Ron pulled up to the main entrance of the Freedom Office Park building at five minutes to six. Exactly at six JJ came through the revolving door wearing a black leather bomber jacket and faded 501s, and carrying a small backpack. Ron flashed the headlights of his Miata, and JJ hopped in the passenger seat. “Cool wheels, I was sort of expecting a Beamer or something like that though, you being a lawyer and all…”

“This does exactly what I want it to do…and leaves me bucks to spend elsewhere…” Ron reached over and gave the luscious bundle in JJ’s left leg a firm squeeze. “Besides, if I had a bigger car, this wouldn’t be so convenient now, would it?”

“Guess not…man, I don’t know what it is about you…but when you touch me it’s an instant turn on! Damn…I’m hard as a rock already!”

“So I notice! Been thinkin’ about turnin’ you on since Wednesday night…you sure hangin’ out with me for the weekend is ok…I mean, you’ve got no other plans or anything?”

“Don’t have anything on my schedule until I get back to the office at 10 Monday morning! I gotta tell you though, I had a fuckin’ hard time concentrating on work today just thinkin’ about our gettin’ together!”

“That makes two of us then…seemed like the clock locked about three this afternoon! We’ll head to my place – I’ll give you the tour and you can drop your stuff, and I gotta shed this suit and get comfortable…then we can get something to eat and head to Rod’s place for some hot wrestling!”

“Think Rod’d be pissed if we didn’t show?”

“Nah, he wouldn’t give a shit…but why wouldn’t we show?”

“Who knows…we might find something interesting to do at your place…that’s all!”

“‘Interesting’ will not be in question…how long I can keep you interested might be another…!”

“I told your little buddy Randy on Wednesday night that I like white guys that are 40-something…you’ve got more than enough going for you to keep me interested for a long, long time!” JJ grabbed Ron’s right hand and pulled it into his crotch again. “See what just talkin’ about it does to me? This could be a very, VERY long evening…!”

“Damn, I hope it is…! So…you like white guys in their 40s…how old are you?”

“Twenty-seven…”

“Hell, you’re just a kid…I’ve got nineteen years on you…forty-six!”

“Perfect!”

“You’re kiddin’ me, right…I mean – a hot young fuck like you goin’ for a guy almost twenty years older…you must really like ‘aged white meat’!”

“Can’t get enough of it…trust me, I been around enough to know what I like – and you qualify…if you didn’t, I’d have blown you off in a heartbeat at the ‘Hardwood’ the other night.”

They pulled into the gated first floor parking garage of a converted warehouse. “I got a loft on the top floor – overlooks the city…think you’re gonna like it…!” They took a reconditioned freight elevator to the forth floor. Rod unlocked the heavy metal sliding door to his loft