The following is a story that deals with explicit gay sex between men. If this type of material offends you, or you are under the age allowed by the state or region you reside in or you reside in an area where this type of material is not legal, I feel sorry for you. In any case, you must please leave and not go any further.
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I dedicate this and everything I do to my partner, who goes through hell just to be with me.
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Man in the Mirror Chapter 3
We eventually got up off the floor of the entryway. There still was a pool of cum that dripped from my ass on the marble floor that needed to be cleaned. I grabbed my torn shirt and wiped up the sticky goo.
"There," I said, "that's better".
Royce chuckled.
"You look tired," he said to me.
"I am, you're wearing me out."
Royce smiled and his blue eyes sparkled.
"Ok, I will give you a rest." he said. "How's your butt doing? I was pretty aggressive. You just had me so turned on Eric." He put his arms around me, held me close, and gently caressed my butt.
"Well it hurts a bit right now, but I think I will live." Actually my butt was hurting like crazy but I didn't want him to feel bad.
"Next time I will take it easy," he said with just a touch of sadness.
"Don't worry," I replied, "Just because it hurts a bit, doesn't mean I want to stop, damn hon, that was the best fuck I ever had in my life." I held him tighter then kissed him.
"You bring out the devil in me somehow", Royce said, "and I want to continue to do that with you".
"You can count on that," I answered
"I need to shower, the sperm is still pouring out my butt here," I said as I looked at the cum that was streaming down my legs. "You really dropped a load up there," I said smiling, "and I loved every minute of it".
This time Royce took me by the hand and led me up the stair to the shower.
We stepped in to the stall and Royce turned on the water to all five showerheads. The showerhead above drenched us while the four heads on the wall invigorated our bodies. Royce gently washed my butt and legs.
"Your rear looks so sore love, sorry," he said.
"Don't worry, I like the sensation, it feels like you are still inside me." He leaned over and gave my sore butt a kiss.
"Sorry, babe", he said sadly.
We kissed and finished our shower. We dried ourselves and went into the bedroom to rest. I sat down on the settee with my legs open to invite Royce to sit in between them. He leaned his back up against my naked chest. My dick sat in the crack of his ass. I swallowed him up in my arms, rubbing the palms of my hands on his chest and stomach. I rested my chin on his shoulders.
The sun was setting just outside the bedroom window. What a perfect day this was. We watched as the sun turned the sky a crimson red, then a brilliant orange. We sat there in silence. I squeezed Royce and drew him closer to me. We could see the sun disappearing on the horizon. Soon it was dark in the room. We sat there, holding onto each other.
It was hard to believe that just this morning I was looking out this very window at the pool when I first laid eyes on Royce. Now, I am holding him in my arms. We sat in silence for several more minutes, enjoying the touch of each other's bodies.
Breaking our silence, I whispered, "You know Saturday is my birthday. Would you celebrate it with me?"
"Really?" he replied, "I'd love to. Funny thing and you are not going to believe this, but Sunday is my birthday".
"Oh God, two Gemini's what a match up". I said laughing out loud.
"So, how old will you be?" he asked.
I got rather somber with that question. He was going to have to know eventually.
"I will be 40, too old for you, I know", I said, holding my breath waiting for the answer.
He laughed "You could never be too old for me Eric". I breathed a sigh of relief.
"So how old will you be?" I said.
"Hmm, 30?" he said more like a question than a statement. "Too young for you I bet", he giggled.
"Well if you can stand this old man, I guess I could put up with you being so damn young".
He sat up, twisted around, and started to tickle me. I maneuvered out of his grasp and ran to the bed. He tackled me and we rolled around, then embraced, and kissed for a long time. It felt so good having his naked body all over mine. He lay on top of me resting his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him. We both felt content and completely relaxed.
"Bollocks!", Royce shouted out of the blue, breaking our embrace.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I just remembered, I promised a couple friends of mine they could take me to dinner for my birthday."
"Oh" I said feeling really dejected, "that's ok we can celebrate another time".
"No" he insisted, "they will just have to take us both out for dinner, besides I can't wait for them to meet you".
"I thought you were new to this country or do you make friends really fast?" I laughed.
"Actually, my friend Chandler is from London. I've known him since prep school. He met his partner Tony, online. He has been commuting back and forth from Great Britain to Los Angeles for about 4 years now".
"Why doesn't he just move here? Does he have commitments in London?"
"No, It's kind of strange, seems the United States has some very screwed up immigration laws, especially when it comes to gay couples".
"I don't understand", I said quizzically.
"I tell you what; Chandler and Tony can explain it much better than I can. I know they are trying to get the word passed around about this problem and they will be glad to fill you in".
"I know", I exclaimed, "how about we have a little dinner party right here. I will cook something wonderful for just the four of us."
