Agency

"AGENCY "

Email – sherwoodm94@yahoo,com

The story goes extreme with Connor.

PART 2

It was December, so having snow was no surprise to the folks who called the big apple home.

The Boy from Oz opened in September at the Imperial Theatre on 45th Street; with Hugh Jackman in the starring role as Peter Allen. The production is about the gay life and career of Australian singer/songwriter Peter Allen. Jackman played Allen and won a Tony award for his outstanding portrayal of a flamboyant gay man.

Ricardo, a dapper dude, with amazing sales ability could charm the foam off a mug of beer. He could get appointments with almost anybody, just by talking and selling himself. He understood how to read people and folks including production bosses took time to listen to him. Ricardo would call on potential clients, well dressed using no sales pitch.

Ricardo, or Rick, as I called him; would quote my catchy ideas and worked them into a conversation; being careful not to sound pushy; Just creative. Along with his talent and charismatic warmth; he could sell advertising to the mafia; and nobody looks forward to going to them for entertainment.

Ricardo met with the production manager for "The Boy from Oz " and the Morris Rominsky Advertising Agency, received a portion of advertising for the show.

Joseph had several center stage complimentary tickets.

Joseph, our boss, let Ricardo have control of the tickets. I never knew how many tickets he actually had, but kept them close and nobody closer.

"Oh my goodness, what a pleasant surprise, " said Amy the receptionist; standing up at her desk. – "Look everybody! - look who is paying us a visit; it is Mr. Rominsky, the agency founder. "

"Oh please Addie, A grand announcement, I do not need. "

"It is Amy sir, not Addie. " She corrected him politely

"Oy, Addie/Amy – We know who you are, not to worry. " Said the old gent

"How have you been, Mr. Rominsky, " chipped in Jennifer the secretary.

"Good – I am good. " He answered

"You remember Ethan, our funny man with the clever slogans, " said Jennifer

"Of course I remember everything - are you still gay? " he asked

"Oh yes, all morning now, I have been queer as a sharpie in red " I replied laughing.

"You got a boyfriend? " the old man asked

"No, I have been waiting for you. "

"Ha, ha, ha – You are not only queer, you 're an idiot. " The old man replied. "Youth I don 't have, all I 've got is money. "

"That would work just fine, " I replied joking along with him. I guess we have something in common after all, you devil you "- followed by some laughter,

"Where 's my son Joseph? "

"He is with a client, Mr. Rominsky. I was told not to disturb him for anyone, " said Jennifer.

"Well, I 'm not anyone, I am going into his office, and it will be okay. "

"You will have to wait, sir. " She said

"I don 't wait. " Said Mr. Rominsky and started towards the office door.

"Sit " Jennifer firmly yelled, stopping him in his tracks.

The young man with him, who had been quiet all this time, finally spoke.

"Sit, granddad, Jennifer is only following the rules that you made. Nobody is interrupted with a client except for extreme emergency. This is not an emergency – so sit and be quiet. "

"Okay – okay, I am sitting. "

"Hi, I 'm Connor, " he said leaning towards me with his hand extended. We shook hands and he had a remarkably firm handshake.

"I 'm Ethen. I 've heard so much about you. "

"Don 't believe it. I 'm not lazy, and that 's what my dad and this one here likes to say about me, " he said pointing to his grandfather who could not hear him talking.

"I never heard anyone say that about you Connor, " I said lying.

My dad and grandad believe that someone who does not work sixty hours a week, in the family business, is lazy. I have a job, but not here. I work at Neiman Marcus, in high-end men 's fashion and I like it.

Connor was actually pleasing and he was hot in an unusual way. The black horn rimmed glasses, he wore, made him look Yiddish. I learned later that he wore contact lenses. He used glasses occasionally around the house or out playing hooky, away from work where he fitted wealthy men with wealthy clothing...

He was a younger version of his dad Joseph only better looking. Connor had dark hair and dark penetrating eyes like his dad. He was tall and on the slim side with long legs and a protruding crotch. Perhaps it was smoothness and the sweet way he spoke, that I noticed.

Nope, that 's not true; it was the protruding crotch that I noticed, way before I got to the glasses stuck on his face.

Connor was twenty-three years old and I was twenty-seven. Right off, I hoped we would have something in common besides age, and being the boss 's son. I was drawn to this stupid gay game where eye contact sets the stage for everything to follow.

There was no mistaking he was Jewish, and being a Jew appealed to me, for some mysterious reason. I believe that I have learned to think Kosher.

Amy left to run an errand, leaving Jennifer working the computer and watching the reception desk for the next hour.

Ricardo was at the Shubert theatre and grandfather Rominsky was finally in Joseph 's office.

Connor sat beside me and we talked about everything that meant nothing. I guess what we had in common was a desire to be friends. Connor was rather sharp and not the dummy that Joseph claimed he was.

