The Lifeguard

By Orrin Rush (Of Blessed Memory)

Published on Oct 21, 2001

Gay

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. If you are

offended by graphic descriptions of homosexual acts, go

somewhere else.

Copyright c 2001 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.

Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed

electronically or in any other manner without the express,

written consent of the author.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of the characters

to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence and not

intended. They are all products of the author's imagination.


THE LIFEGUARD

Chapter 46

As soon as the Judge left the courtroom, all hell broke loose.

A lot of people that I assumed were reporters scrambled out

of the courtroom, others, in groups, seemed stunned by the

verdict.

I watched the attorney general. He was trying to calm his

troops who were screaming and yelling. When he finally got

their attention, I heard him say "Don't worry, we'll kill

this on appeal."

Now that it was safe to do so, our group got together outside

on the courthouse steps. Eric came over and put his arm

around my shoulders. "Looks like we won that round," he said.

It grew to be quite a crowd, and got larger as Annie and Jack

joined us, then Dr. Naimann came out. He was mobbed by the

press, so we moved away.

"We've gotta celebrate this," Eric said. "How about tomorrow

night in New York?"

There were nods all around, and Jack asked "Should I invite

Dr. Naimann?"

"Absolutely," I said. "Tell him to bring his wife."

We weren't jubilant. We all knew that this was just Round

One, and that the case would drag through the courts for

years. It was a major victory, for sure, but the war wasn't

over.

We all went back to Lawrence for the short trip to New York.

Eric got on the phone and when we got to the penthouse, all

was ready for us, even fresh flowers everywhere.

Laura was still with us, and her eyes almost popped out when

she saw the apartment.

We got settled. Jack wanted to make calls to the West Coast,

Annie planned to go to Sarah's, and would take Laura with her.

Ron and Jason were staying too. They felt it useless to burn

all that gas going home then coming right back.

Eric got on the phone in the den, calling Greg at Micron to

invite all of them and their wives to our celebration.

After dinner, Jack wanted to go back to the apartment to

work, but none of the rest of us were ready to turn in. Eric

hailed a cab and the four of us took off, Eric giving

directions.

"Remember the bar with the 'under the counter' action?" he

whispered in my ear.

I nodded and grinned, knowing that Ron and Jason hadn't been

there.

I think they were surprised that we'd take them to such a

nondescript bar when we knew about more exciting ones. They

didn't say anything, however.

We sat at the bar and ordered. Before long I felt a hand on

my crotch, rubbing, teasing. That was fine, but when whoever

it was reached for my zipper, I put my hand down to stop

them. Eric was watching me. "Just let 'em warm you up for

later," he laughed.

Jason was sitting next to me and I watched his face. First

there was annoyance, then surprise. "Holy shit!" he said,

"somebody's playing with my dick!"

Ron, sitting on the other side of him was grinning from ear

to ear while Eric and I burst out laughing.

"Oh my God," Jason said, spacing his words out. "I do

believe I'm getting a blowjob!"

"Me too, not bad either," Ron commented dryly.

There was a mirror behind the bar and it was impossible not

to watch them. Eric and I did our best to stay serious, but

we weren't too successful. They were obviously enjoying what

was happening, and let it continue to conclusion. Jason

stiffened and groaned. Ron was more active and twice as loud.

"Shit, he's going for seconds!" Jason mumbled.

"Save some for me," Ron warned him.

I felt a hand on my crotch again. I was hard by now, and the

stroking felt good. I saw Eric's grin in the mirror and knew

whose hand it was. I returned the favor.

The bar filled up and we watched several other guys go

through the gyrations of orgasm. Soon there was just about

standing room only behind us.

"Let's give some of these other guys a chance," I suggested.

Everyone agreed, and we decided we'd had enough and got a cab

home. There was no mention of the fact that Eric and I

hadn't participated until we got inside.

"You guys'd better do something for those," Ron said,

pointing at our tented pants. "Don't want to have to take

you to the hospital with busted blood vessels," he chuckled.

"Not a bad idea," Eric winked, and we excused ourselves.

"That was both hot and funny," Eric commented when we were

alone. "Makes me want some myself," he said, patting the

protrusion in my pants.

We undressed each other, something we hadn't done in weeks,

Eric taking the lead.

