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The Inlet
Chapter 6
When Andrew and Kyle arrived at Freddie's restaurant, they checked in with Kim at the front reception desk. Scott was already there. He was seated at the bar sipping a scotch and soda. They sauntered over to the bar to join him. Before Kyle could even introduce Andrew, Scott said, "Christ Kyle, why didn't you tell me how good looking your main squeeze is? Hell, I don't stand a chance."
"My only squeeze," Kyle corrected him.
"Whatever, it's nice to meet you, Andrew." Scott stuck out his hand to shake Andrew's, and without missing a beat, he asked, "How do you get Kyle's monster cock inside you every day? I'm still hurting from eight years ago."
It was a tense moment until Andrew laughed and said. "It gets easier every day." They ordered drinks, and moved to a small table in the bar area. Scott and Kyle talked mostly about the summer courses Kyle was about to teach. Andrew sat by and listened.
It did not surprise him; in fact, he expected it to happen. He looked up and there was Uncle Sam coming into the bar. Andrew was prepared for that, but he began to get stomach cramps when he saw that Sam was accompanied by two bulky dudes. There was no question in his mind that he had seen them before.
Andrew didn't wait for Sam to see him. He jumped up and ran over to his uncle. He threw his arms around Sam and the two men kissed each other on both cheeks The two men accompanying Sam stood politely back. Sam made no attempt to introduce them.
"Come, Uncle, I want you to meet Kyle."
"I can't wait."
Kyle and Scott had witnessed this scene of greeting and had stopped talking. Andrew was holding Sam's hand as he walked him back to their table.
"It gives me great pleasure, Uncle, to introduce you to Dr. Kyle Farrell, and to Dr. Scott Johnson. Scott's the head of the English Department at CCNY."
"The pleasure is all mine. I don't want to intrude on your dinner gentlemen, so I'll just say to Kyle that we will get together soon and learn all about each other. It's wonderful to have another nephew and to see Andrew so happy and settled at last." Sam turned to Andrew. "Before you sit down to dinner can I speak to you alone for just a minute, Andrew?" Kyle's stomach flipped and Andrew's legs buckled.
"Sure, Uncle Sam. Is anything wrong? Can I help you with something?"
Sam led Andrew to a table in the corner of the bar and indicated that he should sit. "It's about Freddie," he said. "I'd appreciate if you would talk to him."
"Of course, Uncle. What about?"
"Andrew, my boy, nobody knows better than you and my accountant how wealthy I am. This restaurant is a great little place and Freddie has made it very successful, but he's my only heir. I want him to prepare himself to take over all my various business enterprises. Hell, he doesn't have to give up the restaurant. He can add it to the other businesses that he'll be running, but he keeps turning me down."
"Wow, Uncle Sam, I know how important this is to you, and I promise I'll have a long talk with him. I can't say if I'll be successful, but I swear I'll try."
"Here's something to sweeten the deal," Sam added. Tell him that if he agrees, I'm going to leave a percentage to you too. Knowing that you'll be his partner, someone he can lean on and depend on, he might just change his mind."
"Uncle Sam I don't know what to say. That's too generous."
"Nonsense! You're like a son to me. Andrew there's one other thing, and you are the perfect person to speak to Freddie about this. Lately he has been dating boys who look like jail bait to me. Freddie assures me they are legal, but I feel like I want to check their driver's licenses. He's seeing a young kid now. He's a real punk, and I'm sure he sees Freddie as a sugar daddy. Try to talk some sense into him. Maybe there's someone you could introduce Freddie to that has some substance. That's why I am so happy about you and Kyle. You're both mature and ready for a relationship, and you're an excellent role model for Freddie."
"Uncle Sam, you are putting a big burden on my shoulders, but I assure you, I will do my best. Certainly, I'd like to see Freddie in a relationship, and as happy as I am."
"I see that Kim is seating Kyle and Scott so I'll let you go. Before I do, look at those two hefty guys over there? If you ever see either of them, or both, hanging around you in a crowd, don't be frightened. After what happened to you in the Catskills, I've instructed them to watch over you, Kyle and Freddie, sort of like bodyguards."
"Uncle Sam, that really isn't necessary."
