Randolph and the hunk from head office

[Happy to Go Barefoot]

Chapter 1

Randolph Mercer stumbled into the kitchen dressed only in a blue t-shirt and black polka-dotted boxers. He had been jerking off frantically in bed and getting heart-poundingly close to orgasm when his mother's strident voice could be heard from downstairs summoning him to the breakfast table. He had been hoping against hope that he could manage an ejaculation before the call came, but that was not to be.

I should have started earlier, he had thought -- looking regretfully at his small hard cock. Randolph's big regret was the size of his circumsized penis: exceptionally tiny when soft, and not that much bigger when fully erect. He was most certainly not a grower. Barely an inch or two were added to the length when fully erect -- but the girth gained significantly. At least he had no problem in achieving a boner ... even if it was probably the smallest one in the entire history of the world.

Regretfully his hand had slowed on his throbbing shaft, contenting himself with a final little twist to his wet, swollen glans. The call to breakfast had been so intrusive that it had not taken long for his cock to dwindle to its usual insignificant flaccid state... Hastily pulling on the boxers and t-shirt that had been discarded while masturbating, he had headed for the stairs.

Hearing him come in, Mrs Mercer turned away from the toaster and looked her only child up and down critically. "Are you not even dressed yet?" she asked disapprovingly. "How do you expect to get to work on time? You have to get up earlier, that's all there is to it. I suppose you were up practically all night again staring at that computer screen?"

Randolph did not respond to this. In fact, he was so used to her repeating the same words every weekday morning, that he barely listened as she continued with more of the same. He sat down at the table, crossing his rather pale bare feet. Waiting for her to stop complaining, he was daydreaming about the totally hot naked guys he had been ogling on the net the night before. One hunk in particular had demanded his rapt attention: gloriously naked and sporting a huge erection with a dick head shining with sleek precum. Just the way he preferred his men -- hair as black as midnight with glossy pubic hair to match; a cocky smile showing dazzingly white teeth; and a sculptured body to make you week-kneed. This amazing guy had been good for a slow wank that had resulted in Randolph cumming so hard that his spurts narrowly missed the PC screen.

Randolph suddenly became aware of his penis strecthing ever so slightly in his boxers. He could feel his cock hardening at an alarming rate.Desperately he began to think of non-sexual matters to nip his insistent hard-on in the bud. Inadvertently he hit on the one image that was guaranteed to bring the stirring below to an abrupt halt: his supervisor's mulish face registering utter disapproval of Randolph's latest breach of office rules. As he was giving vent to a sigh of relief, his mother placed a a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him."Now hurry up and finish your breakfast. And take your lunchbox before you leave the house. You have a long day ahead of you, so be sure to eat every crumb in there. Besides your sandwiches, I've packed a small tub of vanilla yoghurt and a lovely big apple."

Barely acknowledging his mother, Randolph concentrated on shoveling down one mehanical mouthful after the other. He was trying to calculate whether there'd be enough time to finish the jack-off session that was so rudely interrupted fifteen minutes ago. The prospect of starting the work day without an orgasm under his belt, was Randolph's idea of hell on earth. Pushing his empty plate impatiently aside and mumbling a halfhearted "thank you" in the direction of his mother's back, he hastily retreated before she could start on another endless string of complaints. By now the idea of of a quick wank had settled comfortably in his mind. There would be plenty of time for beating his meat if he did it while in the shower. He did not normally indulge his habit while standing under the soothing needles of warm water, but today necessity was forcing him to alter his tried and trusted method of either wanking to gay pornography in front of his computer or otherwise jacking-off while stretched out writhing nakedly on his bed. By the time he reached the foot of the stairs, he was practically running...

Two minutes later he was crouched tensely under the sprays of water, massaging the head of his cock rhythmically with the thumb and index finger of his right hand. He closed his mind to everything around him, focussing soley on the delicious waves of pure pleasure surging up his spine and down to his toes. When his load finally spattered onto the glass of the shower door, he could not help uttering a deep groan while his knees buckled with the force of his orgasm. Now my day can begin, he thought contentedly as he started to soap his scrawny chest with the prominent nipples vigorously...

(To be continued)

 

[FinMe]

 

[Dave K]

Chapter 1

Randolph Mercer stumbled into the kitchen dressed only in a blue t-shirt and black polka-dotted boxers. He had been jerking off frantically in bed and getting heart-poundingly close to orgasm when his mother's strident voice could be heard from downstairs summoning him to the breakfast table. He had been hoping against hope that he could manage an ejaculation before the call came, but that was not to be.