"You can cook too"
"Well cooking is sort of a hobby with me. I love it and I can get very creative."
"Damn I really fell into something good here", he looked at me, kissed me, and smiled. "A dinner party sounds great to me," he said. "I will call them and tell them later".
"Good, then it's a done deal", I said with a big smile. It made me feel good that Royce wanted me to meet his friends.
"My butt is hurting, how about we go soak in the Jacuzzi for a while and then we go to dinner," I said.
"Ok, where's the Jacuzzi", he asked.
"It's upstairs in the room next to the gym".
"The gym? You have a gym here too?"
"Yep, I guess I better give you a tour of this place, its allot bigger than your Aunt's, actually it's allot bigger than any other condo in this complex".
"How did you manage that?" he asked.
"I have clout," I chuckled "besides I am an investor".
"Just how rich are you?" he asked.
"You'll find out soon enough". I said trying not to act too mysterious. "Let's go soak my ass", I said changing the subject.
We got up and headed up the stairs. I gave Royce a quick tour of the third level, which included three more bedrooms, and of course, the gym, and the Jacuzzi room.
We then went through the gym and into the Jacuzzi Room. I turned on the jets and we got into the hot water. We sat down next to each other and let the water from the jets surround our bodies. We looked at the view of the city through the large window on one of the walls of the room.
My butt was beginning to feeling better. Royce turned to face me and move in closer wrapping his arms around me and we kissed. He then laid his head on my shoulder.
"I love you", he said quietly.
"I love you too babe".
The alarm went off in my head, again. There's the "L" word again. This is way too soon? Why do I keep saying I love you? I dismissed these thoughts right away. This was too good to speculate whether it's right or wrong.
We held each other letting the water jet over our bodies for nearly an hour. I am not sure if it was the hot water or the deeds of the day, but I suddenly became extremely tired and very sleepy.
"What say we get out of this thing and go lay down for a bit before we go to dinner," I said yawning.
"Good idea", Royce said, "I am very tired and could use a quick nap". We dragged our tired bodies out of the Jacuzzi, dried off, and went down to the bedroom. We crawled under the bed linens, cuddled each other in the spoon position, where I could feel Royce's cock in the crack of my ass. In an instant, we were both sound asleep.
Sunshine was flowing into the bedroom when I slowly opened my eyes. Bit by bit, my mind came out of the fog and started to remember the activities yesterday.
"Hmmm," I said to myself, "was that a dream yesterday or was that real?" I looked over at the Man in the Mirror "Well was it?" I said silently knowing he can hear me.
"Yeah it was very real and soon you will remember it all," said the Man in the Mirror.
I rolled over expecting to see Royce next to me, but he wasn't. "Where did he go?" I said to the Man in Mirror, "maybe it was a dream". The pain in my butthole told me yesterday was no dream. So where is Royce? The thoughts about yesterday all came back into my mind at once, causing mey dick to get hard.
"What the hell time is it anyway?" I said out loud. I looked over at the clock on the table next to the bed as it shouted at me it was nearly 11 AM!
"Damn I've been asleep nearly 14 hours! He really did wear me out". A smile came over my face as the thoughts of yesterday passed through my mind again.
I threw the covers off of me wondering where the hell Royce is. My dick was still hard as a rock. I always seem to wake up with a hard on anyway, but the thoughts of yesterday made it harder than usual.
I was about to stand up when Royce's naked body entered the room holding a bed tray filled with all kinds of tasty looking goodies to eat. His dick was resting on his balls, soft and covered with the sheath that is his foreskin. Michelangelo's David couldn't be more beautiful.
"Good morning sleepy head", he said cheerfully. "We slept through dinner last night so when I woke up I went and raided your kitchen and put together a breakfast", he said. God his British accent sounded so good to wake up to in the morning.
"I hope I got the right things for an American breakfast, well nearly lunch actually," he said looking at the clock next to the bed. He set the tray down on the bed, came around to where I was sitting, kissed me, and sat down next to me.
"I am sure everything will be wonderful", I responded.
"Looks like you got up in a randy mood this morning", he said, looking at my hard dick.
"Randy?" I questioned,
"Yeah, you Americans call it Horny I think", we both laughed
"I am going to have to get an American to English Dictionary with you around babe", I giggled.
"I really am the one who should have an English to American Dictionary since I am living in the states for a while", he laughed.
"For a while?" I thought to myself. A chill ran through me. Why would that phrase bother me? I dismissed it and continued on.
"So what do we have to eat here, besides my dick?" I said playfully
"Oh your dick is dessert," he said with a wink.
I looked over at the faire he had set before me on the tray. Besides coffee, there were pancakes and maple syrup, scrambled eggs, with ranchero sauce, strawberries, and whipped cream.
