Flip and Trey Chapter 3
Trey woke me up early. He told me he was going to chat with Momma on the porch, as she enjoyed her initial cup of coffee. He explained that Daddy wouldn't expect them until ten. He donned a comfy shirt and the pajama pants he'd left nearby, then left without making a sound or even brushing his distinct red locks. I was astonished by how alluring he appeared, even in an old tee and with messy hair.
He fetched a cup of coffee-laden with cream and sugar, a staple for any Southern resident, and ventured to one of the rocking chairs. He found Momma sipping her beverage and gazing out at their lawn which used to be filled with crops. This was one of her favorite times of the day as the light mist lifted and the sun's beams pierced the rows of trees. The mockingbirds serenaded their surroundings with imitations of the melodies from various birds, a trait that earned her her moniker.
"Good morning, Momma. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you, Trey. And so did you." He was startled as her eyes glinted, offering a hint that she knew far more than she was letting on. It struck him that she was well-aware of his situation, and he had better prepare for more than casual conversation. He was aware that there was no point in trying to mislead a psychic Momma. "When did you plan on telling me about the gorgeous guy you invited over....to your bedroom? You certainly have a knack for picking 'em, son."
Trey hesitated before replying, "We've been together for almost a year now. I'm madly in love with Flip. He's certainly a keeper." He wasn't sure whether he anticipated a dispute or a lively exchange, but he relaxed and waited for her to speak.
"I can see how much you love him. What's not to adore? He's ruggedly handsome, he has a superb physique, he's well-known, but does he share the same feelings for you? I don't want to see you shattered, son."
Trey was stunned, relieved that her reaction was positive. "I believe he does. He's told me as much. And, oh boy, we're compatible in many ways."
Having finished his sentence, he expected an inquiry over his reply, but instead, his mother shifted her topic. "I've known about your beau for a few years now. I initialy sensed it when you were a senior in high school. The entire neighborhood wanted to know what was wrong with their daughters when you didn't make a move after the second date. I've delved into all sorts of explanations to protect you. Trey, you didn't answer my question. Does he adore you too?"
"Yes, I think he does. He's voiced his affection several times. We're also phenomenal in bed. He's got a toned physique; he knows how to handle his body; and, he's got some skills."
She cut him off mid-sentence, "I'm certain I don't need to hear anymore details about that, son. Your father and I are familiar with the mechanics of it. If you adore him and he adores you, that's all that matters."
"However, what's the opinion of dear old Dad?"
"You know what his response will be. He'll do whatever I command. It doesn't mean I'm satisfied. I'm terrified for you, Trey. I've seen many unhappy males who fail to develop a family."
"This life isn't as rough in New York as it would be in Mobile. Besides, I didn't choose it. I'm simply me. And yes, I'm here to assist. I can't operate the factories. I can't be my true self by staying here. And we both realize that technological advancements have passed Daddy by. The business hasn't flourished in ages. He still keeps it open due to dedicated customers and veteran workers. I wish to be the last Maguire to shepherd this company to its doom-or to sell it to the Chinese."
"But that's the reason we're here. To assess if an idea we've considered can help. If it does, I'm prepared to take action. That doesn't indicate I'm abandoning you and Daddy. I desire to be part of this family. Furthermore, Flip has essentially adopted us. I sincerely hope you'll accept him as well. I do adore him, Momma."
Trey, it might seem a bit cliche, but if he chooses you and both of you are happy together, than we'll be delighted for him. I'm merely sorry you won't experience the same joy of having a family that I've experienced.
We've discussed it, and we're considering surrogates or adoption if the society allows it.
It's great that you'll be in the North, Trey. I wouldn't have thought I'd ever utter those words. At least in the North, people are more tolerant. You couldn't do it in Alabama. And that's a shame.
Trey, go wake up that Northerner. I'll make you some of my renowned biscuits.