I should have started earlier, he had thought -- looking regretfully at his small hard cock. Randolph's big regret was the size of his circumsized penis: exceptionally tiny when soft, and not that much bigger when fully erect. He was most certainly not a grower. Barely an inch or two were added to the length when fully erect -- but the girth gained significantly. At least he had no problem in achieving a boner ... even if it was probably the smallest one in the entire history of the world.

Regretfully his hand had slowed on his throbbing shaft, contenting himself with a final little twist to his wet, swollen glans. The call to breakfast had been so intrusive that it had not taken long for his cock to dwindle to its usual insignificant flaccid state... Hastily pulling on the boxers and t-shirt that had been discarded while masturbating, he had headed for the stairs.

Hearing him come in, Mrs Mercer turned away from the toaster and looked her only child up and down critically. "Are you not even dressed yet?" she asked disapprovingly. "How do you expect to get to work on time? You have to get up earlier, that's all there is to it. I suppose you were up practically all night again staring at that computer screen?"

Randolph did not respond to this. In fact, he was so used to her repeating the same words every weekday morning, that he barely listened as she continued with more of the same. He sat down at the table, crossing his rather pale bare feet. Waiting for her to stop complaining, he was daydreaming about the totally hot naked guys he had been ogling on the net the night before. One hunk in particular had demanded his rapt attention: gloriously naked and sporting a huge erection with a dick head shining with sleek precum. Just the way he preferred his men -- hair as black as midnight with glossy pubic hair to match; a cocky smile showing dazzingly white teeth; and a sculptured body to make you week-kneed. This amazing guy had been good for a slow wank that had resulted in Randolph cumming so hard that his spurts narrowly missed the PC screen.

Randolph suddenly became aware of his penis strecthing ever so slightly in his boxers. He could feel his cock hardening at an alarming rate.Desperately he began to think of non-sexual matters to nip his insistent hard-on in the bud. Inadvertently he hit on the one image that was guaranteed to bring the stirring below to an abrupt halt: his supervisor's mulish face registering utter disapproval of Randolph's latest breach of office rules. As he was giving vent to a sigh of relief, his mother placed a a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him."Now hurry up and finish your breakfast. And take your lunchbox before you leave the house. You have a long day ahead of you, so be sure to eat every crumb in there. Besides your sandwiches, I've packed a small tub of vanilla yoghurt and a lovely big apple."

Barely acknowledging his mother, Randolph concentrated on shoveling down one mehanical mouthful after the other. He was trying to calculate whether there'd be enough time to finish the jack-off session that was so rudely interrupted fifteen minutes ago. The prospect of starting the work day without an orgasm under his belt, was Randolph's idea of hell on earth. Pushing his empty plate impatiently aside and mumbling a halfhearted "thank you" in the direction of his mother's back, he hastily retreated before she could start on another endless string of complaints. By now the idea of of a quick wank had settled comfortably in his mind. There would be plenty of time for beating his meat if he did it while in the shower. He did not normally indulge his habit while standing under the soothing needles of warm water, but today necessity was forcing him to alter his tried and trusted method of either wanking to gay pornography in front of his computer or otherwise jacking-off while stretched out writhing nakedly on his bed. By the time he reached the foot of the stairs, he was practically running...

Two minutes later he was crouched tensely under the sprays of water, massaging the head of his cock rhythmically with the thumb and index finger of his right hand. He closed his mind to everything around him, focussing soley on the delicious waves of pure pleasure surging up his spine and down to his toes. When his load finally spattered onto the glass of the shower door, he could not help uttering a deep groan while his knees buckled with the force of his orgasm. Now my day can begin, he thought contentedly as he started to soap his scrawny chest with the prominent nipples vigorously...

(To be continued)

Nice.. continue!

 

[Happy to Go Barefoot]

Nice.. continue!

Will try and post chapter 2 very soon.

 

[long legs]

Really sexy story, looking forward to chapter 2.

