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CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS
Copyright c 1999 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.
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SILICON VALLEY - Part 1
My assignment was in Silicon Valley. Another Merger. This one was beginning to look like a real challenge.
From a business standpoint, it was a corporate marriage made in heaven. The synergy of the two product lines would be fantastic. One company's strength was manufacturing, the other's was sales. It was a win-win situation.
Except for one thing. Both companies had been entrepreneurial start ups, run by the guys who had started them, and these two guys hated each other's guts.
Both were only a few years out of college, had started on a shoe- string, and were now multi-millionaires as is not unusual in the hi-tech field, particularly here in Silicon Valley.
They weren't openly hostile, but couldn't agree on anything, and since their ownership interests in the combined company were equal, this created a standoff. Nothing was getting done, decisions were in limbo and the company was suffering from lack of direction.
As a consultant, they were my bosses. They would listen to my suggestions and recommendations, but about the only thing that they could agree on was that they didn't want me to leave, even though my frustration was building and becoming painfully obvious.
Work was their life, with 20 hour days not uncommon. Apparent to me, at least, was the fact that they were also both gay, but with the work load that they had assumed, there weren't any boyfriends or lovers in evidence. They were so busy that I don't think they even caught on that I was gay too.
After a month of this, I decided drastic action was necessary if I was to retain at least my sanity, much less accomplish my job. I still hadn't figured out the reason why they hated each other. I I could learn that, maybe some progress could be made.
Part of my compensation package was a full service "Corporate Suite". My plan was to drag them away from work, separately, over to my place, get them drunk or stoned, or both, and maybe I'd learn something.
Mike and Joe were their names. I decided on Mike as my first "patient". It took several days of cajoling before he agreed to come over.
I didn't plan to feed him because that would slow down the process, just booze and smoke, and maybe a few munchies for when the pot kicked in. When he arrived, I didn't waste any time. I had stocked every conceivable type of hard liquor, mix and even beer. Mike wanted Scotch. Good. I had two bottles.
The first one was a reasonable dose. After that, I filled his glass When I offered the pot, he eyed me seriously.
"Are you sure," he asked. "That stuff makes me hornier'n shit."
"I think I can handle it....and you," I answered.
"You were warned," he said.
I had gotten some killer weed from friends at home. Mike toked heavily, I only took tiny hits, if at all. Two big fat joints were smoked with Mike getting the lion's share. He looked like he was getting good and drunk and pretty stoned as well.
Up until that time, our conversation had drifted all over, business being avoided. It was time to pounce.
"Why do you hate Joe's guts," I asked.
"It's not important," he slurred.
"Yes it is important, I have to know," I said.
"No it isn't," he said. "What's important is that I want to suck yo dick."
"Not a good idea," I said.
"Why not," he pleaded. "What's a little suck between friends?" He was on his hands and knees crawling over to where I was sitting.
"How'll we be able to work together?" I asked.
"Nothing to worry about. It didn't happen," he said as he reached for my belt buckle. "I warned you, pot makes me really really horny."
What the hell, I thought as he was fumbling with my zipper. Maybe a little action would get him to open up. Not unpleasant, either, Mike was a really cute guy, and I hadn't been with anyone in weeks.
He may have been drunk and stoned, but he had my dick out in no time. It was hardening fast.
"If we're going to do this, might as well get comfortable," I said, rising, pulling him up with me and we headed for the bedroom, me with my dick hanging out and Mike barely able to walk.
"If you really gotta know," he said, "I hate Joe because he turned me down. Thinks he's too fucking good for me."
Aha! The truth was out. But, I was committed, and Mike would probably feel the same way about me if I rejected him now that I'd gotten what I was after. Actually, I really didn't want to at t point. In fact, I wanted to do a little sucking myself.
When we got to the bedroom, I turned Mike toward me and gave him a big kiss. His arms went around me, and he really got into it. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands over his chest, letting my fingertips dance over his hard nips.
