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Chapter Sixteen NBC News:
The cameras were rolling as the two men sat comfortably facing another at angle to ensure great head shots. A fake fireplace flicked electronically behind them to give a homey peaceful ambiance. Bryan Phillips shifted in his chair slightly as he posed his next question.
"Did you for see this obsession in Lisa Nowak?"
The darkly masculine Navy Commander Bill Oefelein maintained his impassive expression as he answered. "We worked closely together but we maintained a completely professional relationship. There weren't any moments of personal conversation."
"Are you telling us that their was no personal relationship with either woman?" Phillips maintained his professionalism. The moment for.......was later.
"I patently deny any intimacy with either woman," Oefelein.
Phillips nodded as if in thought, pausing before he querier his next question. The camera's continued to roll........
Several hours later the interview was wrapping up.
"Thank you Commander," Phillips offered in a professional manner, "for your honesty in this delicate situation."
"It was my pleasure." Oefelein replied.
The two men exchanged a firm handshake, that perhaps lingered a bit too long. The crew began to wrap up the equipment and gradually disperse. Phillips extricated his hand and stood. Oefelein stood as well. He was relaxed a bit unlike on camera. Phillips noted this with a wiry grin.
"Care to join me for a quick drink?" he queried.
"Sure," Oefelein replied.
"I have a bottle of scotch holed away in my office," Phillips offered conspiratorially.
Oefelein chuckled and the two men wandered from the set.
In his office, Phillips poured a glass of scotch and offered it to Oefelein. Phillips poured another for himself and moved to one of two plush chairs opposite the wall where his desk rested. "Pleased," he sat languidly, "have a seat, Commander."
Oefelein moved to the other chair, "please," he offered in familiarity, "its Bill." He sprawled comfortably in the chair and raised the glass to his lips. He sipped and the warmth eased him further.
Phillips sipped his own drink allowing his eyes to travel the Commander's rugged large muscular frame. "You were a bit tense out there," Phillips murmured as he lowered the glass to gently rest atop one of the arms of the chair. "The cameras can be a bit intimidating," he conceded.
"This has been a really rough time," Oefelein revealed.
One of Phillips' eyebrows rose, "I would imagine."
Oefelein chuckled. "I doubt you really could."
Phillips smiled slightly in thought. He could imagine the stud naked plowing his ass.
"Christ," he sighed, "women can be so damn......." he trailed off.
Phillips took another sip of his drink leisurely before speaking again. "So," he broached carefully, "off the record," he assured. "What the hell is it about you that could drive two women, one in particular, to such desperate measures?"
Oefelein sipped his drink but gazed at Phillips over the rime.
"Come on," Phillips pressed, "what is it that drove Nowak to contemplate murder." Phillips rose with his empty glass and walked over to the bottle resting upon his desk to refresh his drink. "What is it about you?" Phillips asked the question again as he refilled his glass. The liquid splashed into the glass while Phillips waited for a response in the silence behind him. Recapping the bottle he turned, lifting the glass once again to his lips. He stilled the glass suddenly just below his lips. His gaze riveted to Oefelein.
Oefelein had turned his chair a bit. His slacks were open and an 11 inch cock stood rigidly up right from Oefelein's fly. He spread his legs wider and grinned as he stroked his hard uncut cock. "This," he emphasized, "is what I have."
Phillips slowly smiled and placed the glass of liquor down upon the desk top. His gaze burned into the thick inviting cock and he licked his lower lip as he slowly walked to Oefelein. Phillips stopped in the v of Oefelein's outstretched powerful legs. The men's gazes were riveted to one another.
"So," Oefelein offered cockily, "what would you," he emphasized, "do with a cock like this?"
Phillips sank to his knees with an inrush of breath. Lowering his face to the monster shaft, he gently grasped it and pulled the foreskin all of the way back. The red flared head glistened under the office lights. "I'd suck it," Phillips murmured as he parted his lips and lowered his head a bit further. Gently moving his lips around the hot cock head, Phillips took in a few inches, initially concentrating on running the tip of his tongue beneath the foreskin. Oefelein released a rush of breath from his lips and lifted his hips a bit in invitation to the cock sucker.
Phillips licked under the rim of the skin, caressing the rim of Oefelein's cock. Circling the glossy spongy flesh, Phillips poked the piss slit with his tongue tip tasting pre-cum. With one hand, he stroked the hot length, pulling the foreskin back more tightly. The cock was rock hard and silky smooth between his lips and he slowly inched a bit more down the length, his tongue encircling the hot flesh and flecking it hotly.
Oefelein was impatient and reached out to grasp the back of Phillips' head. Roughly he forced Phillips all the way down his shaft. Phillips snorted loudly and nearly choked at the massive rod filling his mouth. He stretched his mouth and lips wide and inhaled sharply opening the back of his throat. He breathed out deeply but held the giant shaft completely down his throat. He sucked a bit harder and tried to run his tongue along the thick shaft. He snorted again and slurped and a drop of spittle escaped his lips and rolled down his chin.
