My Boss and I
 by: Hankster

© 2008 by the author

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Chapter 4

"Now can I please get laid?" Jim grabbed Jeff's hand and headed towards the bedroom, but once again the phone rang. "I think celibacy is the order of the night." Jim sounded despondent as he went to answer the phone.

He looked at the caller ID and picked up the phone. "Hi Mom," he said as cheerily as possible. He listened for a moment and then said, "No, Francie isn't back yet, but I'd be glad to come to dinner Friday evening, if I can bring a guest." Some time passed as he listened to his mother and then he replied, "Well Mom. It's my boss. You didn't give me a chance to tell you, but I got a great job with great pay, in an up and coming company, and my boss is a super guy. I started yesterday." There was some more small talk as his mom quizzed him. He avoided her question as to how much his salary was, and he finally hung up.

"Whew," he said as he wiped his brow in a mock fashion. "We're having dinner at my folk's Friday evening and no excuses. We need to get all our hurdles over with as quickly as possible. We're coming out to them on Friday, and then it's your turn with your folks. After that it will be easy. I have one sibling and you have none. Our friends will have to like it or lump it. I'll understand if you want to stay in the closet with your clients."

Jeff said that he thought that would be on a case to case basis, and Jim looked at him imploringly and said. "Can I get laid now?"

Jim sent Jeff ahead into the bedroom while he shut the lights and put their apartment to bed. When he got to the bedroom, Jeff was fully undressed and warming the water in the shower. Man that guy is fast, Jim thought. In record time Jim undressed and headed for the shower just as Jeff entered it. The shower was smaller than Jeff's so they could not avoid intimacy. They embraced, hugged and kissed. They each washed the other's front and back, paying special attention to their throbbing cocks in the front and their love holes in the back. Reluctantly, they left the shower and towel dried their bodies, each helping the other, stealing kisses all the while.

Jim took Jeff's hand and led him to the bed, which he hadn't bothered to make up when he went on his interview yesterday. (Was it only yesterday?) "Jim," Jeff asked, "will you do me a favor? Will you pretend to be Brian and I'll pretend to be my father. It'll be like my fantasy come true."

"Sure thing and then next time we'll mutually masturbate each other and I'll pretend you're Mike. That way we can put our old fantasies away and make new ones that belong just to us." Jim put a palm on each of Jeff's cheeks and kissed him. Then he went to his night stand and found the condoms and lube which he handed to Jeff. Jeff looked at the condoms and shrugged his shoulder.

"I know what you're thinking." Jim said. We haven't been with other men. But I don't want to go bareback. Since Francie's call I'm not sure who she has been with and I want us to play it safe. Let's get tested really soon. OK?" Jeff shook his head in agreement.

Jim lay on his back and Jeff lubed Jim's ass hole really well. He asked Jim to roll the condom on his beautiful cock and then he lubed it. He positioned it right at Jim's entrance. Jim grabbed Jeff's shaft and held it steady as Jeff slowly entered him. It hurt a little until Jeff passed the sphincter. Then it slid in quickly. Jeff held still while both men enjoyed the moment and then he began to go in and out slowly. At some point his cock began to make contact with Jim's prostate and Jim began to moan in pure ecstasy.

"Stop!" Jim yelled at Jeff. "I'm coming and I want to delay it." Jeff stopped and lowered himself on Jim's body. Their lips met, and their tongues caressed each other. After a while, Jim began to move his hips informing Jeff to get going again. As soon as Jeff started pumping again, it was over for Jim. With one loud scream he squirted one stream after another up his belly and chest. As he did, he involuntarily contracted his ass hole and that put Jeff over the edge also. Jim could feel him pulsating inside of him. Eventually Jeff fell over Jim spreading Jim's cum all over both of them. They lay that way until Jeff's cock got so limp that it slid right out.

Jeff got out of bed and flushed the full condom down the toilet. He took one of the towels they had used to dry themselves, and he cleaned the rest of his body and did the same to Jim. Neither felt like showering again and decided that they would wait until morning.

They lay wrapped in each other's arms. If they could they would have melted into each other and become two souls in one body. Then Jeff, ever the practical one, said, "Honey, I usually run every morning and I brought shorts and my running shoes in the bag. After that I'll need to shower, dress, and maybe make some coffee and something to go with it. We need about 25 minutes to drive down town. For now we'll park my car at my apartment and walk to the office. I figure that to get to the office by 9, we have to set the alarm for 6:30. Is that OK with you?" he asked.

"Well, love, here's another coincidence. I run about 2 miles every morning also, so 6:30 would be fine except for one thing. We have to shower separately or we'll never get out of the house, so let's make it 6:15."