He pulled away and asked "What're you doing?"
"It's a two-way street, my friend," I told him, and reached for his belt.
I had him down to his boxers in a few seconds, not trusting him to remain standing for long. He was hard, his dick sticking straight out, way out. I carefully removed the boxers, pulled them down and leaned over and kissed the head of his dick. A little shove and he was flat on his back on the bed.
I pulled his shoes off and the rest of his clothes down and off, the undressed myself.
I lay down next to him and reached for his dick. It was a big one. Beautiful too, long, thick, cut, and throbbing. "Nice dick," I told him.
"You're not so shabby yourself," he said as he squirmed around to get into a 69 position.
No more was said as we got down to the serious business of sucking. I followed his lead. Most guys will do to you what they like to have done to them. He licked me from bottom to tip, up and down several times, coating my dick with saliva. I did the same to him. He then slipped the head in his mouth and swirled his tongue around my shaft as he took me into his mouth.
He was good, and it felt great, but now, I was really getting into the big dick that was in my mouth, and concentrated my efforts on making him feel as good as he was making me feel.
Since it had been a while since I'd either had a good blowjob or enjoyed a nice big juicy dick in my mouth, I was fighting orgasm after only a few minutes. Mike had a short fuse too, it seemed, and he tensed up and shot a huge load into my mouth. I wasn't far behind.
"Mmmmmmm," he said, and rolled over and promptly went to sleep.
After a few minutes, I roused him enough to get him comfortable on one side of the big bed. He'd be out until morning.
I got up and went to the other room to order breakfast to be delivered in the morning, then went back to bed, set the alarm and went right to sleep, purposefully not thinking about what Mike had told me.
The alarm woke us both. Mike was behind me with his arm around my waist, his big hard dick poking between my legs.
"Wanna fuck, big boy?" was his morning greeting.
"Nah," I said, "but I wouldn't mind a little high protein breakfast.
We resumed the 69 position, and before long both had an early liquid breakfast.
I told him that our real breakfast would be arriving in a few minutes, and offered him the shower. He said he'd shower at home since he had to get clean clothes anyway, and told me to go ahead.
When I got out, he was dressed. He asked, with a sparkle in his eye, "Can what didn't happen happen again?"
"Why not?" I answered.
Over breakfast he told me the whole story about Joe. While in school, Mike, a freshman, had felt that Joe was showing an interest in him, a sexual interest. Mike had let it continue, hopin something would come of it. He had thought that Joe was hot, in fact still did. The perfect opportunity came up, and Mike had asked Joe to go out with him. Not only did Joe reject him, but did so rather cruelly, saying "Do you think I'd give this body to a fucking nerd freshman?" Mike was devastated.
A few weeks later, Joe had called to apologise. He told Mike that he really wasn't a "nerd," but a really hot stud, and that his being a freshman didn't matter, and that he wanted to 'really' get to know him.
It was Mike's turn, and he turned Joe down cold. Joe continued calling, pleading, but Mike still refused him. Finally Joe gave up.
They went their separate ways and didn't see each other until the merger took place. Seeing Joe, Mike said, rekindled all the old feelings. Hate and lust. He still wanted him, but couldn't get ove what had happened earlier, so he was punishing him, and in turn, the company, he realized, by being so stubborn.
I just listened as the whole story poured out. No comments, no observations. Just nodded to let him know I was listening.
It was time to go to work. "When can we do this again?" he asked, adding "Next time you won't have to get me drunk and stoned."
"Let's play it by ear," I said, not wanting this relationship to get too close.
Nothing changed. Damage had been done to the most fragile thing in the universe - the male ego. Two of them in this case. Add obstinacy to this, and you have a hell of a mess, one I had no idea how to clean up.
I decided to give the job another three weeks. Either some progress would be made, or I was leaving. Having made this decision, I figured 'what the hell', and got together with Mike several times.