"I say it is, so let's not argue. Now go and enjoy dinner. I'm having dinner with your bodyguards. They're cousins, Manuel and Jorge Rodriguez. If you ever need them, and you are in a crowd but you can't see them, you can call out their names and they'll come running." Sam stood up and Andrew knew that it was time to split. Again, they kissed on the cheeks, and Andrew ran to his table. Kim was just leaving when he got there, and their waiter was approaching.
"Why is the table set for four?" Andrew asked.
"Apparently Freddie is joining us for dinner and leaving things to his sous chef," Kyle said.
"Unbelievable," Andrew said. "I never thought that he would delegate anything."
"What was that all about with Sam?" Kyle wanted to know.
"Later," Andrew whispered. "Don't worry it wasn't about the other thing."
The waiter suggested another round of drinks since it would be a few more minutes before Freddie could join them. He said that they might as well order the drinks because Freddie's Uncle Sam was paying for them. All three looked over at Sam's table and mouthed, "Thank you."
Finally, Freddie came running over. He was dressed casually; all evidence of his chef's attire was discarded. He and Andrew kissed each other on the lips and then Andrew made introductions. It was obvious to Kyle and Andrew that there was more than a spark of interest shown when Freddie and Scott shook hands. By the time the entrée was served, Scott and Freddie might as well have been seated at separate tables.
Is it possible that these two relationships challenged friends might be interested in each other? Andrew wondered. He could only hope.
From across the room, the sharp eyes of Sam Gardini noticed also, and he was inwardly pleased. It suddenly occurred to him that if Freddie was in a stable and loving relationship, he might be more willing to take on his business responsibilities as well. At one point he caught Andrew's eye and they both smiled and nodded at each other.
During dessert, Andrew asked Freddie to please come up to his office late in the morning on Monday. "Uncle Sam has some serious stuff he wants me to talk to you about. We can have lunch and discuss it."
"I know what it's about and it's a waste of time."
"Let's at least talk about it; it can't hurt," Andrew pleaded. Freddie nodded in resignation.
By the time the meal was over, Freddie asked Scott to please wait for him until he closed the restaurant at 11 PM. Scott agreed, so Kyle and Andrew got up to leave. At the same time, Sam's chauffer was leading Sam to his car, but the Rodriguez cousins remained at the table. Andrew had no doubt that one of them would escort' Kyle and him home. He hoped that Kyle would not notice. The other one would be keeping an eye on Freddie. That was very rotten, inconsiderate, stuff, for a guy looking to get laid that night. Andrew could only imagine at how far the bodyguards would go in keeping an eye on them.'
Freddie got to Andrew's office at 11:45 Monday morning. When they were alone in Andrew's private office, he grabbed Andrew, wrapped him in a bear hug, and kissed him on the lips. Freddie was bigger than Andrew, but not nearly as big as Kyle. Nevertheless, his bear hug did nothing for Andrew's ribs.
"Careful," he said. "Are you trying to create another Eve?"
Freddie pulled back. "I can't thank you enough for introducing me to Scott," he said.
"I'm surprised you feel that way. What about all your little boy toys?"
"That's the point. Toys are for playing and tossing away. I feel Scott is a keeper. Isn't that what you want to talk to me about, settling down?"
"Yes, that's one of the things."
"OK, mark that one done. Scott and I are more or less `going steady.' Now let's go to lunch and you can barrage me with the other stuff."
After laying everything on the table, the lunch table so to speak, Freddie whispered to Andrew, "Look Bro, you know that I'm not afraid of running all of Uncle Sam's businesses that file income tax returns. We both know it's the other stuff that I really don't want to get involved with."
"I know exactly how you feel. Sam offered me a percentage also. He feels that if we are active partners, you might be more inclined to give it more thought. Besides, once we have control we can divest ourselves of the other stuff, as you refer to it."
Freddie grabbed Andrew's hand and squeezed it. That reaction was the most intimate thing that they had ever done together. Even after realizing that they were both gay, when they were teeny boppers, they had not been intimate. Not even when they whacked off together, had they so much as touched the other.
