Library of Alexandria
Chapter 8
Mr. Asquith, Michael, and John rode in one limousine along with a driver and security person. The other limousine contained the three researchers, a driver, and security person. They arrived at the Asquith estate without incident and drove through the gates to be deposited at the front door. The butler opened the door and smiled to the people alighting from the limos. Mr. Asquith turned to the group and said, "Take the rest of the afternoon off. You've earned it. That includes the security people and the drivers," he concluded. "And dress down for dinner. It's too hot to stand on protocol tonight. I expect to see everyone in summer wear appropriate for a hot day. This includes the drivers and security people here."
Michael and John walked back to their suite of rooms and showered. It had been a hot day and they'd been sweaty under the bright lights of the concert hall. After they'd dried off, Michael nuzzled John's neck and suggested that they should take advantage of their down time. John looked into the mirror and into his husband's eyes. "You have something nefarious in mind?"
"Only raping and pillaging," Michael smiled.
"You can't rape the willing," John rejoined. "And I'm looking forward to the pillaging."
They rolled into bed with Michael lying atop John as they kissed. The passion escalated until Michael turned around and commenced sucking John's hard, black dick. John returned the favor, eliciting pleasurable noises from Michael. Less than a minute later, John was warning his bed partner that he was going to blow his load down Michael's throat. Michael paused just long enough to assure John that he was about to blast his load, too.
Seconds later, strangled cries of joy punctuated the slurping noises they made around each other's hard dick. More cries of pleasure filled the room as their climaxes rolled on and on. Even as their dicks had stopped firing baby sauce into each other's mouth, they didn't stop sucking on the hard phallus they'd just pleasured.
Michael broke away a few minutes later and pushed his tongue up John's ass, pressing into the dark hole some of John's load. John moaned at the lingual contact on his sensitive rosebud. "Don't even think about stopping that," John croaked as Michael worked his long tongue up the black man's tight sphincter. Both men were champion ass eaters, so they provided maximum joy to each other for several more minutes.
This time, it was John who couldn't continue eating out Michael's ass. His long, thick, dark dick was throbbing and jerking, leaking copious quantities of precum. Michael could read the cues and begged John to ravish him. "Fuck me, now!" he pled. "I need a big load in my ass and you're the only one who can deliver a huge load from a monster dick." He pulled his legs into his chest and then spread his ass for John to skewer him.
John didn't need urging. In one smooth motion, he entered Michael and slid all the way in. He made his dick jerk hard when he was deeply seated. "You love it deep, Baby?"
"You know I do. Fuck me to death!" Michael urged. "Use those long, deep strokes that we both love." John did his best to give Michael what he wanted. He kept the pace slow to prevent an early climax, but it wasn't easy. He had to stop several times to prevent a flood of sperm jetting from his horse dick into Michael's eager ass tunnel.
"Stop or I'll shoot!" John hoarsely croaked. "Your ass is milking me again."
Michael smiled, but did stop working his ass muscles on John's obsidian breeding pole. It was almost too late. John felt his dick tingle and jerk hard. One pulse of cream jetted from his thick dick and sprayed deeply inside Michael. Two weaker jerks followed, but he didn't climax. However, he could feel the results in the thick juice that now heavily lubricated the deep tunnel that he was fucking. John slowed his pace more, but to stop the impending climax, he would have had to pull out. He couldn't do that. This felt too good to stop.
"Gonna NUTT!" John exploded. The warning was already too late. As he uttered the first syllable, his climax sparked a tsunami of man cream in heavy jets, one after another, filling Michael's love tunnel. John ceased long-dicking Michael's ass and slammed hard into the Italian's ass and humped furiously, each thrust attempting to go deeper than the last one. His mind was so overwhelmed with the pleasure of breeding his husband that he lost track of how many times his dick erupted in another spasm of dick gravy.
Michael had counted, though: nine big jerks, each one jetting baby batter into him. He felt John's dick jerk again and again with echoes of sprayed jizz into his thirsty ass. He loved getting fucked by that thick, long, black dick. But, he enjoyed getting his ass bred by all that sweet cream even more. As John's climax waned, Michael grabbed his husband's ass and held him tightly against his muscled, Italian ass. John never failed to fill him up with cream and give his ass as much pleasure as it could handle. Far too often, though, that kind of action on his ass made him spray his own load between them. He was lucky that it didn't happen this time, but it was a close thing.