"Slow and easy tonight," he said, reading my mind.

He slipped over and hit a button that opened the drapes, then

came back and took me in his arms from behind. The lights of

the city were in front of us, and Eric's hard dick was

rubbing the cheeks of my butt. I ground into him while his

hands played with my nipples.

He turned me to face him and gave me a tender kiss. He moved

his head back to look into my eyes. There was so much love

there, then came back for more. This time it wasn't tender

but passionate.

When we came up for air, I could feel him dripping precum

against me. I reached between us and collected as much as I

could on my finger and brought it to my lips. Going back, I

picked up the drips from my own dick and put my finger in his

mouth. It was one of those moments that are not soon

forgotten.

We embraced on the bed, our dicks still rubbing. My hands

roamed over his soft skin, feeling the hardness underneath.

Every place I touched was hard muscle, making my tongue

frantic in his mouth and my dick throb between us.

I couldn't stand it much longer. I HAD to have him in my

mouth. We separated and I climbed between his legs. I

licked his shaven balls, tonguing them then taking them into

my mouth, eliciting moans from above. Moving slowly, I moved

up, inch by inch along the bottom of his throbbing cock.

When I got to the top, I slowed down and concentrated on that

spot behind the head with my tongue.

This made him thrash and moan louder. "Time out!" he said

after a few minutes of this. I looked up at him and grinned,

took a few more swipes with my tongue, then slid up his body

until our lips were locked again.

He rolled me off him, our lips never parting. Reaching down

he took my dick in his hand from the base and stroked

upward. When he reached the top, he gathered my precum, and

using it as a lubricant, gently rubbed the underside of the

head.

The combination of his lips, his tongue and his finger was too

much and it was my turn to call for a "Time out."

We resumed in a 69 position, taking our time, enjoying the

taste and feeling of having dicks in our mouths. We got close

a couple of times, but backed off. "I want you in me," I

told him.

He grinned and reached for the lube.

He entered easily, and when he was all the way in, leaned

forward to look into my eyes. "I love you," he said softly.

On every stroke my prostate sent shock waves through my

body. I felt him expand inside me. That did it.

It was one of those orgasms that seemed to last forever. I

was 'there" but then I wasn't. I felt Eric stiffen and pound

me harder through the blinding impulses that were going

through my brain, eventually flowing to a serene place of

total calm.

We held each other as the throbbing and pulsating subsided.


The celebration was catered by Chef Maurice. Who else?

The Micron group was jubilant, Sarah was congratulatory, and

I got a big surprise when Dr. Naimann arrived with a

strikingly handsome man with him.

He was introduced as Dr. Naimann's "partner". "I didn't

think you'd mind," he told Eric and me with a wink. Neither

of us had had a clue!

Everyone congratulated Dr. Naimann on his win. He made it

have a lot more meaning when he told us that the presiding

judge had never had one of his cases overturned on appeal.

During cocktails, I noticed Eric and Greg slip off to the

den. They were gone only a few minutes, and Eric came out

trying to suppress a grin. "Tell ya later," he told me under

his breath.

The case was about the only topic of conversation until, over

dinner, Sarah asked "What are you going to do with all that

money?"

"Dave and I are giving our share away," Eric told her. "I'm

going to be coming to you for some help, if we ever collect

any of it."

"Tina and I are planning the same thing," Annie added. "Will

you help us too, Sarah?"

"Of course, my dears," Sarah said.

A case of Dom Perignon was consumed and for a finale Chef

Maurice showed up to create a massive flaming dessert at the

table.

"We can't even get a reservation at his restaurant, and here

he is, serving you himself," Jerry complained. "How do you

do it?"


"Old Doc Naimann sure surprised me," Eric laughed. "My

gaydar must be busted. I sure never got any vibes from him."

"I didn't either," I admitted. "Hey, what's going on with

Greg?"

"He gave me an offer to take home to Spence."

"Any good?"

"Any good?" he chuckled. "I think it's fucking fabulous!"

"Well, tell me, dammit," I laughed.

"They've been playing with his operating system and I guess

they really like it," he said, toying with me. "How does

twenty percent of the company sound?"

I whistled. "Not bad! Do you think Spence will go for it?"

"No problem. He was hoping for ten percent and will jump at

this."

