Man Dating Chapter 12
Sometimes a social event can turn into so much more. For Tuck this was a
real date, with real people seeing him out with Jake. How was he supposed
to feel, how was the date supposed to go. A baseball game... so what
could happen? Thank you so much such wonderful words of review and
encouragement. If you have not read the other chapters, they are there
for your enjoyment many stand alone, but it is a path that Tuck is on,
being led by Jake and others. A new chapter emerges in few months. So
enjoy.
"I have not been to a baseball game forever and a day," Tuck said as they
entered the stadium. The rush of people, the noise and the building
excitement brought both a smile and an increasing heartbeat.
"Really?" Jake asked. "I try to get to a few games a year, but this one
is special, more a business meeting than a social event."
Tuck could not really believe he was here and on a date with Jake. There
would be other people there in the same function, people he did not know.
How was he to act? What were people going to say? The outcome of the
afternoon had not played out as of yet, many questions would be answered.
He hoped the answers would be positive, not only for him but so much
more
for Jake.
The green fields of the park were still hidden behind the arches inside
the stadium, as they continued their traverse toward the private booths
on the second level. Tuck got a quick glimpse of the blue sky and the
seats on the other side of the stadium, he smiled at the long distant
memory as it came flashing back. The green of the grass fields below, not
yet in his sight, held the memory of his last visit marking the magnet
owned by any baseball park.
A discarded candy wrapper became attached to his shoe, more a low heeled
high heel, only two inches above the ground, but still on the balance
between sexes it remained firmly in the other team's selections. His
varied foot ware became another addition, choices that went beyond his
personal purview. He took a second adjusting his bra, the strap having
fallen from his shoulder.
"Just a second Jake, please." Tuck stopped their travel reaching down to
his shoe, his other hand grabbing Jake's arm for support.
Jake held still watching Tuck lean over and disentangling the refuse from
his heel.
"Thank you," Tuck said appreciating the support. His hand being taken by
Jake for continued support. He pulled slightly and the candy wrapper
disengaged from the toe of his shoe leaving only a spot of creamed
chocolate. A slight nudge and his bra strap on his shoulder brought it
back into its proper place.
"Let's go," Jake said as he took the candy wrapper from Marian depositing
it in a nearby trash container; however the strong tight hand did not
release the control and possession just newly established.
Tuck took a step off and felt the strength of Jake urging him forward,
his guidance as they moved through the crowd made the walk nearly
effortless. His pace firmly set by the male leader, carried him through
the crowd and farther down the concrete path.
Tuck scurried to keep up, the heels he wore making it a bit more
difficult than if he were wearing his normal weathered sneakers. Jake's
firm grip helped him as they circumvented most of the traffic, both of
them winding their way through the crowd. Off to the right Tuck saw a
store front selling souvenirs. The block wide window glass acted as a
giant mirror. In the reflection, he saw a large, a tall handsome man
leading his young friend through the tunnel maze. Tuck brushed his blonde
hair behind his ear, the mirror image showed the boy doing the same, in
an instant, perhaps the slight smile, or the turn of the head, maybe it
was the glint of the earring uncovered, but in that instant, she became,
she was there, she held the hand, she turned and continued to follow the
handsome fellow.
Debra had arrived a few minutes earlier than her usual 6:30 morning
appointment, having been told about the afternoon's baseball date a few
days before, and her arms were loaded. Tuck had just finished his morning
shower which now took almost thirty minutes, with the addition of the
entire product line that Debra insisted that he use. She always checked
to make sure the compliment had been applied correctly and fully.
Correcting any error with words and swift application of her open hand or
the leather paddle she carried on her hip.
"Good morning Debra, I hope your day is starting well," Tuck said
carefully and correctly. He came to the door wearing only the pink towel
around his waist and a second wrapped in his hair.
"What did I tell you about wearing a towel?" Debra's voice was quick and
full of anger.
"You said that was all I could wear when answering the door in the
morning," Tuck replied, his voice breaking slightly, afraid of the
instant anger that Debra could expend for even the smallest infractions.
Her swift hand had impacted his soft bottom numerous times, the red hand
print lasted well into the morning hours. The paddle offering additional
instruction management
"I said properly." She grabbed the towel and quickly jerked it free from
its precarious hold revealing Tuck's smooth little toy tightly held
between baby soft thighs, all tender skin, absent of even the barest
signs of male hair, completely erased by the strong chemicals used now an
a daily basis and his tender soft skin treated by countless lotion
applications, morning and before bed. She smiled at the absolute
perfection, "Put your hands over your head."
Tuck raised his hands high over his head, his little cock, small and
insignificant in the cold air of the still opened apartment door. The
blue cream applied over night, acting as inhibitor and keeping his little
penis small and carefully managed.
"The towel should be placed thusly," she said taking the towel she held
and wrapping it back around Tucks naked body but this time higher, so the
pink fluffy fabric was just under his arm pits. The wrap pulled tight as
she held the soft fabric firmly and then tucking the tail in at the
back.
"There that's much better, see you even have a little cleavage, I guess
the hormone treated creams are doing their job," she laughed tweaking his
nipple hard reaching under the thick towel.
Tuck looked down and saw that she had described the cleft in his chest
accurately, his slender finger traced the soft skins deepening fold. He
looked up at Debra a question on his lips that he could not ask, a
question that had an answer he did not want to acknowledge.
She kicked the door closed and with her strong grasp of the towel, forced
Tuck to move away from the door and over to the standing floor to
ceiling
mirror now a permanent note of d?cor in his living room.
"Oh so much better, you can see how your bras are going to fit so much
better too. I will have to talk to Mrs. Getty and see if we cannot get
you a bit stronger hormonal cream, it is doing just wonders for your
shape, she said reaching around and squeezing his growing small tits, the
additional form no longer a figment of imagination, "I am sure shots
might be more fast acting, perhaps an idea she would support."
Tuck looked in the mirror and all he could see is a moderately good
looking woman without make up, even his age was lost in the glass picture
in front of him, two or three years dropping off with just the towels
different position. With makeup, the mirrored loss would be closer to
five, maybe even six years. He could only hope that make up would not now
be a daily addition. He wondered what Jake would say when he saw him at
the baseball game.
"You know Marian you really look nice this afternoon." Jake said as they
continued their directed stroll, "I am getting use to the make up too, it
does bring out your eyes. What color lip stick are you wearing?"
Tuck looked over at Jake, a question in his mind, as to the reason for
the question. "Debra picked out Cotton Candy, she said it would be
appropriate for the game."
Jake laughed, "Quite so...adding a closely veiled question, his voice
getting more serious, "well?"
Tuck looked over at Jake who had stopped the two of them from further
travel. There was not a smile on the face and the eyes looked like they
were about to offer significant correction.
"That was a compliment."
"Thank you," Tuck said quickly, "that was very nice of you to say."
"You are not that dim, you were given a rule about compliments, did you
forget already?"