"Damn hon, this is a spread for a dozen people," I said with amazement. "I didn't know you could cook too".
"It's not all that difficult to do, I just rummaged around the kitchen until I found what I thought would be breakfast," he said being rather proud of himself.
Royce handed me a plate with a stack of three pancakes. "Let me pour the syrup for you", Royce said as he grabbed the bottle turning it upside down to pour on my breakfast
"That's ok I can do it," I said grabbing for the bottle at the same time. As I did, I hit the bottle from Royce's hand, knocking the top off. I reached and caught the bottle in mid air, but not before a big glob of syrup flew from the bottle and landed right on my half-hard dick. We looked what had just happened and laughed our heads off.
"Now, how do you suppose I should clean that up?" I said with a devilish grin on my face.
Without a thought, Royce leaned over and licked the sugary mess from my dick, his blue eyes never leaving mine. This made my dick go back to full on hard.
"Hmmm tastes great," he said licking his lips. He then grabbed the bottle of syrup and poured more on my cock that was now dripping with precum. His mouth went down on me but this time he swallowed the whole eight and a half inches. He let go of my dick and sat up again.
"Damn, the combination of syrup and cum is bloody well good", he said licking his lips again. He poured even more on my cock and went down on it again.
While he was cleaning my dick of the syrup, I reached over to the tray and picked up a strawberry. I dipped it in the whipped cream taking a large portion. I put all the cream in my mouth but only bit into half the strawberry. I lifted Royce from my rod, syrup, salvia, and precum dripping from his lips. I brought his mouth to mine. He opened wide and I pushed the whipped cream and strawberry from my mouth to his, grabbing his hardened cock as I did so. The whipped cream oozed from our mouths and down our chins.
I pushed him down on his back, my dish of pancakes flipped onto the bed. I took more whipped cream and put it on one of his nipples. I reached for the bottle of syrup, put some of the thick liquid on the other nipple, and devoured first the nipple cream, then the nipple syrup.
He moaned with delight and said, "Fuck Eric, do it more, lick my nipples".
The sensation in my mouth of the cream and syrup and nipple was electric.
The passion was building up inside me again. I knelt in front of him and took the bottle of syrup but his time I poured it on Royce's chest and stomach. I took my hands and rubbed it all over him.
"Oh Fuck Eric", he moaned as he looked at the thick liquid all over his body. "You're bloody nuts, but I love it".
My hands now covered in syrup, made a great lube to beat off his stiff nine-inch dick. I stroked it so it would stay hard as a rock. My mouth went down on it. I felt his body shudder. After a few strokes of my mouth on his shaft, I released it, precum and syrup dripping from my lips, this time. I then licked my way from this dick all the way up to his mouth, plunging my tongue deep inside, so he could taste the sweet syrup and precum that I lapped up. I got back up on my knees. This time I took the pancakes that were now very cool and shredded them onto Royce's eight-pack stomach. I then took the cooled scrambled eggs and spread them over his pecs and hardened nipples. Royce was grinning from ear to ear, obviously enjoying the sexual food orgy on his body.
"What is this you're doing to me Eric?" he said, with anticipation.
"I'm not sure, but I think its breakfast. We're gonna like it though", I replied.
Thinking only of passion, I took the syrup and poured it on top of my make shift breakfast. I plunged my face down on his abs, devouring as much food as possible off his body until I got to Royce's mouth. I lay on top of him, the food squishing between us. I rolled him over on top of me letting the food rest on my body as well as all over the bed. Royce started in on devouring the food from my chest and stomach and down to my hard eight incher. He reached over and took some whipped cream from the bowl and put a glob on the tip of my cock. He went down on it and the cream oozed from the side of his mouth depositing itself in my pubic hair. He started to beat his cock while he was sucking. That sensation nearly sent me over the edge.
I reached over to the bowl of whipped cream, that was miraculously still on the tray, and took a handful. I then dumped the whipped cream on top of his head as he was sucking my swollen pud. I rubbed the creamy mess into his scalp while assisting the up and down assault on my cock. He released my dick from his jaws and knelt in front of me; whipped cream and precum still dripping from his lips and down his chin.
He started to beat his huge meat over me faster and faster. His chest was heaving in and out, as his breathing grew more intense. By the way his ball sack was close to his body, I knew he would be close to cumming. So I used the whipped cream and syrup from my body as lube and beat my dick.