Sober, Mike was even better. We both got off on sucking dick, and did so repeatedly whenever we could. I enjoyed being with him, feeling safe knowing that he really wanted Joe. That would prevent any serious attachment.
A week before my self-imposed deadline was to expire, Joe provided me with a possible solution.
Alone in his office, he said "See you and Mike are gettin' it on."
I didn't deny or confirm what he said. Just smiled.
"You must be pretty damn good. He's smiling a lot these days," he said.
I continued smiling, saying nothing.
"Ever consider spreading it around?" he asked.
"If that's an invitation, what's in it for me?" I asked.
"Oh, about seven inches and the hottest mouth you'll ever have wrapped around your dick," he answered.
"I'll think about it," I told him. "Thanks."
I did. I thought about it a lot! In my conversation with Joe, I ha first detected a twinge of jealousy. That told me that he still wanted Mike. Then, his tone changed to competition. By God, Mike couldn't outdo him, and he'd prove it. Joe didn't really care about me. His only objective was to prove to himself, and Mike, I guess, that he could beat him. I was chosen to be the goat. No matter what I did, I'd piss off somebody, probably everybody!
The more I thought about it, the madder I got. I was in a no-win situation, and my professional reputation could go down the drain.
Then I got a brainstorm. Rather devious, to put it mildly. It migh work. Even if it didn't I wouldn't be in any deeper than I already was. It was worth a try.
That weekend I made a trip to Home Depot. They cut plywood to my specifications and drilled the hole I wanted. I'm sure they thought I was nuts. Velcro, glue and sandpaper completed my shopping.
Feeling pretty certain that Mike would go along with my outrageous request, I decided to see how adventurous Joe was.
"Free for a drink tonight?" I asked Joe the first opportunity I had on Monday. With a big, victorious smile, he agreed readily. The "date" was made.
Joe almost swaggered over to the table where I was sitting. You could tell he was very pleased with himself. He'd won. He thought!
He sat down and looked me directly in the eye. "Made your decision?" he asked.
"Yep," I said, "but it's conditional."
"On what?" he said as his eyebrow went up.
"It's something I've always wanted to do, and I think you're the stud to do it with," I said.
He looked nervous. "Relax," I told him. "It's a fantasy I've had fo years, and it'd be great if you'd help me live it out. You'll enjoy too," I assured him, then went on to explain what I had in mind.
"Kinda weird," he said. "Hell yes, sounds like fun! When?"
"How about Friday night? If it's as much fun as I think, you can spend the weekend." I told him.
He was definitely interested. By now he also knew that Mike and I got together most Friday nights, so he was winning already.
Tuesday night, Mike came over. I told him about my fantasy, and how I wanted him to help me live it. He was eager, thought it would be a real "hoot". After that, we sucked like Hoovers, hopefully for the last time.
The casting was complete. Now it was time to set the stage.
Another shopping trip. This time to the yardage shop for some cheap satin.
Wednesday night, I got to work. First I sanded the plywood, all the edges and the wood around the four inch hole. Then I made temporary hinges with the velcro, gluing them to the plywood. The sheet of plywood was a perfect fit for the bathroom door, and after the glue was dry, I glued the other end of the hinges to the door moulding. It covered the door perfectly, and I glued on a velcro latch so that the plywood "door" could be held closed. If there was any permanent damage to the door moulding when I took the plywood door down, I'd be happy to pay for it.
I folded the satin until it was several layers thick, then after applying glue, used it to line the inside of the hole in the makeshift door. Thumbtacks held it in place while it dried.
The glue would have two days to dry, but hopefully, the hinges wouldn't be subjected to any rough use.
My only project on Thursday night was to position and check out the infrared video camera in the bedroom. It was well hidden and had black tape over the little red light.
Somehow, I managed to get through the next two days without cracking or cracking up. Joe leered and winked at me a lot, and Mike was eager for the big event.