"No, of course not but I was not sure about, Tucked looked around at the
growing crowd filing in for the game, "but ..here?"
"Tell me what the rule is about compliments."
Tuck stopped for a second remembering not only the rule but how it was
implemented.
The dinner was quite nice thank you," Tuck said as they walked back to
Jakes apartment door. Tucks old car was in the apartment complex lot,
parked next to a red BMW, his company car had not arrived yet. Mrs. Getty
had picked it out, he was not sure how Mrs. Getty tastes would translate
to choices and colors but anything was better than what he currently
drove. He was not sure of the next move, it was not his to make.
"Marian come inside we have a few things to discuss." Jake opened the
door and stepped in to the dark hallway. Tuck followed taking two steps
father down the carpeted path waiting for the lights to be switched on.
"In here," a dim light from the living room offered Tuck a way to follow
Jakes voice.
Jake was sitting in large black leather chair facing the door as Tuck
entered the room, a lamp on the side table provided the only
illumination.
"Fix me a drink."
"My pleasure, Jake," Tuck said nervously, he assumed it was what Jake
normally had in the evening, having made sure on visits to his old
apartment that a bottle of Jack Daniels stood ready for near immediate
service. Jakes liquor cabinet held far more variation and choice but a
bottle of Jim Beam, the past refreshment, seemed to be absent after a
careful under counter search.
"Hennessy," Jake said noticing Tuck rummaging inside the cabinet.
"But I thought you liked Jim Beam."
"Barely adequate, but it fit well inside your past budget," Jake said at
his chair watching Tuck go through the motions of making the drink. The
procedure well documented with careful instruction.
Tuck found the mentioned bottle. He then pulled four perfectly shaped ice
cubes from the refrigerator ice maker under the counter. The bottle had
not been opened. Using his sculpted and painted fingernails, he cut
through the paper seal and poured the requested into a clean sculpted
glass. He brought the finished drink back to Jake.
"Sit down."
Tuck looked around across from Jake sat another chair, and the other side
of the room a couch. They all matched. He started to turn to select a
seat on the matching leather chair which was the closet to the chair in
which Jake had taken residence in.
"Here."
The words simple and direct. Tuck turned back and took a step closer to
Jake asking the question silently did he really mean for him to sit on
his lap. Jake moved his hand up and to the side, his palm open. The
invitation had been set.
Tuck closed his eyes and turned. He felt Jakes hand on his back as he
stepped back further and setting his bottom down on Jakes lap. He felt
the strength under his legs, difference in size always so apparent but in
this close proximity the questions never asked had answers so apparent.
Jake hands came back down and moved Tuck to the side and back until his
position put him in more contact. Tuck felt a rather obvious lump press
against his bottom.
"That works quite nicely. Comfortable?" Jake asked.
Tuck sighed, allowing his body to relax to some extent, the novel perch
slowly normalizing. He smiled the thought of normal, not actually in the
book he had currently checked out. "Yes, thank you."
"Good." There was a pause. Jakes hand came up and touched Tucks hair, "I
have to say this evening you look quite nice, so much better than when
you wore those ragged jeans, looking like some lost little boy, or a
homeless orphan."
"Thank you, so much has changed."
"The other evening at the Getty's we kissed." Jake's voice was steady and
showed no emotion.
Tuck blushed, remembering the greetings, not sure how Jake really felt
about the most friendly contact.
"Yes we did," Tuck said in a low voice.
"Did you like it?" the question asked but not sharing the requestor's
mood or path.
Tuck was not sure there was a correct answer, yes or no either could be
considered negative. 'Yes, I liked it,' with Jake's answer, 'well that
was a mistake and it will never happen again, good bye'. Or 'No, I did
not,' and then in answer 'Well you are not the one for me.. good bye.'
Both answers could be the end of a friendship.
"It was different." Tuck tried for a neutral response, "But I felt that
you were showing your strength and confidence in front of Mr. Getty."
Jake did not move, and then his hand went to Tucks hair again and his
hand traced down Tuck's neck and his back. He smiled. "Yes, that's how I
felt too. It was more settling a challenge than anything, I like that you
saw my strength. Did you see anything else?"
Tuck thought for a second and decided that his answer had fallen into a
realm that satisfied the feelings that came from the kiss. "I felt your
maleness without any hesitation, I guess you could call it control. I
felt .. if I can say it.. protected."
Jake smiled taking a sip of his drink.
"Would you like the kiss to continue?" the question asked in the same
calm voice.
"I would think that is not my decision to make."
"It is not." Jake combed through Tucks hair again, sending shivers down
Tuck's back.
Tuck sat quietly, his eyes closed as Jake ran his fingers though his hair
and across his back. The bulge between Jakes legs seemed to grow,
pressing more into Tucks bottom.
"I believe there was an appropriateness to the attention as well," Jake's
low voice continued in the non emotional tone. "When an action follows
that kind of event there is acceptance of the secondary event. Say for
instance, as this past evening encounter, the kiss being a simple
greeting comparable to handshake."
Tuck's own thoughts barely followed the conversation, his entire self
consumed by the touch of Jake's fingers floating through his blonde hair
and the strength of his control as his hand traveled down his back. He
shivered, his eyes closed. The only words he heard, "an evening
greeting".
"This will be expected." Jakes's hand pulled free, pushing Tuck up from
his perch, with a strong shove until Tuck stood in place in front of the
chair. "Re-enter the room."
Tuck looked behind him and back to Jake, not having a clue as to what the
next step should be. He took a step closer to the door. Turned back
around to face Jake," Should I leave the room entirely?"
"Yes."
Tucked turned back to the door taking another step closer to the entrance
and then stopped and turned back to Jake, "and then what?" his voice
small and with question.
Jake's voice deep and instantly angry, "We are done, get out!"
"No, please I am sorry, I just wanted to know if there was anything more
I could do in the practice to make it better."
"No there is not. Maybe this was all a dumb idea."
"No its not, I think being able to say hello to you, to thank you for
being there, for being a friend, for your support and for your guidance.
To be able to say that to you when ever we first meet, this way, this is
such a perfect way, it is such a privilege."
Jake did not say a thing for more than a minute. The light, the only one
in the room illuminated his face, the expression of anger, of
disappointment, maybe of loss, evident and not changing.
"Let me show you how right this action is for me ... for both of us,"
Tuck said his voice barely above a whisper.
Jake took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds and then let it
free. "I have no more patience, or even thought that this might go on. I
think it best that you leave."
There was a tear in Tucks eye. He took a step back into the room, "I just
want to say once," he took a step closer, "how much.," he took another
step closer, "your friendship means to me," one step closer, "having
you... your support, your guidance," Tuck leaned back and sat down on
Jakes lap, it was stiff his hands at his side, "being able to say that
this way, is so perfect, such a way of sharing myself to you," he leaned
forward and kissed Jake on the lips. The touch in return was cold empty,
absent. "I just want to be able to say hello this way, to greet you and
to show you," he leaned in and kissed Jake again, softly his lips barely
pressing, his ter stained eyes closed, "how much you mean to me," He
leaned forward again, the kiss, his lips open waiting hoping believing
this was not to be the end.