John's big dick slowly decreased in size and hardness, slithering out a couple of minutes later. He rolled away, but raised his legs in imitation of what Michael had done. "You have something in mind?" Michael smiled as he pushed his lover's legs harder into the dark chest beneath him. "Be careful what you ask for," he smirked.
"I need a big load of Italian sauce in my black ass," John smiled up at him. "And you have the best sauce I've ever feasted on with my ass." He grabbed Michael's ass and pulled him quickly up his black hole. "Yeah, that's what I need: a big dick and a good breeding."
Michael didn't attempt to hold back his climax. After John had filled his ass, he knew that his dick was right on the edge of a climax. With the added friction of a tight ass caressing his thick, Italian meat, there was no hope for anything other than a short ride and a monster climax. If he hadn't already shot a load in John's mouth earlier, he'd have sprayed his load while John was fucking him. But, that earlier load couldn't stop his current need to breed his husband's deep, black ass.
With a grimace of pleasure, Michael jetted a big load up John's hole. John felt every jerk of the Italian's big dick as he was filled with creamy jizz. He'd had several men fuck him, but no one could do it like Michael could. It was that inexplicable combination of a big dick, a thick, creamy load of vast quantity, and a great kisser. He'd had several black dicks up his ass that were bigger than Michael's, but none of them could fuck him like Michael could. And none of them could take his horse dick without screaming. He'd met his match with this amazing man.
They napped for an hour before getting up. They headed for the shower again, but couldn't resist each other and wound up in bed again, swapping breeding sessions. It was almost like when they'd first met. They wanted to be a part of each other nearly every minute. If their tongues weren't working up their husband's butt, their dicks were.
At the dinner hour, they finally were dressed and presentable. Their butts were full of cum, but their breath was fresh. Mr. Asquith held forth on how happy he was with the press conference. Everyone agreed. They especially liked how he had handled the religious conservatives. However, that was a temporary victory. They were sure to hear from the strident, vicious groups with threats and approbations that weren't kind.
"I've been called many names in the past," Mr. Asquith sighed. "And I've received death threats because the small minds couldn't manage facts. This too shall pass. And on a more positive note, I've already received several offers to make this Atlantean history into a movie. Of course, some sort of television mini-series has been suggested, too. But, I don't see television giving it the resources it deserves."
"Have you seen anyone bidding for book rights?" Dr. Steele asked.
"I don't think we'll see that as it is already available to the press," Mr. Asquith answered. "Perhaps, we should think about that or make it available on the internet. It has been copyrighted by the foundation, so we do have publishing rights to it."
"It isn't exactly a page turner," Michael volunteered. "I recommend that you post it on the internet for anyone to download. At some point, though, someone will want to flesh it out and make a real story out of it. That's what you'll need to watch for."
"I'll contact the Foundation lawyers and get them rolling on that," Mr. Asquith agreed. "Meanwhile, enjoy your dinner."
Footmen appeared as if on cue and presented an undressed fruit salad as the first course. Michael and John loved it. They skipped the soup course as they weren't fans of cold soup. The main course was a well-marinated grilled chicken breast with seasonal vegetables on the side. Everyone was so busy with consuming dinner that conversation had been abandoned.
Between the main course and dessert, Michael's right hand strayed into John's crotch where he immediately located the big, black snake tucked tightly in John's walking shorts. He gently rubbed it, getting an instant reaction. John frowned at him, but Michael only smiled. However, John's dick's reaction was not a frown. It began to expand and lengthen down John's left pants leg. They had foregone wearing underwear, deciding to go "commando" in the hot weather. As John's dick got thicker and longer, it snaked down the inside of his left pants leg. Michael encouraged the growth with appropriate squeezes and strokes.