"Uncle Sam offered you part of the business too?" Freddie asked with a tear in his eye. "That does give me pause to think about it a little more. I'd feel differently with you at my side to help me and to guide me. And like you said, we could get rid of the other stuff. Besides if I do settle down with Scott, I would like more normal hours. I wouldn't want to do the cooking at the restaurant anymore.
When they got up to leave, they embraced and kissed each other on the lips as they always did, but this time Andrew was aware that Freddie's lips were slightly open and so were his. He felt funny about that, but soon dismissed it from his mind. Freddie went back to his restaurant and Andrew returned to his office. He immediately called Sam, and made an appointment with him at Sam's office for the first thing the following morning.
That evening at dinner, Andrew told Kyle that he was seeing Sam the next morning, mainly about Freddie. "But also, I'm tired of being afraid of how he would react if he knew we knew those goons worked for him. Would he be afraid we would turn him in for murdering them, and then in turn would he have us rubbed out? I'm going to tell him that we know, how we found out, and that we fully approve, seeing as how those animals raped us. I'll also point out that we have a lawyer-client relationship and I can't be forced to reveal anything I know about him. I know he'll be OK with it."
"I also feel that we can't live in fear that he'll find out. Do what you think is best, darling." Kyle said, giving Andrew permission to speak to Sam.
Andrew did not sleep all night. He kept rehearsing repeatedly, what he would say to Sam, and how he would say it. Nothing definitive enough satisfied him and he just let it go. He decided to just play it by ear.
Andrew was literally shaking when he walked into Sam's office in the morning. Sam got out from behind his desk and embraced Andrew. He kissed him on both cheeks as he usually did, and he beckoned him to be seated. Sam didn't say anything so Andrew began.
"I had lunch with Freddie yesterday, and it's all good. First, he and Scott are dating. Scott's a little older than Freddie, but that's fine. A mature man, with a career, will be good for Freddie, I think. He realizes that the boy toys were for fun and sex, but he really wants to settle down now. Probably turning thirty was his eye opener."
Sam laughed. "Yeah," he agreed it's a shocker for all of us."
"So it's looking good for a solid relationship to develop. I guess it took Scott into his forties to realize the same awful truth. You can't burn the candle at both ends forever and expect to have any candle left," Andrew added.
"Amen to that," Sam agreed.
Andrew continued. "He seemed dead set against inheriting your business empire until I told him that you had offered me a percentage. Then he backed down a lot. He felt that with me there to help him, and to guide him, it might work. We have always made a good pair. Anyway, he agreed that the picture had changed a lot and that he would give it serious thought. I guess you can expect to hear from him soon."
"Oh, Andrew," I knew I could depend on you. You're my rock."
"Sam, there is one other thing I must talk to you about. Can you give me another few minutes?"
"Why of course. It sounds serious."
"It's either serious or not worth mentioning. It's all up to you Sam."
"Fire away, son. I'm listening."
"Sam, I've kept a secret from you. I didn't want to, but you'll understand why, when I tell it to you."
Andrew did not want to drag it out. He wanted to blurt it out and get it over with. He walked over to Sam's desk and spotted the note pad with Sam's name engraved on the top. He removed one sheet of paper, and showed it to Sam.
"Uncle Sam," Andrew began. "I know that you have other business interests that I'm not privy to. I don't know the details, and I don't want to know until you feel secure enough with me to trust me. Don't forget, we have lawyer-client immunity. That having been said, I believe the two guys who rescued Kyle and me at the cabin are the Rodriguez cousins. When I met them at Freddie's restaurant, I was pretty certain that they were the ones." Sam remained silent.
"Carl and Joey were naked and raping us, when your men barged in, and then they all disappeared rather quickly. They neglected to take the twins' clothes so Kyle and I decided to destroy it and not leave any evidence. As a lawyer I should have felt differently. I should have insisted that we report the incident to the police and turn over the evidence. But a sixth sense, and terrible shame at having been raped, turned my thinking around. To make a long story short, Uncle Sam, in one of the trouser pockets, I found this note paper with your name on it, and directions to an address in Englewood, NJ. I knew immediately that Joey and Carl had betrayed your trust in some way or other, and that the Rodriguez cousins had caught up to them. I wanted to kiss your feet for rescuing us, but at the same time I was afraid of how you would feel knowing that I know the whole scenario. Now that I have unburdened myself there are no more secrets between us, Uncle Sam. I would go to prison myself before I would betray you. I love you too much."
