could feel my cock start to grow in my jeans, remembering my first analysis with James, all too well and fucking the hell out of James afterwards, then doing the same after my second one with him and then many times in between. Good grief, James was going to have his hands all over Dennis’ hot body and taint even. I made a note to get James to get me pictures somehow, and provide a blow by blow description. I’d probably have to fuck him and Ken for that, but it’d be worth it for sure to find out everything about Dennis’ naked body.
“I know what you’re saying, Dennis. Been through the program a couple of times myself, and put our whole swim team through it also. Coach Tuck put the basketball team through it this year also, and it’s helped our players tremendously,” I replied.
“So, was the exam that personal? Did you get totally naked with James?” he asked. I kind of smiled, embarrassingly, which he noticed right off. “Come on, you can tell me. We’re all friends here,” Dennis asked persuasively. Again, I gave him an embarrassed smile.
“Uh, yeh, it’s rather up close and personal, but James is very professional, so like you said, it’s clinical in nature. No need to get embarrassed,” I replied, hoping his questions would end soon, very soon.
“You didn’t happen to get an erection did you, during that up close and personal part of the exam?” Dennis asked, with a big smile on his face. He saw me get red with embarrassment.
“What the fuck, Dennis? Why would you ask something like that anyway?” I asked. Dennis smiled.
“I just want to know what I’m up against, and what I might possibly have to guard against,” Dennis replied. I shook my head.
“Uh, it can happen to anyone, and James explains that to you beforehand, telling you, it’s no big deal to him if it happens,” I explained.
“Well, James and Ken are gay, so it might be a big deal, don’t you think? I mean I know you’re gay, so what kind of a situation does that put you in with two gay guys, one naked and one clothed, having their hands all over your naked body, both of you being gay?” Dennis asked, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.
“I’m sure you can handle it, Dennis, being professional and all,” I replied, avoiding having to answer his question. Dennis shook his head smiling. He’d outwitted me again. Damn, this guy was good. Thad was about to crack up, watching me sweat.
“So how was your meeting Friday, when you skipped my class?” Dennis asked, getting a little dig in there for me missing his class, referring to it as me ‘skipping’ his class, like I wanted to do it. Still, I was so relieved to leave his previous line of questioning. “Thad told me you did a little naughty undercover work. Tell me all about it. I want to hear it all, especially the naughty parts,” Dennis requested. I told him all about my conversation with Conrad and Carson on the way from the airport to the ranch, then about revealing to Conrad finally I was the CEO he’d been dissing on the way. I quoted Conrad saying, ‘Mother of God, I am so fucked’, when he realized I was the CEO. Dennis busted out laughing when I told him about revealing myself finally. All the time I was telling him about my conversations with Conrad, he was making contorted faces, and doing something with a hand of his under his desk.
“Are you okay?” I asked, noticing the grimacing faces he was making.
“Oh, I couldn’t be better. This is so hot. I loved what you did to that asshole. Damn, Josh, you putting him in his place like that, is so fucking hot. Tell me more,” he said, as if he just had to hear more because it was really turning him on. I was really concerned as to what was going on with him. I continued my story about our management philosophy versus his, and how his wasn’t acceptable. Then I told Dennis he resigned, saying he fucking quit, and wouldn’t work with, and certainly not for, any snot nosed kid. When I told Dennis that, I thought he was going to have an orgasm. I could see Thad was concerned also. “Damn, Josh, that is so fucking hot. Did you kick him the hell off the property?” he asked, now with both hands on his groin, I presumed rubbing his boner, as he listened to my explanation of what all happened. I had to admit, Dennis was kind of freaking me out. I’d never seen a reaction of this kind to any business situation I ever described before to a professor. I continued telling him about Conrad’s trying to coerce Carson into leaving with him, but Carson putting Conrad finally in his place, making all of us proud of him. “Didn’t you just want to tie Conrad up, bend him over and spank him making his ass cheeks beet red from the lashing you gave him?” Dennis asked. I was kind of shocked hearing something like that coming from Dennis. I really didn’t know how to respond to that question. “I’ll bet Carson really wanted to strip him naked and whip him good,” Dennis added, really getting worked up. Thad and I were getting nervous now. “Oh, shit, almost time for class. We better head out to the classroom. Next time, I want to hear more about this and the aftermath, if there is any, and I’m sure there is,” Dennis said, then stood up, with a very obvious bulge in his skinny jeans. He unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, pushed them down to his knees, giving us more of a view of his body, than either Thad or I had ever seen before, including the nice treasure trail above his briefs, some pubes sticking out of the legs openings of his trunk briefs and what looked to be a large piece of salami begging to get out. Dennis stuck his hands in his underwear, as if to readjust his manhood, revealing even more of his thick dark pubes, and almost to the base of his cock, as I strained to see more. Then he pulled up his jeans, then readjusted himself even further, his hand down in his briefs, pushing what appeared to be a thick long penis down his skinny jeans leg. Skinny jeans tend to show the outline of anything not contoured to a leg, and his skinny jean leg showed the outline, of what looked to be, a large dick shoved down it. It almost took my breath away. Dennis knew our eyes were glued to what he was doing, probably chuckling to himself, at our expense.