Friday afternoon, I went over the "drill" with Joe to make sure he understood the whole script. Timing was critical and he promised to be on time.
After work, I rushed home to turn the video camera on, then met Mike for dinner. He was excited. This was turning into an adventure for him too. I was excited too, but for another reason - fear.
I dawdled over dessert to kill time. Mike accused me of putting on additional pressure by stalling. Timing was everything.
When we got back to my place, we went in and Mike headed straight for my bedroom. I waited a few seconds then closed the door loudly. Instead of going out, as I was "supposed" to do, I slipped into the spare bedroom. I wanted to be around if there was any trouble.
I sat on the bed in the dark, my heart pounding like crazy. All the "if's" flashed through my mind. What IF Joe had lied to me, and he didn't have seven inches like I do. Hell, I didn't even know if he was circumcised! What IF Mike looked through the hole and saw Joe's dark hair - but, I knew he usually sucked with his eyes closed, and it was dark.
I heard the door open and close. That was Joe. This was no dress rehearsal. This was opening and maybe, closing night all in one. Mike was sitting behind the "glory hole" door, expecting ME to stick my dick through for him to suck. Joe was sticking his dick, hopefully about the same size as mine, through the hole expecting me to suck him off. This was supposed to be anonymous, silent.
If all went well, when Joe got off, Mike was supposed to stick his dick through the hole and let Joe suck him off. Joe had never seen my cock so, if things got that far, chances of pulling the whole thing off were pretty good.
I listened. The only sound I heard was a low moan from somebody. That was a good sign. I knew that Mike would be giving the blowjob of his life because he was such a nice guy and wanted to fulfill my fantasy, and besides, he had gotten pretty involved himself. Joe would be doing his best to try to impress me. Some pretty great sucking had to be going on just a few feet away.
It seemed like hours passed, but by my watch it was only 19 minutes when I heard the front door open and close. It had worked! So far. Now for the fireworks.
I slipped out of the bedroom and quietly let myself out the front door. Joe was standing in the hallway with a dazed look on his face.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" he said. "That was the most fabulous sex I've ever had in my life." He walked over and gave me a kiss.
"Come on back in," I said, "but remember, silence. Let's keep the moment alive."
I waited until Joe was seated before I closed the door. From the bedroom, Mike called out, "That was SO fucking hot! Let's do it again!"
When he appeared at the doorway he was all smiles - - until he spotted Joe. "What the hell are you doing here?" he yelled.
Joe looked at Mike, then at me, totally stunned. Mike looked at me too, and pretty soon it started to sink in. I was still in my wo clothes, suit and tie, intact.
"You son-of-a-bitch," Mike growled.
"Rotten bastard," Joe chimed in.
Time to take charge. "Sit," I glared at Mike. He went to a chair across the room as far away from Joe as he could get, and sat.
"Get pissed at me if you want," I told them, "but think about it. Tonight you guys did something you've both wanted to do for years. It was good. You both said so. Now that you've "kissed", it's time to make up."
Although they were glaring at me, it didn't look like either would try to beat the hell out of me, so I sat on a chair roughly between them. "Talk to each other, guys. You both got hurt a long time ago, and it's time to get over it. Maybe you can't become lovey dovey, but at least you can get back to being friends for the sake of the company." I changed directions. "You've both worked damned hard to get to where you are, and if this feud of yours got into the press, your stock would plummet. Reporters are already nosing around."
"This place is neutral ground. It's yours for the weekend. Call me on my cell phone when you've worked things out." I rose to leave.
There was a long moment of silence. I looked from one to the other. They looked like a couple of whipped pups. Nobody had dared to talk to either of them like that for years. It was tim
Mike spoke first "I'll give it a try, but no promises," he said.
"I'll listen, but no promises either," Joe said, still arrogant.
I left. I got in the car and headed for Carmel.