The room was silent for a long while. Andrew had buried his head in his hands and was weeping silently. Sam walked over to Andrew's chair and stood him up. He put his arms around his adopted nephew, rested Andrew's head on his shoulder, and whispered softly in Andrew's ear, "When I heard what those two bastards did to you and Kyle, I wanted to strangle them with my own two hands. I love you too, my son, and I trust you completely. I am so happy you told me your little secret. I did wonder if the twins had revealed anything to you. Now I can stop wondering, and you and Kyle can stop worrying. You and Freddie are my heirs, and I see only a bright future for all of us.
Sam leaned down and kissed Andrew on the lips. It was more than a fatherly peck. There was a lot of passion in it, and Andrew responded by parting his lips and kissing Sam back.
Sam's father Louie (Luigi) was a first generation American. He had to work hard in the days following World War II. As a young teen-ager he got a job running numbers for a petty thief. The guy was stupid and it didn't take Louie very long to figure out how to cut in on his territory. After that it was only a matter of time before Jake Goldman was out of business. Little by little Louie expanded his enterprises. At first it was only gambling, then a little prostitution and finally drugs.
When he was twenty-five, he agreed to an arranged marriage only because he wanted to have a son to inherit all that he had strived for and had achieved. He was disappointed when his first born was a girl. In time, however, he learned to love Maria. She was pretty and had a very sweet disposition. Louie's prayers were answered four years later with the birth of his son Samuel. Sam was a strong baby and grew into a healthy adult. From the time Sam was in kindergarten, Louie took him on his `rounds' with him. By the time Sam was ten, Sam knew the nature of all of his father's enterprises. He knew which businesses he could talk about, and which were taboo to speak of. He knew every person who worked for his father and the pecking order of each. Some were promising business men and others were losers.
One of the losers was Gerald Grant. He had come to America from Scotland and was here only a couple of years when he went to work for Louie.
Louie liked him and gave him odd jobs, but he wasn't too bright and his chores were limited. Nevertheless, at eighteen, he was built like a brick shithouse and he had his eye on Maria, who was nearing seventeen. Maria was blinded by Gerald's good looks and got herself knocked up on her seventeenth birthday. They married in haste. When Freddie was born, Sam was only fourteen. His relationship with Freddie was more that of an older brother than an uncle.
When Sam was fifteen, Louie felt secure enough in Sam's abilities that he finally decided to take a vacation, leaving Sam to run things. He and Sam's mother got in the family car and started off to Atlantic City. Somewhere along the way, the couple disappeared, never to be seen again. Even the car was never found. Sam knew who his father's enemies were. Some of them worked for his father, and he had tried to warn him, but Louie was too trusting. At this point in his life, Sam trusted nobody and vowed to take revenge all by himself.
Of course, business declined considerably with the boss gone. But there were a slew of unsolved murders happening in and around New York City, and after each one there was a sudden surge in Sam's profits. His enemies foolishly assumed that a fifteen year old boy would fall by the wayside, but during the next year Sam silently stalked everyone he thought might be responsible for his parent's death. He studied their habits and knew exactly when they would be the most vulnerable. He took his revenge personally, silently, and quickly. When those in the know realized how firmly Sam had taken over and rescued the business, and how swiftly he had eradicated any signs of poaching, they all stepped back. They feared Sam to the point that nobody dared cross him.
When little Freddie, the apple of Sam's eye, was nearing his fifth birthday, Sam's sister, Maria, came to him. She begged him to give Gerald better work to do so he could earn more money. "After all," she pointed out. "It's for Freddie's benefit." The only money his sister had was Gerald's earnings. Louie had been wise enough to leave Maria's inheritance in a trust fund that she couldn't touch until her 28th birthday. He confided in Sam that he thought Gerald was too stupid to trust him with all that money.