“Uh, do you need any help with that?” I asked, anxious to possibly suck his big cock, just to relieve him of his sexual tension brought on by my explanation of getting rid of Conrad, to my complete surprise.
“This?” he asked, patting his bulge on his leg with his hand. I nodded. He smiled. “No, I got it where I need it to be. It happens to me when I get turned on like you had me, Josh. I’m kind of large down there, and I just have to run the thing down a leg to as there’s not much room elsewhere for it to go when it’s hard like it is now. It’s getting better though,” he replied, completely blowing me away with his explanation. “You can really tell I’m pretty well hung, if I don’t say so myself,’ he added, horning us up even more.
“Thanks for sharing that with us, Dennis. We never would have known. I mean Thad and I could possibly help you relieve some tension if it bothers you at all. I mean we wouldn’t mind,” I offered, hoping beyond hope, he would take us up on our offer. Instead, Dennis chuckled.
“We’re good now that I ran it down my leg. It’ll go away on our way to class, once I start thinking about today’s lesson. We need to go also. Grab your stuff. Tell your chef, lunch was excellent as always. I’ll eat my honey croissant later, when I can pull my tight jeans down and let the big guy stretch a little after being all confined when he got excited,” Dennis replied. Hell, I was hard now, my cock wanting me to suck that big cock of Dennis’. I could tell Thad had a boner also.
“Well, if you ever need any help exercising that beast, Thad and I are willing to help,” I offered again, wanting to be sure he knew we were definitely interested in meeting that big dick up close and personal. Dennis said he was good, but thanked us for the offer. He grabbed his briefcase, and we got up to leave. He made us walk in front of him, as usual, so we didn’t watch his skinny tight ass walk down the hall in front of us. I had my backpack with my laptop in it, in front of me, to conceal my erection. Thad did the same thing.
When we got to class, I asked Thad, what the fuck was that all about. Thad said he had no idea, but was wondering if Dennis was kind of kinky and liked the S&M Bondage scene. I told him I had no clue, but he was freaking me out, rubbing his cock when I was talking business, me not knowing what the hell I was saying that was turning him on so intensely. Thad said he was just as shocked as I was.
We watched Dennis during class, with no indication of a python down his skinny jeans’ leg. He just had the nice bulge we always admired. Neither Thad or I could keep from staring at his bulge, after what we just witnessed in his office. Dennis was a complete enigma now. What should have turned me off, was turning me on. I just had to see him naked and get my hands, and hopefully my lips, on that big cock of his, see and taste his balls, play with his asshole and ass crack, and penetrate that ass, at least with my tongue. I found myself daydreaming in class as to whether his cock was as big as Hector, and could I possibly take it up my ass. I almost had to slap myself, at one point, to bring myself back. He had me all worked up. When class finally ended, Dennis waved goodbye to Thad and me, telling us he’d see us Wednesday.