With bacon, Momma. He adores bacon. Oh, and Momma, he's not a Northerner. He hails from Hanover, Texas. That's even more southern than where we are.
Momma, I can recognize a Northerner when I see one. Birthplace doesn't matter that much. Being Southern is more about state of mind and where you place yourself, not where you're born. I hope you'll always remain Southern. I'm hoping that you two will always be Southern. I think Southerners tend to be happier. Even if we have to live in exile in the North due to the bigotry of so many of our neighbors.
I was in the kitchen when they arrived. I had caught most of the conversation, and I was grinning. The family situation was no longer an issue. "What can I assist you with, Ma'am?"
"Don't give me any of that 'Ma'am' nonsense. 'Momma' is fine." And she smiled so delightfully at me that I felt joyful within. Then Trey wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. And just when Jack walked in.
"What have I missed? Why am I the one who's last to find out everything in my own house?"
"Jack Maguire, you're fully aware that this is MY house. And we'll share the information when we're ready."
"I'm sorry, Momma. Can I help with anything or should I return to my room?"
Breakfast was a feast - and surprisingly long lasting, unlike what one might anticipate in New York. Sometimes there were extended periods of silence as people savored the flavors of the biscuits, the gravy, and the bacon. God, I still get aroused just thinking about the smell of bacon, reminding me of when Trey used bacon grease on me. The sight of his fingers covered in bacon grease was enough to give me an orgasm. No doubt Momma and maybe Dad noticed what was swirling in my head.
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We headed upstairs to change. But, I was almost there when it came. Trey pushed me to the edge of the bed and knelt between my legs. He attacked my cock with fervor, sucking, swirling, delving his tongue into my slit. This time, he didn't tease me.His index finger, followed by another, pushed firmly against my prostate. "Fuck, boy. I'm done for. You've taken me over the edge in less than a minute. Don't you ever tire?" Luckily, he couldn't respond. I was given a full erection and immediately ejaculating. In two minutes flat, he drained me. "Fuck Trey, I needed that. You'll have yours later, I swear."
And then we headed to the plant. It was close by, and when we approached it, I questioned how spotless and contemporary gear could be produced at such a hellishly old and forsaken facility. The plant was massive, spanning alongside a sacrificial railroad track, with little windows and minimal paintwork, and a brilliant (new) metal roof adorned with exhaust vents. Maguire Lighting is still a recognizable name in the electrical contracting sector, but I'm confident that none of the clients or the employees had ever seen this place. Photos of the facilities were not used in the catalog or product packaging. QA was a given, and in their case, a legend, but how did they accomplish it with this place?
We walked inside, and Jack and Trey were greeted by aged workers they'd known for years. An ancient, silver-haired scarecrow served as the secretary-assistant, guarding the suite of executive offices. We entered Jack's large office, and moments later she brought in coffee and trays of sweet treats. (How do these guys maintain their weight?)
It didn't take long to go over the idea. Trey had put together a basic presentation that outlined the demand, potential products to meet that demand with some simple sketches, and a rough business plan. His enthusiasm was contagious, and everyone was on board. "Son, there's a market waiting to be tapped - intelligent lighting that responds to needs. That could be us!"
Jack appreciated the enthusiasm but questioned the logistics. "We can't manufacture this ourselves. We've shifted to simply being a warehouse with some assembly capabilities. Our wi-fi receivers even come from Taiwan. We're not manufacturers anymore, and we don't have the needed distribution network or sales force for a new product line."
Without missing a beat, Trey came up with a solution. "Dad, we've been turning away the Taiwanese companies for years. They can manufacture, either there or here, if we ask. I'm ready to bring together the technology and the marketing team. My friends from Alabama and Auburn would be thrilled to join in something new and exciting. And I've even spoken with a Wall Street banker who's convinced he can make it happen."
However, Trey raised a crucial question. "Dad, are you willing to consider sharing management and ownership?"