 

[Happy to Go Barefoot]

Chapter 2

Randolph made it to his desk with about thirty seconds to spare. He glanced across at the only other desk in the room -- situated diagonally from his own -- and saw his friend Tom busy with a phone conversation. From Tom's lowered voice, Randolph knew instinctively that he was not dealing with a client. Probably one of the many women he has sex with, he thought. Tom was forever backing him into a corner while giving him blow-by-blow accounts filled with details of how many times he had made his latest conquest cum the night before, and how she loved sucking him off and swallowing his huge loads without complaints. He had even bragged once that all his women normally begged him to shoot his load over their breasts. Randolph was often inclined to take Tom's raunchy tales with a pinch of salt. But then, as he was not all acquainted with what went on between heterosexual men and women, he was more or less forced to accept all of Tom's stories as the gospel truth.

Tom looked at Randolph and flashed him a superior smile while jerking his hand up and down in a crude simulation of an act of masturbation. Randolph sighed. He did not always know where he stood with Tom. The guy is my colleague, and yeah, I suppose he is my friend, he thought; but does he have to be such a pain in the ass? Randolph had once, in a moment of weakness, confessed to Tom how much he enjoyed jacking-off. He would never have admitted anything of the kind to another living soul under normal circumstances, but that particular lunchtime Tom had regaled him with a story about how a boring Saturday afternoon had him masturbating and achieving orgasm twice from the same hard-on. So naturally Randolph had responded enthusiastically, giving in turn details of his own epic wanks ... only to have Tom look at him and say, "Well, friend, the only reason I jacked-off was because no pussy was around for me to fuck! Don't get me wrong -- I prefer to fuck -- often and hard! I'm not really happy until I have some women squealing at the tip of my dong, crying for me to fuck her silly. Tugging on your penis is so fucking childish ... You really ought to get out more. Your cock will fall off if you keep on playing with it." Now, of course, Tom's gleeful gesture was meant to convey that he was on to Randolph; that he instinctively knew that Randolph's compulsive masturbation was the reason for him nearly getting to work late ...

But Tom's snide remarks about Randolph's habit was not even remotely the worst thing to trouble the water between them. Shortly after Randolph had joined the firm a few years ago, he had been taking a much-needed piss break one afternoon at the old-fashioned open trough in the male restroom down the passage from their office. (The more senior male staff used a state-of-the-art toilet on the floor below.) Randolph had just managed to wrestle his small little cock out of his pants, ready to find relief from his uncomfortably full bladder, when he heard the door open. Tom came in, humming some inane tune under his breath.He started opening his fly even as he was approaching the trough. Randolph cringed and his dick grew even smaller. Up to now he had managed to avoid taking a piss in Tom's presence. If he had known that Tom was going to follow him down the passage, he would have nipped into one of the stalls to piss. But now it was too late. Tom settled in next to him, standing much too close for comfort; and aiming his huge dick, began spurting a thick stream of urine worthy of a stallion.

Randolph could not help staring in fascination at Tom's cock. He had never before seen even a glimpse of it, mainly because he avoided being in the restroom at the same time as Tom. But he had often been stealing surreptious glances at the bulge in Tom's pants, wondering idly what sort of a dick was being concealed by the material. Now he couldn't help but stare at the mearty cut penis and the cherry red knob with the large slit ejecting such a forceful stream. He was staring openly, thinking all the while, So this is what he sticks into all those women! I can quite see how a woman would beg for more with that thing pounding into her. In the mean time Randolph could feel his penis shrinking by the second. He was in two minds. Should he just continue, risking Tom looking over and observing his tiny dick ... or should he pretend to be done, zip up and walk over to the row of hand basins. He knew there was no way he would get a drop out of his tiny slit. He started tucking himself out of sight. Then he became aware that Tom had moved even closer, his stream now playing over the stainless steel wall in front of Randolph. "My God," he breathed close to Randolph's burning left ear. "What the fuck do we have here?" He moved even closer, staring down at Randolph's wrinkled little shaft and tight round balls. "Buddy, how in heaven's name do you manage a wank with that itty bitty little thing? Does it even get hard?"

Randolph's first reaction was to move away, but Tom actually reached his hand down to touch Randolph's cock in wonder. The moment he felt Tom's warm thumb slide along his little shaft, he began to get hard. He looked away in horror. When Tom realized what was happening, he jerked his hand away in confusion. "so even the smallest dick I've ever seen can't resist me, " he lauged uncertainly. He'd finished urinating by now and started tugging his cock back through his fly, but not before Randolph saw the famous penis stir slightly and start to lengthen. When Tom was in front of the basins, he looked back over his shoulder to where Randolph was still standing, wishing with all his heart that Tom would finish washing his hands and go. "I think from now on I will call you Tiny Tim. Appropriate, don't you think?" he said slowly. "Yes, my little friend ... that's it. Nobody needs to know about your lack in the penis department. It will be our little secret. But whenever I call you Tiny Tim, you will know that I'm picturing that sorry excuse for a dick you carry between your legs."

