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SAMMY I had to keep pinching myself to make sure the relationship that was developing with Joe was not just a big fantasy dream. We moved from casually knowing each other, to great sex, to a business and personal friendship, and to a caring early partnership. We privately expressed our love for each other before the Labor Day weekend arrived. Dad was genuinely excited when I suggested a re-match of the father-son golf outing at the club between the Jenrette and McDonald men the Fri
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After a full day of interviews with Bill on Thursday, the Chicago Tribune reporter and photographer met me around 10:00 a.m. Friday at home. Rosie and her sister had spent the entire previous day grooming the coach house. The reporter, Cheryl Lavin, was an experienced writer in ‘features’. She, along with the photographer, probed and challenged me in a non-threatening way. At their request, I dressed in contemporary, casual, fall fashions provided from Barney’s New York on Oak Street. ‘W
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I quickly dressed, kissed the sleeping, wounded prince goodbye, and returned to Astor Street. It was only 6:30 a.m. when I entered my quiet home: quiet except for the scampering of the anxious Aby to greet my arrival. A leisurely shower and shave was the first order for the day before I treated myself to scrambled eggs and toast, bypassing the usual banana and cereal. Mr. Charley was happy with his usual cat grub. After the two-stage physical experience with Bill last night, I was very sati
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Putting the clothes bag containing two suits, shirts and ties in the trunk next to Bill’s items, I got into the limo dressed in a tee and jeans. As I told Bill, we were going to be a perishable commodity that would have to be freshened throughout the day. As the chauffeur navigated over to the Congress Expressway, I said, “Did you get any sleep?” “Shit, Jerry, are you serious? I’m on overdrive from yesterday. I hope the makeup guy knows his stuff.” “I hear you.” Reaching ove
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JERRY I slowly opened my eyes to survey the surroundings, as morning light flooded into the hi-rise bedroom. Bill was awake, lying still on his back, staring at me on my stomach and my nearest hand on his crotch. “Morning, babe. Have you been awake long?” I noticed the clock indicated 6:15. “For a while. I got up for a morning pee. Lying here like a stiff board is not too comfortable. But having a warm hand wrapped around my dick almost makes up for it,” he said with a laugh. I sta
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JERRY We arrived at the austere, black, federal office tower in Margie’s Escalade at 1:25 p.m., driven by her personal assistant. Walking into the lobby, I spotted Joe Jenrette by the elevator bank. I had asked him earlier to meet us for client support. As we all greeted each other briefly before getting in an elevator, I noticed Sammy perk up with the added company. I was flabbergasted at the activity in and out of the large meeting room when the elevator doors opened on the fourt
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JERRY Dad arrived around 8:30 p.m. and immediately reviewed Bill’s charts. Shortly thereafter, an informal family coffee klatch assembled in the staff dining area. Mom had been alerted on her way home from Pres-St. Luke’s. She arrived shortly after Dad. “Jerry, your friend Bill is very lucky,” Dad summarized. “The bullet grazed the muscle tissue. One inch to the left and he would have experienced serious bone and artery damage. He’ll be sore as hell for a while. They’ll write some
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JERRY I had been looking forward to that month’s Friday dinner with Steve and Allen. They were very happy that I was bringing Bill, when I confidentially mentioned he was my new boyfriend. But I asked the guys to be quiet about the news, in that I wasn’t ready to announce this officially. Tuesday morning, after the evening meeting, we were back in client-consultant mode. Bill called and asked me to start a search for three executives that we both knew would be gone soon. ”Unless yo
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JERRY The next two weeks accelerated to warp speed. The Monday planning lunch at the Union League Club went well. I alerted Mr. McDonald and Bill that we wanted to concentrate on an early review and inspection of accounting and the controller’s office. I requested permission to connect the company computers to a modem port that would give our accounting team access 24/7. We also requested internal access to American Foundry’s email system. It was agreed that our technicians would accompli
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SAMMY Dinner wrapped up around 9:00 p.m. After thanking Jerry and saying our goodbyes, Joe and I departed. I swore that Jerry gave me a knowing wink when he walked us to the door. Driving west on the quiet Sunday evening streets, we arrived at the Eugenie Street condo in minutes. Finding an available parking space near Joe’s building, I said, “If this is too late for you, I’ll understand.” He looked into my eyes and replied, “Sammy, its definitely not too late.” He leaned over and
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JERRY Sunday morning was predictable. Knowing Dad had a tee time at the club, we were all up early. The five of us took advantage of Mom’s love for cooking. For an Irish Catholic, she made mean latkes, with homemade, cinnamon-laced applesauce and sour cream for condiments that would make Grandma Franklin proud. The ham, spinach and mushroom omelet was anti-climatic. Clearing the table, Mom volunteered to make espresso, knowing my weakness for high-octane caffeine. “Nothing like get
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Returning home, I fed Mr. Charley and popped open a beer before calling Mom. “ Mom, I’m back.” ~~~”Hello, dear. I want to hear all about the weekend.” “The party was fantastic. Ben had ‘21’ pull out all the stops.” I gave her a very complete verbal picture of the evening. Mom loved entertaining. ~~~”You haven’t mentioned Matt. How is he doing back there?” “Apparently pretty well. We broke up Friday night.” Might as well get this out of the way fast and dirty.