Conversation picked up again between the courses, but John and Michael were concentrating on each other. John moaned quietly at the pleasure Michael's fingers were giving him. Michael merely smiled and joined the conversation when appropriate. And his digital stimulation of John's big dick produced the reward he was seeking. John's phallus slipped out beyond the hem of his walking shorts, exposing the big, black, precum-dripping head for Michael to manipulate even more.
Michael smiled even bigger at his victory. His fingertips were slickly coated with precum now. He raised his fingers to his lips and tasted John's dick dew. John continued to leak precum and Michael harvested and tasted it. Suddenly, John grabbed Michael's hand so that Michael's strokes would stop. He was almost too late. Michael's fingertips were on the head of John's dick when he felt the sudden jerk of John's dick. A big wad of cream jetted into his cupped fingers, followed by two weak ones. Michael smiled knowingly as John held his breath, hoping that his climax could be halted.
"I nearly shot a load on to the floor," John whispered with concern.
"I didn't mean to get you that close," Michael apologized. "I only wanted to make those big nuts of yours make more juice for my ass after dessert," he grinned.
"Oh, your ass is gonna get fucked and filled like never before," John smirked.
Michael brought his creamy fingers up to his mouth and licked them off. No one was paying attention to him, so he savored the buttery texture and sweet flavor of John's discharge. He did love the taste of his husband's spermy loads, but what he really needed was a hard, deep fuck. His butthole twitched at the thought.
John opened his eyes and sighed. "That was too close," he whispered as his need to climax subsided. Michael resumed playing with John's thick, fat dickhead, coaxing it to leak out more precum. Again, John had to stop the stimulation. "And close again," he moaned. "Your Italian ass is going to be overflowing with my load when we get back to our rooms.
"That had better be a promise," Michael smiled sweetly. It was a challenge that John intended to pick up and deliver on.
"You are in such trouble," John whispered. Dessert was presented. It was a selection of sorbets and crispy cookies. When they had finished, John pushed Michael's hand away. "I need to be able to stand up," he warned, "and I can't do that in my current condition. My dick is still leaking and poking out my pants leg." Reluctantly, Michael released John's trouser snake and resumed conversing with his table mates.
They excused themselves from the table, but John held a hand below his crotch. Michael glanced over and smiled. John's long dick had continued to leak precum, leaving a noticeable wet spot at the tip of his dick that had darkened the end of his pants leg. And his dick was still pretty long and hard. Michael smiled even bigger when he thought about how soon that big thing was going to be pounding in and out of his hungry manhole.
As they hurried down the hallway toward their rooms, Michael grabbed at John's big dick again. John smiled and said, "I'm gonna fuck you to death." He slipped his hand down the back of Michael's pants and easily slid a finger down Michael's ass trench. He tapped a big finger against Michael's back door and pressed gently. Michael bent slightly at the waist and welcomed his husband to probe him more deeply. Michael stroked John's dick until it popped out of the leg hole again. They opened the door to their room and walked inside.
Immediately, John began pulling off Michael's clothes as Michael did the same to him. When they were naked, John pushed Michael on to the bed. On his hands and knees, Michael wiggled his ass in John's face. John wasted no time in delving into Michael's depths with his tongue. He'd sampled Michael's ass many times since they'd first met and it never disappointed him. Michael was always eager to get rimmed and eventually fucked. John would do his best to prolong the rimming until Michael was frantic with desire to get fucked. Sometimes it worked. Most of the time, it didn't. John's hard dick would throb and leak precum, jerking and pulsing, hungry to breed the ass he was eating out. It would reach the point where he had to shove his dick up Michael's ass and breed him or his load would spray onto the side of the bed or the sheets without his black dick being touched.
Knowing that he had little time left before his throbbing dick sprayed a load, John rose from his knees and pushed Michael down on to the bed. With Michael stretched out beneath him, John climbed on top. His thick, long dick entered Michael easily. Michael sighed with pleasure as more inches of thick dark meat slid down his love tunnel. He could feel John's heartbeat as the monster dick spread his hungry sperm depository. "You are gonna get so fucked," John murmured in Michael's ear.
"Just deliver on that promise and make it deep," Michael urged.
