Trials and Triumphs I
By: Morris Henderson
(Copyright 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 9
FIRST CONTACT

Ted Connors was twenty minutes late meeting Eric after work and profusely apologized but gave no reason for the delay.  “That’s quite all right,” Eric said although he had grown impatient while waiting.

They walked to Connors’ car, a new Jaguar, in its reserved space in the parking lot.  They chatted amiably on the thirty minute drive to an exclusive suburb but thoughts kept popping up in Eric’s mind.  What have I got myself into?  Whatever it is, there’s no turning back now.  I wonder what Connors — my ‘dad’ — has planned for our first night together.  Oh well.  Occasional sex is a small price to pay for traveling and living in luxury.  And I will probably enjoy the sex.  Or will I?  He’s an old man.  Maybe not that old but more than twice my age.  I may be glad I insisted on an escape clause in our agreement.

The car pulled into the long, circular driveway of a large, very impressive two story house.  Eric fought to control the temptation of saying, “WOW.”  The man touched the remote control and one of two double garage doors opened.  Inside the garage, Eric saw a Land Rover, a Mazda MX-5 Miata sports car, and a Lexus sedan.  Eric wondered why one man would own FOUR expensive cars; his real dad managed to get along with a ten year old Honda Civic.  Even Brian’s father, a doctor, drove a Ford Explorer.  Eric decided that it would take a while to become accustomed to his new life.

Connors noticed Eric’s surprise at the four vehicles and said, “You’re welcome to use the Miata anytime you want.  The keys are on a rack in the kitchen.”

Inside the house, Ted Connors said, “I have dinner reservations for eight thirty this evening.  We have time to show you your room and freshen up if you like.”

Eric followed the man up the circular stairway from the marbled foyer to the second floor landing and into a bedroom.  It was huge to Eric’s eyes with a double bed, two chests of drawers, a large closet, a desk, and two easy chairs upholstered in leather.  “This is your room, Son.  I thought that you should have some private space ... but of course you’ll be sleeping with me.  Settle in, think of how you want it decorated, and get ready for dinner.”

Eric overcame his astonishment over the elegant room that was to be his and asked, “Will we be eating at a fancy restaurant?  The only clothes I have at the moment is what I’m wearing.”

“They’ll be fine,” came the reply.  “But I’ve taken the liberty of having my housekeeper buy you a few things.  They’re in your closet.  I guessed at the sizes.  I hope they fit.  Whether they do or don’t, the two of us can go shopping for whatever you need or want.  Oh!  I almost forgot.  You can use the bathroom at the end of the hallway.  It’s well stocked with whatever you might need.  Of course, when we’re together in my bedroom, you can use my private bathroom.  Make yourself comfortable.  We should leave for the restaurant in about twenty minutes.”  Somewhat abruptly, the man left Eric alone.

Eric had only enough time to check out the clothes in the closet — shirts, trousers, shoes, a sport coat, and a suit — all far more expensive than what he had left at Grant’s house.  As he emptied his bladder, he couldn’t help feel a pervasive awe at the luxurious life his new dad enjoyed.  He could hardly believe that he would enjoy the same comfort ... at least for a while.  Lurking in his subconscious was the fear that living like this would become addictive.  The withdrawal would be difficult if the relationship with his benefactor changed.

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“Ah!  Mr. Connors,” the officious maitre d' gushed.  “I have the private dining room ready for you.”

“Thank you, Charles.  My guest tonight is not the usual business associate.  I’d like you to meet my Son, Eric, and I hope you will extend the same hospitality to him as you have always done for me.  That is, if the occasion arises that he dines here without me.”

“But of course, Mr. Connors.”  Turning to Eric, the maitre d’ said, “Pleased to meet you, Master Connors.  May I say that you look just like a younger version of your father?  We’ll be honored if you come back to see us.”

After being seated in the elegant private dining room, there was a knock on the door.  “Come in,” Connors called.  A waiter in a tuxedo entered.

Eric’s new dad said, “I’ll have the usual, Michael.  But my son will need a few moments to look over the menu.”

Eric was stunned by the prices on the menu and, with no forethought, said, “My God!  Any one of these choices cost almost as much as I spend on food for a whole week!”

Ted Connors laughed and said, “Get used to it, Son.  I promised that you would be starting a new life with me ... one that you deserve and one that I hope you will enjoy.”

