by Duncan More
“I like the idea and we definitely need to update if we are to move forward, but I think the cost is prohibitive. But as I said, we need to progress, so I will vote yes with the proviso that Mr. Evans here do his best to negotiate us a better price. I am impressed with his skill in negotiating what is best for our bank.”
“I promise you, ma’am, that I will try my darndest. On that I give you my word.”
It was nearly four o’clock when the security guard unlocked the outer door to let the board members out. “Tomorrow at six,” Mr. Fredericks turned and said to Dillon.
“Yes, sir. I just have a few things to do in my office. I want to call Mrs. Williams and have her contact our new loan holders with the news. It will save them a few days of worry, and she has such good rapport with them. Official notification won’t be mailed till Monday and they won’t get the news until Wednesday. Just proving we are not only the friendly bank, but also a considerate bank. I’m sure Eugene won’t mind waiting a few more minutes for me.”
“Very good. Until tomorrow.”
Chapter Thirteen
“All right. Help me. How casual is casual around here?” Dillon asked as he got in the car. “Back home it would still mean shirt and tie. The jacket was needed for church, but casual meant just a little less like going to Bible Study. At the college it meant cut-offs and a t-shirt and sandals.”
“I’d say somewhere in between – nice slacks, buttoned shirt, socks, shoes neatly shined, unless it’s a friend who says casual – then it’s jeans and a pull-over shirt like what everyone wears at Wayne’s.”
“But this is our boss and a judge.”
“I know. I think I’d go with your Bible Study look. We can always take the tie off and unbutton the collar.”
They were showered and dressed and sitting on the porch fifteen minutes early. They watched the limo pull up in front of the house and descended the steps. Hernando stepped out of the car to open the door for them. He was dressed in a cut-off sweatshirt and shorts. “Mr. Evans. Mr. Dillon, I presume.”
“Yes.”
“Excuse me if I may seem a little bold,” Hernando said as he studied Dillon’s body with lustful eyes. “I think you guys are a little overdressed for tonight. When I left, the judge had just dressed for the evening in his swim trunks and a Hawaiian printed shirt. I think they are planning some swimming later. This is a casual evening. They even invited me to join them. Only thing I can’t have is a third drink since I’m driving you back.”
“Oh, okay,” Eugene said. “We’ll be right back.” They dashed into the house and changed into something more appropriate for the evening and hurried back to the car.
If Hernando liked Dillon’s body totally clothed, he was feasting his eyes on the sight in the rearview mirror all the way home. Dillon’s shorts/swimming attire covered himself but hid nothing. Hernando had half an erection even long he drove the car up the circular driveway to the house. He definitely had a fantasy in his mind for a little self-manipulation later some night. The things he wanted to do with that body; the things he imagined doing with that body. He tooted the horn twice as was his custom when he was delivering guests for some function. He hurried to help the boys exit the vehicle. He made no effort to hide his arousal as he opened the door for Dillon and Eugene, hoping they might notice it and realize they were the cause of it. He extended his hand and assisted Eugene from the back seat. He waited for Dillon to slide across the seat. He gave him a much stronger grip and managed not too subtly to move their joined hands across his crotch, but did nothing further. He escorted them to the house to present them to their hosts, who came out on the porch to greet them.
Introductions were made. The judge was nothing like Dillon had envisioned him to be. He was short and rather round. He had a triangular head which was made more pronounced by a grey goatee. In his estimation, the judge was in his mid-to-late fifties and several years older than Mr. Fredericks. Definitely not the kind of man he had figured would capture the heart of a bank president, but obviously twenty-seven years earlier he had. He tried vainly to imagine what they looked like a quarter-century earlier but couldn’t. Standing together, the disparity in height almost reminded him of Laurel and Hardy – tall and lean vs. medium and more rotund.
While Mr. Fredericks was quite strait-laced at the bank, this home did not reflect it. There were marble statues of nude males on pedestals placed throughout the downstairs. Classy oil paintings of endowed young men adorned the various walls. As he glanced around the interior, Eugene began wondering if, as in The Birdcage, the plates would show men united in various sexual positions.