"No this is over Marian, I don't see it continuing."
"No it can't be.. I see it now."
"What?" Jakes whispered his voice nearly absent.
"I see your control and your strength of character, I see your...."
"What do you see?"
"Your maleness."
"You do?" Jake's hand touched Tucks back softly, a touch only.
"Oh yes, and you have made me see myself in a new light."
"I have seen that," the hand moved to touch the golden curls.
Tuck's eyes closed, "It's you that have opened that door, but it's a door
that only you have the key. It's not open to anybody else."
Jake's hand brushed through Tucks blonde hair, taking hold, taking
possession.
"You don't think that I am different or less that I like you this way?"
Jake asked, the question so private and secret that he could barley make
it audible. An answer changing life in ways that had yet to be defined.
He waited for Tuck's words that would adjust the reality, move the
question to the back, answered never to be questioned again.
Tuck heard the question, the tears growing, his words choked, but knowing
the his anwer had to be right not only for himself but for Jake. "No..
oh
no.. how many ways can I say that is so not true," the urgency in Tucks
voice echoed across the room, he tried again to cach his own voice, he
wanted it be desperately clear, "no, I see you as someone so special,
that can see me, help me, be me. I need you."
"You need me?" Jake voice carried a brief and growing smile.
"Yes, so much." Tucks hands came around the back of Jakes neck clasping
together, holding Jake to him.
"For what," the hand traced down Tuck's back up and then up almost
absently. Tucks eye closed and he seemed to purr.
"Oh that feels so nice, thank you." He leaned and kissed Jake again. The
kiss gentle but accepted. Tuck smiled it seemed so natural and right. He
wanted more but knew he still had to answer the open question. He wanted
his words to be perfect.
"I need you to want me," his eyes dropped down, so afraid that the answer
would not be there, the answer he so needed to hear. "I need you to want
me this way, this new way, I feel different when I am with you. I feel
like this is the way I should be always be, it feels right, but this is
the hard part ...it only feels right if you are there. The question, am I
being right for you?"
Again there was a apuse in the conversation. Tuck could see the thoughts
as if they were real revolving aroud the room. Finally, the hand came up
and touched his face, "I think so, Marian. I do. There is a balance, and
it must be met. Now I am going to be honest. Our friendship in the past
has been very single sided; it would have ended quite soon, forgotten and
lost, only a single entry in one's life, only a single side that would
be
saddened by the loss. Tuck would play no part in my life.
Tuck let out a long sigh, the words so crystal clear. His friendship with
Jake had moved on, there was no longer a Jake and Tuck. That fragile
note
had ended.
"The door that opened with the birth of Marian has taken me places that I
had never imagined, not even in fantasy, each step novel. The door
opened
and I felt my confidence, strength, and my maleness expand, but it
crosses over into a side that I never tread on. You are there in that
path and having you there makes me smile."
Tuck tears began again but from a different side of the road.
"That door is open only for you, and when or if it closes, like it almost
did here tonight it would be closed forever. We will see how long it
remains open and only I can close it."
"Thank you," were the only words that Tuck could say, his voice choked
with tears of acceptance and terror of near rejection.
Jake smiled, "I expect you will continue your effort to keep the door on
your side open as well?"
Tuck laughed through the tears, "Oh yes, and wider if possible."
Jake smiled, "then I think it would be wise for you to reenter the room,
don't you?"
Marian got up from Jakes lap, and sauntered over to the door again turned
around and waited a smile on his lips.
"Marian, it's so good to see you." Jake said from his chair the whiskey
in his hand. "Come sit."
"Of course sir," Tuck said skipping across the room and easily retaking
his seat on Jakes lap, the lump beneath welcoming the new seat mate.
Jakes hand came up to Tucks blonde hair and pulled him close, their lips
opened and the kiss followed and grew. Tuck felt as if he floated above
his body, as Jake pulled him tight, the strength and control encompassing
him.
"Oh yes, That was quite adequate," Jake said holding tight to Tuck blonde
hair, "we should practice that until we have it closer to perfect."
PART 2
Tuck looked up at Jake, his hand remaining quite firmly in Jakes control.
He glanced around at the crowd, it seemed that they were in a mist,
blurred and near invisible. He turned to Jake, his eyes closed and leaned
forward, standing up on his toes, his face just inches from Jake's,
"Thank you, that was so sweet of you to say."
The kiss touched Tuck's inner cloud, piercing it, allowing the sun's
bright rays to shine thorough. Jake's strong embrace, their intimate
contact, the realization of such personal control seemed for both true
and honest, making the outside world disappear. Tuck on his toes, his
hand stroking Jake's thick neck, not so much to pull him closer but to
just gain the shared strength and support. The kiss, their kiss, shared,
remained so open and perfect. They parted slowly, Tuck coming back down
to the ground, his eyes opening, with a smile on his lips.
Jake's voice clear, certain and offering no opportunity for objection,
"Marian, I would say that would be the proper response, now expected,
without a reminder or further prompt,"
"Yes sir," Tuck smiled, "I will insure that my response will be there for
you, a proper thank you for all future compliments, no matter where our
location might be. My only desire is to properly show my respect and
offer a way of saying how much I appreciate your kind concern," Tuck
smiled again, "Thank you."
"Come, the club suites are just ahead," Jake said taking an even firmer
grip on Tuck's hand and moving to the guarded escalator.
"Jake, so good to see you," Mr. Sullivan said, as their two large strong
hands came together in a firm handshake.
"Mr. Sullivan, always a pleasure." Jake laughed, the traditional firmness
contest having been avoided with just a friendly yet firm hold.
"Jake, especially here, it's just Haywood," the older and very
distinguished gentleman insisted, "and may I ask, who this lovely young
friend is?"
Tuck blushed and smiled, his own small near dainty hand reaching out for
the similar handshake, somewhat reticent, showing a quite visible concern
for how strong the male crush might be.
"Haywood," Jake's voice fluctuated somewhat using the familiar first name
of his potential customer, "Yes, this is Marian Tucker, a close friend,
and a new employee at Kensington Industries."
"Might I say, Marian," Haywood smiled reaching out and taking Tuck's
offered hand, "your appearance is somewhat unusual but I am rapidly not
only getting used to it but I find it quite lovely. Is that a word that I
am allowed to use?" the grip and touch of hands gentle, made and shared
with respect.
"Mr. Sullivan, of course it is, and thank you for such a sweet
compliment," Tuck said still holding Mr. Sullivan's hand. The older man
smiled and held Tuck's hand in a gentle caress.
"You're more than welcome, my dear, I almost feel like I deserve a kiss,"
he laughed lightly looking at Jake, the unfamiliar feelings washing over
him like a soft ocean wave.