The conversation during the meal was sporadic but friendly.  Both diners were chatting on one level but anticipating the night together on another, private level.  Fully sated with exceptionally delicious food, Eric’s new dad grew serious and said, “I don’t normally eat in the private dining room ... only when I’m with a business associate and expect to be talking about confidential matters.  I asked for this room because I have something to say to you that must not be disclosed.  At least until the public announcement.  The long and the short of it is that tomorrow is my last day with the company.  For the past four months I’ve been negotiating the sale of the company to a big conglomerate.  There were a lot of sticky points and a lot of meetings that I won’t bore you with but the outcome is, I think, quite favorable.  First, they have agreed not to close the plant or layoff any current employee for the next five years.  Second, I will be replaced as president but will have a seat on their Board of Directors.  Finally — and this was the most difficult part of the entire negotiation — the price they agreed to means that, as sole owner of the company, I will be quite rich.”

When it was clear the man had no more to say, Eric asked, “How rich?”

“I don’t know the exact figure yet.  It depends on the conglomerate’s stock value when the final papers are signed.  But it will be in the seven figure range.”  After taking note of Eric’s astonished expression, Connors continued, “When it became clear that the deal would be made, I started planning what to do after leaving the company.  That’s when I started looking around for a companion.  You caught my eye so I hired the investigator to — as we would say in business — assess the feasibility of making you an offer.  Before you ask ... and I know you’ve been wondering ... there were other candidates.  I rejected some immediately because ... well ... they didn’t share my interests ... if you know what I mean.  But you, Eric, have everything that I was looking for.  You’re exceedingly attractive.  You had the good sense to finish school in spite of your troubles at home.  You demonstrated your intelligence and analytical skills during our interview yesterday.  And you’re apparently willing to ... ah ... share my bed.  To be quite candid, I’m quite anxious to do that.”

Eric grinned.  He was flattered by the compliments and was amused by the discrete reference to having sex.  He had wondered since the time the offer was made what was under the boss’s custom suit and, more significantly, what he carried between his legs.  Those thoughts returned in force largely because his only gratification for a long time had been with his fist.  It had a surprisingly arousing effect and he spontaneously said, “Well, then.  What are we waiting for?”

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In the master bedroom, Connors said, “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.  But I want to make one thing very clear.  Your happiness is more important than mine.  I want you to promise that if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you will say so.  Will you do that for me?”

“I promise,” Eric replied.

“And I have a request.  At least for our first time together, I’d like to undress you.  And spend time exploring and admiring your body. 

“Whatever you want, Sir.  I mean Dad.”

The man grinned broadly, extraordinarily pleased that the gulf between business owner and assembly line worker was closing.  He quickly shed his suit jacket, tie, and dress shirt.  He placed his hands on Eric’s shoulders and said, “You’ve made me a very happy man, Son.”  He began unbuttoning Eric’s shirt, moving very slowly and deliberately.  He didn’t know whether or when the young man would feel aroused but the tingling in his own crotch foretold the imminent engorgement of his own manly shaft.  The sight of a well-defined chest with a sprinkling of hair accelerated the stiffening of his rod.  His hands roamed over his young partner’s chest and across his firm abs.  Reluctantly, he interrupted his admiration to quickly remove his tee shirt but immediately returned to unbuckle Eric’s belt.

Eric couldn’t help but notice the man’s admiration and was flattered by it.  Nor could he be more fascinated with his new dad’s firm torso with chest hair that blazed a trail downward across the navel and disappeared beneath his trousers.  When Eric’s pants were unzipped, the older but very fit man dropped to his knees to pull down the pants that stood as a barrier between him and what he wanted to see since the new, young employee captured his attention on the assembly line in the plant.

Connors first felt, squeezed, and rubbed his hands over Eric’s ass cheeks but kept his eyes focused on the sizable bulge in the jockey shorts that were within inches of his face.  Unable to restrain himself any longer, he placed his thumbs inside the waistband of the tighty whities and slowly lowered them, revealing first a thick, black pubic bush and then the root of the young man’s cock.  When the full length of the manly appendage came into view it was beginning its growth into a fully capable instrument of pleasure.  Eric was amused that his sex partner did nothing but stare at the no longer dangling cock as it gradually rose — not smoothly but in barely perceptible jerks — to a fully upright rod.  With his pants and underwear puddled around his ankles, Eric watched as his new dad ran his fingers through the pubic hair, fondled the ball sack, and seemed to take a surprising amount of time to actually touch the now throbbing cock.  He wondered: is he deliberately delaying contact to heighten HIS arousal or MINE?

Connors knew the answer to that question.  It was his own enjoyment that was paramount at the moment.  And he wanted the moment to last as long as possible ... although he remained aware that his young partner should also be given pleasure.  It was the latter thought that prompted him to rise to his feet and take off his own trousers, boxers, shoes, and socks.  Naked, he stood and noticed Eric’s wide-eyed stare that was almost trancelike.  The young man’s eyes were fixated on the thick cock that pointed straight at him and the hairy ball sack that hung down under the weight of large testicles.  Eric reminded himself of his earlier decision to let his benefactor take the lead so he restrained himself from touching.

