I staggered into the bathroom with my
eyes barely open and even rebelling at that modest effort. Somehow
I found the toilet, lifted the lid aimed my cock and began to
piss. Halfway through, Michael wrapped his arms around my waist
from behind and laid his head on my shoulder.
His voice was thick with sleep and his
chest warm against my back. "Want me to hold your dick?"
"Nope, you'll make me pee on my foot."
There was something comforting about the sound of the heavy
steam of urine hitting the water.
I turned my head slightly and kissed Michael's
head. He seemed dead asleep but then mumbled. "How come we're
up so early?"
I was fighting to keep my eyes open. "Dunno.
"How," I yawned and shuddered, "how early is it?"
"Like five." He tightened his grip around
my waist until I grunted. "What woke you up?"
I was too tired to move so we just stood
there, me with my dick in my hand leaning back against Michael
who was leaning forward against me. "Phone...................think
that I thought I heard the phone..............I dunno..........maybe
Michael snuggled his chin into my neck
and mumbled. "We ever movin off this spot?"
I squeezed my eyes shut and then forced
them open. "Shower.........we could do that."
He kissed the side of my neck and muttered.
"S'all the way over there."
My eyes were closing. "Five feet, Michael,
just five feet.............I know that we can do this."
We kinda duckwalked over to the shower
and I leaned forward and turned it on. The shower is automatically
set to 101 degrees and then rises slowly to 103.
"Ohhhhh fuck!" Michael leaned against
the shower wall and let the hot water wash over him. His hair
looked almost black when wet and his hazel eyes were flashing.
"That feels fucking wonderful!"
I put my hands on either side of his head
and leaned in and kissed him. "You feel fucking wonderful."
Michael's hands were holding my butt and then his fingers were
playing with my asshole.
"Hmmmmmm, feels good but what about you
being a confirmed bottom?" I leaned forward and kissed his nose
as the water pounded against us.
"Well........your dick in my ass is my
favorite thing but.......well........you have a really great
I started kissing my way down Michael's
jawline to the spot right under his right ear. "I think that
I need you in me............but go slow."
He got a little boy gleam in his eyes
and the next thing that I knew he was fucking me. He was gentle
and slow and sensuous and it felt soooooo good. I shot up against
the tile wall a few seconds after I felt Michael's contractions
that pumped his semen into my ass.
"What should I wear with this suit? Burgundy
tie?" He was standing in our bedroom wearing just the pants
of a charcoal gray suit. The pants were open and I could just
see the top line of his dark pubic hair and then through the
thin fabric the bulge of his cock.
I handed him a mug of steaming hot coffee.
"Blue shirt, gold tie." I smiled and shook my head slowly. "You
just do that cause ya know that I'll be thinking about it all
He said. "Whadya mean?" Then he smiled.
"You know exactly what I mean. Before
you met me I bet you never in your whole life went to work without
Michael walked over to me and laid his
arms on my shoulders and snuggled my neck and whispered in my
ear. "Sometimes when I'm sitting at my desk I start thinking
about how my cock and balls feel crushed between my leg and
the fabric of this suit and then I think about how much I'd
love to have you fucking me at that very moment. To feel your
balls slapping my ass."
I leaned my head against his and sighed.
"You're killing me, Michael."
"He turned his head and kissed the side
of my neck. "Eeeeeze my job!" He laughed and then rubbed his
forehead against mine. "I'm suppose to keep you horny." He pulled
his head back and his eyes were glistening. He spoke softly.
"I don't want you forgetting how much I love you."
I pulled on a pair of slacks and leaned
over and kissed him. "Could I interest you in some breakfast?"
Michael slid his hands down the front
of my pants and grabbed my cock through the material. "You could
interest me in some cock."
"No, I think that you've already had your
share of that, at least for this morning. But let's go downstairs
and have something to eat."
I love seeing Michael all dressed in the
morning, looking like a new penny with his crisp white shirts
and his beautiful hair all perfectly in place. He's such a perfect
male, handsome and smart and zero attitude. When I look at his
hard butt as he's pouring us both coffee I'm overwhelmed once
again by the thought that he's mine. I love every part of him,
every mood, from the elation of completing a complicated legal
brief, to the tears that fill his eyes when we're watching a
sad movie. They're all part of the man that is Michael, the
man who's handing me my morning coffee.
"Gonna be a bitch today! Your buddy Joe
is going to be sitting in on my presentation to a client today.
Like I wouldn't be nervous enough."
"That was what you were working on last
"Yeah, it started out being a fairly straightforward
purchase of this small company. It was gonna be for cash, which
simplifies things, and it all was gonna be just...........well,
tidy. But now their accountant has told them to set it up as
a limited partnership with them as the general partner and while
that's certainly not unusual they've never done it before so
I'm gonna get like a million questions."