(To be Continued)

 

[long legs]

I like that the big cock guy really likes his friend's little circumcised cock. I think he really wants to suck the little cock and tiny balls.

 

[Happy to Go Barefoot]

I like that the big cock guy really likes his friend's little circumcised cock. I think he really wants to suck the little cock and tiny balls.

Watch this space!!

 

[Happy to Go Barefoot]

Chapter 3

Randolp's first hour at work was relatively uneventful. He kept his head down and worked on the sales estimates for the following three months -- always a tedious and time-consuming task. Occasionally there was a call from a supplier to be dealt with, and once his immediate boss came in to remind Randolph that a large delivery to one of their biggest clients had to be loaded under his personal supervision and send on its way not later than midday. For the most part he managed to ignore Tom, who seemed to be in a particularly obnoxious mood today. He had tried to engage Randolph in conversation a couple of times, but as his colleague was really only interested in discussing Randolph's jerk-off habits and teasing him about his tiny cock, Randolph understandably refrained from taking the bait. He was rather good at snubbing Tom, but he did sometimes feel guilty. Tom was such an open book despite his superior attitude. Sometimes it felt to Randolph as if being nasty to Tom was like taking candy from a baby. Because his attempts to get a rise out of Randolph had been met with failure, he was now sulking.There was a put-upon look of discontent on his handsome face. He had half turned away from Randolph to make his disgust very plain, and he was ostensibly focusing all his attention on the print-outs before him. Randolph was not fooled with this display of righteous indignation. He had caught Tom's surreptious glances in his direction... for all the world like a cowed little puppy seeking approval from its owner.

Not for the first time, Randolph suddenly experienced a strange flutter in his chest as his eyes happened to alight on Tom's face. As on more than one occasion in the past, he tried his best to suppress it. Randolph looked away from Tom, very much aware that his secret feelings for his colleague were getting harder to suppress by the day. Randolph was not sure when he had first begun to harbor these unwanted feelings for Tom, but he was getting more and more convinced that he was going to make a dreadful fool of himself if he did not make a concerted effort to rid himself of these emotions. He supposed it had started the day Tom had touched his dick at the trough. Even though his memories of that day were mostly of the humiliation he had felt at Tom's open ridicule of his little cock, there was another memory that had stuck in his mind and could be counted on to surface at the moments when he was jacking-off: the unexpectedly silky touch of Tom's warm thumb on his little shaft. Randolph had never been with a man except in his fevered imagination. No wonder then that Tom's touch had shaken him to his toes. He recalled his involuntary erection, and Tom's thickening penis. For Randolph it was the sole instance of his entire life when he had been involved in anything with another human being that could be classed as sexual ...

Randolph wondered for a moment what would happen if he scraped his courage together and told Tom how he felt about him. But he immediately cast this ridiculous idea as far from him as was possible. It was total madness to even think in that direction. Tom was the fuck god of the office, the man whom no woman could resist, the man with the dick to drive any conquest of his to immediate submission ... Who was Randolph to stake a claim on this Adonis with the sculptured body and magnificent cock? He was a runt next to Tom, a guy with very ordinary looks and a stunted penis to boot. And it was no secret around the office that he was gay ... Even though Randolph had never officially made it known, it was just automatically assumed that he was. It was not rocket science. Anybody could put two and two together. Here was a man who at twenty-four still lived at home, a man who had never been seen with a girlfriend at his side; a loner with no real friends to speak of. And he was sure that Tom's loose mouth had by now spread rumors of his excessive masturbation practises through the office. All that was needed was a whispered word in the right eager ear -- and before he knew it everyone would be in on the juicy tidbit, from the office cleaners to the big boss.

Randolph sighed despondently, aware that Tom was looking at him quizzically. The best thing I can do, Randolph thought with a sinking feeling in the region of his heart, is to fight with every fibre of my being against this silly crush. Because that's what it is. Nothing more, nothing less. A stupid infatuation that will never survive the cold light of day. I was happy in my own way before the day an offensive guy's thumb happened to touch my dick. Randolph was aware that he was trying very hard to convince himself, and that he was not really succeeding. At that moment Tom looked him full in the face, flashing him a devastatingly sexy smile. He was clearly over his sulk, willing to forgive Randolph for his earlier rudeness. He looked so much like a little boy willing to let bygones be bygones that Randolph had to restrain himself physically from walking over and hugging him to his heaving chest.

