Trade

Trade 22 by Mark James

Dan woke me up at 7:00 and I got dressed for dinner.

Greg arrived and we had cocktails before dinner.

Greg said. "I bought $440,000,000 worth of gold depository certificates today at $1,650.00. Do you how much that would weigh if we had the physical gold?"

"No." we both said.

"16,000 pounds or 8 tons. If the economy tanks, which it looks like it is about to do, gold could go to $6,000 almost overnight. That would make our gold worth 1.5 billion dollars. I know that 70% of that belongs to you Bill, I just like the way the totals sound. At least most of out funds are safe from inflation when the economy tanks, our problem is moving it out of the country. As we buy physical gold in South America we will sell them off to pay for it.

I have also shorted the dollar and the euro on margin with what we have left in U. S. Currency., so when they tank we should make another fortune but that will be in dollars. Don't forget that there will be an enormous tax bite out of this money. We can use the profits to pay taxes due on the money we just made in the market. I will short the dollar and the Euro on the Brazilian exchange and we can take our profits in Brazilian reals.

Buying gold in this country to protect against inflation is one thing; buying gold in Brazil may not be the best thing for us. There is a very real possibility that the Brazilian real could gain substantially against the dollar if the US economy tanks. 2 reals equal one U. S dollar. It could turn out that one real could eventually be worth 2 U. S. dollars or something like that.

Right now 1,000,000 reals equal 500,000 dollars. If the real gains substantially against the dollar 1,000,000 reals could be worth $2,000,000. The real could end up being the strongest currency in the world and Brazil could end up having the strongest economy in the world. We may find it better to invest in the South American infrastructure if we want our money to work for us.

I converted most of Sam's cash to silver coins. They are traded at the value of their silver content not the value of the dollar, so if the dollar tanks their value will go up not down. It also protects Sam if the government does a dollar swap as a means of making the value of dollar hoarders hoards valueless unless they trade them in.

If the dollar hoarders can't prove where they got the dollars from the government will not swap them. On a drug house raid in Mexico recently the police found $22,000,000,000 in U.S. Currency in the house. They figure there are hundreds of such drug lord hoards just like that which a dollar swap would render valueless. So, if the government does it they will spring it as a surprise on everyone.

I said, "Jesus, I can't even think about those kinds of sums, it all becomes funny money."

Greg said, "I can understand, I don't have the same problem you do since I work with large sums all of the time, but it isn't my money. Now part of it is. Which reminds me, Sam, here is your American Express Card."

"Why is it black, I thought they were blue?"

"A black card means there is no credit limit on the card. Actually that card has a $1,000,000 limit but for everyday use it effectively has no limit. You just have to pay off the balance every month."

I said staring at the card, "I've never had a credit card before and now I have one with no limit."

"Welcome to the big leagues," Bill said

We went into dinner and talked about what we had learned about South America that day.

The next couple of days were all lectures and language study and then the next day was Saturday the day before we were to leave. That night I woke up about 5:00 A. M. and found that Bill was in bed with me and that I had been sleeping with my head on his chest and with his arms wrapped around me.

I didn't remember when he had gotten in bed with me but I wasn't gonna complain. I got out of bed, took a leak and brushed my teeth. In case sex was in my future I didn't want to spoil it with morning breath.

When I got back Bill was gone. I was crushed. I sat on the bed, held my head in my hands and wondered if I had dreamed about Bill being there. Then he walked back in the room in all of his naked glory.

"I was beginning to think you were a dream. You were there and then you were gone and I had no recollection of when you got in to bed with me."

"Lets go back to bed it's too early to get up. I heard you moaning and thrashing about in the middle of the night. I was afraid you were having a bad dream and might become hysterical so I came and got in bed with you and held you. You mellowed out and went back to sleep and so did I. I woke up when you got up and I went to my room and took a leak and brushed my teeth just like you did.

"I liked waking up in bed with you."

