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Part Nine
At the Weather channel's studio, Jim Cantori was still thinking about the mean fuck he threw up Anderson Cooper's ass even a week later. The two had met up a few more times since for some deep fucking, but Cantori was throwing a boner at his desk, hungry for some ass-pussy.
"Hey Cantori," Adam Berg glanced in Cantori's office with a grin.
Cantori looked up abruptly and moved his hands away from the hard-on raging in his slacks. Fortunately, Berg couldn't see behind the desk. "What's up?"
"We'll be co anchoring tonight." Berg replied in good nature.
"Great," Cantori nodded absently.
"Yeah dude," Berg grinned again. "I'm looking forward to it as well."
Cantori smiled politely and expected to Berg to wander back down the hall to his own office, but Berg stepped further in the office.
"Was there something else?" Cantori was annoyed with the intrusion now.
He wanted to be alone so he could jerk off a load.
Berg turned to close the door and Cantori noted the hot little blonde twink's bubble butt clearly through the confines of the blonde's slacks. Berg turned back to Cantori and Cantori quickly averted his gaze. He'd always prided himself on keeping things at the studio professional. Berg moved to the desk and plopped down on the edge.
"Heard about the wild time you had in Florida," Berg noted.
"Wild time," just what had the hot little number been told.
"The hurricane," Berg elaborated.
Cantori nodded but couldn't concentrate, too occupied by the luscious curve of Berg's butt cheek pressed atop his desk.
"I heard it was really rough. Of course," Berg's eyes drifted over Cantori's muscular frame, "I heard you handled it quite well."
"Yeah," Cantori nodded. The hot little number was eating Cantori up with his eyes and making no secret of it. Cantori was beginning to have a new appreciation for Berg. "So?" Cantori pressed.
"Sooooo," Berg elongated, "I thought you might like to run over our lines together."
"Lines hell," Cantori sneered. "Why don't you run over this." Cantori lowered the zip on his slacks and hauled out his hard cock.
Berg ran the tip of his tongue along his lips, gazing hungrily at Cantori's boner. He'd wanted to take a ride on the stud since the day he began with the Weather Channel. Cantori was larger than Berg and could force him to do anything but at this moment Berg needed little incentive.
Berg stood while Cantori pushed his chair back from the desk. Berg walked around into between Cantori's outstretched legs and fell to his knees. With a cute grin on his face, he scooted in close.
"Come on," Cantori urged. "Suck it!"
Berg lifted his hands and gripped the pulsing shaft at the base. Bending his head, he took the bulbous head between his lips and was immediately rewarded by a trickle of pre-cum against the tip of his tongue.
"Mmmmmm," Berg lapped it, simultaneously increasing the suction on the cock head.
"Yeahhhhhh," Cantori leaned back in the chair. "That's it cock sucker. Work that pretty little mouth.
Berg watched Cantori's face as he slid his lips farther along the thick shaft. He ran his tongue along the veiny shaft as he sucked harder and his nose finally rubbed Cantori's trimmed brown pubes. Cantori bucked his hips and Berg made a gurgling sound as his throat muscles relaxed around the shaft.
"Mmmmm," Cantori grinned. "You are a good little cock sucker."
Berg released the suction a bit and slid his lips back up the shaft a bit before taking it all the way down again with a loud snort. Spittle seeped from between his lips and Cantori's shaft and ran down Berg's chin. He slurped louder, running the tip of his tongue along one pulsing vein.
"Nice," Cantori bucked again, "as this is." He pushed Berg from his cock reluctantly. "I've got a more pressing need."
Berg frowned and looked up at Cantori.
"Awwww, cute puppy dog look," he teased. "Don't worry bitch. Stand up and take those pants off." He instructed. "I want to see that pretty little ass."
Berg grinned broadly and quickly complied. As Berg slipped his pants down his legs, Cantori chuckled. Berg wasn't wearing any underwear and his round bubble butt was offered up to his hot gaze. "No underwear?" Cantori chuckled louder. "You planned this didn't you?"
Berg grinned slyly. "I hoped...." he shrugged.
"You little cock tease." Cantori pushed him down across the desk top, the pretty little creamy ass up and poised. Cantori stroked his hard cock with one hand and swatted one of Berg's cheeks with the other.
"Ooooooo," Berg wiggled his butt at the stinging strike.
"That's nothing," Cantori promised as he moved closer. Spitting in the palm of his hand, Cantori worked it along his shaft until it was shining under the office halogen lights. He then spit a bit more and worked it along Berg's crack.
"Ugh," Berg released a sigh as Cantori moved a finger deep within his hole. Berg clenched his sphincter muscles around the stroking digit.
"Don't work so hard on this," Cantori reprimanded. "I have something much bigger you need to worry about."