“It’s such a beautiful day today that I really couldn’t see us trapped inside the house, so we will be eating poolside. Doug, how about you, Eugene, and Hernando head out to the deck? Dillon, I believe your weapon of choice is tequila. Would you give me a hand? We can make tequila sunsets for six.”
“Six?”
“Yes, we told Hernando to invite someone who should be here soon. When I make lasagna, I make enough to feed a small army, and I hate leftovers.”
“Excuse me, sir, but how do I address you? What is considered proper?”
“Depends where we are. In public, Your Honor or Judge Bachstein is proper. Here you are a guest, so it’s Donald or Don. Anything but Donnie. So how do you like the bank?”
“Really enjoying it. Nice people for the most part.”
“For the most part? What do you mean?”
“One of the employees doesn’t like me. I hear he called you and said Mr. Fredericks screwed me.”
“Yes, Doug told me. I knew that wasn’t true.” He filled the tulip glasses with ice. “But you have to admit he gives good head. He gets a young, virile, good-looking guy like you around and can’t help himself. He has to please the guy’s cock – suck him till he shoots. Then a few weeks later, he lets the guy go and hires a replacement. Usually a teller. Guess he really likes Eugene. First time he didn’t fire someone after sucking him off. Eugene must have a really nice dick. Thought maybe later you could tell me if I suck better than Doug.”
“Couldn’t ever do that,” Dillon said as he watched Dan measure ample amounts of tequila into the glasses. “Eugene is the only guy I have ever been with. Mr. Fredericks has never even hinted at wanting sex. And long before I met him, Eugene told me that Mr. Fredericks never showed any sexual interest in him – just an offer of friendship and a job with no strings attached.”
“But you would consider sex with Doug if your job depended on it. You’d willingly let him suck your dick, wouldn’t you?”
“No. Don’t think I would even let that thought cross my mind. I may be new to this sex with a guy thing, but I know Eugene is the only one. I like what we have and don’t need to go explore and see if there is someone or something better. He makes me happy and contented.”
“I know. Just as Doug does with me.” He added the orange juice to the mix. “I trust him completely but I had to see your motives. I like you; you seem quite an honorable man, as well as being pleasing to the eye. Hand me the blackberry brandy, please. Just a little swirl around the top and we are all ready. I hope you watched how to make these. I always make the first ones. After that, the guests take over. I’ll let you be in charge of these.”
Dillon followed Dan poolside and distributed five cocktails, leaving the sixth on the little table next to Hernando. Dan raised his glass – “A toast to a pleasant evening, and a delicious dinner and new friends. Salud!” They sipped and Dillon liked the taste. Much nicer than his usual straight shots or mixed with plain orange juice.
“You know, you two are the first employees we’ve ever had here individually. Usually just the Christmas party for both our staffs. That in itself is strange, for we both like hanging with younger people – sort of keeps us in touch with your generation, the things that are important to you, that sort of thing. Eugene, I heard you perform as Gia, I believe. How long?”
“Oh god, ages. I was always in school pl
ays, even in elementary school. Then a friend of mine did a Judy and Liza performance in our high school talent competition and the audience loved it. I’ve been hooked on performing ever since. First Halloween I was in town, I went to Wayne’s Wild West Way Station as Liza and they asked me if I could perform. That was like giving an AA member his first cocktail. I was hooked again.”
“Sometime Doug and I will have to come and see you perform.”
Before he could continue, a car pulled into the driveway and shortly the gate to the pool opened. “Gentlemen, sorry to be late. Spent longer at the nursing home with my aunt than I expected, but I couldn’t just cut her off and abruptly leave. She’s the only family I have left.”
“No problem, Dino, although I’ll bet Hernando was getting a little anxious,” Mr. Fredericks said.