Jack paused, holding back his emotions. "Trey, we haven't had that talk yet. I want you by my side. I want to give you a legacy, not just for you but for your sisters too. This business is struggling. I know it. Some others know it. We have determination and valuable land. However, we're out of ideas. If this is something you're passionate about, I'll support you all the way." He gave Trey a hug, deeply moved by his son's initiative.
Flip, on the other hand, jumped into the conversation. "Jack, I support Trey. I'm an actor, but I've got experience in practical theater. I believe I can help bring the idea to reality. I can guide the creators on what's needed and what's possible. I'm committed."
The next step was clear to Jack: "I assume the next step is meeting with that Wall Street banker. Song Ye and his team are supposed to visit next week. I've been stalling. I know they'd want to buy me out. They've been trying for years. Should we meet them in New York? I'd like to hear your perspective, Flip. You seem to have a better understanding of this concept."
Trey elucidated the idea, and it quickly clicked with Jack. Current lighting systems were limited with pre-set colors, dimming, fading, and swiveling. These were all controlled by motorized wi-fi from a computer terminal. "We need to develop a moving light system that can be placed on tracks or grids. It should be able to rotate, adjust intensity, and think for itself. It can only work with a micro-GPS system paired with micro-dots on the actors for automatic, learned tracking. We need to have semi-skilled techs for installing and repairing the system. The old wired clamps and girders in some theaters won't be useful."
Jack understood instantly, and his expression lit up. "The lights need to be motorized, flexible, and possibly with long-life batteries for self-dependency on electricity. They should be smart, self-contained system. This would provide the maximum flexibility, allowing a computer tech to create a custom AI program for each performance to reduce mistakes and the number of required techs."
Trey's technical skills combined with his financial and cooperative assurance perfectly aligned. By the end of the morning, we were prepared for a factory tour - but not until we joined the team for lunch at the canteen. Every day, Jack made it a point to eat with his colleagues. He introduced both of us when we entered and publicly referred to me as Trey's boyfriend, not "best friend." No one missed the subtle difference.
I learned later that Brent had a significant influence on this whole project. He was proficient in international collaborative projects similar to this one. And he was ecstatic that the first application of the new product was Broadway. We had a strong ally - and a promoter. Both of us trusted him with our lives.
We experienced a few more pleasant days (and warmer nights) in Mobile. I played an unremarkable game of golf and a slightly better one of tennis on slow grass courts. Trey, without doubt, was exceptional at both. I couldn't fathom how attractive he was in his sweaty intensity. Sex was a must after each set! And Trey's confidence levels soared as he identified himself more as an entrepreneur than a techie, thriving in his natural environment. His confidence turned him into a tiger. He was a dominant lover, thrusting hard, taking charge, finishing me with a creamy afterthought. I could literally see the alpha in his eyes. A look from him was enough for me to drop and wait for his attack. Sometimes, I struggled just to walk.
Momma enlisted the help of three of her sisters who were still at home, crafting a restaurant menu of soul food. Had she been given another few days, she would have thrown us a grand wedding - a "shower" beyond compare. Nobody in Mobile would dare challenge her plans! She was gleeful for Trey and me.
We returned to New York on Thursday. I would be back in rehearsals the next day and perform on stage that evening - concluding my time in Oklahoma!.
Trey was eager to meet with Brent and set everything in motion. He knew that ideas like his had potential - anyone could create the product and out-market them. Patent protection seemed unnecessary - even if we could afford the cost. With technology advancing in just a blink of an eye, it's relatively simple to "work around" a patent. So, the plan was to swiftly move forward, establish a production line and marketing, and establish ourselves as the market leaders. Maguire's reputation would help a lot.
Eventually, everything came together without my input. Rehearsals devoured all my hours - as did vocal courses. I had thirteen hours of performances daily. With just one more week on Broadway - and me wanting to leave the role triumphant, my Facebook supporters skyrocketed, and I knew ticket sales were primarily my fans flocking to see me perform in my last couple of shows.