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I got back to the house just before noon. The baggage retrieval was very slow at O’Hare. American Airlines seemed to be in constant remodeling mode and the lower level baggage area was completely torn up. Mr. Charley was pissed. No other way to describe it. He had enough food, water, and kitty litter space for a long weekend. What he didn’t have was human contact. Abyssinians failed the typical cat aloofness test. They love humans; creatures who will take care of them and return the love.
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NOVEL. In the high-powered Chicago business world, we follow the life of a young successful executive - Jerry Franklin. Although a superstar in his company, the long term relationship with his lover is falling apart. A chance meeting with a younger guy is a catalyst to new love and unexpected challenges in business for Jerry.
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The American Airlines 757 left O’Hare on time at 5:15 pm. I hated the Friday early evening commute crowd returning to New York. It was almost like they were re-awakening their snarled, hostile demeanor and defenses to create a game face for a return to the Big Apple. Most people thought Chicago was a small New York. Wrong. Chicago was like a very large Kansas City. No one could match the warm openness of a Midwesterner. Matt had booked me into the Omni Berkshire Place at 52nd and Madison
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The next two weeks flew by. Martin Consulting - Chicago won two big contracts that would put billings 30% ahead of last year. Ben and the New York hierarchy were very pleased. With a significant bonus, the Jerry Franklin retirement account would be well fed for another year. Irene kept my business life organized. As the keeper of the gate for the past year, she was a very thorough and efficient executive assistant and office manager. Not only did she have a respected rapport with all the
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JERRY Saturday morning was a continuation of surprises between us. It was amazing how our two torsos fit together so well, and the snuggling was great. After some shifting around, we found the best position was the classic spoon, with his cute, warm butt wedged into my crotch. I naturally wrapped an arm around his waist while he held my forearm. The furry, little Abyssinian alarm clock announced the new day by resting next to our heads and running the familiar growling purr while p
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I reached over to the nightstand and pointed at the drawer. We kept a supply of condoms for friends who would stay overnight with someone new. Sammy reached over and grabbed a condom pack and AstroGlide. He gave me the lube, tore open the condom package, and smiled. “Pink?” he asked, holding the pale pink rubber, while laughing. “Hey, I’m colorblind. Okay?” I joined in with the laugh. Opening the bottle, I dribbled a little lube on my cock and coated it. After he rolled the rubber on me,
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JERRY 7:30 a.m. Friday and the desk phone was ringing. Setting down the coffee, I reached for the receiver and answered before the third blast. “Jerry Franklin speaking.” I knew from caller I.D. that it was the New York home office and my old roommate from Wharton calling. Ben Martin was also my boss. ~~~ “Hey, Jer, how’s the week been?” He was always anxious to get positive numbers…fast. My Chicago operation generated good revenues for Martin Consulting. I was a partner in the com
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Drew was busily making small talk with the guests when he heard Bob calling his name. There was a retrained urgency in the tone. He turned and saw his partner standing just outside the kitchen, holding up a phone and beckoning in a frantic motion. He excused himself and walked to the house in long strides. “Here he is,” Bob said into the phone. He handed the receiver to Drew and shook his head. “Nick…with bad news.” “Nick…it’s Drew. What’s wrong?” He stepped inside, closed t
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Cray had seen Henry, his first serious buddy with benefits, only twice over the past couple of years; when Henry visited his brother Spike during summer vacations. The teens formed an easy alliance as good pals – minus the sex – and their friendship wasn’t awkward. When horny Henry had been raring to romp again during his first return trip to Las Vegas, Cray nixed the idea, however tempting, and remained loyal to his high school boyfriend Michael. Henry shrugged off the refusal with a ‘don’t-bla
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O One cold slice of Giovanni’s Supreme sat deserted and unwanted in the delivery box. ‘The Gamble Boys’, as Spike had jokingly tagged Jack and Cray, and the ‘son-in-law’ sat around the dining room table finishing their beers and Diet Coke. Jack was impressed that his son honored the one-beer rule because he was driving. They had left Jack’s truck at the house and Cray drove them to the condo. On the way over, Jack had recalled a rock song by Thin Lizzy he used to love as a kid, way b
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Cray had begged for it, in a role-playing husky voice, and Spike masterfully delivered – twice, in fact – with an impromptu ‘flip-flop’ sandwiched in between. A tinge of soreness was a reminder of their recent sexual acrobatics. Cray lay on his back next to his sleeping partner who was on his stomach with the top sheet kicked aside. He was waiting for the last possible moment to get out of bed because, among other things, Cray needed deflation time for his morning woodie. ‘Wonder if use it or lo
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While Cray finished showering, Spike checked out the Economist website on his laptop in the living room. He’d cleaned up earlier and was dressed in a variation of the usual dude-in-the-desert look: a bright orange AE tee, cargo shorts and flip-flops. His fingers kept busy moving around the various business Internet editions – including the WSJ, Bloomberg Report and The Financial Times – to maintain a pulse on the continuing eruptive changes in the world economy. Although he was now busy c
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The next several moments were a blur for Jack. Stunned. Shocked. Inadequate. Overwhelmed. Shuffling. Movement. In his mind, images of Cray flashed by like a Flickr photo slideshow. The baby in diapers – with the wife from hell conveniently edited out – grinning with full-fledged innocence; the four-year old boy happily splashing in the park wading pool; the eight-year old Cub Scout sitting in a tent; the ten-year old lad proudly posing with Jack. Precious memories…and then a slow fade to