“Me? No way!” Hernando rose from his lounge chair and gave Dino a rather perfunctory kiss and a hug. “Here. Have a cocktail and catch up.” He introduced Dino to Dillon and Eugene.
“I know you. I saw you both doing karaoke a few weeks ago.” He looked at Dillon, “You were the guy who sang about having a baby boy or girl.”
“You sing?” Don asked.
“Oh, he has a beautiful voice. Anyone who would follow him at karaoke would sound like a frog in comparison,” Dino emphatically stated.
“What song?”
“‘Soliloquy’. From Carousel,” Eugene explained.
“Small world. I played Billy Bigelow in my college days. Love doing that song. Changed the audience’s whole attitude about the character.” He started singing, ‘I wonder what he’ll think of me/I guess he’ll call me the old man. I bet he’ll think I can lick every other fella’s father – well, come on, I’m not going to do this alone.” By the time they hit the ending they had formed a better friendship, and nearby neighbors would be applauding if there were any. “Bravo, young man, bravo! Maybe later, after dining and swimming, we can gather around the piano. Doug is quite the pianist, you know.”
“Stop bragging,” Doug said. “They came here to eat. Hernando, there are six salads in the refrigerator. Would you and Dino bring them out? Choices are bleu cheese or French. And guys, don’t be more than five minutes, and please don’t come out with boners in your shorts. I’m out of nitro pills.”
They all laughed.
They moved to the picnic table and raised the umbrella to give them more room. Don cued some classical dining music and they waited for the salads to arrive. Eventually they did, served by two guys who didn’t sport erections but had greatly plumped their flopping cocks. No one commented.
“Excuse me, Don. I am curious. What kind of cases do you preside over?”
“Mostly I like juvenile or domestic, but I’ve been called on to handle criminal as well. I started out as a juvenile defender and then I partnered in a firm in Scranton that dealt mostly with divorce.”
“Just curious,” Dino asked. “Any of your rulings ever been reversed?”
“No. Two cases were appealed but my rulings stood.”
Don cleared the salads and quickly returned with the lasagna and a spatula. While Doug serves, let me get the French bread. They dined and complimented the taste, although Eugene silently felt that the sauce needed more basil and definitely more sugar to cut the acid of the tomatoes. He’d make his version for Dillon in a week.
“Dillon, you want to make us some fresh cocktails, please?” Don asked.
Doug said, “I’ll have mine in the pool. Always enjoy a swim after eating?”
“Don’t you wait an hour? Avoid stomach cramps?” Eugene asked.
“Sorry – that’s an old wife’s tale; and as an old wife, I know one when I hear one. As a teen I never listened to my mother’s warning and never got a cramp. Haven’t yet – forty-two years later. Come on, everyone.”
He rose from the table and headed to the steps of the pool.
“I can’t,” Dino announced. “I didn’t bring a suit.”
“So strip. Suits are optional. If you want to feel more comfortable, here.” Doug returned to the table, stripped off his suit, and proceeded naked into the water. “This is really how I enjoy this pool anyhow.”
Hernando and Dino stripped and revealed what had been plumped pricks before were now back to normal. Eugene felt a little uncomfortable getting naked in front of his boss and having his boss naked in front of him. He may be graying on the top and some grey in his chest hair, but the crotch was still completely forested in black. He was more surprised when Dan stripped, revealing a very wrinkled endowment that seemed extraordinarily wide. Thinking that it was at full glory, he couldn’t think of ever having that in his ass. True, he had dated some very hung guys in the past, but this was definitely beyond what they had offered.
He felt, however, that when in Rome… He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his shorts, and was removing his swimsuit when Dillon brought the drinks out. “Time to get buck naked, honey.”
“If you say so.” Dillon was not anxious, but if this is what Eugene wanted, he would do it. He was a little self-conscious, only having been naked with guys back in high school gym showers, not that he was ashamed of what he had. He knew he was better than most, except for Bill at the dinner party with Larry. He set the drinks on the table and stripped. Then he delivered the drinks to the edge of the pool where the swimmers could enjoy them.