Oefelein grinned wickedly and threw back his hips a bit easing a bit of the length from Phillips' hot mouth. Phillips breathed a bit easier but snorted again when Oefelein thrust forward again. Phillips eyes watered a bit but he breathed deeply and twisted his mouth around the thick base.
His nose grazed Oefelein's shaved pubes. He could smell the masculine musk and his eyelids fluttered a bit.
"Come on," Oefelein sneered, "I though fags were supposed to be better cocksuckers than women."
Taunted on, Phillips twisted his lips savagely around the stalk of hot flesh. He expelled a hot rush of breath, flaring his nostrils and more spittle drizzled from his lips, this time stretched from his chin toward the floor.
"That's it," Oefelein grasped several strands of hair between the fingers grasping Phillips head. "That's the way baby," he cooed with a sly grin.
Phillips snorted roughly and opened the back of his throat a bit more. Running his hands up Oefelein's powerful thighs, Phillips clutched at the portion of Oefelein's hard butt he could reach with the stud seated before him.
"Yeah," Oefelein nodded, "hold on tight baby." Suddenly Oefelein began gyrating his hips back and forth, face fucking Phillips. The newscasters eyes watered and he drooled and snorted, his fingers digging into the seated stud's hard glutes. Oefelein's heavy balls slapped against Phillips chin and Phillips seemed to blink in rhythm with the motion.
"You've....got.....a....hot....mouth," Oefelein exerted more force with his thrusts.
Phillips' tongue wrapped around the thick shaft filling his mouth while his lips stretched tautly. Oefelein pulled Phillips head closer. Phillips nose pressed into the razor stubbled pelvis. His fingers dug deeper into Oefelein's hard glutes as he pistoned the large cock between Phillip's lips Phillips closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing and keeping his throat open for the jack hammering cock head. He slurped and gurgled loudly. More rivulets and strings of spittle clung from his chin. Oefelein's balls were hot against his chin. Phillips knew that the Commander's load would be heavy, but he was determined to take every single drop even if he drowned in the man's spoog.
Oefelein held Phillips head more tightly as he increased the speed of his thrusts. His big balls were on fire. He knew Phillips was going to get a volcanic load. He pumped harder and faster. His face contorted, blood surging throughout his cheeks and the column of his throat. The vein in the column of his throat was pronounced. He felt the tension building in his calves and thighs. The muscles pulsed along his hips and thighs. His nuts twisted tightly. Phillips felt the cock pulse and jerk. The cock head began to expand.
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Oefelein thrust his hips higher and held Phillips firmly to his cock. The rush of cum surged through his cock expanding the thickness in heavy pulses. His piss slit burned as it flared open tautly. The spoog jetted harshly against the back of Phillips throat. He wanted to taste it but the cock was burrowed so deep down his throat that all he could do was keep swallowing. The streams of spoog nearly choked Phillips.
"Eatttttttt itttttttttttttttt," Oefelein grunted as his balls churned and pumped more and more juice from his enflamed raw cock. Phillips snorted and coughed around the thick stalk of cock. Spoog drizzled up through his flared nostrils.. Spoog mingled with spittle on his lower cheeks and chin. Phillips concentrated on swallowing as the tidal wave of spoog rocketed from Oefelein's piss slit back against his tonsils. He gulped rapidly. He mixed with fear and relentless hunger over whether the spoog would ever cease.
Oefelein clenched his glutes and pumped a second rush of spoog from his stinging balls and raw cock. The second rush was a bit less in power and the thick ropes lathered Phillips mouth and throat. He choked a bit more cum rivulets through his nostrils. Oefelein held Phillips to him until the end. Oefelein's spoog slowed to slight strings until just drops spurted from the stinging piss slit. Oefelein shivered as his spent cock at last calmed. Reaching up, he ran his fingers through his hair and expelled a heavy breath.
"Shit," he gasped, catching his breath.
Phillips allow the hold of his lips to slacken from around the cock base and slowly pulled the thick spent shaft from between his lips. It plopped completely from his lips and hung heavily between Oefelein's thick thighs. It drizzled spittle and a bit of spoog on to the floor. Phillips caught his breath and fell back upon the carpeted office floor in exhaustion. Regaining his breath, his licked his lips and chin. Finally his lifted a hand smeared up more of the spoog from his face and chin and licked his palm and fingers clean.
"Now," Oefelein chuckled heavily, "wouldn't you go to extremes to experience this," he indicated his still lengthy but now softening dick, "again?"
Phillips let his arms and hands collapse upon the floor and chuckled between heavy breaths.
to be continued.....