"Where about do you live? " Connor asked

"I live on Mulberry Street in Little Italy. Before you ask, I live with my parents because they own the building and my rent is cheap. I 'm not a mama 's boy "

"But you are a boy, " said Connor

"I 'm a man, " I replied

"I 'm just playing with you, " he said smiling.

"If you 're just playing, then maybe we should get out of here and go rehearse. " I said trying to sound clever.

"You 're gay, " he said

"You 're right " I replied

Connor 's granddad, old man Rominsky, as Ricardo called him; came out of the office, with Joseph beside him.

Just about that time, Amy had returned and the office looked complete. Ricardo was not there, but everything seemed normal, since he was gone most of the time anyway

Connor and his grandfather left to go back to Riverside Drive. I looked at the butt on Joe as he went back to his office and my mouth drooled remembering how hot that man could be spread eagle. His son was nowhere that hot looking. He was quite thin, but interesting.

Written on a notepad where Connor was sitting, he had scribbled a number and the word Text.

Humm – very interesting, I thought as I tucked the note into my shirt pocket. That evening I sent Connor a text.

"Hey smart guy, am I supposed to text you? " – I wrote

I received an immediate answer. "Yup, " Connor replied.

"Your turn " I wrote him

"Would you go out with me? " Connor asked

"Like on a date? I 'm gay. " I said

"Yeah fool, like on a date. " He said. "I have two tickets to the Imperial Theatre to see Hugh on Saturday. It is a matinee, but the seats are excellent second row. I 'm talking about The Boy from Oz. "

"Damn straight I will go. Hugh Jackman, on stage, from the 2nd row – you have to be kidding me? " I said terribly excited. I tried to get a ticket from Ricardo, but he would not part with one, and the wait to be down front would take forever from ticket master; so yes, I was excited.

"Phew, I guess you must really like me, Connor said

"No, I like Hugh Jackman. "

"Whatever. " He replied

The next couple of days, he text me and we sent messages back and forth. We spoke like two men and nothing gay ever mentioned.

This jerk was either a clever gay blade, or the best actor on the planet. I felt his dad Joe was gay too, but trapped into a solemn straight marriage.

Saturday arrived and I met Connor in front of the Imperial Theatre, just as the doors opened. I made a point of dressing nice but not gay looking. Connor must have had a similar idea; he looked manly, not showy.

During the scene where Peter Allen, played by Jackman, kisses his boyfriend Jarrod, on the lips, Connor reached over and squeezed my hand.

He left it there for a second then removed it as nothing had happened. Evidently, he was moved by the emotion of the scene, which Hugh played superbly well for a straight man.

During intermission, a flood of people headed to the rest rooms for a comfort break.

"I have to pee like a race horse, " Connor said to me. "Are you coming? "

"Yeah, "

We stood side by side peeing into the urinal and it amazed me how much alike we were. We could have passed for brothers. Connor was not wearing glasses and his complexion and hair was similar to mine.

I felt comfortable being with him. We must have looked like boyfriends or gay lovers, but that was not the case, in this case.

Then it came to cock.

Men in general tend to glance at another man 's junk when peeing at a urinal when a dick is obviously visible. It is animalistic male curiosity. Straight or gay, it happens all the time.

Connor was holding his cock that looked a little swollen and was peeing a heavy stream. There was no hiding this thing. It was visible. He was not kidding when he said he had to pee like a racehorse.

I was doing the same thing holding my dick and looking straight ahead. I could see from the corner of my eye Connor was checking me out.

I thought, "Go ahead sneaky, take a good look. "

Neither of us is on the small size; that is for sure. Long, hefty and circumcised, pretty much tells the story of what is in our pants.

Everything was very quick with men behind us waiting to go. We zipped up and washed our hands. In five minutes, we were back in our seats waiting for act two.

Just as the house lights dimmed, Connor whispered to me; "Very nice, I saw you peeking at my junk. "

"Did not "

"Did too "

"Quiet. " I replied. There is a lady on stage.

After the theatre, we went to a tavern and ordered dry Manhattan cocktails on the rocks. We found two places at the bar, but it was happy hour and the lounge was filling up quickly. The noise, pushing, and crowing was too much and frankly annoying. It was impossible to hold a conversation.

"Do you want to get out of here? " Connor asked

"Good grief, yes, let 's go. " We finished our drink, left a tip and went outside on to 46th street.

"I want to stop at the Agency. " Said Connor

"It 's Saturday, it is closed. "

"I know – do you want to go with me? It won 't be a problem, you work there. "

"Sure " I replied.

Once inside, I locked the door and Connor said. "Let 's go into my dad 's office, it 's private and we can sit and talk. "

The office door closed and I leaned Connor against the door and started to kiss him. I had not planned on doing that; it just happened.