"How are they going to do it?" I asked.

"They're going to issue more stock. It's already been

approved by their board of directors, and as soon as Spence

agrees, they'll go to the stockholders. That won't be a

problem since the four of them still own around 70%. It'll

cause some dilution, but they figure it's going to be well

worth it."

"When is all this going to happen?" I asked.

"It'll take a couple of months," he answered.

"You realize, of course, that it'll become public knowledge,

don't you?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You'll own over 5% of Micron, and that'll have to be

reported in their annual report. That will definitely not go

unnoticed," I chuckled.

"Never thought about that," he said.


On the ride home, Annie was having fun playing with all the

gadgets on the new plane. Jack, the workaholic, had his

laptop computer out and was working. Laura was reading, and

Eric and I settled on the sofa by the galley. There was

enough room so everyone had privacy.

"You've mentioned that you have plans for the New Hampshire

money, if we ever get any," I told Eric. "Are you ready to

let me in on it?"

"Something happened a couple of months ago that really pissed

me off. I'm going to do something about it if I have to use

my own money," he said.

"What?"

"As you know, Jim's hiring a lot of lifeguards," he said.

"All the old guys are running off to get 'married' like I

did," he snickered. "In the last batch, one of the kids,

fresh out of high school came up HIV positive."

"That happens," I said.

"But it doesn't have to," Eric shot back. "Turns out the kid

didn't know any better. He's straight and never thought it

could happen to him.

"Somewhere along the line, the ball got dropped. All the

education programs that let the kids know about the dangers

of unsafe sex have just about disappeared."

"I didn't know that," I said.

"It's happening," he assured me. "The emphasis is on finding

a cure and prevention has taken a back seat. I want to

change that, get the word out, at least until they do find a

cure."

"How do you intend to do that?" I asked.

"Posters and brochures help, but I think the personal touch

would be the most effective. Have teams that visit schools,

put on assemblies, and present it in a way palatable to even

the Bible thumpers. Who's better to do this than lifeguards?

They're glamorous, looked up to and would get the kids'

attention. Hell, Baywatch is one of the most watched TV

shows in the world!"

"Hunky guys and beautiful girls would get their attention,

that's for sure," I added.

"In a lot of the country, working as a lifeguard is seasonal,

only during the summer. This would provide off-season

employment for a lot of them, and I think a lot would do it

for nothing, but I want to pay them and all their expenses."

"You've given this a lot of thought," I commented.

"I think it'll work, but I'm going to need a lot of help," he

said. "I plan to talk to Sarah about setting it up, and

Mom's agreed to help on the presentations themselves. We'll

need a lot more help than that to make it effective. What do

YOU think about it?"

"I think I married a pretty wonderful, caring guy," I told

him, taking him into my arms. "You can count me in," I

continued. "If we ever get any money out of New Hampshire,

my share goes into the pot too. In the meantime, if you need

any money to get started, just let me know. I think you have

a wonderful idea and I'm behind you a hundred percent."

"I was hoping you'd go along," he said. "Don't forget your

animals, though," he kidded.

"I'll take care of them too," I assured him.


Eric was pensive for a couple of minutes. "You've used the

term 'married' quite a few times lately," he stated. "Every

time you say that word, I get chills."

"Is that good or bad?" I chuckled.

"Good!" he answered. "I know that you were humoring me when

I came up with the commitment ceremony idea, but I think

you've changed your mind a little. Haven't you?"

"At first, I thought it was silly, meaningless, then, to be

honest, I got scared," I told him. When he looked at me

questioningly, I continued. "It wasn't the commitment that

bothered me, but the thought of making a public spectacle of

myself, of us. As you very well know, I'm a very private

person who has trouble expressing my feelings in private,

much less in public."

"You've gotten so much better at that since I've known you."

"I hope so, I'm trying. When we walked across the lawn that

night, I suddenly realized just how much you really mean to

me, and I wanted to start yelling 'I love you' at the top of

my lungs. I wanted to let the whole world know how I felt.

What really blew me away was knowing that you felt the same

way."

"Have you ever doubted me?" he asked.

"You know all about my insecurities," I told him. "I've

never doubted you, but I've had doubts about myself, wondering

if I could hang onto you."