Harder and harder, I pounded my shaft with my fist. I was close to cumming. I could feel my balls tighten and the man juice heading toward my pee hole. I heard Royce let out a scream of passion and cum spewed from his dick all over my food-encrusted body. I scooped up his cum with the syrup and cream mixed in and put it in my mouth and swallowed it. The erotic taste caused me to loose control of my load and cum shot from my cock like a rocket, going into the air at least 3 ft and landing on my already cum soaked, syrup soak, whipped cream soaked chest and stomach. Wave after wave of our cum landed on the mess on my body. Royce leaned over and licked as much cum, syrup, cream concoction as possible until he reached my mouth where we exchanged the food between our mouths.
Exhausted, he fell on my body with a thud. We tried to catch our breath but it was no use. It was going to take a long time before we were going to breathe normally. We lay there for some time. Royce was the first one to stir. He got up and looked at me and bust out laughing.
"My god you look bloody awful," he screamed with laugher.
"You should see the way you look," I said, "you had a whipped cream shampoo". You could still see the whipped cream in his hair, dripping down the sides and in the back of his head and neck. I couldn't help but laugh.
I started to sniff the air, "What's that disgusting smell?" I said still sniffing the horrid odor.
"Yes I smell it too," Royce said, "god it bloody awful, it's turning my stomach".
"It's the whipped cream reacting to our body heat, like spoiled milk," I deduced, trying to hold my breath.
"God we have to shower and get this crap off of us quick" he said, "the smell is getting to me".
I sat up and the food that was all over my body fell on the bed and on the floor. The syrup, cum, cream concoction started to slide down my chest and stomach.
"We're going to have to clean up this mess after we clean ourselves," I said heading for the shower. "We can just throw those sheets in the trash," I laughed. Royce laughingly agreed and followed me on toward the bathroom. On the way, I looked over at the Man in the Mirror. He just shook his head and laughed too.
Before we got into the shower, we wiped down our bodies trying to get as much of the chunky stuff off before walking into the stall. When we figured we could not get anymore off of us without the assistance of hot water and soap, we walked into the stall and turned on the water. It took us nearly a half hour to clean all the crud from our bodies. You would be surprised where some of that stuff had landed. We looked at each other and laughed again. We kissed.
"That was one of the most erotic and kinky thing I ever did," Royce said, as we stood holding each other under the water of the five showerheads.
"Yes, it was special cause it was with you", I said.
We turned off the water, dried ourselves, and headed to the mess in the bedroom.
It took us over an hour to get the bedroom cleaned and the sheets changed. When done, we sat down on the settee to catch our breath.
A few minutes later, Royce said, "I had better give Chandler a call about tomorrow's dinner".
"Sure use the phone over there," I said pointing to the phone on the table next to the bed.
Royce got up, went to the phone, picked up the receiver, and punched in the numbers.
As he stood there with his back to me, I couldn't help but admire his naked body. I looked at him up and down, his bronzed broad shoulders, his muscled arms, his smooth back, his firm, round buttocks, that made you want to run your tongue from one cheek to the next, down through the crack to his rosebud. He turned around, saw me starring at him. His deep blue eyes lit up as starred back at me.
I got up off the settee and went over behind him. He was still on the phone talking with Chandler. I couldn't resist. I put my arms around him, grabbed onto his chest, and kissed him on the back of the neck, my hardening cock resting in his ass crack.
"Ok Chandler, then you'll come," he said into the phone, trying not to let his voice give away what I was doing to him. "You know where I live, looking forward to seeing you and having you meet Eric, right now I have to run, something has come up," he said as he looked down at his hardening dick. "Cheery Bye" and he hung up the phone.
He turned around, not letting me loose the grip on his body and put his arms around me too.
"It's all set for Saturday hon; they will be here around 8 for cocktails and dinner at 9PM ok?"
"Sure Royce that will be good," I said looking into the blue pools that were his eyes.
"I could drown in your eye", I said not taking my glance from his. I leaned into him and kissed his lips. He opened his mouth to let in my tongue. My dick was aching it was so stiff. Royce's was just as hard and already dripping precum. "I want to taste your cum" I said, as my breathing became heavier and heavier. He kissed me.
I let go of his lips, licked my way to his neck, and sucked on it as hard as I could. I wanted to give him a hicky. I wanted to leave my mark. This was my territory now. When I knew I had sucked hard enough I let go and continued my assault on his body. I grabbed a nipple in one hand and my mouth took the other. I sucked on it and squeezed his other nipple with my fingers, just enough to raise passion without pain. He threw his head back letting out a groan of pleasure and said, "I love you Eric".
I relaxed my grip on his nipple with my fingers and my mouth. I licked my way down his abs to his pubic hair. My tongue rode up the shaft of his nine inch dick. I got on my knees and pushed him down so he would be sitting on the edge of the bed, my mouth never leaving his shaft.