On the way back to the bar, Thad and I tried to figure out what the heck happened with Dennis. “I thought I was starting to figure Dennis out some, but now, it’s like I just met him today. I don’t have a clue as to what he’s all about. Is he a prick tease or what?” I asked Thad.
“If you can’t figure him out, don’t look to me for the answers. You’re way better at this than me, Josh. I’m totally lost. Last Friday, he was very pleasant and nice, without any sexual innuendos, with the exception of adjusting his shirt tail and flashing me his bulgy underwear. I kind of think he likes showing that off. Today, we got an up close and personal look at his erection in his underwear. Go figure. He seems to be rather proud of what he has down there. Apparently, he thinks you and I can really appreciate what he has also, although he’s not willing to share, just tease us with it. No, I don’t get it. I don’t get it at all,” Thad replied. We both were confused. We could only hope our continued relationship with the guy might eventually lead us to an understanding.
Getting suited up in our trunks at swim practice, Allen and OBB gave us a rundown on the previous afternoon at the house, wanting to know if we all had a great time. I told him it was relaxing and fun to hang with the guys at the house. Allen told us to make a habit of it, as they sometimes felt apart from the rest of us, even though they were living pretty high at the house. I went and hugged his naked body with mine, making him sigh.
“Okay, now we need more of that at the house. If we didn’t have your straight friends with us yesterday, we could have had a full out orgy with all the guys,” Allen chided, with OBB agreeing.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I thwart your plans?” I asked, concerned I might have.
“No, not really, but it could have happened. I was dying to see what that Tink guy had to offer. The fucker is hot as hell. Nice tight looking little ass too. Jeb and Edgar were monopolizing that ass, and enjoying the hell out of it. Jeb said it was sweet. Edgar said it was to die for. I told him OBB and I would like to find out for ourselves. Jeb said he was sure Tink would be more open to the other guys, once he got to know us better. Hell, maybe we need to move him in with us,” Allen remarked. I smiled.
“That is a sweet ass, and Tink is a sweet kid. He’s extremely new to this, however, so give him some time. Also, it’s important that Tyler, Rod and Lonnie don’t know about his new preference. That might not go over so well. All this is new to all of these guys. Still, they’re becoming good friends. Doesn’t hurt to have some straight friends also,” I suggested.
“Yeh, to lust over and eventually convert,” Allen replied, making me shake my head. “We’ll have to invite them to a skinny dipping party this summer sometime. At least we’ll get to see them naked. I’ll bet that Lonnie has a big dick, and if Tyler is anything like Tink, you know he has to be hung. Just watching the guys dance, you can tell how nice they’re put together. Rod is hot in his own way, but Tyler, Tink and Lonnie, now that’s some prime meat,” Allen commented.
“What’s wrong with them just being straight?” Ethan asked. Aiden rolled his eyes.
“Nothing, as long as they like to play and be appreciated,” Allen replied.
“Guys don’t always have to have sex with one another to be friends,” Ethan explained. Allen rolled his eyes.
“Getting your rocks off never hurt any guys, Eth. Getting a blow job is a hell of a lot more fun than just jacking off, wouldn’t you say?” Allen asked, with a big smile.
“I guess, but sometimes you just want to be friends and hangout together, talking about mutual likes and dislikes, sharing things between one another,” Ethan replied.
“Like blow jobs. Can’t think of a better thing to share with another guy, unless it’s your ass. Damn, right, Ethan. I think you’re finally catching on,” Allen replied, then he and OBB took off for the dive pool.
“He’s only got one thing on his mind and that’s male sex,” Ethan said about Allen.
“So, how’s your experience at the house so far?” I asked Ethan. He smiled.
“All in all, it’s been pretty good. The house is fantastic. You couldn’t ask for a better place to live. I mean I’ve been propositioned like crazy, but mostly in fun. I could get a BJ anytime I wanted one, but I’m trying to avoid getting something like that started. Aiden hasn’t been sleeping in the room yet, so he seems to be happy, and I have some privacy that way,” Ethan replied, shaking a fist up and down, as if he was mimicking the motion of jacking off. I chuckled, as did Andy, Aiden and Zach. I patted him on his ass, and told him to just enjoy the friendships and brotherhood. He said he was.