He was chuckling. "I hate to admit it, but I've had a lot of

those same thoughts. Am I good enough for you, and can I

hang onto YOU for the rest of my life like I want to?"

"I hope that ceremony helped you as much as it did me. I

feel safe and secure and I hope the honeymoon never ends."

"So, do you feel really, truly, 'married' to me now?" he

asked.

"That's just a word," I said. "It has much deeper

significance to me. I may use it facetiously, but I think you

know what I mean."

"That's why I get chills," he answered, holding me tight.


On our rides back and forth from Lawrence to the Federal

Courthouse, Ron and I had discussed our "airline". With the

growth we'd experienced in the last year, our planes were in

the air constantly. The new one would provide a little relief

but not completely solve the problem, particularly if Eric

and I did a lot of traveling.

Ron estimated that half of the flights were short range,

around the West, and half were transcontinental. The smaller

planes were ideal for the short hops and could land most

anywhere. The big one was best suited to the longer hauls.

He felt that to meet our needs and provide a little

"cushion", another big jet was needed, and since we were

still leasing one of the small jets, he wanted to replace it

with a slightly larger one that had short runway capability.

This sounded reasonable to me and I promised him an answer

real soon.

We also discussed management of flight operations. Currently

we had a secretary handling scheduling and taking care of odd

chores. She wasn't all that knowledgable and there had been

some problems, Ron told me. If we had four planes, it would

be even more necessary to get somebody who knew what they

were doing.

Ron didn't want the job. He wanted to fly, and so did

Jason. He had a prospect, however, a retired Marine pilot

who'd spent his last few years in flight operations.

The guy was qualified, but Ron wasn't sure he'd get along

with all the "fag" pilots we had, since Ron was pretty sure

the guy was straight, in fact, pretty macho.

I'd suggested that Ron call him in for another interview and

give him Bob's "sensitivity evaluation", then, if he passed

that, to confront him with the fact that most of us were gay

and see if he had a problem with that.

Ron agreed to give it a try.

The subject of "stewards" came up too. Ron had been working

with Metalco's Human Resources, and all they could come up

with were guys who couldn't pass the "sensitivity test". Ron

definitely didn't want us to ever be cooped up with a

homophobe.

"Try the airlines," I'd suggested. "Talk to Dan, he may be

able to help you."

In all the excitement of the trial, I hadn't mentioned any of

this to Eric. All the planes were owned by Metalco, so it

was really my decision, but I wanted him to be a part of it.

I told him about what Ron and I had discussed, and that I'd

made up my mind to order two new planes. We'd get another

Gulfstream V, and replace the leased one.

Eric eagerly agreed, wanting to know whether we would get

another GV just like this one, or if we'd get a different

interior. "I love this one," he said. "It's so warm and

comfortable."

"Why don't we use Brucie's design on the next one," I

suggested. "I liked his color scheme too. Since he did such

a good job, we can have Gary do the small one."

Eric just grinned when I mentioned the "steward" problem, but

didn't say anything.

This settled, we wandered up to the cockpit to give Ron the

go-ahead to order the two new planes.


Driving home, Eric was real antsy. "What's with you?" I

asked. "What're you so excited about?"

"I've got a surprise for you," he said. "The wedding present

that I got for us should be there by now," he giggled.

I'd totally forgotten about that. "Gimme a hint," I coaxed.

"No way! It'll only be a few minutes."

He led me straight to the den. "Sit," he commanded. "I'll

be right back."

I obediently sat and waited.

A few minutes later he returned, his arm around the shoulder

of a shorter man. "Remember this guy?" he asked.

He looked familiar, but it took me a minute to place him.

"Jacques! What are you doing here?" I remembered him from

our Caribbean cruise, he had been our butler.

"He's here to take care of us," Eric explained, grinning like

crazy.

My first thought was that Mary would eat him alive. My

second thought was what the hell do we need with a butler?

Oh hell, I guess I could learn how to be spoiled.

I gave him a big smile and got up to shake his hand.

"Welcome aboard," I told him.

"I'm going to love it here," he said in his highly accented

English. "It's going to be so wonderful to take care of both

of you. Can I make you a cocktail?"

"Sure, I think I could use one," I told him.

Eric came over to sit next to me, still beaming. "You REALLY

surprised me this time," I told him, laughing. "How's Mary

taking it?"