In the end, Brent and Trey worked on the details. The Taiwanese traveled to New York, and Jack, who stayed with Evie, was less than thrilled. By the closing of the week, we had a business strategy, started gathering engineering and computing teams, inked a Memorandum of Understanding with Taiwanese, and engineers were working on refurbishing the Mobile plant. The Taiwanese would assemble critical components, yet final assembly would happen in Mobile. The corporate headquarters and marketing drive would transpire in New York - to capitalize on the theatre industry. Brent was already on a search for a London partner.
I was extremely fatigued all the time. Rehearsals, beginning from early morning, were for ALW to "observe" on zoom from London until (our) mid afternoon. Then there were the voice classes. And, of course, the performance. I was essentially performing for sixteen to eighteen hours daily.
I adored the role of the Phantom. In this production, the Phantom isn't on stage much, yet his deep voice envelops the theater for so much of the time, and his actions significantly impact the plot. In the prequel, it was all about me - my opera career, the unexpected disruption, hospital and "pity" sequences, the romantic connection with Christine, and the culminating explosion of rage when she also abandons me. By the end, society and misfortune transformed me into a criminal, with a weak spot for Christine. I had seven distinct parts - two of which were duets. And the director desired acrobatics, so I was active on stage - even flying on prop ropes toward the end. For him, the Phantom is characterized by his superhuman abilities in aerial movement, driven by an intense interior rage.
Christine was delightful and engaging, with a stunning voice ideal for Broadway. There was an abundance of supporting actors - Japanese and military performers (for the first act, Butterfly), terrorists, doctors, pals, and opera house "executives". However, as the narrative unfolded, the cast reduced to just us two.
The music featured recurring motifs, with each section marked by these themes. My tune was a wonderfully romantic adaptation of Puccini's love theme from Butterfly, which Sharpless, the tenor, sings on his "wedding day" to Butterfly. As we all knew, this marriage was a lie and concluded in disaster, as Sharpless and his "real" wife arrive to take his son from the heartbroken Butterfly, who then takes her own life. The melody required modification - from a tenor to a baritone; nonetheless, it was one of Puccini's best. I adored it and even hummed it in the shower often. (I suspect I was messing with Trey's head as he's not an opera fan; he's more interested in football and soccer.)
Just like usual, the musicologist ALW couldn't be content and altered many aspects daily. Rice, on the other hand, was a madman attempting to repeatedly adjust the lyrics. But gradually, we reached an acceptable script. (ALW became enraged whenever someone suggested that something was "fine." It had to be brilliant!)
The first act setting of the play shifted through various war zones, eventually culminating in an unnamed, yet clearly Asian country. The soldier transformed into an airman. This approach retained the Asian angle while showcasing the highly violent US war protests but avoided direct comparison with Miss Saigon. (Which was never mentioned, we were reminded repeatedly not to mention it.) Nonetheless, using Butterfly as the inspiration would create several comparisons. ALW was confident that his reputation would triumph. And so was I. The music had magic. All of us knew that we were creating a massive hit.
The team selected the name "Erik," the first (and nearly unrecognized) title of the Phantom star. I thought it was a cop-out, but ultimately, what choice do I have? In the first two minutes of the musical, the audience would immediately identify Phantom and Butterfly, but continually be reminded of ALW's genius and creativity.
The opening evening was set for January 7, followed by a champagne gala for all the high society.
While this progressed, work was continuing on the Maguire project. Brent had arranged for a Special Purpose Vehicle (SPV) with Maguire and Song Electronics as the general partners. The LPs contributed a significant sum. Equipment was arriving from Taiwan for both the Mobile and Birmingham factories, and Song's Taiwanese operation was retooling. The computer controls were in Beta testing. Trey was a genius, juggling these needs and deadlines. The objective was to have a demo showcase Off-Broadway by April, with a global launch thereafter - to permit installations before the "new" September seasons in New York and London.