If the past is prologue to the present, John knew there was little hope of prolonging this session. He pulled out with just the big head still inside Michael and then plunged back in hard and fast. "This what you had in mind?" he asked as he repeated the fucking action. He sped up and slammed repeatedly up Michael's ass.
"Yeah, just like that," Michael sighed. "Fuck that Italian hole. Make it yours!"
John wasn't listening to Michael. He was listening to his building climax, fucking harder and faster. "Gonna blast!" John roared as the initial surge of cum raced out of his long dick and sprayed hard into Michael's welcoming, deep manhole. His dick jerked hard repeatedly, jetting more jizz into Michael's hard ass, filling him up with what he needed and John had promised. Even as his climax waned, John's hips pounded away on Michael's upturned, eager hole. Neither man could get enough.
"Fill me up," Michael pled. "I need your big load to make me pregnant. You have to keep fucking me until we succeed."
John couldn't help himself. He started to laugh at Michael's need to get pregnant. "You think you're fertile enough to take my big load of black baby cream and make a baby?"
"I think you need to keep fucking me until we're sure it doesn't work," Michael smiled over his shoulder. "And don't even think of pulling out until your big nuts are empty."
Not one to ignore the hot Italian's need to be bred, John renewed his deep, hard thrusts into Michael's willing ass. His dick wasn't softening too much yet, so if Michael needed a hard, spermy ride, John was willing to grant his wish. Pounding away on the warm, muscled hole beneath him, John enjoyed the next few minutes of pleasurable breeding, spreading his load along the warm walls of Michael's sweet fuck tunnel.
John's muscled body covered Michael completely. His lips nuzzled against Michael's right ear as his hips pounded away on the Italian's sweet hole. He made sure that his thrusts were as deep as his dick could get. Michael's ass chewed on the horse dick in his ass, wishing he could get more cum sprayed into him.
But, even John's big dick couldn't stay hard forever after a mind blowing climax like he'd just enjoyed. As much as he wanted to fuck Michael and blast another load up his ass, his dick wasn't cooperating. He needed at least 15 minutes to recharge his stiff dick.
Or did he? John wondered. He recalled a few times when he'd pumped a big load up Michael's hungry hole and then ate it out. That resurrected his big, black horse dick in less than five minutes. Perhaps, it would work again. And he knew that Michael loved to get his hole eaten out, no matter the occasion. John pulled out quickly and replaced his dick with his hungry tongue. Michael winced slightly and then sighed with pleasure.
"You have the rest of the evening to stop doing that. I love it when you eat out my ass, like that," Michael crooned. "Your tongue is so talented."
John didn't respond, but did continue licking and sucking on Michael's sweet hole. He could taste the load he'd just pounded into him and loved how sweet and earthy it was. If it weren't for his randy dick, John would eat Michael's ass a lot longer than he usually did. But, his dick always threatened to spray a load on to the sheets if he didn't slide it up Michael's talented asshole and breed the Italian.
But, that was only when John topped. When Michael was working his magic on John's ass, he was just as hungry for dick as Michael professed to be when John was banging away at the Italian's manhole. There was no getting around it: John and Michael loved to flip each other and get bred and eat butt until they ran out of sperm. However, they'd never reached the point where they ran out of delicious cream to give each other.
Luckily for John and Michael, John's dick wasn't sending him urgent signals that he needed to pull his tongue out of Michael's ass and replace it with his black dick. He was hard again, but he wanted to delay fucking Michael again as long as he could. Michael needed to "suffer" without a dick in his ass. John's tongue up his hole was currently enough to keep Michael very happy. But, there was a limit to what Michael could postpone. It wasn't long before Michael began whimpering and begging to get fucked and bred again.
"Suffer, Bitch!" John laughed as he pulled away momentarily from eating Michael's well-fucked and well-bred ass. "After what you did to me at dinner tonight, you get dick when I say you do." He resumed eating out Michael's hole, delving as deeply as his tongue could reach to retrieve more of his previous loads.
Michael's hands on the back of John's head along with his pleadings to get fucked had John on the edge of another climax. He knew he had precious few seconds before his load sprayed. Moving quickly up Michael's back, John pushed his hard, black dick up Michael's wet asshole. He was all the way in a few seconds later. John held on, forcing his dick to calm down a little before he started fucking his husband.