"Don't know for sure," he laughed, "I warned her."

"I'm dying of curiosity," I told him, "I've gotta find out."

I got up and wandered out to the kitchen. Mary was perched

on a stool watching Rene work on dinner. She had a big smile

on her face. "Welcome home," she said. "Have a good trip?"

"Successful," I said. "How's everything around here?"

She started chuckling. "You mean the 'addition', I assume?"

"Him too," I answered, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Eric told me he'd be coming," she said, still smiling.

"When he showed up, I wouldn't let him stay until I called

Bob to see if he'd been checked out. Eric had already taken

care of that."

"Well, what do you think of him?"

"He's amazing. I've never seen anybody with so much energy.

He cooks, he cleans, he answers the door, and does just about

everything else that needs to be done before any of us even

have a chance. He's already an enormous help, and he and I

are getting along real well. He knows who's boss and isn't

pushy."

I was shaking my head. "I was wondering if we'd have to find

something to keep him busy, but I guess I don't have to worry

about that."

"Not him," she said. "He never holds still."

I went back into the den, still shaking my head, but grinning.

"Everything OK?" Eric asked.

I glanced around, Jacques was nowhere in sight. "I can't

believe it," I told him, "Mary thinks he's Mr. Wonderful."

"Somehow, I knew they'd hit it off," he said, then changing

the subject, "I had a long talk with him before I hired

him. He knows the groundrules. He's a horny little fucker,

but he knows you and I are totally off limits. No games."

"Don't you trust me?" I kidded.

"It's HIM I don't trust," he laughed.

I pulled Eric over to me and gave him a kiss. "Thank you,

babe. You really surprised me, and I'm sure we'll both soon

wonder how we survived without him."

"Just remember, he's on MY payroll!"

I grinned and kissed him again.


The hubub in the news over the verdict in New Hampshire

didn't die down. It was a major topic every night on the

news, getting analyzed from every possible angle. There were

rumors flying that a recall movement was underway in New

Hampshire, targeting everyone involved from the governor on

down.

There was also a lot of speculation about what the state

would do when they had to pay up. All the "experts" had

predicted that the verdict wouldn't be overturned on appeal,

and that they couldn't get away with bankruptcy, so a day of

reckoning loomed. About the best the state could hope for

was that the damages would be reduced.

There was also the earlier default judgment against the

county to be dealt with. Would that also be appealed?

Both Eric and I were bombarded with requests for statements

and interviews. Our secretaries had stock responses. "No

comment," we weren't available, and referred the callers to

Dr. Naimann's office.


Eric's first priority was go get together with Spence on

Micron's offer. I wasn't involved, this was their baby.

When the two of them came into my office all smiles, I knew

they were going to accept.

"Congratulations!" I told them, not waiting for them to tell

me.

"Pretty neat, huh?" Spence said, grinning.

"This little fart has been busy," Eric said, putting his arm

around Spence's shoulder. "He's been working with some tax

men and has come up with a way for us to do this virtually

tax free, at least until we decide to sell some of the stock."

"I'm going to get a second opinion before we sign anything,"

Spence piped up. "There's just too much involved."

"Good thinking," I commented.

"Spence's going to call it the 'SPY System'," Eric told me.

"Any particular reason for that name?" I asked.

"My initials," Spence grinned. "My middle name doesn't start

with 'P', but I like it. It's catchy!"

We sat and talked about how the transaction would be

handled. Since he'd never been there, Spence wanted to go to

New York to finalize the deal, taking Jimmy too, of course.

With a wink at me, Eric suggested that we all go, "just to

keep you two kids out of trouble," he said.

"How's Jimmy?" I asked.

"He's awesome," Spence said. "I really love him. It took me

a while to get used to that big dick he's got, but now I love

it!" he reported unashamedly.

"Size queen!" Eric teased.

"You betcha," he giggled. "Jimmy's going back to school this

fall too."

"Another lifeguard bites the dust," Eric commented dryly.

"Hey, when are you guys going to have another pool party?"

Spence asked.

"We've been kind of busy," I chuckled.

"I know, I watch the news," Spence said.

"How about Sunday?" Eric asked, looking at me. I nodded.

"You want Jimmy to let the guys at the beach know about it?"

Spence asked.