We got back in bed. He reversed roles and lay with his head on my chest and we drifted off to sleep again.

I woke up with a jerk as I ejaculated and I realized I was having a wet dream as I recalled the enormously erotic dream I had had. Then I opened my eyes and saw that my cock was deep down Bill's mouth as he accepted the creamy offering his cock sucking had brought him.

I may have been having an erotic dream but it had been caused by Bill sucking my dick. I thought to myself, "That was a nice way to wake up and I didn't have to change my shorts or the sheets," as I drifted off to sleep again.

I don't know how long I was asleep but the bed was shaking and I heard a moaning sound as I woke up. Bill was squirming on the bed and moaning in his sleep and had his fully erect cock right in front of my face. I could tell that he was in the throes of his own wet dream. Turn about was fair play I thought as I swallowed his cock to the hilt just as he blew his load.

He moaned and whispered, "Eat me cocksucker," as he poured his offering down my throat.

He woke as I finished swallowing his offering and said, "I thought that felt like more than a wet dream."

"That was all it was going to be if I hadn't awakened just before you shot. I'm glad I was there in time to help you out."

We kissed and shared his cum between us and then lay back on the pillows.

"I have a thought," he said.

"Finally, I said, I thought you were thoughtless."

He hit me with the pillow as he said, "Shut up, smart-ass."

"What I was going to ask before being interrupted by your sophomoric humor was whether you would like to go to the Arboretum Gardens for breakfast. You must be going stir crazy having been shut up in here like a prisoner for the last 5 days, I know I am."

"Hey that's a great idea, but its Saturday morning, isn't it a little late to get reservations."

"Not when you are on the Board of Directors and a major contributor."

"Yeah," I said, "That might help."

"Money is just money until you do something with it. That is where power comes from."

He picked up the phone and gave Henry instructions.

I said, "I feel nature calling. It must be time to get up. I'll shit, shower and shave and meet you in the living room in half an hour."

I've got to do the same. See you in a few minutes.

We went off to the Arboretum Gardens.

We had an absolutely splendiferous breakfast. It was the first time I had felt really alive since the consulate incident. Being with Bill in such a setting was like being on a honeymoon. After breakfast we strolled around a part of the gardens closed to the public. I didn't know if they were closed because the Arboretum had a reason too or because Bill asked them too.

We held hands and walked around, sat on a bench and kissed and cuddled.

We were sitting on the bench having come up for air and I saw a shirtless hot stud walking up the path. He had a big bulge in his pants that he was stroking as he looked over at us.

I said, "Hey look at that hot stud. What is he doing here; I thought this part of the park was closed? Not that I'm complaining. He's cute."

"I thought you might like him," Bill said as he raised his hand and beckoned the guy over.

"You arranged this?"

"Well you have been used to having sex 3 or 4 times a day for at least a year and then suddenly you were practically cut off. I thought you might like some variety. I figured he might be your type. He is certainly my type if you don't mind sharing him."

I grabbed him in a bear hug, planted a kiss on him and said, "God no, I don't mind. I'm just trying to figure out what I did to deserve you."

"I wonder the same thing about you."

The guy walked up and stopped right in front of us, still stroking his cock.

My cock was already hard as I reached out and stroked his cock but it got even harder as I stroked his cock.

I reached over and undid his shorts and they dropped to the ground. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. I slid to my knees, took his balls in my hand and fondled them as I licked up and down his cock. Then Bill was beside me. He licked up one side and I licked the other. Then I sucked on the guy's balls and Bill sucked on his cock. Then we swapped places and he sucked his balls while I sucked his dick.

Then Bill moved behind him, spread his cheeks and used his tongue on the guy's asshole while I continued to suck his cock.

"Oh god yes, man eat my ass, suck my cock."

I went all the way down on his cock and he grabbed my head and held it as Bill pushed his tongue up his ass.

"Oh, fuck guys."