Sam had a slew of cash businesses; video arcades, Laundromats, sports bars, etc. He reluctantly gave Gerald the job of collecting the cash at these places, and he generously raised his salary far beyond what the service was worth. Things went well for several weeks until Sam's in-house accountant pointed out that receipts at each establishment were steadily declining. Sam had no choice but to put a tail on Gerald and he even bugged his sister's apartment.
Each evening after work, Gerald delivered a sack of money from each business to Sam's office. He went directly home from there. When he parked his car, he removed two or three paper bags from the trunk. He rushed into his apartment where he and Maria counted the money. Maria marked something (presumably the amount) in a small ledger and put all the money in one bag before they went to bed.
The following morning, Maria put Freddie in a stroller and covered his legs with a blanket even in warm weather. She put the bag under the blanket and headed for a bank two blocks away. The bank had a machine which counted the money for a fee and then printed out a receipt for the net amount. Marie then prepared a deposit slip for the amount on the receipt. One morning as she was preparing the receipt a woman stood quite close by to her.
"What a cute baby. I've never seen hair so red," the woman said. Maria was distracted for the moment and the woman clearly read the name on the deposit slip, John and Mary Smith.
The following week, Sam gave Gerald and Maria a terrific gift. He presented them with a weekend at a honeymoon resort in the Poconos. They were thrilled and got even more excited when Sam told them that he had hired a nanny, and he would baby sit Freddie over the weekend.
The following Friday afternoon, Sam and the nanny picked up Freddie. They all waved goodbye to his parents as they drove off to Pennsylvania. At the first gas station, Gerald and Maria used the wash rooms and when they got back in the car they failed to see the Rodriguez twins crouched in the back of the car. Unexpectedly the car left the highway and turned off onto a dirt road. Somehow the car did not negotiate the dirt road well, and it crashed into an old tree, bursting instantly into flames. Only two bodies were found, Freddie's parents.
After Gerald and Maria left, Sam sent Freddie and the nanny home in his car. He let himself into his sister's apartment with a passkey and found a book of checks with the name of John and Mary Smith on it. He walked calmly into the bank, and asked a teller for the balance in this account.
"$20,250.55," she said. Mr. Smith, you really shouldn't keep such a large balance in a non-interest bearing account."
"I know," Sam said. I intend to withdraw the money to pay for a good investment that I am purchasing." Sam prepared a check for $20,250.55 payable to Samuel Gardini. He signed the check, John Smith. He left the bank, and took a cab to his bank. All the customer service reps knew him and they jumped when they saw him. Even though he was only nineteen years old, they practically attacked each other to serve him. Sam opened a money market college fund account in the name of Alfred Grant. He even knew Freddie's social security number.
As soon as word reached him of his sister's death, Sam called a judge who was on his payroll, and immediately obtained guardianship of his nephew, Freddie. The judge entirely overlooked the fact that Sam himself was a minor. He was just a few months shy of his 20th birthday.
Freddie was the only person in Sam's life. He had no girlfriends, and in fact discouraged any relationships. When he felt the need, he went through the names of the prostitutes he had on his payroll. They were billed out as escorts of course. When he found a name that intrigued him, like Daisy La Fleur for instance, he would have her sent around for the night. He enjoyed the sex with these girls, but was never really satisfied.
One day, looking down the list, he spotted the name Jean Gay. Amused by the name, he sent for her, only to find out that Jean was a nineteen year old boy. They were the same age. Sam forgot that he employed male prostitutes as well as females, for those so inclined.
When Jean spotted Sam, he was so eager to get going, he was practically salivating. It was rare for a client to be so young and handsome. Sam didn't have the heart to send him away. Also he was curious as to what would happen.
"Aren't you going to undress?" Jean asked. He was already almost naked.
"Sure, sure," Sam said. He stripped quickly and got into bed. Jean was already there.
"What do you like to do?" Jean asked.
"I'll leave it to you to make me happy. I've never been with a man before."
"I promise that you won't be disappointed."
Jean cuddled up to Sam and started to kiss him. Sam was shocked and turned away. "My kisses are sweeter than any woman's. Don't resist me. Just follow my lead and you will be one happy dude before we're done." So, Sam kissed Jean back The more passionate Jean became, the more Sam did also. Before he knew what was happening Sam was kissing Jean as if they were lovers, and he wanted so much more. Jean began to work his way down Sam's body. He kissed his ears, his nipples, his navel and he finally started to lick at his balls, and tease his cock with an occasional swipe of his tongue up Sam's eight inch uncut manhood.