But, he hadn't figured that Michael needed another load so quickly. Michael worked his ass muscles so well that John didn't have to move to achieve pleasure. Moments later, John felt the inevitable tingling in his balls and the tip of his dick. There was no turning back now. He was going to climax deep inside Michael, so he might as well enjoy the climax to the fullest extent.
"Fuckin' cumming in your hole!" John announced in a strangled cry. "Take it!"
John rode him hard and deep, going for the maximum pleasure he could extract from fucking the hot man beneath him. His dick jerked and sprayed another big load which he punctuated with renewed thrusts into Michael's hungry asshole. John pushed hard with each forward pump, attempting to spray his cream in warm jets as far up Michael's love tunnel as he could shoot. John's climax rose faster, peaking so high that he nearly passed out. This was one for the record books!
More semen sprayed into Michael, giving him what he desperately wanted. He loved having John flopping on his back, his hips pounding away on Michael's muscular, Italian ass. His hole drank every drop of sperm offered up and hungered for more. He couldn't get enough cum in his ass. Even if he overflowed with John's baby gravy, it wouldn't be enough.
Despite the need to fuck and get fucked, both men were spent. John lay on Michael's back, letting his dick soak in the warm, sperm-filled tunnel of Michael's ass. Michael twisted his head to the side and kissed John. They were complete now, even though Michael hadn't shot off his load yet. He could wait a little longer to get to John's ass. He always enjoyed having John on his back, John's spent dick in his ass, pleasured in the joy of being held tightly and loved.
But, after a while, John knew he was becoming too heavy to stay on Michael's back any longer. He moved away, but lay nearby. "Is that what you had in mind?" he smiled over at Michael. His husband smiled and purred.
"Yeah, that made my day," Michael sighed. "You'll make a bottom out of me, yet."
"No chance of that," John corrected. "There are too many times that I need that thick, Italian dick in my ass, pounding me into the mattress and breeding me deeply."
"That is a lot of fun," Michael allowed. "I've never found anyone who came even close to your fucking skills. And no one pumps out enormous loads even half the volume that you put out."
"Maybe I haven't had the experience with as many men as you have," John smiled, "but, I made up for it in quality."
"Fucking other acolytes at the seminary is hardly what I'd term quality," Michael grinned. "I'd call it more available."
"There were some pretty impressively deep butts that I fucked there," John remembered. "But, they were all on such guilt trips that it was never as fulfilling as sex with you ever was."
"You were the fuck em and forget `em man'?" Michael wondered.
"Nah, they had this thing about the guilt after we'd had wild sex, but they always came back for more within a week," John smiled, remembering how it was. "Their libidos and testosterone levels spoke louder than the Church's admonitions against it."
"All they had to do was take a look at that big dick of yours and they'd all bend over."
"We wore robes. There wasn't anything to show off," John asserted.
"And during the showers?"
"Uh, well, that did create a stir, I suppose," he laughed.
"You hang so big," Michael observed, "there's no way anyone can avoid looking and wondering how big it really gets and what it would feel like."
"Not everyone was enamored of my big, black dick," John recalled. "Most of the men ignored me, but they always looked to see if I was bigger than they remembered."
"And the others were doing much more than checking you out."
"Well, yeah. They were pretty blatant about it sometimes. They'd show me their bare butts and bend over in front of me. Or their dicks would get hard, even though they tried to hide it from the other brothers; they made sure that I saw it. A few of them would stand near me when I was toweling off, licking their lips, afraid to cop a feel with other men standing around."
"And did you do all of the interested one?" Michael smiled devilishly.
"Well, I didn't fuck all of them, if that's what you mean."
"It isn't."
"Then, I have to answer in the affirmative."
"Just a good feel or did they want to blow you or have you blow them?"
"No one stopped at just a feel. They all wanted to taste it and get a blow job when it was offered. And that's when I found out that I love to eat out a hot ass."
"And felching?"
"Yeah, right after I started eating ass. I'd eat their holes and then fuck them. I have no idea how I decided that it was a good idea to eat my cream from the ass I just fucked, but it suddenly seemed appropriate."