Eric’s mind alternated between two thoughts.  Awe — over genitals that were substantially larger than any he had seen on classmates in the shower after gym class.  And worry — about whether his ass would accommodate the penetration of such a massive intruder.  Regaining awareness of the situation and anticipating the next move, he sat on the edge of the bed. 

Connors quickly removed Eric’s shoes, socks, pants, and underwear.  He gently (adoringly?) lowered Eric onto his back, lay beside him, and whispered, “You’re beautiful, Eric.  In every way.  But right now I’m captivated by your body.  May I explore it?”

“Of course.”  Eric was curious about why the question had to be asked.  Wasn’t it a normal prelude to sex and an accepted part of foreplay?  Hadn’t he already agreed to submit to intimacy and sex?  Nevertheless, he was pleased by the apparent consideration.

The man spent an inordinate amount of time running his hands across Eric’s chest and abdomen.  His touch was gentle and surprisingly arousing.  The biggest surprise, however, was the eroticism of having his nipples suckled until they hardened, protruded, and became very sensitive. 

Ted Connors was living a dream.  He had free access to a young man’s body.  And the best part lay ahead.  He was impatient but he disciplined himself to delay exploring and manipulating the very private parts of Eric’s body.  He didn’t recognize it (nor would he admit it if he did) but intimate, erotic contact with a young man was, at least subconsciously, a way of regaining his own youth ... a way to capture the opportunities he lost when he conformed to society’s expectations and married.  There had been a few gay experiences but none of them satisfied more than physical gratification.  They were transitory and resulted in a bitter divorce. And they happened years ago — many years ago, during which he had longed not for just sex but for a lasting relationship.  Now, however, he had the companionship of a steady partner that promised emotional fulfillment as well as physical gratification.  He knew that the adventure of travel and the luxury of living well wouldn’t be enough to ensure a durable relationship.  No, he would have to do all in his power to make his young friend genuinely happy.  And the most important way to do that was to be considerate and attentive to him as more than a paid staffer.  The concern for Eric’s happiness controlled the man’s lust and prevented him from engaging in a thoughtless ‘biff-bam-thanks, man’ episode.

Connors repositioned himself for better access to Eric’s muscular legs, which he massaged in a way that brought him great pleasure and also heightened his young companion’s arousal.

While Eric enjoyed the sensations of prolonged foreplay, he was becoming increasingly impatient for relief from the urging of his throbbing erection that was now drooling precum down onto his lower stomach region.  But he had to remind himself that he had agreed to allow Connors to do what he wanted and on his own schedule.  So he endured the distress of a mounting need to ejaculate.  Just as his willpower began to crumble, he felt something touch his cock.  He looked down.  The man was gently running the tips of his fingers up and down the underside of the pulsating shaft of rigid meat.  Eric gasped at the sensation that signaled the beginning of active sex and simultaneously boosted his arousal to new heights.

Ted Connors had also reached the point of being unable to stifle his compelling urges.  In rapid succession, he licked up the pool of precum and engulfed the manly rod deep into his mouth.

Eric moaned loudly in delight.

Masterfully, Connors used his tongue and lips in a stroking motion to stimulate Eric’s grateful shaft.  It took very little time before the young man bucked his hips and felt the slightly painful but extraordinarily pleasing surge of semen erupt in a series of explosive volleys.  Glorious sensations blasted from the epicenter of his crotch, radiating throughout his body and causing his heart to skip beats, his breathing to momentarily stop, his voice to emit a primal scream, and his limbs to convulse as though hit with a Taser.  Eric would later recall the overwhelming feeling and conclude that all the orgasms he had previously if combined would not equal the intensity of the erotic stimulation of his first encounter with Ted Connors.

Several minutes later, Eric regained his senses and found his partner cuddled up against his side with an arm and a leg draped across his body.  Without censoring his phrasing, he moaned, “GAWD!  That was fuckin’ AWESOME.”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” the man grinned.  “Because I did, too.  I’ve told you before and I’ll probably tell you again that you’ve made me a very happy man.”

Impulsively, Eric kissed the man who had bestowed such an ecstatic delight.  Connors welcomed it and returned it with genuine passion.

They cuddled in silence for a while before Eric said, “I can’t do it as well as you but may I return the favor?”

“Be my guest.  And I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

Eric set to work, thoroughly enjoying every moment — massaging chest, abdomen, and legs; bringing the semi-flaccid cock back to rigidity; filling his mouth with a hot, manly pleasure pole; and savoring the taste of love cream.  The recipient of the sensual treatment, whose only sexual release for years had been solitary masturbation, was overjoyed.

 To be continued...

It has been the author’s good fortune to have the help of a superb editor, inspiring mentor, and treasured friend: Iatia

Posted:08/03/12