Berg nodded. "Give it to me stud."
Cantori removed his finger and gripped his cock. He nudged the cock head along Berg's butt crack. "Oh, I'll give it," Cantori thrust hard.
"Ughhhhhhhh," Berg grunted with a wince.
"to youuuuuuu," Cantori completely as he burrowed completely within the tight twitching hole.
Berg clenched around the shaft, bucking back.
"Yeahhhhhhhh," Cantori gripped Berg's hips. "Work that ass!"
Berg wiggled and rubbed along the shaft that was thrusting and stretching his hole. Cantori had the biggest cock he could remember taking in a long time, but he wasn't going to shy away from it."
"Deeper!" he grunted.
"Yeah!" Cantori rocked on the balls of his feet, his thighs slapping loudly against Berg's bubble butt.
"Harder!" Berg gripped the edge of the desk and spread his legs a bit to allow the stud deeper access to his boi pussy.
"Take it!" Cantori thrust harder shaking the desk. He slammed again and again, the desk actually moving a bit across the room at his powerful strokes.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Berg bit his lip as the shaft rubbed his rectum walls. Berg's hard cock was rubbing between his torso and the desk top leaving a trickle of pre-cum on the wood. He'd lick it up later. At that moment his butt was hungry for Cantori's load.
In the hall way outside, meteorologist Carl Parker was walking by Cantori's door. He'd just taken a piss in the john and would have jerked off but he was hornier than that. He'd planned on cornering Adam Berg again and fucking the hell out of the hungry little bottom when the sound of muffled groans and grunts caught his attention. He stopped and looked at Jim Cantori's closed office door. A few more louder groans emanated from the door. He grinned. Cantori was no doubt nailing Berg's hungry little ass. There weren't too many studs in the station who hadn't drilled that hungry little hole. Carl was about to walk away but his throbbing boner paused hesitation.
Hell; Cantori wouldn't mind it if they tag teamed Berg. He grinned confidently and entered the office without preamble. Berg was spread eagle on his stomach on the desk top while Cantori pounded his ass. Cantori acknowledged him a nod of his head but continued to fuck.
"Hungry....little...slut....." Cantori grunted between deep thrusts.
"Real," Parker closed the door and pulled out his hard cock as he moved closer. "Real hungry," he concurred stroking his cock. Berg obediently opened his mouth. Parker grabbed him by the head and thrust his cock down Berg's sucking hungry mouth. "Yeahhhhh," Parker sighed, "cock sucker!" Parker thrust forward and Berg snorted and gulped.
Cantori continued to pound Berg's reddened ass. His balls slapped loudly against those clenched muscular cheeks. Berg squeezed harder with each thrust, the friction against the walls of his rectum eliciting a greater flood of pre-cum from his own cock rubbed between his flat stomach and the desk top.
"Fuck!" Cantori wailed. Parker looked up at him briefly before gripping Berg's head more tightly and thrusting down the twink's throat harder.
"I......I'm gonna.....shoottttttttt!" Cantori growled just as his cock jerked up Berg's butt and expelling a rush of thick cum up the tight little hole. "Ughhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh," his fingers dug roughly into the flesh at Berg's hips. His cocked pumped and pumped the heavy load and Berg's butt muscles milked it dry. "Yeah!" Cantori threw his head back as the cum subsided and the tension eased from his body.
"Get......ready....for another.....load....bitch," Parker chanted between gritted teeth as his balls slapped against Berg's chin. Parker's balls tightened. He gripped Berg's head and held the blonde to his cock. "Fuckkkkkkkk!!!!!!!" Parker's body tensed and his cock erupted a molten load of spoog against the back of Berg's hungry drinking throat. "Drink.....ittttttttttttt!" Parker gasped as the heavy load continued unabated. "Fuck yeahhhhhhh!!!"
Berg clenched his butt to hold all of Cantori's spoog in him while he gulped down every drop of Parker's load. Berg was silently pleased with himself. The two loads would certainly hold him over......until....lunch.
"And now your locals on the eight! Hurricane Stella is causing havoc on the gulf coast. The state of Florida has issued a severe storm weather advisory......"
Anderson Cooper switched off the hotel room TV. Hell; he was trapped down in Florida another week. He'd expected to back in Atlanta in the CNN headquarters by now so that he could put together the story on the secret sex files he'd been given by an unknown source. Now he was trapped with nothing to do.....nothing that is.....he looked at the stack of folders and files upon the desk in the room. Cooper shrugged. At least he could stroke away the time. He chuckled as he walked to the desk and picked up a folder. The sexy muscular anchor was still nude. He'd been as such since the minute he started reading the hot file contents. Cooper sprawled down upon the bed and glanced at the folder tab.
to be continued......