He reacted like a slut in heat and started groping me and we were kissing like two queer champions. He kept feeling my butt, so I knew what tweaked his interest...

Connor took off his shirt and pants and went to sit in his dad 's chair.

I striped down to my underwear and was on top of him as if I belonged there. He pulled me close to his chest the same way his father did naked sitting in the same chair. Talk about déjà vu.

Connor was nipping at my chest and licking my crotch. In a matter of seconds, he was sucking my dick and holding my balls like a seasoned pro.

We slid off the chair on to the carpeted floor and laid together making sounds and devouring one another.

He was so much like his father it was scary. Connor was a young version of his dad with a bigger cock but a smaller butt. These things worked in his favor; but his dad Joseph was a better catch in my opinion. Joe was the real deal. Connor was much like me; and I was not fond of me. I was fond of men.

He held my legs in the air and licked my butt making me wet. Using only spit, he rolled on a condom, and then slid his cock into me fucking and showing no mercy. It was so direct, as if he had everything planned.

"This is good Ethen; you are so tight. I gotta get off, where you want it? " he said to me.

"Keep doing what you are doing, is all I said as his balls tightened and I could sense a gusher pouring out of him. He pumped and pumped emptying his load deep inside the condom. He was so worked up that he bit my neck, but it didn 't hurt that much. I didn 't like him doing that, but I accepted it as hungry passion.

He slowly slipped out of me and we stayed on the floor touching and talking.

Off came the condom and he wrapped it into a paper towel.

"I 've wanted to fuck you Ethan from the first time I met you. I knew you were gay and I wanted your ass badly. I love to fuck and I wanted you in the worse way. I had to play gay to get it, just so you know. " Connor said

"Could have fooled me, but you are not through yet, " I said to him not smiling.

"I 'm not? "

"Nope, I have to play gay, just so you know " I warned him.

"But you are gay. " Connor said

"Isn 't everybody?

"I suppose so, " he replied

I turned Connor on to his stomach and forced his legs apart. I kissed the cheeks of his ass and licked his crack. I slurped his hole and he was backing into my face for some tongue action; just as his father had done in this very same office.

"Damn, but the apple doesn 't fall far from the tree. " I mumbled

"What did you say? " Connor asked

"Nothing, I am just babbling, " I replied.

"Oh "

I had trouble ripping apart the condom. However, I managed. He was moist and open from the lube I used on him.

I entered him as he had done to me. Connor groaned and mumbled how much it hurt. I thought for a moment, he was going to cry. I fucked him hard like a maniac for the pleasure but mainly to get even with him; although I didn 't know why I wanted to get even.

I had Connor whimpering like a girlie fag. He fucked back squeezing his butt trying to take everything, which he managed with much success.

I fucked him much longer than the treatment I received. When I blasted off, it was Independence Day, and I shot the works, into his skinny kosher ass.

"OMG I 'm a slut " said Connor,

"Yeah, one might say, that is correct, " I said

"Gee thanks ", he spoke sarcastically

"I hope you know that I am only joking with you. You are not a slut, just a good piece of ass.

"Damn, I would rather be a slut than a good piece of ass; but I guess you called it right, " Connor said laughing. He was worn out, but I was in better shape feeling invigorated and several cum spoons lighter.

We both laughed and rested together still on the floor. We remained on our stomachs as not to drip anything on to the carpet. It was the craziest damn thing one could imagine

"I have to dump, Lord knows what, out of me and wash up a bit, " said Connor "I am not leaving anything here for my dad to find. I 'll take the condoms, wrapped in paper, and toss them in the dumpster, " he concluded

"Me too, but you go clean up first, " I said

We arranged the office exactly the way we found it. No one would suspect that anybody had been there.

A half hour later, we were standing on the street in front of Morris Rominsky Advertising Agency. The lights were off, the room was perfect and the building was locked.

There was not much conversation left after the make out session in Joseph 's office. Everything to be said; was said, as far as I was concerned.

It is strange how we were hungry to share our body 's right from the first time we met. It seemed like eye contact controlled one 's urge to be together, at least sexually.

There were no remarks about anything; no, thank you, and not even, `I 'll call you; which never happens anyway.

Ethen and Connor parted, going separate ways. They found what they came after. It was sex, and nothing more.

Connor walked back towards 45thth Street, going somewhere unknown.

Ethen walked to Times Square to catch the train to Mulberry Street.

"Good Lord, I 'm surrounded with trainees, " Ethan said openly with nobody paying any attention to him. "What I did for the father, I can do for the son. "

"Damn straight - if I were any better, I would be unbearable to hang around with. Sex is just about the best thing ever. " The thought floated through his mind and the subway door closed with a jolt.

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