He was completely unaware that Hernando was staring at him and internally drooling, enjoying the sight of nice nipples, a six-pack, and the cock he had fantasized about earlier in the car. Doug was doing his customary laps as Hernando and Dino moved to the edge of the pool and took a sip of the fresh cocktail. Dillon went to the diving board and jack-knifed into the water while Eugene just jumped in and swam across the pool underwater. He found that the water was warm and refreshing. The judge just waded shoulder-deep to the edge and picked up his drink as he watched Dan finish his laps. He wasn’t the swimmer of the pair; he just enjoyed the water surrounding his body, dunking his head periodically.
When Dan joined Doug for cocktails, the other four continued playing in the water, splashing each other, dunking each other, and racing each other. Eventually Hernando swam to the edge of the pool and sat on the edge with his lower legs dangling in the water. Dino swam to him and folded his arms on Hernando’s thighs. Hernando handed Dino his cocktail and sipped his own. Eugene was floating on his back in the middle of the pool when Dillon came behind him and held him horizontally in his arms.
“Why don’t you suck me a little?” Hernando whispered to Dino. “Give me a hint of us later.” He spread his legs wider and Dino took the bait. He loved servicing this cock, any time Hernando wanted him to. Right now it would not be a full-service blowjob – just enough to get the blood flowing and provide them both some pleasure. He had done it before here in the judge’s pool. He thought Hernando’s bosses sort of got off watching him please Hernando.
His action did not go unnoticed. Dillon leaned forward and gave Eugene a loving kiss as he held his body in the middle of the pool. It was at that moment Hernando made his mind up he would sometime in the near future make his move on Dillon. In a relationship or not, Dillon would be his for a night. He wanted those lips kissing his, that cock sliding in and out of his mouth as he sucked it to explosion. There was a batch of man-cream he intended sometime to savor all by himself. Maybe a threesome if it had to be, or even a foursome with Dino. But definitely he would get sex with Dillon somehow. He definitely wanted to tease those nipples, run his tongue over those abs, suck that meaty dick and maybe enjoy those round firm buns. But for now, there was Dino pleasing his dick and it would have to do.
“Well, it’s starting to get dark. Shall we dry off and go inside?” Don suddenly announced.
He exited the pool and Eugene noticed that what had been shriveled was now fully extended. Obviously the judge did enjoy what Dino and Hernando were doing, unless Don’s hand had been busy underwater manipulating it. “Just dry off, grab your clothes, and we’ll go in. I’d
love to hear more of your voice, Dillon.”
“And Eugene’s, too. He’s quite a singer as well,” Dino added.
“Sounds like a nice way to end the evening,” Doug said.
They dried and entered the house. “The piano’s in the music room. Follow me.” They trailed Dan down a hallway and he opened a room housing a baby grand, piles of sheet music, a vintage floor model radio and a wind-up record player surrounded by heavy plastic records in a size he had never seen before.
Again there were nude oil paintings on the wall. “Did the same guy do all these paintings?” Dillon asked.
“Yes… Renaldo Abbott. He was my first love. We met in grad school way back when. Of course, he was just plain Ronnie back then and I was his Donnie. That portrait over there on the left. That’s me, way back when.”
“Wow!” Eugene said.
“Yep. Thirty years and fifty pounds ago. Jet black hair and all. Next to it is your boss. Ronnie made it from an old picture for our tenth anniversary.” Again Eugene was impressed by the body. Young, firm, vibrant, virile.
“And these others?”
“Guys we have met through the years. I’ve told them how handsome they looked and they agreed to pose for a picture. No strings attached – other than a fantasy on my part or Don’s. For a price Renaldo will make a beautiful painting for us and a smaller one for the model.”
“Okay. I’m ready. We have a little tradition when I play for guests. We do a duet. It’s the only song Don can play. I hope you guys know the words and sing along. If not, you’ll catch on fast.” They started playing “Heart and Soul” with Don doing the vocals. Soon they found others the five men could sing to.