"That'd be great," Eric said, "save me a bunch of phone

calls."

"Don't forget Hal," I reminded Eric.


When we got home, shorts, shirts and sandals were on the bed

ready for us to change into.

"Did you tell Jacques?" I asked Eric.

"Nope."

"Then he must have one hell of a crystal ball!" I said.

"It's not going to be hard to get used to this."

Eric just grinned.

Our drinks were served the minute we sat down, and we relaxed

while waiting for Eric's parents to arrive for dinner.

"What sort of mischief have you two been up to lately?" Karl

chuckled.

"Eric pulled off another deal," I ventured.

"Had I better sit down for this?" his mother asked, laughing.

"Maybe you'd better LIE down," I chuckled.

She looked at me to see if I was serious. "OK, I'm ready,"

she said. "How much this time?"

"How's three billion and change sound?" Eric teased.

"Don't spend it all in one place," she said, rolling her eyes

skyward.

"It's true, Mom," he said, then told them the story of how it

had happened. I sat and listened, beaming with pride in My

Man. His parents just shook their heads.


The pool party got off to its usual start. The tables were

groaning with food and the horseplay was as noisy as ever.

Hal was late, so I waited on a lounge chair for him. When

Jacques led him out, I saw him scanning all the bodies in the

pool and scattered around it, the sight I'd been admiring

myself.

When he reached me, he turned his back to the pool. After a

handshake, he almost whispered "It's him!"

"Who?" I asked.

"The lifeguard I've been drooling over for the past month."

I just grinned. Eric came over. "Come on, Hal, come meet the

gang," he said, dragging him toward the pool.

Hal dropped his wallet and keys on the table and followed.

Eric introduced him around, then they both jumped in. I

decided it was time to join them.

I got splashed, dunked, groped and goosed by the playful

bunch, loving every minute of it. Spence and Jimmy were

particularly persistent, hanging onto me and rubbing their

dicks on my thighs until they both were hard. Jimmy really

was hung like a horse!

Eric joined the fray, groping Spence and making him turn me

loose. "What's this?" Eric said, holding onto Spence's boner.

"Same thing you've got," Spence said, grabbing Eric. "Wow,"

he whistled, then in a quieter tone, "I thought Jimmy was

big!"

They weren't the only ones getting "friendly", the whole

group seemed to be in a rather playful mode.

Eric swam over to me and put his arm around my waist in the

chest deep water. His hand strayed and found my hard dick.

"You too?" he giggled.

"Yeah, me too," I laughed. "It's hard not to with all the

attention I've been getting."

"Do you think things are getting out of control?" he asked

seriously.

"Nah," I said. "Everybody's just having a little fun," and

reached over and grabbed his hard dick.

"We're not setting a very good example," he giggled, as we

continued stroking each other.

I was getting real close when he finally let go. I think he

was too. I was tempted to push him over, then did exactly

that. It was pretty obvious what was happening and we had an

audience. A cheer went up and Eric glared at me.

"I thought that was against the rules," someone commented.

"Can't I tickle him?" I asked as innocently as possible.

Eric decided on a coverup. "I'm real ticklish, guys," he said

with a big smile.

"Yeah, right!"

"No, I really am," he protested, "and Dave knows all the

places that really get me going."

"Like your dick?" someone asked.

"What's that white stuff floating around?" another giggled.

"OK guys, I'm sorry," I said. "I broke the rules."

"And you're gonna pay," somebody said, and the next thing I

knew I was being manhandled with about four hands on my still

stiff dick. It was rough, but I couldn't help myself and

shot a big load in my suit. Eric stood there grinning.

That seemed to defuse the situation, and the play became a

lot less serious.

"I'll get you for this," Eric promised. I grinned at him,

hoping he would.


Jacques was spoiling us rotten. After our workouts, he gave

us massages, ignoring the boners that always sprung up and

got one himself in the process. He never touched either of

us, though.

When he suggested giving us facials, I was surprised, and

Eric swore he hadn't dropped any hints.

Every morning while we were in the shower, he set out our

clothes for the day, always exactly the appropriate things

for what we had planned. I thought he was psychic until I

learned that he called our secretaries to find out what we

had scheduled.

