And so he led me to bed. Geoff was really into the Zorro role—and since I was going to be the bad guy, he got out the blindfold and cuffs. “Geoff, I’m sorry, not tonight. I don’t need any suggestion of being forced to do anything tonight. You can use your sword, but let’s skip the rest of the role playing.”
“I’m so sorry, Chet. I’m really an idiot.” He slipped into bed beside me and pulled me into a deep embrace. He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top and I slipped between his legs which he quickly used to envelop me further. “I hope this makes you feel safe—and loved, because you are so important to me. If you want me to mention something to Mom and Dad, I’m guessing that we could make things untenable for Reg at Rice.”
“I’m going to give him one more chance. Let Neal talk to him.”
Then, I slid down and took him into my mouth as deeply as I could manage while he continued to massage my ass cheeks and tease my rim. “Don’t bring me off that way. I do want my sword buried deeply into you. It likes to be there more than any other place in the world.” I slipped up and our lips met. He rolled me on my back and gently began to prepare for his entrance. “I’m going to watch you this time.” Then he slid his dick in and I pulled him down deep with my heels on his ass cheeks as we embraced like the lovers we were. He pumped slowly and deeply, brushing my sensitive walls and love spot with each pass, carefully increasing our arousal. Then he came, hotly, copiously and without fanfare bringing me also to a satisfying climax. I put my head on his shoulder and just before drifting off to sleep, whispered, “Gracias, amigo. Te amo, Zorro.”
“Bueno noche, ninito.”
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The next two weeks were devoted to preparation and mid-terms. Practices were mostly solo—so I used the condo gym, often with Geoff late in the evening after his classes were complete. With Geoff present, I was comfortable and efficient.
On Tuesday he confirmed that the New Orleans party was definitely on—and that we had “dates.” We decided not to make hotel bookings for the team on Saturday—instead we suggested that each make his own arrangements. We confirmed that dates and significant others were included. Everyone was excited.
My tests were concluded early in the second week—and were not really very difficult given the independent nature of much of my study—my only real exams would be the national financial qualifying tests in December.
Coach Neal had obtained the tape using his friend in security and sealed it in the university’s vault. He made sure Reg knew that his actions in the locker room had been filmed and would be used if there were another infraction of the code of conduct at Rice. He now had two strikes. One more and he would be history. I hoped that RCC practices and meets would return to some degree of normalcy, but perhaps that was too much to expect.
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After checking my schedule, Val convened a meeting of the Foundation in Houston and invited the global finance chief to attend. After the board meeting, there would be an informal brain storming session. I was asked to attend. She had provided some background on me to the others, and they greeted me warmly. It was quite clear however that she as Co-CEO of the Foundation and a family member received deference from the others. I was asked a number of leading questions and was able to talk about not-for-profit investment trends.
“Many foundations are now fully committed to the fact that their mission is bi-furcated: the stated mission with respect to goals in medicine, education etc and a collateral mission to use their investment policies to enhance their basic goals. The idea that investment policies should maximize profits and funds available for the mission—even to the extent of investing in counter-productive ventures was of the past. Everything needed to work synergistically. Thus, the investment directors needed to be part of the mission planning process and understand the short and long term goals of the Foundation, just as they needed to analyze in detail the myriad of activities in which their invested funds were involved. If companies were opaque or outright objectionable from a policy viewpoint, they were not candidates for investment. Investments which meet the overall goals of the foundation are plentiful and have demonstrated profitability to the same extent as more objectionable companies.”
“This kind of thinking is new to us, but it is absolutely logical. When we are looking for investment direction—or contracting with consultants, we need to make it clear that this is an essential part of our strategy and mission. Thank you, Chet, for helping me to clarify my own developing thoughts on this subject. I hope you’ll be available to help us formulate position and consultant description statements—and perhaps even to sit in on some of the interviews.”
“I’d love to. I’ll make the time. This is more than a thesis topic for me. I feel really strongly about this. Maybe my religious formation is still working within me. Being poor gives you a unique perspective on justice issues, not just charity. I am excited that some of my academic ideas might be actually useful. Thank you for listening.”
Val seemed pleased that the one Geoff had chosen, apparently, to spend his life with, had deep moral convictions. She really made me feel part of the family, although I still had to deal with personal feelings of inadequacy—that I wasn’t worth the affection and love that Geoff and his family were showering on me.
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Two days later, we were excitedly boarding our bus for the New Orleans meet. The two Amazon vans were going to caravan with us and several groups had gotten together to carpool. So we had a half-dozen vehicles, all flying Rice colors as we left campus. A lot was at stake. Both the Miami (UMiami) and New Orleans (Loyola) teams were in the top five in the SCC. A win for RCC would cement a winning season and a good shot at the overall championship—decided by record and best team time. There was room on the bus, so about ten “dates” and “significant others” were added to the passenger list—although before we left Houston, I made it clear that today would have a 10 pm curfew and all team members were expected to eat dinner and bunk together at the team hotel in assigned team rooms. No drinking until tomorrow. I did see some furtive glances as I spoke these words. We were not responsible for extra-curricular activities. (I had little expectation that my admonition was even heard, let alone adopted. We were after all headed for a great party town.) After the meet, they were free to do as they pleased until we left for Houston Sunday afternoon.
I noted that Reg was on the bus. He hadn’t brought a date. He did not sit with Pete, but with his new gym buddy, Lloyd. Geoff was going to fly in later since he had classes. New Orleans, here we come. I hope you’re ready for us.