Minutes later I was kissing him goodbye.
I kissed him and then pressed my face to his, his eyelashes
fluttering against my cheek.
I was dressed and even in my top coat and was just finishing
my last cup off coffee when the long black limo pulled into
my driveway. It was ours. Well, anyway, it belonged to the company.
I never used it and couldn't even remember the last time that
I had been in it. The driver, Paul, was an excon. Paul had gone
to jail for being a bad boy with a baseball bat. Rosie said
that he was a professional driver, like in getaway cars but
that since he'd found Jesus he was perfect for me because of
the unlikely event that someone might try to nab me. Frankly,
I chalked it up to Rosie owing someone a favor and I'd learned
long ago not to mess with Rosie's web.
I was about to open the front door and
yell to Paul asking him what he was doing here when my cell
It was Rosie. "Now Boss I want you to
get a grip! Just try to stay calm."
I knew that tone and my body went rigid.
"Michael had an accident." Her voice was
"Tell me!! Tell me all of it!!" Not Michael!!!
Not that innocent man!! Take me! Take fucking me! I'm guilty
of fucking everything!
"He's hurt bad, Boss but they've taken
him to the hospital. I sent the limo cause you sure shouldn't
be drivin. You just let Paul take care a you. Okay? Just let
Paul do it."
I opened the front door while talking
to Rosie and Paul stepped in and picked up my briefcase sitting
by the front door. I was leaning against the wall and staring
at the floor. I looked down at my hand and saw that the phone
was turned off.
Oh fucking Jeff! Get it fucking together!
Act! Paul touched my arm. "We should go now, Sir." I let my
self be put into the back seat of the limo and then I seemed
to click into gear.
"How fast can we get to the hospital?"
Paul started to answer but I dumped a
handful of cash onto the front seat of the car. "Make it faster."
The car leapt forward.
I grabbed the car phone and pushed the
button for Rosie. "Okay, I got a grip, now tell me."
Rosie said. "He was turning onto the highway
just south of Madison, the other guy just plowed into him. Broken
left leg, broken left arm, broken ribs, skull fracture and something
with his heart, that's the bad one. It's the bad one cause we
don't know exactly what's wrong."
"Who's on it, Rosie?"
"Everybody, Boss. I got somebody at the
hospital and they just told me they finished setting his arm
and leg but they want him to recover a bit before they do anything
with the heart."
"Find the best, Rosie. Get em here. Call
whoever ya gotta call but get em.
The sheet felt cool against my face, cool
and slightly stiff with starch. I was sitting in a chair next
to Michael's bed in the ICU, the fingers of his right hand were
intertwined with mine. His hand was warm but unmoving, still.
I didn't open my eyes but turned my head and kissed his fingers.
When I looked up I could see Rosie three
panes of glass away yelling at somebody. She had a way of strutting
and tossing her head as she talked. Somebody was getting a tongue
lashing. Rosie liked people to do as she asked.
He looked dead. That was the problem.
Not the reality but just the way he looked. Sometimes we can
know a thing for sure, no doubts at all but somehow it looks
different and it's the looks we believe, deep down anyway.
Broken leg, broken arm, broken ribs, the
whole head thing, concussion I guess and then the heart thing.
I know that it's not sane but I kept thinking. "He's only got
a thirty inch waist, he's tiny! How the fuck do you expect him
to deal with all that? Huh, God? Just how's he suppose to heal
all that shit?" I felt a tear run down my face. It went all
the way down my cheek over my jaw down my neck and into the
collar of my shirt.
On the far side of the room, on the wall,
was a crucifix. Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe a bribe
was possible. I'd build a church! No! A cathedral! The biggest
fucking cathedral that the whole fucking world had ever seen!
What's the catch you say? Well, God, I just want you to deal
with this little matter of healing Michael. Nothing for you!
A snap of the fingers! Just point at him and say, "Rise!" Simple!
You did basically the same thing in the Sistine Chapel. Okay,
okay, so you got a really nice mural outtta that. I can do that!
I've got money, God! Pope Gregory has nothing on me!
The coma was freaking me out. Okay, maybe
it wasn't technically a coma. I don't really know what a coma
is but he wasn't waking up. Well we would wake up for like seconds
but then his eyes would close like it was all more than he could
deal with and he'd be gone for hours. Fucking hours!
Suddenly I heard. "Water." In this rigid,
filtered little voice that sounded like it was coming from somewhere
Suddenly the room was filled with nurses
and doctors and I got pushed outta the way. I've never felt
so tired as I walked over to the wall and slumped against it.
"Boss?" It was Rosie touching my arm.
"I got the info, Boss."