Oh shit, the video camera was still running. I put it there in case I'd have to prove to them that they had actually done what they did. That, obviously, wasn't necessary. Oh well, maybe some hot footage for enjoyment later.
The Bed and Breakfast I'd booked was on a side street, amidst all the "quaintness" that is Carmel.
It was too early to crash, so I asked the guy at the desk about a "watering hole" within walking distance. He caught my drift and suggested a bar a couple of blocks away. "Younger crowd, very friendly," he said.
It was, they were. Not overly croweded, but full of college types up to 30 somethings. I found a place at the bar, and when my drink came and I put money on the bar, I was told it was from an "admirer". Friendly, and they worked fast! Fresh meat, I supposed, but did allow my ego to expand a little.
After a sip, I glanced around to see if I could locate my secret admirer. There were so many friendly smiles that I couldn't tell. Bars are not my favorite place to meet people, but this place might turn out to be an exception. The stool next to me was soon filled with a stunning example of manhood. Tall, slim, obvious hardbody, and very good looking. Short dark hair, nice brown eyes, about 27, I'd guess. I couldn't resist checking out his hands. Big, with long slender fingers. Hmmmmm, this could be interesting!
"I'm Ted," he said.
"I'm Dave," I answered, shaking his hand.
Then the usual, where we were from, what we were doing here, type of conversation that allows for more in-depth sizing up.
I liked what I saw, and decided that I wouldn't mind spending the night with this stud. Oh shit, I remembered the earlier part of the evening. I had my cell phone with me, and neither Joe or Mike had called. I glanced at my watch, 12:15 AM. Either things were going along well, or they had killed each other and the cops were mopping up the mess.
Ted noticed me checking the time and asked "Got a late date?" with a grin.
"No," I answered, "I was kind of expecting a call," palming my tiny cell phone. "I did something earlier tonight that could cause bloodshed, but , since I haven't heard anything, I guess it went OK."
He had to know what I'd done, wouldn't take no for an answer. So, I gave him a heavily edited version of what had happened. He thought it was hilarious.
When he stopped laughing, he said "Hope it all works out." Then, without warning, "Your place or mine?"
I'm not a control freak, but I do like my own turf, and I did have a king-size bed, so we walked back to my place. We were both sober, but it had been a long day. Ted's arm around me as we walked tended to wake me up, though, and I felt kind of playful. I put my hand on his butt and squeezed. Nice and hard, and he let out a surprised groan.
At the B&B, the guy behind the desk leered at us as he handed me my key. I looked at him for a moment then stuck out my tongue. The look on his face was priceless. Ted cracked up totally, and we staggered to the stairs, arm in arm.
"I love your sense of humor," he said, still giggling. "Are you funny in bed too?"
"No way, man, that's serious business," I said and started giggling too.
Rolling on the bed, fully clothed, he said "Get serious, dammit, I want to make love to you," and clamped his mouth on mine making further wise ass remarks from me impossible.
This guy knew how to kiss. Wow, did he know how! His tongue hit all the hot spots in my mouth and I had an instant hardon. Feeling his broad shoulders tapering to a tiny waist and those tight buns with my hands while this was happening didn't hurt either.
The kiss was long and passionate, and I was getting really involved with this very sensuous man. So, I did the natural thing, I jabbed him in the ribs with my thumb.
After he jumped, he grabbed both my hands, and said "That does it." He crossed my wrists and took them in one of his big hands and, straddling me, held them over my head.
Lying helpless, he began taking off my shirt. I looked up into his big brown eyes and pleaded, "Please be gentle with me, I'm still a virgin."
He looked at me confused, and said "Are you really?"
"Hell no," I said, freeing myself and going on the attack. We wrestled, and buttons were undone, belts unbuckled, and zippers pulled down. I got my hands in his jockeys first, and found a very nice handful. He quickly had my hard dick in his hand too.
"Relax," he said. "I'm going to get these pants off of you. This zipper has teeth!"
