Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2005 23:35:07 -0500
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Anderson Cooper Investigates Part Nine

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actors/individuals involved. Any situations and incidents are purely
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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......