I sucked on his cock for a few minutes, deep throating him with each stroke and then Bill and I swapped positions and continued our ministrations,

"If you guys keep this up I'm gonna cum. Let me suck your cocks."

So we stood, dropped our pants and our cocks stood there at attention awaiting his mouth.

He dropped to his knees and sucked on my cock and then Bills cock and then sucked them both at once.

It didn't take long until we both said the same thing he had told us.

"If you keep that up we are going to cum."

I said, "I want to eat his ass."

Bill said, "Yeah, you eat his ass and I will sit on his face and he can eat mine."

So we had an ass eating session for about 20 minutes.

Bill said, "Let's 69 while he rims us."

So we lay on the backless bench and sucked on each other's cock while the guy stuck his tongue up our asses.

Finally I told the guy "Fuck us: fuck our asses."

He pulled out condoms, lubed up and fucked me until he was about to come and the switched over and fucked Bill's ass.

We had to stop sucking each other while he was fucking us or we have cum.

The guy said, "Double fuck me."

So I lay down and he mounted my cock and then Bill got in behind him and slid his cock up his ass next to mine and we double fucked his ass while he lay there and moaned and groaned.

We stopped, pulled out before we shot off, removed the condom and then I face fucked him until I came and then Bill face fucked him until he shot.

Then he face fucked us, alternating between us until he came then he shot some of his come in my mouth and some in Bill's mouth.

We all got dressed, Bill gave the guy a big tip, he left and we stayed and walked around the park for another half an hour and then went home.

We showered and then went back to the clinic to have my bandage changed.

When we went back to Bill's place Dan said he had something for us and produced 3 satellite cell phones, 3 pen and pencil sets and 3 Brazilian Visas.

He said, "These items, except for the Visas are not necessarily what they appear to be. Let we explain what we have here. It would be nice if Mr. Carlson was here also but you can explain them to him. These are satellite cell phones; I know you have your own but these have military grade encryption for absolutely secure communication. They also contain a miniature recording device that transmits back to an offsite recording device of your choice. They look like regular phones and only an expert can tell the difference. The pen is also a sophisticated bug detector. In all of your meetings in South America it is likely that the room will be bugged. This won't disable the bugs it will just alert you to the fact that they are there.The pencil will generate a 5 foot privacy cone when activated and block any audio or visual surveillance. This is a top secret undistributed invention. There are only 6 in the world so please don't lose them."

He then explained how all the stuff worked.

"Jeez, I feel like James Bond."

Dan smiled and said, "Price Ali feels rather that way about you also. He said that if you were going to go around acting like James Bond you ought to have "Q's" inventions to go with the role."

We had an early dinner and I went be bed early. I hadn't exactly overdone the physical activity during the day but I was still tired and we had to get up at 4:00 in the morning.

I told Dan, "I may not get a chance in the morning and you will not be here when we return, so I want to tell you how much I appreciate your being here and all that you have done for me."

The next morning we were on the way to take a plane to Brazil. I had never been on a plane before; in fact I had never been in an airport before but I had heard all of the travel horror stories since 9/11 so I really didn't know what to expect.

Bill and Greg kidded me mercilessly about my profound naivety about air travel, so I was a little surprised when we just drove onto the field and stopped next to an enormous plane (to me) and just walked on to the plane.

Immigration and custom officials met us on the plane and processed our exit requirements.

Bill said, "This is a little larger than the one I had originally planned on, but after you got hurt I switched planes and had a portion of the interior modified for a small bedroom suite, in case you need to lie down. If not I am sure we can find a use for the bed. It is 5,000 miles and a 10 hour plane trip."

His thoughtfulness overwhelmed me and tears rolled down my cheeks.

I felt the incipient hysteria lurking within and I saw the fear and concern suddenly come over his face as he remembered what tears usually foretold with me so I wiped away the tears, forced away the hysteria, leaned over, kissed him and said, "That was thoughtful. Thanks."