"I'll be good," I promised.
I helped him get all of my clothes off then took all of his off, including his jockeys. A really nice cock stared at me. At least seven inches long, circumcised, and throbbing for attention. My dick was in his hand, and his was in mine. We leaned together for a kiss. The time for playing was over.
I eased him on his back and ran my tongue down his hard chest. Smooth, only a few hairs around his nipples which got a lot of attention from my tongue. He realized that I was finally serious and relaxed. His skin was soft, but the muscle underneath was hard, the feeling of a man that is such a turnon.
When my mouth reached his cock, he tried to pull me around so that he could get at me too. "No," I told him, "I want to enjoy YOU." He agreed, still holding my dick in his hand.
I licked around the rim, then across the head, then down the sides of his shaft several times before zeroing in on the hot spot under the corona. He moaned, but didn't thrust upward, just lying back and enjoying.
I took the head into my mouth and, while working my tongue, moved down until he hit the back of my throat. His cock was almost a perfect fit. I was less than a half inch from his groin. Moving up and down, I savored the taste and feel of him. He felt unbelievably good in my mouth. A few more strokes and I could tell he was getting there, so I stopped and licked on his balls for a while, hoping that he would back off.
I went back to his cock, giving him long slow strokes, letting my tongue do whatever it wanted. I was enjoying this so much that I didn't want it to end, but after a few more minutes of this, he said one word, "Go," and I did. I sped up a little, but not much, wantin to ease him over the edge. He started jerking, and I positioned myself to take full advantage of the coming flood. He didn't shoot in spurts, but seemed to just pour like a fire hose. I swallowed, and it just kept pouring forth.
He softened quickly, and after cleaning him up thoroughly, I moved up for a kiss. He held me, and I helped ease him down from the high he'd just experienced.
When his breathing had returned to normal, he pushed me on my back and asked "Long and slow or short and sweet?"
"Short and sweet," I told him, "I'm almost there already." Pretty damned perceptive, I thought.
Ted didn't waste any time. A few licks to lubricate, and he had my whole cock in his mouth. His tongue homed in on all the right places, and I was gasping and moaning in no time. I didn't try to hold back and he didn't try to stop me. It was full speed ahead. It hit me on one of his down strokes, and I only bumped along the edge for a second or two, then the free fall began. It seemed to go on forever. I don't know how he did it, but his tongue never stopped stimulating me while he was swallowing spurt after spurt.
"Mmmmm," he murmured as he snuggled next to me.
The next thing I remember was a light tapping on the door.
"Whaaaat?" I mumbled.
"One breakfast or two?" was the timid reply.
Consciousness returned. Ted wasn't in bed, but I could hear the shower. "Two," I yelled back.
"Be back in a minute," I heard.
When he emerged from the bathroom, he was fully dressed. "Can we talk?" he asked.
"Joan Rivers at this hour of the morning?" I answered.
He chuckled as he sat down on the bed next to me, reached over and gave me a good morning kiss.
"I don't know why, but you bring out something in me. I'm not usually the perpetual smartass," I said.
"You're fun," he said, "and I owe you a 'long and slow'. I've got to get back early today, but I'd like to see you again."
"I intend to collect on that," I said.
"I'm only about 45 minutes North of you on the Peninsula," he continued, trying to be serious. "Would you like to come up next week?"
"I'd really like that," I said seriously.
We were trading phone numbers when another tap on the door announced our breakfast.
We ate from the little cart, sitting on the bed, him dressed, me naked. When we finished, he gave me a quick kiss and a good grope to my semi-hard dick.
"Asshole," I said, "leaving me in this condition!"
"Just making you anxious to see me again," he said as he got up and headed for the door.
Damn, that's one HOT man, I mumbled to myself as he left. He looks as good IN clothes as he does out of them.
I had the day to kill, in fact, I had planned to stay until Sunday afternoon.
After a shower, I wandered.
To be continued.
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