I was trying to think of ways to inspire Zach and Ethan to greater speeds, as we practiced. “Ethan, I want you to swim as if I was trying to catch you with my cock raging hard, wanting up your ass. I’m going to chase you for the next heat. If I catch you, I’m going to fuck you. Got it?” I asked. Ethan gave me the oddest look.
“Maybe I might want you to catch me,” he teased. I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, Zach is going to chase you. If he catches you, he’s going to fuck your hot ass. How’s that for inspiration?” I asked. Ethan looked over Zach.
“I remember having sex with Zach at our initiation. He’s pretty hot also,” Ethan replied.
“Are you sure you’re not gay?” I asked, rhetorically. I got a giggle out of Ethan. “Okay, imagine me as Dustin then. He wants your ass in the worst way, and you don’t want to give it up to him,” I teased. Ethan shook his head smiling.
“Actually, if Dustin wouldn’t make it out to be something personal, like love between us, I wouldn’t mind fucking him. But, to him, it’s personal, and not just sex. He gets emotional, wanting more than sex between us, and that’s not me. I have to avoid him so I can avoid hurting him,” Ethan replied. I threw up my hands, as if there was nothing that motivated this straight guy to stay straight. Then I thought of something.
I went down to see Andy, telling him I wanted to borrow Les for a moment. Les was all excited when I told him to follow me to our pool, thinking he was going to get a quick fuck in the storage closet or the first aid room. We arrived at our pool where Ethan and Zach were waiting for us. “Les, show Ethan your cock,” I told him. Les looked at me, like I was warped or something.
“He’s seen my cock before in the showers. Does he want to fuck me, because I’m all for that,” Les replied, getting excited. I shook my head.
“No, you’re going to chase Ethan. If you catch him you get to fuck him,” I told Les. Les looked confused.
“You know I’d much rather bottom, Josh. From what I’ve seen of Ethan, I’d love that cock of his up my ass for sure,” Les replied.
“Okay, if you catch him, then he gets to fuck you. How does that work?” I asked, trying to find an incentive for both sides, but knowing Ethan hated having to slide his cock up another guy’s ass as much as he disliked having one up his.
“Okay, I can deal with that,” Les replied, pulling down his trunks a little, then placing my hand on his cock to get him hard, surprising me.
“I’m not involved in this,” I told him, although the feel of his cock felt great in my hand.
“How about this. If I don’t catch him and no one gets fucked, then you have to fuck me. I like those odds better,” Les replied.
“This wasn’t about me. It’s about you two,” I replied, feeling is cock enlarge in my hand, making my cock get a little excited.
“Well, you came up with the stupid idea, so now you have skin in the game. I have to believe Ethan is a lot faster than I am, and if I have to swim my ass off to prove a point for you, I’m going to get something out of this deal,” Les replied. I told him fine, thinking he had a point, as I was setting him up, using him to get more speed out of Ethan. I guess I owed him for that. He did have a fine ass for sure. His throbbing cock felt pretty good in my hand. I thought it might feel better in my ass, but then that wasn’t what Les wanted. I told him to tuck that python away, and let it relax some, as the drag from that thing being hard would slow him down for sure. Not that he cared, as he was getting fucked one way or another, out of this deal. The only difference would be whether is was Ethan’s cock or mine up his sweet tight ass. I was beginning to question my reasoning for this incentive, but now I was committed.
Drew had the two line up on the blocks and set the clock. The two were in the set position. Zach looked at me and laughed. “You know Les will never catch Ethan, Josh. Looks like you’re going to have to do a service job on Les, not that I blame you,” he chuckled. I shook my head, asking him if he wanted to stand in for me. He laughed. “Hey this was your bright idea. Still, I think everyone wins in this situation,” he said, smiling. The horn sounded and they were off.
and some first hand knowledge for Tyler's degree.