At that very moment their office door opened unexpectedly. Randolph looked up to see the big boss framed in the doorway. As he moved into the office, Randolph became aware of another person behind him. Randolph had instinctively half risen from his chair as a sign of respect for Mr Ellis, the man in charge of the entire office. But now he fell back into his seat unceremoniously, his knees suddenly to weak to support his weight. He could not believe his eyes. The man behind Mr Ellis had moved into full view, and all Randolph could do was stare in open admiration. The stranger was the best-looking man he had ever seen in his life. He was aware of Mr Ellis mouthing words at him, but for the moment he was struck deaf and dumb.

(To be continued)

 

[william1]

Blimey you cant leave us with that cliff- hanger !!

 

[Happy to Go Barefoot]

Blimey you cant leave us with that cliff- hanger !!

The next chapter will be here very soon ...I've been a bit busy. Thanks for still following the story, William. I really feel guilty for not posting sooner.

 

[william1]

The next chapter will be here very soon ...I've been a bit busy. Thanks for still following the story, William. I really feel guilty for not posting sooner.

Suppose i wasn't expecting that cliff hanger, think i was expecting Tom to do something with Randolph in the loading bay, could envisage Randolph lusting over Tom's bulge and being caught and . . . .

 

[Happy to Go Barefoot]

Suppose i wasn't expecting that cliff hanger, think i was expecting Tom to do something with Randolph in the loading bay, could envisage Randolph lusting over Tom's bulge and being caught and . . . .

Mmm ... interesting possibilities!! Tom czn definitely NOT be left out of the equation. I have all kinds of plans for him!! Thanks for your interest ...also for the likes on some of my pics.

 

[italianyjoc]

enjoying this story.. cliffhanger was a jolt back to reality but damn -- great writing.

 

[Happy to Go Barefoot]

enjoying this story.. cliffhanger was a jolt back to reality but damn -- great writing.

Thanx, buddy. I appreciate your kind words. The next chapter will be posted very soon. I won't be so tardy in future.

 

[littleguy2]

Thanx, buddy. I appreciate your kind words. The next chapter will be posted very soon. I won't be so tardy in future.

Can't wait for the next chapter, reading with my little dick hard thinking about getting tugged at an urinal by a big cocked guy.

 

[deano-uk]

Great story, so far, looking forward to the forthcoming chapters

 

[Happy to Go Barefoot]

Hi Guys. I want to thank you all for being so patient with me ... I know some of you have been looking forward to the next chapter of Randolph and the Hunk from Head Office. I've been working on it, and I can now tell you that it will be uploaded in a couple of hours' time.Hope you will like it. Cheers!

 

[Happy to Go Barefoot]

Chapter 4

Randolph was uncomfortably aware of the growing silence. Mr Ellis had apparently decided to keep his mouth shut for the moment. He seemed to have changed into a rather baffled looking statue, his lips slightly open as if on the verge of speaking his next sentence, but for some or other inexplicable reason suddenly prevented from forming the words. His eyes were fixed on Randolph, dubiously taking in his clerk's shameless perusal of the handsome stranger. Tom's breathing had somehow accelerated until it was clearly audible in the quiet office. In his confused state, Randolph was thinking that he had never before been aware of Tom's breathing -- even though they shared an office where large chunks of the day were as silent as a country cemetery, filled with the unobtrusive little noises of two men hard at work, and the occasional harsh ringing of either of their phones the only thing to disturb the peace.

Randolph became aware that his eager gaze was still roving unashamedly and greedily over the unknown man's lean body. Even though he willed himself to look away, he was not able to do so.In fact, the more he tried, the harder it was to avert his eyes -- and to his absolute horror he was now in the process of staring entranced at the sizeable bulge in the man's genital area. My God, he thought. I don't know what he's got in there, but I'd like to take a closer look. At the thought of what he might find in there, his own little cock started rearing its inquisitive bald head ever so slightly. For once he was glad that his penis did not amount to much in the size department. At least his bulge would not be as notable as the one Randolph was checking out with growing interest.