Sam hated to admit it, but he was more aroused than he had been with any of the women he had ever been with. Jean continued by taking as much of Sam into his mouth as possible. Sam had never known such rapture. The wet warm feeling of Jean's tongue suckling his cock and occasionally his balls was almost more than he could bear. Then, abruptly, Jean stopped sucking and jumped out of bed. Sam's cock waved at the ceiling, resentful of the interruption. Jean took something out of a small bag he had brought with him. It was a condom and a tube of lube. He rolled the condom down Sam's cock. Sam moaned at the erotic feelings he was having as the condom rolled down his rod Then Jean took some lube and generously swabbed Sam's cock with it, and then he greased his own ass. Sam's cock tweaked in anticipation.
Jean straddled Sam and positioned his ass hole above Sam's dick. Slowly he lowered himself allowing the big cock to enter him. There was little resistance. When he was all the way in, Jean rested. Shortly thereafter he started to pump up and down. It didn't take Sam long to capture the rhythm and work with Jean. He kept sighing with great moans of extreme pleasure. Jean could sense that Sam was near and he pumped harder and harder. Then with a shriek, Sam came. Jean kept pumping, but eventually Sam had to stop him. Only when Sam got soft did Jean rise off him. They both got out of bed and showered together. They discreetly tried not to touch one another, but Sam really wanted to fondle Jean.
They dried off and Jean asked Sam if he could stay the night or if Sam wanted him to go. Sam answered by patting his bed, indicating that Jean should lie down with him. As soon as they were both in bed together, primal instinct took over. They turned toward each other, wrapped their arms around each other and began to kiss. After a while, Sam asked Jean what cock tasted like and what it felt like to have a cock up your ass.
"It's heavenly," Jean answered. "Would you like to find out for yourself?"
Without hesitating, Sam said, "Yes," and he immediately realized that he was a queer. There was no doubt about it. He wanted to eat cock and take dick up his ass. Strangely the realization did not bother him in the least. He leaned right over and began to lick on Jean's six inch circumcised cock. He licked up and down to discover that it was soft on the outside and rock hard inside. This phenomenon gave him extreme pleasure. Finally, he took it into his mouth. This tasted better than pussy and he was really enjoying the whole experience. When Jean felt himself cumming, he stopped Sam and made him roll onto his stomach. He lay on top of Sam with his cock jabbing Sam's ass cheeks. Then Sam felt a sensation that made his head spin. Jean was licking Sam's crack up and down and occasionally entering it a bit with his tongue.
"Aah, aah," Sam sighed. "It's too good. Give me the real thing."
Jean put on a condom, greased Sam's ass and his own cock and began his entry doggie style. Sam screamed once as Jean invaded his sphincter, but when he was inside, the pain abated. Jean's cock was rubbing against Sam's prostate and he was screaming in pleasure. More shockingly, he was cumming again. The two young men got off together. Jean collapsed on top of Sam and neither could move for a long while.
They fell asleep wrapped up together. About three in the morning, Sam was awakened by the sensation of his dick being bathed in warm, moist water. Jean was sucking his cock. It didn't take him long to cum once again. Jean swallowed all Sam's spunk, and when Sam wondered out loud how it tasted, Jean told him he was more than welcome to find out. With the new knowledge that he was indeed homosexual, Sam was eager to experience cum draining down his throat, and he immediately went down on Jean.
After that first glorious evening, Sam had Jean come around often, and eventually the two men fell in love. In his position Sam could never allow himself to be outed, so he hired Jean to be his driver and his valet. Jean appeared to be a humble employee, but Sam saw to it that Jean became wealthy in his own right. Jean was also another spying eye within Sam's stable of employees. Neither Andrew nor Freddie ever suspected the truth, that's how discreet Sam and Jean were. For his part, Sam secretly reveled in the pride and openness of his two nephews. He vowed that someday he would proudly come out with Jean at his side
To be continued...