I gulped down his cock with the foreskin still covering his mushroom dick head. Repeatedly I pumped his dick with my mouth feeling it throb, feeling every vein and ridge. The tip of his foreskin kept tickling the back of my throat. My jaws were aching from having that massive meat inside my mouth, but I couldn't let go. I was enjoying the taste of his precum. I wanted to drain his nuts, I wanted to taste his entire load and not waste a drop.
I let go of his cock from my mouth, but still held on to his ball, squeezing every so gently. Precum and saliva was dripping down my chin.
"Don't stop Eric, please,? he said trying to keep himself in control.
"Oh babe, don't worry I am just getting started," I came back.
I ran my tongue around the inside of his foreskin lapping up all the precum that was inside. I pulled back his sheath and exposed his gorgeous mushroom head. It was pinkish and glistened in the light from the precum dripping from his hole. I stuck my tongue out and drank in the jizz. I ran my tongue round the edge of the head. I felt Royce's body quake. I was pleasing him I could tell and that excited me.
I opened my mouth wide and devoured his cock in one swoop. This time it was his mushroom cockhead, I felt at the back of my throat. I moved my head slowly up so only the head was in my mouth, my tongue licking its pee hole while I did this. Then down again slowly until my nose was buried in his pubic hairs again. Up and down, I went slowly at first then my pace became faster. My grip on his balls became tighter.
"Eric I'm going to cum," he said with some urgency, "I want to suck you now".
I let go of his throbbing dick for an instant. "No," I said lovingly, "this is all about you right now Royce".
I continued my pounding of his cock with my mouth. I squeezed harder in his balls. Up and down, my mouth went on his pulsating rod until I felt his balls tighten. I knew he was ready to let go of his sweet juice.
Royce let out a scream "Oh bloody hell, I'm cumming" he yelled. The first wave of cum hit the back of my throat like a dart, I almost gagged but I kept my up and down motion on his dick. Then another wave, shot down my throat. The taste was like nectar. I just kept swallowing what seemed like forever. Slowly I let go of his sack. More cum went down my throat. I didn't want to loose any of it. It was all mine.
Royce's breathing started to get back to normal. My mouth was still on his dick as it was starting to soften. I figured it was time to release it from my lips. I didn't want to. I wanted in my mouth forever, but I did open my mouth and let his dick fall onto this scrotum. I saw a drop of cum dripping from his pee hole. I lapped it up.
I stood up. Royce was lying on the bed, still trying to catch his breath. I lay my body next to his, turned his head, and kissed him deeply and with more passion that I have ever let anyone have from me. He returned the kiss with as much love as I gave to him. We lay there in the afterglow, not wanting or not able to say anything. This is what I have been looking for all my life, I said to the Man in the Mirror across from the bed.
"I know, You did good Eric", he said though my thoughts, "you didn't even cum".
"I didn't want to cum, this was all for Royce". My dick was still half hard, though.
"Do you love him that much?"
"I think I do, I know it is too soon, but when it's right it's right," I replied silently.
I returned my thoughts to the naked man on the bed.
"Penny for your thoughts," Royce said.
I chuckled, "I was just saying how much I love you".
He smiled. "Who were you saying that to, the mirror?" he said with a smile.
"The whole world should know how I feel Royce," I said skirting the question, wondering if it was a coincidence about the reference to the mirror. If he only knew, I was seeing and hearing, through my thoughts, a naked man coming from that mirror, a man who was acting as my conscience, he would think I was a nut case.
"I feel the same about you Eric", he said cuddling closer to me on the bed, "and I love you too, I know we haven't known each other very long but when it's right its right".
Now didn't I just say that to the Man in the Mirror? Can Royce read my thoughts or are we that much in tuned to each other?
I propped my body up, rolled on top of him, and kissed him long and hard. I lay on top like that enjoying the warmth of his body under mine. We lay like this, not saying a word just listening to each other breathe for at least 20 minutes.
"I hate to say this, kiddo," I said as I got up on my feet coming back to reality, "but we had better get some clothes on, we have to get some groceries for our guests on Saturday".
"Hmmm do we have to get dressed? I like you naked," he chided.
"Well I like you naked too dear", I said, "but unfortunately we would get arrested if we went out like this". We both laughed.
"I guess you are right," He said sounding like a spoiled child. "I will go next door and change."
"Look, Royce, why don't you bring your clothes over here," I said hoping he would say yes. "Let's face it, we have a connection, and it's not going to go away, so just move on in".
"You really want me to?" he questioned.
"Yes, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. We could keep an eye on your aunt's townhouse from here".
"Ok, I will bring my things over", he said as he jumped up and kissed me on the lips. He turned and started to run down the stairs.
"Hey Royce, you better put some clothes on before you run out that door," I warned.
"Damn," he said, "I feel like a ruddy teenager right now and I am acting like one too".
