Cockard and Buttman were killing time in their office when a large matron in a floral dress and lurid hat walked in. They quickly snapped to attention. A customer usually meant money and sex, which were their two favourite things in the world.
'How may we help?' asked Cockard in his most polite, most seductive tones.
'My son recently told me that he is one of those...home boy.' Mrs Malard replied.
'Home boys?' enquired Buttman.
'You know...he says he is a hommie, a hommie sexual.'
'Aah yes, and so are we.' replied Cockard.
'Good.' she said. 'What I want is for you guys to show me just what exactly two guys do together. I just can't get my head around it.'
'Certainly madam, it would be our pleasure.' replied Cockard as he put the closed sign up in the window and ushered her into the back office, where they kept a bed.
Although Cockard and Buttman were business partners and not lovers, they were not averse to getting it on together every now and then, especially if they were being paid to do so. They told Mrs Malard to have a seat and then began their little show.
Buttman took Cockard into his arms and hugged him close. Mrs Malard's face was fairly neutral as she watched the younger, chunkier blonde guy hug the older, slimmer dark haired handsome man. The pair hugged and kissed for a good ten minutes and she was beginning to think there wasn't too much to write home about. But then Cockard slid down onto his knees and started to tug at the fly of Buttman's suit pants. She watched in eager anticipation as Buttman's pants were lowered revealing his thick club of a cock, already fully erect and pointing up at the ceiling. Below hung a pair of heavy nuts and she gasped softly as Cockard buried his face in Buttman's crotch and started licking his nuts.
Cockard slid his hands up and down Buttman's warm, stocky thighs. It had been a long time since he had made out with Buttman and he was making the most of this opportunity. His hands slid higher up Buttman's thighs, onto his beefy butt and after massaging his solid, meaty mound for a while Cockard slid his hand into Buttman's warm crack. Buttman's eyes were closed and he sighed gently as Cockard's finger teased around his hungry hole. Mrs Malard watched Cockard withdraw his finger and lick it and then slide it back into Buttman's ass crack. Cockard groaned out loud as his spit wet finger slid into Buttman's warm butthole. He gently finger fucked his business partner as he continued to slurp away at his beercan of a cock.
'That's just disgusting!' Mrs Malard spat, but she could not look away.
Her eyes were locked onto the sight of this lustful man mating. She told herself that she ought to be disgusted but in reality she was so turned on she could hardly think straight. They made her clapped out husband look about as erotic as a wet rag. These raging bulls of gay men had far more testosterone that the old fart had ever had.
Cockard turned Buttman around and made him bend over the bed. She watched in amazement as Cockard parted those beefy butt cheeks and buried his face right in the other guys ass and ate it out like he was eating a pussy. The stocky blonde moaned like some cheap porno actor as his partner teased his love knot with his wet, snake like tongue. Buttman's asshole tingled as his nerve endings went into overdrive. Every now and then Cockard would stop licking to slide a finger into Buttman's chute. Mrs Malard got down on her knees by the side of the bed to get a good view of the action. She could see Buttman's hand working on his thick club and wished that Mr Malard was so generously endowed.
Cockard stood up and undressed. Mrs Malard quickly drank in the beauty of his longer, more slender man spear and toned body. He really was a handsome devil; it was just a pity that he was not meat for her mouth. She watched Cockard reposition Buttman on his back on the bed and lift his legs into the air. Cockard went back to rimming Buttman's ass and she decided that he must be doing a hell of a job because she could see a long drool of precum leaking from Buttman's cock onto his belly.
Cockard stood up and reached for a bottle under the bed. He applied a dollop of lube to his cock and worked another dollop into Buttman's ass. Then he flipped Buttman over onto his belly so that his beautiful fleshy rump was now ready for penetration.
'You are never going to do what I think you're going to do!' Mrs Malard screeched, and hoped to hell that he would.
She felt faint with lustful desire as she watched Cockard slide his slender cock into Buttman's ass. The big man moaned softly and wriggled about on the bed. He seemed as happy as a pig in shit, and she envied him. If only once Mr Malard would take control and give it to her this way. Wow! She had to fight the urge to slip a hand into her big bloomers and tease her hairy gash. Cockard was fully into his fuck now, pulling all the way out and slamming all the way home. Both Cockard and Buttman were using the most filthy, disgusting language as they urged each other on. It really was too much for the poor woman.
'Boys! I'll double your fee if you cum on my tits.' she cried.
It was the magic sentence. Cockard pulled out of Buttman's ass and both men were on their feet in seconds. They stood on either side of her and started stroking as she lowered her dress and freed her huge melons from the confines of her bra. The thought of those so very easily earned dollars got both men fired up and they were soon panting so hard they drowned out her orders that they jizz her up good. Cockard let fly first, shooting a huge, thick load onto her left tit. Seconds later Buttman offloaded his equally large squirt of cock cream onto her right tit. She greedily rubbed the fresh cream into her jugs while the men started to dress.
Mrs Malard handed over the amount she promised and then tucked herself back into her dress.
'What's your son's name?' asked Cocakrd.
'Son?' she asked. 'Oh that...I don't have a son. I just wanted to see two hot studs get it on together.'
She blew them a kiss and left their office, still reeking of freshly milked man milk.
Copyright 2005 Tom Deapen www.mantales.com