Somehow, he had the ability to anticipate our "wants",

supplying them almost before we thought of them. All of our

"needs" were taken care of automatically. His talents seemed

endless. The man could do anything.

Neither of us had been so pampered in our lives. Not only

was it easy to become accustomed to, we soon relaxed and just

enjoyed everything he did for us.

His assumption of responsibility for all the small details of

our lives came about gradually. Small tasks that we'd

previously done ourselves were gradually taken over and we

forgot about them easily. In a very short time, Jacques

became indispensable and an integral part of our lives.


Eric and Spence had worked out all the details on the

transfer of rights to Spence's operating system to Micron.

All that remained was for them to go to New York to sign the

agreements.

We planned to leave on Friday so Spence and Jimmy could spend

the weekend seeing the sights. The signing and a celebration

planned by Micron would happen on Monday.

I wasn't the least bit surprised when Eric told me that

Jacques would be our "steward" on the flight. I knew that

Ron was still having trouble finding people for this position.

There was an air of excitement when we met at the hangar.

Spence was trying to act blase about the whole thing but

wasn't succeeding very well. Eric didn't even try to hide

his feelings.

It isn't every day that one puts together a $15 billion

dollar deal, and they deserved to be on cloud nine.

We got on board, Jacques welcoming us in a new uniform.

Since this was their first time on the new plane, both boys

had to see everything and find out how all the gadgets worked.

Spence was a typical "kid" again.

For takeoff, Eric and I decided to use seats instead of our

usual "perch" on the couch. The kids grabbed the couch,

smiling, giggling and hugging each other.

Once in the air, Jacques served drinks, booze for Eric and

me, sodas for the boys. "What do YOU guys do on this couch

when you're alone?" Jimmy snickered.

"None of your damned business," Eric laughed.

"I can imagine!" Spence piped up.

"If you behave yourselves, maybe someday we'll let you guys

join the 'Five Mile High Club'," Eric offered."

"That'd be awesome!" Jimmy said. "We'll be good," he promised.

"Hell Spence, you can afford one of these yourself," I told

him.

"It'd be nice, but I'm not ready for that. Too much

responsibility. We'll just use yours," he said.

"I'm really looking forward to working with Micron," Spence

continued, getting serious. "I really like Greg, and I

promised him that I'd help them all I can. It's going to be

fun learning how a REAL programmer works."

"Wise ass," Eric teased him.

"How do you guys REALLY feel about this?" I asked them.

"It's a major milestone for both of you."

"Seriously?" Spence quizzed me. "It's more of a feeling of

accomplishment, like I did something really worthwhile. I

owe a lot to Eric, though. Without him, none of this would be

happening. I tried to fuck him, both literally and

figuratively, but he didn't give up, and made me come to my

senses. I'd probably have ended up with a few million for

the platform and the system wouldn't ever have happened.

"I owe you a lot, big brother," he said to Eric.

"You've given ME a lot too - financially and your

friendship," Eric answered.

"Let's not get mushy, guys," Jimmy warned.

I didn't have to ask Eric how he felt. I knew.


"Hey, are you guys art freaks or what?" Spence asked as he

surveyed the penthouse living room.

"Dave is, and I'm learning," Eric told him.

"Wish I knew more about it. This stuff looks fabulous."

"There's more to life than dollars and computers," Eric told

him. "Give a little thought to taking some other courses to

broaden your horizons."

The boys got dressed up to go out to dinner. Neither one

looked very comfortable in a suit and Eric had to tie their

ties for them.

We went to Chef Maurice's and the boys were served wine even

though they were underage. Maurice insisted.

After dinner, we had our driver take us through the Times

Square area and around the village. They couldn't wait to

come back and explore both places on their own.

Saturday and Sunday they went sightseeing. We gave them the

limo and the driver was their guide.

Saturday night we took them to the Rainbow Room at

Rockefeller Center and Sunday night to Windows on the World

atop the World Trade Center. Touristy, but the boys enjoyed

it immensely. Eric and I had fun too, catching their

enthusiasm for everything.

Monday was the big day. Eric and Spence would formally join

the ranks of the world's super rich. We were to meet in

Jerry's office at 2:00.

To channel their restless energy, Eric took the boys shopping

that morning, coming home loaded down with packages.