One evening, after finishing performances of Oklahoma! and attending rehearsals all day, I returned home, desperate to have sex with Trey. I was incredibly horny for some reason - it was because I hadn't had sex with him in over 24 hours! I craved something rough, hot and fast. Then maybe even again with a slow entrance from the side. I entered our room and was surprised to find Trey setting up a grid of wires on the king-sized bed. He had hung different lights that he was controlling from a laptop. The lights were just a few feet above the duvet, and he had arranged an array of stuffed animals as "actors." (Trey has a stuffed animal fetish, which I'll explain later. My big, strong athlete partner likes to have these cute toys play with us during our intimate moments.) For me, the lights and bed were a reminder of the studio at Peacock. I didn't want to have sex with Trey under those lights - that part of my career was definitely over. I didn't need a director and three cameramen telling me what to do.
However, I had an idea. I walked into the kitchen and took some bacon out of the fridge. I fried some and cooled the fat, keeping some in a small dish. The smell of bacon gave me an erection. Then, I went back to the room. Trey seemed oblivious to my presence, continuing to adjust the lights while I returned. When he noticed me, though, his surprise was severed by the scent of the bacon and the feeling of my cock rubbing against his backside. He knew exactly what was about to happen.
There was no protest. He couldn't have resisted even if he tried. My hands were already in his pants, playing with his dick. He turned to kiss me, saying, "I've always wanted to try the back of that new couch, Flip," as we walked into the living room together. He pulled down his pants and bent over, spreading his legs in expectation. I was turned on by his dimpled backside as he smiled with desire.
I smeared the grease on the cup over my nose, and then inserted it into him. He started to moan. When he realised what I was using for lube, he laughed. "Damn, even us southern boys can be versatile!" I held him tightly, pushing inside him. He enjoyed my comfortable position as my cock filled him. I stroked him softly to bring him up to speed with me. Then, as his complexion darkened and his eyes filled with passion, I withdrew, turned him around, and re-entered him, enthusiastically riding him like a koala bear on a eucalyptus tree.
I was worried about hurting him, but his bouncing showed that he wanted even more depth. My cock dripped with my seed between our bodies. I called out my impending orgasm while tightening my legs and pushing deeper within him. He clung to me tightly as I cummed inside him. We collapsed onto the sofa, holding each other tight while we both recovered.
"I guess we're having take-out tonight. But where will we sleep? The spare bedroom only has a lumpy old sofa."
"No problem. We're invited to have dinner with Brent and Kirk. I already called to book a room. I don't think I'll be able to remove it in less than a day."
We cuddled and kissed for a long time. I was hard again, and since we were already embracing each other, I pushed him around. I was definitely ready for another round. His ass was still wet and I could still smell the bacon mixed with my cum. I pushed his leg forward and slid behind him, pressing my cock against his entrance. He reacted quickly and hard, almost throwing me off the sofa. If I had fallen, I would have taken him with me. But I quickly regained my footing and entered him smoothly, assisted by the lubrication and gravity. He was so hot and snug. Fuck, I loved being inside this man.
Gliding along at a leisurely pace, I sensed him stiffening (not just his member) and getting ready for a fantastic time. We were going to balance on the edge of ecstasy until we were ready to unleash the chaos within. As my body conformed to his back, our lower halves gyrated in sync. Then, I felt my equipment nudged by a forceful internal contraction. I positioned him face-down and attempted to reach my desired depth. Trey howled from sheer bliss. My hand was taken control by his shaft's spasms, and a finger could detect wetness forming around the eggy tip. Just one more thrust, and I erupted. Then he climaxed and engaged his anal grip even more tightly. A few subsequent jets of honey and we came to a halt, enveloped in sweat and pheromones.
Here, I could easily stay. A bed? Who the hell needed one when there was a guy like this below me? But Trey reminded us that we had to shower. With displeasure, we rose and made our way to the main bathroom. Despite my continuing tremendous erection.
TBC BD
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