"You do, of course," Tuck laughed, "but I would not want to do anything
that might cause you any embarrassment or concern," Tuck added taking a
brief look around the crowed room.
"Rubbish, I am the boss, I don't see how a single kiss could be a
concern," his growing excitement evident in his words, he took a step in
Tuck's direction.
Tuck smiled, "Then I offer," he leaned over and softly kissed Mr.
Sullivan on the cheek, "my gentle thank you for such lovely compliment,
it was just so kind of you, sir."
Mr. Sullivan pulled back slightly touching his face, the exact spot where
Tuck's warm lips had touched, he held silent for a moment, then smiled
broadly," Oh my, oh my, that was..... Jake, you have a very sweet friend
here. I would not let this one get to far away."
Jake laughed, "Smart as a whip too, that's why Mrs. Getty snapped him up.
He's in on the Hellman Project."
"Really? Tell me Marian, what you are doing there, I just might have to
turn my HR into the wolves that they can be and steal you."
Tuck smiled, looking over at Jake asking silent permission to tell
Haygood a little about his background, in hopes that Mr. Sullivan might
want to work with him and Mrs. Getty as a client. The worry held a place
on his face until he saw Jake grin broadly, a slight nod giving full and
open permission to speak. "I am just part of the team, sir," Tuck began,
"We are in the process of restructuring the long term accounting
organization, cross platform integration, utilization integrity, and
using a program I wrote, to pull it all together. My hope is to implement
asset allocation strategies and risk management procedures, in a more
automated manner. "
Haygood, stood listening his mouth nearly dropping open. "A program you
wrote?" Haygood asked, again looking over at Jake.
"Yes, while I was at another firm. They did not see the value in it. My
team and I have made substantial changes in it. We are very close to a
beta implementation. "
Haygood turned to Jake directly, putting his hand on his shoulder, "I
would have to say your description of this young lad is far understated."
He turned back to Tuck, "Tell me what it would take for me to lure you
on
to our team. I will double your salary."
"Mr. Sullivan..." Tuck could not believe the numbers that the offer would
include.
"My sweet boy, you will always call me Haygood."
"I am so flattered," Tuck begin just barely catching his breath, "Thank
you ...Haygood. But I have just started with Mrs. Getty and the project
has a long way to go. The challenges I have accepted and the team I have
working with me are just too precious for me to lose. Mrs. Getty has
given me so much, she means a lot to me too." Tuck's breathing was back
to normal, his smile could not be any bigger. "But again, I cannot begin
to say thank you enough for your kind interest."
Haygood smiled and nodded his head, "She is very lucky and far reaching
to have found you. I hope she knows how lucky she is."
"I am the one that is so lucky, to have Jake in my life guiding me to be
a better person and the full support of Mrs. Getty. I could not be
happier."
"Well If I can't hire you, I know we will be become great friends."
"That could not make me happier, sir."
"Wonderful young man," Haygood remarked to himself and to Jake, "just
remarkable."
"If you will please excuse me, sir," Tuck said looking around the room to
see where the bar might be, knowing that Jake would certainly be thirsty
after the long walk. "Let me see what's at the bar, and I will bring you
back a beer, Jake."
"Thank you Marian," Jake said taking a second to push Tuck's golden hair
back behind his ear revealing his silver dangle earring.
Tuck felt the attention from Haygood increase as Jake touched his hair
forcing back the straying locks, the earring displayed specifically for
Haygood's enjoyment. Tuck turned slightly so that the earring was even
more in Haygood's view. Haygood reached over and smoothed the other side
of Tuck's hair using the opportunity to inspect the earring quite
closely, "Just marvelous." He touched the silver dangle lightly.
Tuck blushed at the intimate touch. "Thank you, Jake and Haywood." Tuck
said stepping on tip toes again allowing his hand to lay softly on Jakes
shoulder for support. Tuck smiled looking up at Jake, kissing him on the
lips. He turned to Haywood and gently laid his other hand on his
shoulder, he turned and without a second of hesitation or thought of
concern, standing on tip toe again, he kissed Mr. Sullivan.
"Haygood, could I possibly bring you anything?" Tuck asked knowing
Haygood had enjoyed the sweet thank you, he could even see the bulge
between his legs making a noticeable impression on the khaki slacks he
wore.
"No, Marian, I'm fine for now." Haygood said his voice a bit strained not
at all aware of how to deal with the affectionate display so casual and
normal, and yet feeling a growing desire to be more of a part, to somehow
share in that tender attention.
"OK, I will be back in few minutes"
Tuck took a step back and then turned and walked over to the bar that was
on the side of the large room. He stood in front of the bar smiling, he
hoped that Jake was happy the way the conversation had gone.
"You are something really special. I don't think I have ever seen Haygood
look so pleased. Hi, I'm Lucy and you're?" Lucy took Tuck's hand pulling
him tightly into the small group of women hovering away from the men.
Tuck turned to his right at the sweet voice. "Hi, I'm Marian nice to meet
you," Tuck put out his hand as if to shake Lucy's.
"Sweet thing, we don't shake hands, that's a big boys game. This is so
much better," Lucy leaned in and gave Tuck a soft kiss on the lips, "for
them it's a game as to who can squeeze harder, it's about dick size, they
should really pull out their cocks and masturbate, and decide winner on
the amount of cum the winner can leave on the floor."
"The loser would have to lick it up too," a second gorgeous girl popped
into the conversation, "Hi sweetie, Constance or Connie here, I just love
your earrings, oh my God, they are pierced and not once but three
times."
Two more girls moved closer to the female gathering, another blonde and a
second brunet. "This is Donna and Cissy," Lucy pointed out the new
introductions quickly. Lifting a bit of Tuck's blonde hair and inspecting
the earrings herself, "They are to die for girl."
"So tell me what were you and old man Haygood chatting about and did you
kiss him really?" Lucy asked lightly touching the over sized sports
jersey Tuck wore, inspecting the wide knot exposing his smooth tight
tummy, "Twice?"
Tuck laughed, "Oh that, really, just a joke."
"Well it didn't look like a joke to me and he wanted more," Connie said,
stepping back to get a better look at Tuck's outfit, "I would never think
a boy would look so right in make-up, but on you, just so cute. Do you
go
clubbing? You have to come with us this next Friday."
"Oh yes, that would be a blast, keep everyone guessing, but I agree, if
the lights had gone out that second, we would need a fire extinguisher to
put out the embers. Haygood was smiling for sure," Lucy added.
Tuck looked over at Jake and Mr. Sullivan, continuing their conversation,
he didn't think the kisses, were even remembered, even for a second, but
he knew that he would certainly enjoy having Haygood as a friend. Jake
glanced up for a second and smiled in his direction. The brief eye
contact sent a shiver down Tuck's back. Jake mouthed silently, "beer".
"So you girls like baseball?" Tuck asked trying to make conversation.
The girls just looked at him for a second and then they all burst out
laughing.