If my "boys" had been excited, they couldn't compare to the

Micron four. Jerry and Greg were always hyper, but Mike and

Ted, the usually quiet ones, were just as animated.

After an enthusiastic welcome, we all went to a large

conference room where all of Micron's top executives were

assembled. Jerry introduced Eric and Spence to the group

while Jimmy and I melted into the crowd.

They sat at the conference table to sign the agreements,

passing them back and forth until everybody had signed

everything. Then the speeches.

Spence blushed at all the praise heaped on him. Eric was

called the "catalyst" who brought Spence and Micron

together. From there, it became a pep talk for Micron people.

The whole thing didn't take long. Afterward we were all

invited on a tour of the Micron building. Eric made excuses

for us, and we agreed to meet the boys at home.

"It's really Spence's day," Eric commented on the elevator

down. "I'm just a bystander."

I just smiled at him. "We'll talk about that later," I said.

"Let's find a quiet bar and talk," he suggested. "There's

one around the corner from the apartment that's nice."

The bar was dark, quiet, with only a few customers sitting at

the bar. We found a booth where we could talk undisturbed.

"Feel like celebrating?" I asked him.

"Not really, its not that big a deal," he said.

"Don't underestimate yourself and the part that you played in

all this. Without you, it never would have happened."

"Another case of being in the right place at the right time

and getting lucky," he said. "Making money is getting

meaningless. I already have more than I can spend in my

lifetime, and I don't have even a fraction of what you do.

How do you deal with that?"

"After a while, the money itself becomes meaningless," I told

him. "It's the scorecard, telling you if you're doing

something right. For me it's all an adventure."

This lead to a philosophical discussion that lasted the rest

of the afternoon. Eric's mood changed and we were both

laughing when we found our way back to the penthouse, a

little bit tipsy, too.

There was a gizmo in the oversize shower that turned it into a

steam room. We decided to give it a try and maybe sober up a

little in the process.

It heated up fast as we sat on the little bench. So did we.

I watched as Eric's dick rose to full staff. Mine followed.

We stroked each other gently, kissing deeply. "How do you

want it?" he asked when we broke for air. "Hand or mouth?"

he giggled.

"Like this," I said, standing and straddling him, pointing

his dick at my hole.

"No lube?" he asked.

"Don't need any," I said, lowering myself onto him.


The boys were dressed and waiting when we emerged.

"Can we have one drink before we go?" Spence asked.

"Is my good little Mormon boy turning into a lush?" Eric

kidded him.

Jacques served us a drink and Spence told us about their

afternoon. He was "like totally" awed at how much effort was

being put into developing his concepts. Hundreds of people

were working on it, and he was excited that he'd been able to

talk to a lot of them. Many of them were moving to the west

coast to continue their work where Spence would be available

if needed.

Dinner with the fearsome foursome started out as a self-

congratulatory love feast. From what I was able to gather,

they expected the new software to literally take over the

market when it was released.

The conversation became more technical, leaving Eric and me

out of it. Greg, however, talked to us in language that we

could understand.

I was surprised to see that Jimmy was fully involved in the

"other" discussion, sounding very knowledgable when he

commented.

"We can't keep quiet about an acquisition this big," Greg

told us. "We have to give our stockholders some clue about

why their stock is being diluted."

"Will our names come out?" Eric wanted to know.

"Not at first," Greg said, "we're just buying 'SPY Systems',

but there'll be a lot of digging around, and somebody's going

to find out who's behind it eventually."

"I guess that's inevitable," Eric said, "but I want Spence to

remain anonymous as long as possible."

"We'll do our best," Greg promised.


There had been innumerable toasts, and the boys were

"feeling" all the champagne they'd drunk. When we got home,

they headed straight for bed.

The answering machine in the den was blinking. Eric checked

the message. It was Hal, asking us to call him as soon as

possible, leaving several numbers where he could be reached.

Eric called him, and all of a sudden turned very serious,

just listening. "We'll meet you there in the morning," he

said and hung up.

"What happened?" I asked.

"The chopper carrying ore from the mine was shot down," he

said. "The pilot and another guy from the mine were killed

in the crash."


To be continued.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I appreciate hearing your comments on the

story, my writing, and anything you would like to offer -

good or not so good. Send me a message at

orrinrush@yahoo.com

Next: Chapter 47


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