The newcomer was stealing uncertain glances in both Tom's and Randolph's directions, distractedly fiddling with his elegant brown leather briefcase, going so far as to open the clasp unthinkingly before deciding against it and snapping it shut again. This loud snap seemed to break the strange spell that had settled on the room like a pervasive mist. Randolp became aware of Mr Ellis' left hand extended towards him as if about to announce to the other two men that his blushing clerk had just been singled out as the number one dim witted buffoon on the staff. Randolph had a fleeting moment where he was tempted to concur with his boss. After all, that was exactly as he should be described: a choice idiot whose only claim to fame was an unfortunate tendency to pour shame and dishonour on the prestigeous firm he was employed by ...

Luckily for Randolph, Mr Ellis had finally succeeded in gettng his recalcitrant tongue to utter the words he had been striving for ever since entering the office with the hunky stranger in tow. "Um ..." he faltered. "I would like to introduce you chaps to Mr James Laidlaw from our Head Office." He looked extremely pleased that he had at last managed to get this far. "This is Randolph Mercer, and over there is Tom Andrews. As you can see, they share an office ..." He took a relieved step back, as if glad to remove himself from the limelight for the moment.

Before Randolph could move forward to offer his hand to Mr Laidlaw, Tom had already stepped around him to take the hunk's hand firmly in his own. "Very pleased to meet you, Mr Laidlaw," he purred in a smug way. "It is always a great pleasure to welcome visitors from Head Office. We are more-or-less in a rather isolated position here, so any cross-polination with our esteemed colleagues is always to be encouraged." He was about to say a lot more, but Mr Ellis was not having any more of this. The impertinent little rascal, he thought. Who does the upstart think he is? Now I'm convinced that I'm doing the right thing by entrusting Laidlaw to Mercer instead of this eager little sod. He was already working mentally on the no-holds-barred lecture he planned to unleash on Tom the moment he was able to get him sequestred behind the imposing doors of his penthouse office.

"Thank you, Mr Andrews," he said with barely concealed ill-temper. "I was about to explain why we are fortunate enough to have Mr Laidlaw with us for the next couple of weeks." He flashed a sudden smile in Randolph's direction. "This will concern you especially, Mr Mercer," he beamed indulgently. Randolph realized that his heart was beating erractically. What could he possibly have to do with this green-eyed specimen of perfect manhood?

"Let me explain," Ellis said in a self-important voice."Mr Laidlaw has been seconded to our office to enable him to look into each and every one of our work procedures and to ascertain that all our activities are still in line with the company's original mission statement and are indeed carried out in the correct and accetable manner as laid down by our founder all those years ago." Mr Ellis was so impressed by his own overblown rhetoric that he appeared fit to burst the buttons on his rather tightfitting navy-blue shirt. "Our esteemed visitor requested the assistance of a member of our staff to act as his right-hand man while carrying out his investigation ... and my choice has fallen on you, Mercer. I'm sure that you will be very capable and an asset to Mr Laidlaw here. You have always shown a lively interest in the various activities, and here is your chance to add invaluable knowledge to your understanding of the running of the company. You will start by taking him to all the different sections and introducing him to the staff members. All the department heads have been informed of Mr Laidlaw's purpose here, so it will not be necessary for you to provide any explanations. Above all, remain at his side at all times and lend him a helping hand to the best of your ability."

Randolph was in two minds about all of this. Of course, he would love to be at the side of this gorgeous man on a daily basis, but he was not so sure that he could hide the fact that he had fallen for him in the first minutes of setting eyes on him. Even now he was aware of his cock stirring lazily, and his heart was beating like a jackhammer. He was also painfully aware of Tom's dropped jaw as he stared in dismay at James Laidlaw's beautiful face. He was clearly pissed off that he had not been considered for the privilege of accompanying Laidlaw on his important task.

Mr Ellis nodded briskly at the three men, and left the office with an encouraging wink for Randolph. At that moment James Laidlaw turned to Randolph and put a surprisingly warm hand on his elbow. "Right, this is where the officious nonsense comes to an end. I'm very happy to have you on board, man. I'm sure we will make a kick-ass team." Randolph felt himself relaxing while basking in the glow that Laidlaw's hand was igniting deep inside him. "Oh ... another thing," he said lightly."I'm most certainly NOT Mr Laidlaw. I don't think I'm much older than you. Please call me James."

(To be Continued)

 

[2wayjock]

Bump! Great story and don't leave us on edge.