"Jake, I have to tell you Brytown Towers contract is now really just
between Commonwealth and Harris. It's really close, I have not made up my
mind yet as there are some interesting points of consideration in both
proposals." Haygood lectured, his hands making the same points as his
voice, every once in a while tapping Jake on the shoulder, like father to
son. "I will tell you, that the Harris quote is somewhat lower in
price."
"We have seen that before," Jake replied, knowing that price was one of
the key factors in any of Sullivan's decisions, "but I have put the best
price forward I can, that aspect is not going to change."
"I figured that, and actually that is good to hear, I like to know you
are solid around your decision," Haygood replied before walking off to
another group in the large club room. He turned back, "But you and Marian
enjoy the game."
"We will." Jake said watching Tuck walk back to him with a beer in hand.
"So Jake is this meeting and play date going well for you?" Tuck asked as
they took their seats in the stadium club section, outside the suite,
watching the infielders run through grounders practice. The three step
process looked almost like a ballet. Tuck could not get over the vibrant
green of the field.
"It's an opportunity to meet on a social level, the contract is going to
mandate a considerable amount of one on one time, during all stages of
the project. He knows Everett better, having done several smaller
projects. Nothing this size."
"Did I help at all?"
"You were fine, I think Haygood was a bit surprised at first but very
quickly saw you for who you are." His hand came down on Tuck's bare leg,"
not sure if you could get any shorter shorts than those." Jake laughed
feeling the smooth skin, marveling momentarily at the softness.
"I just want to be supportive." Tuck added, enjoying the warm contact.
"Well in this, that might not be possible."
Tuck loved the warm hand on his bared thigh, the bright pink socks
reaching up above his knee, left the rest of his leg bare and open. He
looked down at Jake's strong hand nearly wrapping around his thigh, so
close to the hidden little package tightly ensconced in the g-string
panties. Debra made sure that his little "clit", as she referred to it,
kept to itself, held tightly in place, hidden and in her words 'absent'.
Tuck had no noticeable bulge between his legs. He touched the absence
softly insuring at least to himself some small evidence after his brief
self inspection.
"Watch the game it's about to start."
"I might need a few pointers as to what's going on." Tuck smiled his own
much smaller hand on Jakes strong thigh.
Jake laughed and slipped his arm over Marian's shoulder pulling him
closer, "It's really pretty simple, two teams each with ...."
"So how do you think we match up," Jackson Mottelson, leaned close to his
boss talking in almost a whisper, his large 6'5" frame making close
furtive contact near impossible. "You think Commonwealth has a chance."
"Not if Jake's involved, he always bids high and I am sure we are lower,
Sullivan always looks at the wallet as his prime decision maker. We are a
shoe in." Everett Fillmore took another sip from his second boiler
maker,
"for sure good news on Monday".
"Great, we need the business," Jackson said looking at his cell phone to
see if he had any new messages, "Cambridge did not help the bottom line."
"Yeah," Everett took a long sip of the beer and whiskey mix, setting the
empty drink back on the bar, "that was a real fuck up. We need this one
bad. More to the point I need it bad." He made mention to the bar maid to
mix up a third drink, with hand gestures. "Did you see the twink that
Jake had on a leash?" He wanted to make sure Jackson saw the evidence,
pointing to the two sitting in seats outside the luxury suite. "My god I
had no idea he was a fag."
"Well not sure Sullivan thought it was such a bad play," Jackson said his
eyes going back to Jake and Marian seated on the outside, " I talked to
the young fellow, Didn't know the first thing about the game. Very nice
and cute too," he raised his vision out to the park again, "It looks like
they are having a good time."
"Cute?" Everett's voice came up to higher volume, "So are you a fag too?"
The look on the large black ex-footballer's face told Everett that this
was a conversation that had better have a quick ending. "Well, I know
Sullivan and I tell you Haygood hates fags." Everett took the new drink
and downed a full swallow. He looked at Jackson again to insure himself
that he was following his logic.
"I don't know, have you ever heard him say that?" Jackson asked his voice
telling Everett that the most recent insult had not cleared the room.
"No, I don't have to .. But it's a fact."
"If you say so," Jackson turned away from the conversation to watch the
game on the flat screen TV on the far wall. His arms crossed, he stared
at the games image, sharing the same direction with the view out the
suites glass window.
"So Jake can I ask you a question, you won't think me dumb."
Jake turned in his seat, looking at Marian; he brushed the blonde locks
behind Tucks ear again revealing the silver hanging ear rings the other
girls were admiring. "You really do look nice this afternoon, I think
Haygood thought so too."
Jake paused, a smile on his lips. Tuck did not wait, even a second and
leaned in and kissed Jake on the lips directly, all pause or hesitation
absent, leaving only a smile on Marian's face as they come together and
then apart, natural and open as they became one for just a moment. "Thank
you that was sweet of you to say." Marian said softly.
Jake smiled but added no words. "You said you had a question."
"Yes," Tuck paused for second making sure his question would have meaning
and not sound dumb. "So what is different about the two bids, what makes
yours more expensive?"
Jake looked at Marian, not sure how much detail to go into, the easy
answer, 'lots of things, too much for you to understand', but Marian
could not be considered dumb and perhaps sharing the differences would
make it easier for him to explain it further or better.
"Well the complexities of the quotes are vastly similar as they are based
on Sullivan's detailed engineering plan, the key difference is
insurance."
"Don't both proposals have insurance?"
"Yes, for catastrophic actions, the building burning down, and explosion
or other, but completing the building as per the detailed plans requires
immense amounts of planning and coordination, each sub heading on the
plans is scheduled to start with in a two to three day window, and when
that does not happen, it costs money. These are routine and are included
in the quote pricing, but let's say a heavy rain storm comes in at
particularly bad time for the schedule, perhaps even what was built has
to be replaced. These are not covered normally, but they can run into the
hundreds of thousands and even in some cases, millions of dollars. I
have
included an insurance to remove the high cost, share the pain, so to
speak. The Harris quote, Everett's and Jackson's proposal, negates this
option."
"I think I see. It makes sense."
Jake turned back to the game, "I think one of your girl friends is
calling you."
Tuck turned around and saw Connie urging him to come back inside the
suite.
"Not sure what she needs, but I will be back," Tuck leaned over and gave
Jake a quick easy kiss on the cheek. Jake did not even notice.
Jake had already left the conversation and had returned to the game. In
deep conversation as to the last play with the fellow to his other side.
Tuck left watching both men pointing and making guttural negative noises,
rising from their seats along with most of the other seat mates in the
entire stadium. Tuck could not be sure why all the excitement but
somebody must have scored.
"What's up Connie," Tuck said walking back into the near empty suite.
"Oh god, I am going to be sick."
"Huh what's wrong, honey?" Tuck asked reaching over to Connie and
touching her shoulder lightly.
"I don't know. I think I ate one of the shrimp, it had some sauce that
did not agree, and it's asking me for revenge. Or something is.. I have
to get out of here."