Greg said, "Just so you know this is not the way regular airline passengers are treated. You probably need to take a couple of domestic flights some time to see how commercial passengers are treated. If you travel commercially, having lots money really doesn't help make the process any less stressful even if you are traveling first class."

We ate breakfast on the plane. I was surprised to see that there was a steward aboard which took care of out needs. The seating wasn't like an airline either. It was more like a hotel lobby with chairs and tables for 6 although there were only 3 of us.

I had been warned to bring books if I didn't want to be bored for 10 hours, but we played cards for the first 5 hours and after lunch I couldn't keep my eyes open so I used the bedroom to go to sleep.

Bill woke me up 30 minutes before we landed. None of my fantasies about 10 hours of non stop sex materialized. I discovered that traveling even cocooned in luxury was stressful to the body and it had only been 5 days since my arm had been slashed. The doctor had said it would take 14 days or longer for me to recover completely. It turned out that what I had thought was pessimism on his part was in fact reality. And I don't think either one of us had factored in the effects of PTSD on my recovery period. I felt like a wimp.

Colonel Alvarez met us, whisked us through customs and immigration and carried us off to a private mansion on the outskirts of Rio, where we stayed for the next 14 days. We ended up buying it.

I won't bore you with a recitation of the places, people, banks, parties and locations that took up most of those 14 days except for the party.

In connection with that I discovered the following information. In Brazil, the age of consent is 14, regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation with a judicial precedent showing that a close-in age exception that allows those aged 12 and 13 to engage in sexual activity with partners who are 5 years older or less is legal, although not legally formalized. The age at which there are no restrictions for sexual activities is 18.

The States of Brazil are prohibited from creating discriminatory laws according to the national constitution. Same sex sexual activity has been legal in Brazil since 1830.

On May 5, 2011, the Supreme federal Court voted overwhelmingly in favor of allowing same-sex couples the same 112 legal rights as married couples. The decision was approved by 10–0 with one abstention. One justice abstained because he had spoken publicly in favor of same-sex unions when he was attorney general. The ruling will give same-sex couples in stable partnerships the same financial and social rights enjoyed by those in opposite-sex relationships.

Brazil has 60,002 same-sex couples in the same home, according to the Brazilian Census of 2010 and the country has 300 active LGBT organizations.

One night we were invited to a party at a private estate. We had been to other parties but at this one we found that all of the guests were male. It was not all that surprising because many of the people we had met on our trip we supposed were gay.

At least half the men there, about 30 guys, were stunningly beautiful. They were the entertainment for the most part and were generally half way to completely naked. In my previous existence I would have been one of them.

I recognized many of the men there as people we had met previously and done business with. It was an orgy. You could generally tell the guests from the hired help because of the ages but not always.

It was a usual situation for me. I didn't have to please anyone but myself. I went down on a guy that was standing there all alone. I didn't know whether he was guest of hired help, it didn't matter. I sucked him off and let him blow his load all over my face.

Then I turned to the side and there was another cock pushing at my mouth.

It was a 10 inch cock and I worked my way down it inch by inch until I had it all. He started humping my face driving it in and pulling it out of my mouth, until he too blew his load. I took it in my mouth and swallowed it down.

I looked up and there were 4 hot guys who had been watching me suck the other guy off, I opened my mouth wide and one by one they let me suck them off.

I stood up and a blond headed guy went down on me. After sucking off six guys I was primed and in a couple of minutes I had given him my load.

There must have been a couple of hundred guys hired for the party because there always seemed to somebody with a hard cock to be sucked or an ass to be fucked.

My immediate sex needs having been taken care of I walked around and watched the action. In the back of the room the were a bunch of old guys sucking each other or watching somebody else get fucked of sucked. That wasn't my thing so I moved on the bar and got a drink.

A young guy walked up to me, flashed a smile and stroked my thighs.

"Sorry," I said, "I'm between orgasms."