Royce's clothes were still downstairs, thrown all over the living room from our sexfest on the entryway floor. He continued to run down the stairs, put on his clothes and ran out the door yelling, "I will be back in a few minutes Eric, I love you", and closed the door behind him.
I stood there for a moment and smiled. This is going to one hell of an adventure with this guy.
I decided it was time I called my office. I am sure Janice, my Executive Assistant, had been trying to contact me. I had turned off the phone and answering machine so Royce and I wouldn't be disturbed early on. I had not turned on the computer in two days. I know my email has been piling up. I will check that another time.
I dialed the office
"Eric Timpson Landscape Design, how can I direct your call?" said the voice on the other end.
"Lydia, it's me Eric".
"Oh Mr. Timpson, Mrs. Rice has been trying to contact you, let me put you through".
"Thanks Lydia".
The music from the phone system was blaring soft hits from the 80's. It wasn't very long before Janice came on the phone.
"Eric where the hell have you been, I have been trying to contact you for hours and that's just today," She yelled into the phone.
"Well good morning to you too Janice," I said hoping she would calm down a bit.
Now you are wondering why I would let my secretary talk to me that way, well Janice is more than just my secretary or as they say under it's more politically correct way, my Executive Assistant. Janice runs the business end of the company. She knows every aspect of how things run. I wouldn't be able to survive without her. She has been with the company since I started it over 10 years ago. She and her husband, Billy, have been the closest thing to a family that I have here in LA. Oh and she is fully aware that I am gay. She and Billy have been trying to get me to settle down for a long time. Actually most people in the office know I'm gay, I have never tried to hide that fact. Most of my employee's don't give a damn; those that do usually aren't around very long.
"Well Janice, it's a long story" I started to say.
"Eric, are you ok? Did something happen?" she said with genuine concern.
"Yes I am just fine, actually I am fantastic, I haven't felt this good in ages," I said trying not to overdue my enthusiasm.
"Oh my God," she yelled, "You met someone. Tell me about him. Where's he from? Is he stable and secure?" she continued.
Janice could always read my thoughts. "Whoa there girl, too many questions at once", I interrupted; "Besides you will get to meet him very soon. I am going to stop by the office in a few minutes. I will bring him with me and I want to show him the 15 floor".
"Great, I can't wait to meet him".
"Janice, I think this is the one".
"I hope so Eric, you need something more in your life besides this business. Well hang up and get your cute ass on over here," she said very loudly.
"Well what about the important thing you were trying to contact me about?" I questioned.
"Oh, it's just the Lawry account, they're yelling for their plans, don't worry about them I will handle it, just get on over here, and let me see this man of yours".
"Ok, Royce and I will be over in about an hour or so", I told her.
"Royce, wow a classy name".
"And he's British".
"Very Classy. Well hurry then, I am dying to meet him".
"Ok, see you in a few, bye for now".
"Bye", and we hung up the phones.
Just then the doorbell rang, I was still naked, and so I grabbed a towel off the chair, ran downstairs, and opened the door. It was Royce. He was dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a white polo shirt that clung to his torso like Saran Wrap around a ceramic bowl. I stood there looking at him and yes, I dropped my towel. We laughed like crazy. I shut the door behind Royce hoping no one saw me.
"I will have to get you a key for that door," I said still laughing. I threw the towel over my shoulder. There was no need to be modest with him anymore. I went to the drawer in the kitchen and took out a spare key to the front door.
"Here's a key to the door babe", I said and I tucked it into his front pocket then grabbed his crouch.
"You better get dressed or I am going to take off my clothes and jump your ass", he said while slapping my butt with his hand.
"Ouch, I will be ready in a second, come on up and help me decide what to wear", I said, "by the way, I hope you don't mind but I need to stop by the office before we go shopping. I just called in and they need me to sign off some designs. Oh and I told my Executive Assistant, Janice about you. She wants to meet you, to give you the 3rd degree I think," I said smiling.
"Oh, am I in for trouble?" he said seriously.
"Not really, she's really looking forward to meeting you, besides her bark is worse than her bite."
I put on a pair of jeans, a pair that was more businesslike that I cared to wear, and a blue sport shirt.
"There, do I look like the owner of a thriving landscape design company?" I said holding out my arms.
"Yes you look too great," He came up to me and kissed me drawing my tongue from my mouth. "Actually, you look good enough to eat".
Feeling that warmth in my pelvis, I pulled him away and said, "Babe, we really need to go. There's nothing I would like to do more than suck your dick again kiddo, but I really need to get to the office".
"OK spoil sport", we both laughed. As we headed down the stairs to the front door, Royce said, "Thanks for the key love." He kissed me and we headed out the door. We got into my Benz and were off to my office.