"How about groups?" Michael pressed.
"Never happened," John replied. "All of them were so far in the closet that they never wanted anyone else to know that they sucked dick or get rimmed or their sweet butts pounded and bred. They were afraid they'd get turned in and not be able to finish their training at the seminary. It seemed that they got another kind of training that they loved just as much, if not more."
As they'd been talking, Michael had rolled John on to his stomach. His tongue slipped between the hard, black buns of his lover and tasted a load from earlier in the afternoon. He knew that his ability to hold back was as poor as John's. In one smooth motion, Michael mounted his husband and slowly entered him.
"I apologize in advance for the short ride you're about to get," Michael sighed with the pleasure that John's ass tunnel was giving his Italian dick. "After a couple of amazing fucks from you, I'm already on the edge of spraying my cream into you."
"I know you have a lot more nutt gravy in your balls, so pound away and give me your first load of the evening," John smiled over his shoulder.
Less than 10 seconds later, Michael was filling John's ass with another creamy load. His shouts of pleasure were probably heard several rooms away. They may have been drowned out by John's repeated litany of "FUCK ME!" that he bellowed out with each thrust of Michael's pounding dick. Sperm jetted from Michael's thick dick, coating the ass walls of John's frequently fucked ass tunnel.
Getting his ass pounded and filled with sperm was a fairly new experience for John. Most men he'd been with wanted his big dick up their holes and weren't interested in his black ass other than to eat it out. But, at the seminary, he did find one acolyte who enjoyed his ass, so he wasn't a virgin when he'd met Michael. However, that acolyte didn't have a big dick, so Michael had sure stretched his "horizons" when they'd first fucked. He loved it now as much as he loved fucking Michael.
With his climax spent, Michael rested atop John's body, catching his breath and enjoying the pleasure of a post fuck high. His dick continued to drain dribbles of cum into John's ass, so he knew he wouldn't pull out for a while. That was one of the things that John liked about Michael. Michael's sperm load didn't cease when he finished with his climax, but continued for another five minutes, leaking more cum for whatever receptacle his dick was in. Right now, it was buried deeply in John's happy ass.
"I love how you fuck me," John smiled over his shoulder. "Your dick is so big and you deliver big loads, too. I feel so comfortable when you're inside me, like that's my role in life. Even though we've fucked around with other men, it has always been your dick that I want in my ass. And when I top you, I know it will be better than any ass I've ever bred."
"Thanks, Baby," Michael said kissing John. "It's always nice to hear that I'm appreciated for my sexual skills."
"Your bedroom skills are unsurpassed, but that's not why I married you," John reminded him. "You complete me. We have similar interests and likes and dislikes. Even though we work for the same man, I never tire of being with you. I always enjoy hearing your opinions on anything and everything. Your intellect makes me horny, like at the table tonight. I wanted to take you right there when you started playing with my dick."
"That would have been interesting," Michael laughed.
"And embarrassing!" John agreed.
"When you were working my dick, all I could think about was how much I wanted to be inside you, spraying another hot load up your manhole," John admitted. "My memory brought up the smell of your ass as I was eating it out and how good it tasted after I'd filled you up with another of my creamy, juicy, baby-making loads. That's when I nearly lost it. I'm glad your hand was there to catch most of what escaped."
"All part of the service," Michael grinned.
"I was really surprised when you ate it, though," John said.
"No one was looking, but you."
"Even so, I was tempted to climax in your hand and have you try to drink all that with a room full of people," John smiled wickedly.
"I'm glad you didn't. You spray out way too much sperm for my hand to contain and you shoot so hard it probably would have landed on someone's feet across the table from us," Michael laughed.
"Wouldn't that have been something?" John smirked. "Try explaining that to Mr. Asquith."
"Uh, no thanks."
Without taking a shower, they crawled under the bedding and went to sleep. They knew the next day would be full of repercussions from the astounding revelations about Atlantis that afternoon. They would need to be at their best to be ready.
But, they did fuck again in the shower the next morning before joining Mr. Asquith for breakfast. Their smiles belied their joyful evening and early morning.
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