"It's a deal." Jeff answered, and Jim set his alarm clock. It just took a few moments after that, and they fell asleep in each others arms, their limp cocks mashed together.

At about 2 AM, Jim was awakened by a ringing telephone. It took him a moment to realize it was the fax machine. He tried to get out of bed without disturbing Jeff. By the time he got to the office, several pages had been printed out. He read the cover sheet and it was the powers of attorney from Francie. There was also a short note in which she gave him vital information. They were leaving on Sunday; her future husband was John Smith (She had to be kidding.) His address in Sidney was 128B Abernathy Street. She would let him know the postal code, if any, at a later date and he could reach her on her cell phone until Sunday. After that he could reach them at John's telephone number which was the same as his fax number. She gave him the number in Australia. Then as a PS, she added a request to please give all her clothing to charity. (Francie was really severing all ties with home, and Jim wondered if she wasn't being too hasty.) She wrote that she had her jewelry with her and John wanted her to get a whole new wardrobe, appropriate for the Australian climate. Jim figured that she was still awake, so he dialed her on her cell. Francie picked up the phone immediately. He wished her well and said that he would always be a brother to her and that she was right to see that their relationship didn't stand a chance. He told her he had gotten his dream job, but he said nothing about his relationship with Jeff. Finally he told her that he had a buyer for the apartment and didn't have to go through a real estate agent. She was delighted and couldn't thank him enough. He hung up the phone and turned to see Jeff leaning against the door frame totally naked with a solid hard on.

"Want to do the Mike thing?" he asked.

"Sure." Jim answered. When they were done, and their fantasies had become reality, they were ready to make new fantasies and they fell asleep once again, hugging each other tightly.

The morning routine went exactly as they had planned. Before they shut the apartment to leave for work, Jeff advised Jim to take his powers with him. In the car Jeff told him that he had an associate who was a tax attorney. They often referred clients to each other, and Jeff often sought his advice on sticky tax matters. He said he'd call his friend to see when they could see him about drawing up a contract for the sale of the house. He was sure that the work would be done pro bono or for a nominal fee. Suddenly Jeff began to laugh.

"What's up, lover?" Jim asked

"I just thought of something funny. My friend is gay, and often when we are working together late, we'll go for a drink afterwards. He always asks me if we should go to his place or mine, meaning a gay bar or a straight bar. Of course, I always laugh and say that we should go to my place. Next time I'll say, to his place, and see his reaction." Jim laughed too.

They got to the office together, and Jeanine gave them both a warm and knowing smile. "So when are you two moving in together?" she asked.

"Sooner than you think." Jeff replied.

They both went to their offices and Jim picked up where he had left off the afternoon before. At about 10 AM Jeff came into Jim's office. He could have buzzed, but he wanted to lay his eyes on Jim. He just couldn't get enough of him. "Our attorney is going to see us at 4 PM. We don't have to leave but five minutes earlier. He's just across the street." And just like that, Jeff returned to his office. Jim picked up on the phrase, "our attorney," and he smiled to himself.

An hour later, Jeff appeared at Jim's door again. "Saturday evening at my folks. It's my turn to come out." And as quick as that, he was gone.

It was Jeff's turn to pay for lunch this day. They had begun to so enjoy their lunch hour together. They could relax, enjoy each other's company and play footsies under the table. They could even fondle each other occasionally. But when they were in the office, it was strictly business.


As usual Jim was so wrapped up in his work, he lost track of time. Suddenly there stood Jeff, telling him to get his papers together. It was time to see the lawyer. They crossed the street and entered the office building directly across from theirs. The elevator took them to the third floor where they entered a nicely furnished, but unpretentious office. The receptionist told them that Mr. Costello would be right out.

They sat in the reception area talking quietly and allowing their knees to touch whenever possible, until they heard a deep voice say, "Jeff, where the fuck have you been? You haven't called me for lunch for nearly a week now." Jim and Jeff jumped to their feet.

"Michael, let me introduce you to my new associate, Jim Lester." Jim and Michael extended their hands for a business like hand shake, and finally got a good look at each other.

"Mike!" Jim yelled.

"Jim!" Michael yelled back, and they fell into a not so business like bear hug, while Jeff stared in disbelief.

"Jeff" Jim explained. This is my brother Tom's friend, Mike"

"The Mike?" Jeff asked with a knowing smile. "God, it's a small world."

"What's all this private joke stuff?" Michael wanted to know.

"I can't tell you now, but I swear I will before the day is out." Jim promised.

"How's Tom?" Michael asked.