Getting off the freeway, we turned onto Wilshire Blvd. My office was just a short way from the exit. In a distance, Royce saw the structure and read aloud the name across the top of the 15-story building.
"Timpson Enterprises", he said like he was very impressed. "You own the bloody building?" he shouted.
"The corporation owns the building among other holdings," I said as matter of fact. "Since I am the CEO of the corporation, I put my name on the building", I chided, deliberately oversimplifying my situation. Royce smiled but seemed speechless.
"Are you ok hon?" I said rather surprised at his silence.
"Yes I am fine; I am just trying to take in all of this. How rich are you?" he said bringing up that subject once again.
"I tell you what, the day after your birthday, I will explain all to you ok?"
"Ok Eric thanks", he said sounding relieved and leaned over and kissed my cheek.
I pulled into the parking structure where the valet came to my door and opened it. Another valet opened Royce's door.
"Good afternoon Mr. Timpson, how are you today?" the 1st valet said with a pronounced Spanish accent.
"Hi Jorge," I replied, "Doing fine how are you?"
"Muy Bien, senior", and I handed him my spare key.
As Royce was stepping from the car, the other valet said, "Good Afternoon Sir". He looked Spanish but had no trace of an accent. He was also much younger and quite striking, with deep dark eyes and shoulder length black hair. I saw Royce staring at him and I swear the cute valet was staring back. "Good Afternoon", was Royce's reply.
We walked into the lobby and were greeted by the Security Guard.
"Good Afternoon, Mr. Timpson, nice to see you as always", said the guard.
"Good to see you too, Marcus, has your wife had that baby yet?"
"No sir, any day though", he said sounding rather impatient that it hadn't been born yet.
Marcus was a rather handsome black man about 6 ft 4in tall, in his late 30's. It was difficult to tell but I had presumed he had a very hard body under that uniform. I had often had fantasies about what was under that uniform, but he is married with five kids and one more on the way. A true family man in every way. I guess not everyone is gay.
"Well good luck, hope it comes soon", I said.
"Thanks Mr. Timpson, I love kids and can't wait for this one to get here. This one's another boy".
"Well keep me informed".
"Oh sorry, where's my manners", I said, "Marcus I would like you to meet my partner, Royce Stewart".
"Good Afternoon, Mr. Stewart".
"Good Afternoon, Marcus", Royce said rather shyly.
"Hope to see more of you around here Mr. Stewart".
"Thank you", Royce said as we stepped into the waiting private elevator.
"You ok hon?", I said as the doors closed and I pressed the button for the 14th floor.
"Yes, a bit overwhelmed by what I am seeing", he said.
"I hope it's not too much for you", I came back, with a little concern in my voice.
"Oh no quite the contrary, I am very impressed", he said this time with pride in his voice. "And thank you for introducing me as your partner. Do these people realize what that means and how do you remember everyone's name?" I turned and kissed him gently on the lips.
Royce was more animated now and the questions started coming rapid fire. "All my employee's know I am gay, Royce, I don't hide that fact, if they don't like it that's their problem. And as far as remembering names its just part of doing business." saying it like it was no big deal. "There is one face I don't remember seeing though."
"Oh which one?" he said.
"The one you were staring at, that rather hunky Hispanic guy who opened your door". I said with a grin
"Oh him I hardly notice him", he laughed.
Just then, the elevator doors opened on the 14th to the front desk. Behind the receptionist, on the wall in large gold letters, was written "Eric Timpson Landscape Design".
"Good afternoon, Mr. Timpson"
"Hi Lydia", I said, "I would like you to meet my partner, Royce Stewart".
"Good to meet you Mr. Stewart", she replied.
"Like wise, Lydia".
"Where's Janice?" I said.
"Mrs. Rice is in your office sir", Lydia replied.
I turned and I lead Royce to my office, greeting people as we went and introducing Royce to everyone.
We finally got to my office and went in. Janice was standing by my desk.
Janice Rice was a striking woman, about 50 something, and very secretive about the "something". Her attire was always business like, and looked the part of the Executive Assistant. She was about 5ft 10in and slightly overweight. Her stature made her more menacing looking than she really was, but that worked to our advantage at times, with difficult clients.
"Well there you are", she said, walking up to us, "and this must be Royce, wow, you weren't kidding, Eric when you said he was a looker".
Royce blushed. That was something I hadn't seen before.
"Thank you so very much", Royce said.
"Yes, Janice this is Royce Stewart", I said to make the introduction official.
"So you're the one who finally captured Eric's heart", she said, "frankly I thought it was never going to happen".
"Well it was sort of a chance meeting, we're neighbors of sorts", he said, "I am just so overwhelmed by all of this".