"So how can I help, hon?"
"You don't know do you?" Connie said glancing to her right at the door
leading to the side room attached to the luxury suite.
"Know what?"
Connie looked like she was going to get ill not only from the bad shrimp
but from the story she was about to share.
"What us girls are here for," she began slowly, "we are what are called
"tether girls", the guys get us to come to provide .." she paused, "I
guess you call it enjoyment."
Tuck looked lost, not understanding at all.
"Enjoyment, we suck them off, blow jobs, sex..," she held back a vomit
carefully.
"Oh, I don't think I was asked to do anything like that," Tuck said
hopefully looking out the window at Jake now standing and yelling, his
voice quite absent as the room's giant window provided separation from
the stadium noise.
"No, you weren't and Jake doesn't' take part, but us girls are paid a few
hundred dollars to fill the booth?"
"I am sorry, fill the booth?"
"Yes," she said stepping on one foot and then other. Tuck could see she
wanted the story to be finished soon. The sudden urps and burps evidence
of her sudden need to leave before it got very messy on the sculpted
carpet. "There is a booth in the next room, really a two way closet sort
of with a hole in the wall between sides. And we sit on one side and the
guys on the other and well you know the rest."
"I guess, but what do you need me to do?"
Connie paused for a second and then started again, "I need you to take my
place."
"What," the panic in Tucks voice bringing his volume up to the point of
penetration past the large window, "Do what?" his voice lowered.
"Oh come on, you can't tell me a sweet looking boy like you, as pretty as
you are, has not had a cock between those lush lips?"
"Well I..." the blush that covered his face answered the question.
"I knew it. So it's not that big a thing really, beside they are all
watching the game, it's just I am supposed to be in the booth from two
until three and I can't. You would save my life, and I will give you half
the money I make tonight, they leave tips sometimes too.
"Oh god, you're kidding."
"No, it's not that bad and sometime in an hour there is nobody, I am
pretty sure that is the case today too... Please... I just can't do it. I
have to leave."
"I don't know," Tuck looked out the window at Jake, unsure of his next
move.
Connie took Tucks hand, "All you have to do is sit. I promise." She
opened the door to other room. The two way closet took up most of the
space, in the room used largely for storage. She opened the girl's side
door. "You sit here." She said pointing to an office chair without arms.
"That's really all you have to do, just sit for an hour or less. I will
be back as soon as I can. But I have to go now."
Tuck let himself be led into the small closet space taking a seat on the
padded chair, the chair collapsed immediately dropping down until he sat
only a foot from the ground, his long legs spread out to each side.
Directly in front of him a hole appeared. The hole, about 4 inches in
diameter appeared to be more than adequate as a receptacle for its
function. In his current position, his lips were only inches away. The
booth design appeared to be flawless.
"I will be back, I am going to lock the door, so no one can see that it's
you," Connie said looking down at Tuck's awkward but ready position. "
and remember, no names it's all supposed to be secret and discreet."
Connie closed the door, the lock slid shut. The dark closet room had its
only light now coming through the open hole.
"Thank you so much," Connie said her voice fading away as she walked
quickly back to the other room.
He heard the departing footsteps and the other door opening and closing.
His legs were spread wide apart, one to each side of the small booth
touching the door and the other wall, the chairs position put the hole in
the wall just inches from his face. He had to laugh as the aspect of
discreetness could not be any farther from reality. He rubbed his thigh,
knowing quite soon he would be feeling the result of the tight confined
space. He looked at the locked door in the dim light, he hoped Connie
would return quickly.
"I am sure we have the order," Everett said his voice a bit slurred
having already downed two of the tall boiler makers. "I talked to Fred,
he said it was in the bag, even gave me the price off Jake's quote. They
are considerably higher than we are. Over 200K. So we are a shoe in."
"Fred?"
"I thought you knew. Fred Hunt, works with Sullivan, tells me he's like
number two in the organization. But I get all the inside dope on every
piece of business Sullivan puts out. At least the ones I want."
"So you actually have a rabbit inside, you're paying him too?" Jackson
looked at his boss with a different eye. "There has to be some aspect of
this being a felony, yes?"
"Not worried, it's been working for the last four years, after we
complete this project we will be included on all the big projects in the
city. It's a win win win"
Jackson lost his smile, looking at his boss, a question in his eye.
They clinked glasses, "To next Friday," Everett slurred. "You know I am
getting fucking horny too. Connie in the hooch?"
"Yeah, I guess so. She's not around, so she's probably sitting on the
chair waiting for your big cock," Jackson smiled watching his boss
stumble his way over to the door. He would definitely be the one driving
home.
Tuck heard the room's door open and close, he sat waiting patiently for
Connie to unlock the door and help him up out of the seat and out of the
closet.
"Connie, you slut, my cock needs some sweet attention. You're there sweet
thing?" Everett yelled in the general direction of the two door closet.
Tuck eyes opened wide, his mouth dropped open, he wanted to run.
"Connie, fuck slut, you there or not," Everett raised his glass and
slapped the door with his half full boiler maker.
Tuck did not know what to do. He held his breath hoping the man would
just leave.
"Fuck Connie, no games," he pounded on the side of the closet door,
"Bitch you had fucking well better be there. I fucking paid for this."
Tuck could not hold it back, he had to say something, "I am here stud."
He tried using a voice with a slightly higher pitch. "Just waiting for
you honey." He added grimacing knowing that in seconds, the door would
pound open and things would explode. He hoped he sounded at least a
little like Connie.
"Fuck'in right you better be ready, cunt. You better be ready to take a
full load of my hot cum."
Tuck could not believe anybody would ever utter such vile to a woman,
especially someone as sweet as Connie. He heard the closet door on the
other of the wall open and close.
"It's coming slut, you better be ready, no spitting either, you swallow
what you get understand?"
Tuck thought he should respond again but really did not know what to say,
finally after negating several other possible comments he spoke softly
trying his best to imitate Connie's voice. "I love the taste..." he
paused thinking his comment needed more detail, "I would never waste your
hot slime." He shook his head hoping that the voice and his words were
working.
"I just want to feel your hot lips, cunt."
Tuck thought that he held his own and the voice could be considered
acceptable especially with the volume of alcohol that man had obviously
consumed. He kept thinking he needed to add more. Tuck went through a
dozen things to say, finally deciding on, "I can't wait for your hot
seed." It sounded hundred times better in his head, he waited for the
explosion.
"Oh baby, let me feel your soft lips on my hard cock," Everett said
taking his seat on the other side, the chair scraping on the floor
getting him into position.
The hole darkened and then filled with Everett's cock. There was nothing
that could be described as hard or big. Tuck rubbed his forehead
thinking, what now. Did he need to say something again? "I love your
cock, so hard, so manly," and then added, "what a stud." Tuck shook his
head again not knowing what Connie would be saying.
"Take it girl make it yours." Everett said pushing his soft penis deep
through the hole.