"You want to get fucked?"

"Sure," I said and he led me off to a bedroom.

He laid me on the bed on my stomach and got between my legs, He slid his hard cock slowly up and down the crack of my ass. He spread my ass cheeks continuing his stroking action and massaging my hole with the tip of his cock every time he went up or down.

After a while he had me all hot and bothered and I was pushing my ass up at him and whispering, "Fuck me, fuck my ass."

He slid on a lubricated condom, positioned his cock at the entrance to my hole and slow slid his 7" cock up my ass.

"Oh, fucking yeah, man, that's the way to fuck my ass."

He slowly fucked me. I keep pressing my ass back against him and finally, I said, "Fuck me harder, faster, ride me like a horse."

So he did, the bed bounced as he put everything he had into fucking my ass.

The suddenly he yelled, "Awghhhhh" and blew his load into the condom. He got off me, patted my ass and walked off.

I turned over on my back and lay there with my eyes closed.

"Here he is."

I opened my eyes and saw Bill and Greg walk in the room.

"We wondered where you had gotten off to. We expected to find you getting fucked."

I smiled and said, "He just finished and wandered off. The last time I saw you guys Bill was sucking everybody in sight and Greg was fucking a guy in the mouth while he was getting his as fucked."

"I don't suppose you have a hard-on left do you?"

"Afraid not. We have been sucked dry by experts. We are going to the buffet and wondered if you wanted to come along."

"Sure, let's go get our clothes."

We went off to the buffet room and ate with some of the guys we had already met.

A couple of hours later one of our new acquaintances asked if we had seen out fantasy film clips yet.

We all shook our heads and I said, "We forgot all about them."

He got up to leave and said "Go find Bardo down the hall and he will set up a screening for you."

"I had Top Gun, what fantasy did you have Bill."

I always had a fascination with the TV program "All in the Family." My fantasy was to see Archie, who is the archetypical racist, be introduced to Clarence Gilyard Jr. who used to be in Matlock (Conrad McMasters) and Walker Texas Ranger (Trivette) and who is black and really built well, get the hots for him and have him beg Clarence to let him suck his cock. I've always had a fantasy about sucking Clarence. What did you want from Top Gun."

"I wanted Val Kilmer to make Tom Cruise admit he had the hots for him and make Tom get on his knees and suck his cock, and take his load. Then as a final act of dominance I wanted Kilmer to piss all over Cruise."

"Fuck yeah, that would be hot, what was your fantasy Greg?"

"I always liked the reruns of "Happy Days" from the 1970's with the Fonz, Chachi and Richie Cunningham. I always thought Richie was a closet queer and desperately wanted to suck off the Fonz and although the Fonz thought of himself as straight I thought he would have fucked Richie in a second if he ever got the chance.

Then Chachi showed up and I thought Richie would cream himself the first time he saw him. That hot, cute, tight jeans, cocky twink was a queer's dream come true. He was certainly mine and I figured that Richie would not, in the end, be able to keep his hands off of him. I thought Chachi had the hots for the Fonz and that it was inevitable that they would eventually have sex. My fantasy was a scene in which they all had sex with each other.

"Shit yeah, I could really get into that. I think they are all great." I said.

"I never thought about making a video based on individual or movie fantasies. Until I got here and found how many escorts there were available I didn't really think it would be possible to find that many famous actor look–a-likes. But it turns out that in the 18 to 22 age range there are lots of guys similar to many actors at that age. Of course it takes money to produce even a short film that is well scripted.

Since most of the films consist of nothing but sex, acting ability is a secondary consideration to having the right look, body and cock. I don't imagine somebody who looked exactly like a famous person would be of much use if they had an extremely small, extremely large or ugly cock.

It would also take somebody who was rich to think of having individual videos made to give 30 guests as party favors that reflected their movie or TV fantasies.

Shall we go down the hall and see how they turned out."

So we went down the hall to find Bardo.