"You mean he didn't tell you about his business?" she scowled.
"There hadn't been time", I said; "eventually he will know all there is to know about me, hopefully that wont scare him away". We all laughed.
"Well, where are these designs you want me to approve", I said, "Royce and I still have to go shopping for dinner tomorrow."
"Oh that can wait Eric, I have something for you", she turned toward the table by the window and picked up a large brightly wrapped package.
"Happy Birthday Eric", she said leaning up to my cheek and kissing it. She whispered into my ear, "I like him Eric, I like him very much".
She pulled away and said out load, "Go ahead, and open it".
I tore at the package trying not to ruin the large bow that was on top, but it was no use. It came undone as I tore away the paper. It was the silver Superman Kingdom Come statue by Alex Ross that had eluded me for so long.
"Oh Janice, where did you find it", I said.
I turned to Royce and said, "Hon I have been looking for this for years". I realized I never did tell him that I was an avid collector of Superman memorabilia. I should have showed him more of house as I intended. He would have seen the room with my collection. I felt bad because I could see the puzzlement on his face. So did Janice.
"Eric, how long have you too known each other," she said like a mother talking to her offspring.
"Not long enough, apparently", Royce said a little embarrassed by his lack of knowledge. "We have so much to learn about each other yet".
I took him in my arms, "I'm sorry babe, we will learn all there is in time".
"I can't wait," He said with a smile. I kissed him on his lips.
"Oh don't mind me," Janice said, "I am just a fixture around here", she laughed.
"Before we get to those designs, the employees have a little party they want to share with you for your birthday", Janice said, "They all chipped in to buy you the cake".
"Well that's so thoughtful of them", I said as we left my office and headed toward the main conference room where these parties were usually held.
We entered the room where all my employee's were hiding. On the walls were signs about Over the Hill at 40. I chuckled to myself.
"Surprise!" they all yelled.
"Thank you so much", I said. They handed me a piece of chocolate cake, my favorite, and then gave Royce and Janice a piece too. We small talked, everyone kissing up to the boss as usual. I looked over at Royce. He was chatting with one of the girls from the accounting department. I caught his eye and it looked like he needed to be rescued. I went over to Janice "We need to go soon? I whisper, "Besides does the new girl in accounting know I'm gay? She looks like she is putting the moves on my man", I giggled.
"Let's go rescue him", she said.
I went up to Royce and the new girl from accounting, "Well ready to go Royce?" I said while putting my arm around him hoping the girl in accounting would get the message, "I have to look at those damn designs and then we can leave to go shopping and we can go home", the new girl looking puzzled, excused herself and left to be with the others.
"Thank you all" I shouted out "See you on Monday". They all shouted Happy Birthday again as Royce and Janice and I left the room.
"Let me quickly look at the designs, Janice", as we walked back into my office. I went to my drawing board and the plans were laying there. I looked up and Royce was standing with Janice on the other end of the room talking about something I couldn't hear. I couldn't concentrate on my work. I wanted to hold Royce in my arms.
"I can't concentrate on this right now, Janice, it will have to wait until Monday", I said throwing down my pencil.
"Ok Eric, you go and be with your man, this can wait", she said giving me that knowing look.
"I want to show Royce the 15th floor," I said.
"Hmm wish I could see his face when he sees it", she chuckled.
"15 floor?" Royce said, "What's up there?, he said with anticipation.
"You'll see", I said, "come on".
"Bye Janice, see you Monday". I said.
"Nice to meet you Janice", Royce said.
Janice went up to Royce and kissed him on the cheek. This time she whispered into his ear "I will handle that little matter we discussed. Take care of him Royce, he really is very fragile".
"I will, thank you Janice", Royce replied.
We left my office and headed for the private elevator.
"What little matter was Janice talking about?" I asked.
"Oh you heard that?" Royce said, "you weren't supposed to, but you will find out soon enough?. He said, sounding very mysterious. I let it go at that.
When we got to the reception desk, Lydia handed me the keys to my car.
"Jorge, brought these up to you Mr. Timpson, he said his shift was over and they were closing down the valet shack."
"I will have to thank him the next time I see him", I replied.
Saying our last goodbye's we stepped into the elevator. The doors shut in front of us. I took out my key, inserted it next to the number 15 on the pad with the floor numbers, and turned it. The elevator moved slowly upward. I grabbed Royce in my arms and kissed him hard on the lips. "Sorry about all this hon, I didn't know they were going to do the birthday party thing".
"That's alright Eric, it was nice of them to do that for you, they must really like you", he said.
"I pay them rather well", I said cynically.
"Why the key for the elevator", he said.
Just then, the door to the 15th floor opened onto my second residence.
"OH MY WORD," is all he said.
To Be Continued