Tuck heard the request, "make it mine", he had no idea what to do,
finally knowing that something had to happen, he reached out and touched
the limp penis in front of him. The penis jerked back and disappeared.
"Fuck, your hands are cold baby."
Tuck thought, yeah the blood has run out of them, not knowing what to say
about his cold fingers, he tried to purr, "Sorry honey, let me warm them
up," he said in his Connie voice
"I bet your lips are warm, soft and so good," Everett said sort of
signing the words urging his play date to proper action.
Tuck touched his lips and they definitely were warmer than his fingers
but he had no desire to test his supposed expertise on the subject that
currently occupied his attention.
"Give it a kiss sweetheart."
Tuck looked at the soft penis, maybe that's is all he would have to do
and leaned in and gave it a quick touch of his lips leaving a bit of lip
gloss on the tip. He wondered if this cock was a big as his, or how it
use to be. He reached down and patted the tiny short shorts, feeling for
even a remembrance of having a thick cock.
"Oh that was nice, give it another,, and a lick." Everett sighed.
The instructions began to build; he was not sure where they might lead.
He wondered if he could get the guy talking and maybe forget about
anything further. He reached out with his hand, now much warmer and
gently took hold of the soft cock. "So stud, are you enjoying the game?"
Tuck asked in his Connie voice.
"Fuck that's nice, your hands are so soft baby. Warmer too. Softer than I
remembered, like baby soft."
Tuck shook his head, 'yes, with all the creams and lotions I have been
using,' he imagined, 'they should feel like a babies butt, the man should
be thanking Debra'. "Thank you honey," Tuck said his Connie voice
getting
more confident. He let his fingers run over and around the soft toy,
playing with the tight little balls rubbing them between his fingers
lightly, sliding his fingers up and down the shaft. Each touch resulted
in improving the little cock in front of him, slowly getting bigger and
bigger as the attention built. "Such a stud, honey"
"Fuck girl, you have learned something new, your hands are like magic."
The compliment made Tuck smile. "Thank you sweetheart," the voice became
easier each time he tried using it, and it seemed to be accepted.
"Yeah the game is shit, couldn't care less, it's all about the contract.
We have it locked up tight." Tuck heard the words, 'contract', 'locked up
tight' and it dawned on him whose cock he had between his fingers. The
cock he was holding belonged to Jake's competition, Everett Fillmore.
"Connie do that some more and kiss it again, baby," Everett urged.
Tuck could not get over the fact he was now playing with Jake's
competitions cock.
"I said kiss it, cunt," the voice slurred but more aggressive. " Connie
don't fuck with me."
Tuck could not be found out, that would ruin everything. It would ruin
Jake, maybe even for good. "Ok baby," Tuck said slowly, "but no names..
remember." Tuck said softly trying to figure out his next move, "I just
like the feel of your ...," he thought for a second, "fat cock." He
thought the description sounded slutty enough to satisfy.
"Oh yeah,, that does feel good, but I can't wait to feel your lips taking
it deep."
Tuck said "deep" to himself, knowing exactly what the word meant. "So I
guess you are in good mood then," Tuck said in his best Connie voice,
desperately hoping for acceptance. He sat silently waiting terrified that
the next thing would be the door slamming open, dragged out by his hair,
and then Jake finding out and losing even a chance of business now and
forever and even worse, losing him forever.
"Yeah baby, could not be better, this piece of business we are getting is
close to a million dollars and with cost overruns, one point five or
more."
"Oh baby that sounds so hot when you say it like that," Tuck replied a
voice telling him that keeping Everett talking could help Jake but he had
to be careful. "So fucking powerful, your cock tells me you're so hot."
Tuck held still for a second worried he might have over played it a bit
"Oh fuck baby, yeah.. old Haygood won't know what hit him, we have such a
sweet price but the cost overruns is where the real profit is, and he
never sees it. And get this ..He's a fucking closet queen I am sure."
Tuck stopped for a second, why would he say that?
"Kiss it baby like you did before."
Tuck did not want to stop the words; each one seemed to put Everett
deeper in a hole that he had dug himself, how deep it might go rested
solely on his own ability to hang on. He leaned over and took the tip of
the soft penis just barely past his lips, holding it tightly and absently
tickling the soft head with his tongue, thinking of what to say next?
"Oh baby your lips are so soft, they seem different, better, oh god
better, but different."
Tuck thought of the injections Debra had added to his morning's
preparation, 'making them plumper and softer for your lovers,' she had
added. "I had a little work done," he sucked the head in deeper," you
like them. I did it just for you."
"Sweet cunt, I wish you were here in front of me right now."
Tuck could not let that happen and he needed to get the conversation
going again. He licked the soft head and then took it from his mouth and
held the little penis in his hand. He know Jakes had to be much bigger,
he wondered if he would enjoy this that much more if this was Jakes cock
between his lips. He smiled at the thought
"The rules Everett, remember the rules," Tuck thought that there had to
be rules for the twin closet to be valid, but he cringed, he had used his
name.
"Everett?" he asked, "Why Everett? You call me Evie, why the change now."
Tuck tried a laugh, thinking that might be what Connie might do, hoping
against hope that he had not just blown it, "Evie, I just like to make
things different, besides Everett, it's a proud name, I like to use it
sometimes, is that alright?" It was the longest sentence that Tuck had
uttered since taking a seat, he waited for an answer, playing with and
kissing the warm cock thrust through the hole.
"No, that's ok, and it is a proud name, I am glad you like it."
"Evie, I do," Tuck breathed a sigh of relief. "I am so glad you're going
to get the order, that's really fantastic, but why think of Mr. Sullivan
as a twink," he thought that the word twink might be something Connie
could say.
"Deeper hon, this is so hot, magic, just magic. He just is,, I mean did
you see the way he was talking to the pretty boy with Jake," Everett
slurred, "I had no idea that Jake was a fag, a fucking fag. Make up and
that get up, his girl friend looked like a two dollar whore."
Tuck was close to a very bad reaction considering the implications
resulting from taking bite into the soft flesh between his lips, he would
show him who was a fag, the tiny dick.
"And then the slut actually kissed Haygood, and Haygood looked like he
had been kissed by a princess. I could not believe it."
The comment made Tuck smile, he was glad that Haygood liked his little
kiss, both of them. He was not sure how to respond to the awful slurs
coming from Everett. Not knowing what to say he took the little cock by
the balls and pulled them tight and brought his mouth down and over the
whole little toy and pulling the entire cock between his lips. His nose
pressed into the prickly hairs.
"Ohhhhhhhh my god ... Oh fuck, Connie girl, that's new too, love it..
ohhhhh .. "
Tuck let the slickness wash over the tiny cock, and sliding it whole in
out and several times. But he had more he needed to know. "Oh Evie, so
wonderful I am so glad you like it, I love sucking on your baby, what a
stud." Tuck again hoped he had not stepped over the limit but the cock
continued to slip in and out, he could feel the rough hairs on his
nose... he let it pull out and then held it firmly in his hand. "I don't
want you to cum to fast, so think of something else?" Tuck's inner voice
whispered in his ear, he shared it aloud hoping to get more information
before the eventual end to the "enjoyment gathering".