"He married Melissa Remington. You must remember her. They started dating in their junior year in high school, about the time you stopped coming around." Jim added that as part of his private joke. "They have a 3 year old son and a daughter on the way."

"Man," Michael sighed. "This is amazing. Well, let's get going." He headed for his office and Jim and Jeff followed.

Jim showed Michael his powers of attorney for the house and the car. He told Michael what terms had been agreed upon between the buyer and seller. Then he set off the bomb. He informed Michael that the buyers were Jeff and himself. They were going to secure a mortgage in both their names for $150,000 and Jeff would put down $50,000. Michael was to prepare a promissory note between them for a debt of $25,000 to be paid whenever and without interest. "That's it in a nutshell." Jim concluded.

Michael was silent for a while and then he shouted, "You fuckers. That's it in a nutshell? What the fuck is going on here?" Michael had a way with words.

"Well Michael, let's put it this way," Jeff said. Tonight we'll go for drinks to your place." Michael got hysterical. He laughed so hard he started to cough and Jeff got up to slap him on the back.

"You are a fucker, Jeff." He said after he collected himself. "I've been trying to convert you for years and now you spring this on me. And you," he said turning to Jim, "what were all those giggly glances about when Jeff asked if I was the Mike?"

"Oh what the fuck," Jim answered. "It can't matter now. You see, Mike, I once caught you and Tom jacking each other off. I realize that's not significant, but as I told Jeff, from that time on my masturbation fantasy was that you were jerking me off, and that is what is significant."

Fucking unbelievable. This gets more and more incredible. I could have had you all these years." Michael was still laughing. "Let's go get those drinks, and I want to hear everything."  Since Jeff and Jim had walked to work from Jeff's place, Michael got his car from the public garage next door to his building. He drove a few miles to the section of town Jeff and Jim were aware of, but had never been to. It was commonly known as "gaytown." It was early for any crowds and Michael was able to pull up right in front of a bar called, "Chuck's Place." When they entered the bar, the newbies were surprised. Both had expected to find a disco, playing loud music and half naked hunks gyrating to the beat, something like Babylon in "Queer as Folk." This was a very conservative cocktail lounge like any straight lounge they had ever been to.

They found a table in a quiet corner. Michael told them that there was no table service. He asked what they would like to drink, and went to the bar to take care of the first round. When he returned, he toasted his two friends, and said rather sternly, "Talk!"

Jeff filled him in on everything to date, how they met, fell in love, made love, his pending divorce, Jim's broken engagement, how each had fulfilled the other's masturbation fantasies, how those fantasies had begun in the first place, the upcoming "coming out party" at Jim's parents this Friday evening, and on and on and on. Michael was amazed and beamed with happiness. In fact, he had a tear in his eye. "God, I am so happy for you two, and delighted to have you as friends." He then proceeded to give them a little gay orientation. He told them where the GLCC was and that they could get tested on Tuesday evenings, and pick up results on Friday evening. He recommended the best gay restaurants and bars, and informed them which straight businesses were gay friendly and which to avoid.

They were on their third round of drinks, but now they were drinking cokes, when Jim heard a familiar voice yelling and running toward him. Jim looked toward the voice, threw his head on the table, and exclaimed, "I can't take any more surprises." There stood Jerry Rubin, recent and former room mate, and masturbation mate without compare. He and Jerry embraced, and unexpectedly, Jerry kissed Jim chastely on the lips.

Jim introduced Jerry to Jeff and Michael. When Jerry shook Michael's hand, a look passed between them and Jim and Jeff could feel electricity in the room. Jim thought, I know that feeling. I know that look. Jerry sat down with them, and looked at Jim.

"What are you doing here?" Jerry asked suspiciously. So Jeff and Jim repeated an abbreviated version of what they had told Michael. "Wow! To think I wasted four years where I could have had you." Jerry joked. It seemed that everyone regretted not coming on to Jim.

They made small talk for a while, Michael and Jerry couldn't stop staring at each other and smiling. Once or twice their hands dropped below the table and Jim had a suspicion that something was going on. Michael informed Jeff and Jim that after 9 PM there was a piano player here and they could dance together if they wanted to. Jeff said, "Not tonight, ambulance chaser. How about driving us home or (looking at Jerry) should we grab a cab?"

"No, I'll take you home." He turned to Jerry and asked, "Why don't you come with us? Then you and I can get better acquainted while these two wusses have their hot tea and toast, and go off to bed with their socks on." Everyone laughed.

After Michael dropped them off and before he drove off, Jim was certain he saw Michael reach across the console of his car and put his hand high up on Jerry's thigh.

What a hoot! Jim thought.

To be Continued...
 

Posted: 05/16/08