"Oh god Connie all I can think of is your velvet tongue, so amazing."
"Think of business that will calm it down.. a little," Tuck laughed in
his Connie voice, "I don't know anything about big business but tell me
why are you so sure of getting the order."
"Oh sweet heart, that's not going to make him go down at all, that so
fucking great. I have a spy, you know Fred Hunter."
Tuck remembered briefly being introduced to a man earlier in the
afternoon, he was nearly sure it was a Hunter, he was sure of the first
name, "you mean Freddy," he added the 'y' to his name thinking that he
might be a past playmate of Connie."
"Yeah Fred Hunter, works for Sullivan, number two or something like that
shit, he is inside and tells me everything I need to know, prices and
problems, my secret weapon."
Tuck heard this and could not believe it being so unfair and neither
Haygood or Jake was in the know. He squeezed the cock hard pulling it and
slamming Everett into the wall, a large thump following, his anger
coming
out a bit unexpectedly
"Arrrggggg.." Everett yelled, as Tuck pulled on the cock and then
releasing his grip.
"So sorry," Tuck said though tight lips, "I thought you liked it a little
bit rough."
"Darling girl, you are a different slut this afternoon..I do like it but
not quite so hard."
Tuck only wished the baby cock could take another round, "Oh Evie, you
are such a scoundrel, such a fucking stud, you won the world today." Tuck
said softly spreading his warm spit up and down on the little play toy.
"Yeah baby, see I told you not going to make him go down. Oh one more
thing ballet, fucking ballet, what man ever loves fucking ballet. Haygood
is a secret fag. I know it."
"Oh Evie, you are so fucking..." Connie's voice disrupted by the deep
full entrance of Everett cock.
Tuck pulled the baby cock deep, swallowing the little penis down to the
balls, his soft hand playing with the tight balls tugging them to the
limit on each deep thrust. He let the little cock come free, holding it
tight between his fingers, "So manly."One more time, he thought he could
feel it growing a little bigger, "Oh yes so manly."
"Well get to sucking slut, I want to be out there for the seventh inning
stretch.
Tuck felt the push of the little cock deep into the hole and he knew that
he had to follow through. He opened his lips and let the little toy in,
grinding down till it was deep as it could go. He felt it grow somewhat
bigger, he reached up and pulled the balls in to his hand massaging them
lightly, and then pulling on them again taking the penis with his deep
acceptance, the more intense his attentions he knew the shorter the time
he would have the slimes penis between his lips. He ran his tongue around
the tip, pulled it out and then pulled it back it in, swallowing the
entire cock deep, over and over. He felt the shudder. Pulling more and
more roughly on Everett's balls, he let a finger escape and pushing back
and touched Everett's private hole, he pushed in slightly.
"Oh baby you are so good ....never before.. I am coming.. oh fuck so
hot.."
Tuck felt the first spit of warm cream wash into his mouth, it was only a
dribble, he swallowed. The cock immediately started to diminish in size,
he sucked more of the soft slime as it dribbled out, tasting the cream.
He decided each flavor was different, this one shallow, without
substance, pale, it mirrored well the personality of the man supplying
the few drops.
"Oh baby, you are the best."
"Thank you," Tuck said wiping his mouth on his sleeve, the cock slipped
out and pulled away, he leaned back.
"I can't wait till next time," Everett said. Tuck held his tongue not
adding another word, not sure if he should tell Connie anything about his
performance.
"I guess you have to stay for a bit more time, take care of another lucky
bastard," he waited for a response, "ok, see you later baby."
Tuck heard the closet door open and then shut, followed by steps across
the vinyl floor and the second door opened and shut. He waited sitting in
the dark hoping Connie would get back before another lucky bastard took
the seat opposite. He needed a drink, anything to wash out his mouth.
"So where have you been?" Jake asked as Tuck took his seat next to him.
The size difference always took his breath away, he leaned over and gave
Jake a soft kiss on the cheek, the new rules of behavior made crystal
clear earlier in the week. "Connie asked me for a favor."
"So what did she want?"
"Nothing important just girl stuff," Tuck answered hoping no more detail
would be requested. "But everything is fine now, Connie was just feeling
a bit ill but she is much better."
Jake looked at Tuck and then turned back to the game losing interest in
the folly of girl stuff and girl favors.
Tuck needed some time and a bit of research too.
Tuck said opening the app for the Internet. "Isn't the Royal Danish
Ballet out of Denmark in town this week?"
"I don't know, maybe. I think I read something about them in the paper.
Tickets are impossible though at this late date. Not really into ballet,"
Jake said really not losing his attachment to the game, but looking at
the app Tuck had opened on his cell phone.
"Not an issue I think I can get tickets."
"Really? Can you find someone else to go with," he said looking at a
Tuck, "really not my thing."
Tuck laughed, "That's good, they are not for you, there for Haygood."
"Oh really, he's into ballet, never would have figured that," the
conversation interrupted momentarily as he stood and shouted some loud
cheer, along with several thousand other people, he sat back to his
seat, "Ballet, huh?"
Tuck changed his phone in to the call mode and hit the call button,
instantly connecting him to Mrs. Getty.
"Hi Mrs. Getty, I hope I am not disturbing your day in any way."
"No dear, not at all. Are you enjoying the baseball game?"
"Lots of fun, yes," Tuck added looking over at Jake giving a high five to
several of the suite guests to include Haygood.
"Wonderful, dear. Susan told me of the cute outfit she got for the game.
Take a picture for me."
"My pleasure, Mrs. Getty."
"How can I be of assistance to you sweet boy?"
Tuck blushed. "Do you know Haygood Sullivan?"
"Why yes I do, lovely gentleman and his wife Silvia and I are friends, we
have a play date I think next week. A number of old friends, I have
arranged for a high tea, with all the goodies, cucumber sandwiches,
pastries and more, you will have to come."
"Mrs. Getty how kind, but no, I would just be in the way."
"Nonsense, it's decided. You will, I will let Susan know of the special
day. It will be wonderful having you on my arm." Tuck could tell the
discussion had ended, he just wondered what Debra would have for him to
wear. "But you met Haygood, wonderful. So was he entranced, I bet he
wanted to steal you five minutes after meeting you, I am not mistaken, am
I," she laughed.
"Yes in fact he did," Tuck giggled still thinking of the compliment that
Haygood had shared.
"More money I am sure, how much more, dear"
"Mrs. Getty that's not important. I told him I was very happy where I was
and I had such great support."
"And love you to dear." she said quite softly, "but tell me how much
dear, he's always about money and I have lost too many to that wolf."
Tuck smiled knowing that no money was actually stated, "He just said
double whatever I was making."
"The stinker, not even a number. We