Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2005 23:56:12 -0400
From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Martha Apprentice Studs 2

See the first part for the disclaimers.

Thank you to the person who sent feedback, and thank you for your
suggestions. This is a really good show guys, with some hot men - I hope you
watch and I hope you read my story and please give me feedback.

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Howie had no problem with Jim when they were on different teams, but now
that they were working together, Howie found him unbearable. Jim was always
ranting and raving and screaming, the ultimate prima donna. He had tried to
provoke Howie into a fight earlier that day, and Howie damn near punched
that smirking face in. He had hoped Jim would be fired, so when Jim came
strutting back into the loft, bragging about creaming the tough DA Jennifer,
Howie was ready to pop.

Howie had a life back home, so he couldn't let Jim get to him. If he started
getting violent he'd get kicked off the show. And he really had liked Jim -
once. He thought about confiding his problems in Ryan, since Ryan was so
nuts about him, but Ryan was on the other team now and might use the info
against him. So Howie decided to just go hide in the bathroom until Jim went
to bed.

A while later, Howie was about to leave when all the sudden Jim sashayed
into the bathroom. There was something so cocky about Jim, it drove Howie up
the wall, but sometimes amused him. Jim took off his pants and his shirt and
brushed his teeth, not making eye contact with Howie. Howie wondered if Jim
was toying with him or if he was just too tired to talk. Either way, Howie
decided to clear the air since they were still on a team together.

"Hey, Jim, I think we oughta just forget about tonight. Start fresh
tomorrow. Whaddya say?"

Jim just smirked at him as he spit out the last of his toothpaste.

"Maybe we should forget about that other night, when you were all over me."

Howie's jaw dropped.

"Yeah, like that, Howie. Glad you remember. I bet my dick felt good in your
big mouth."

Howie was incredulous. The veins in his thick neck began to pulsate.

"YOU were all over ME, you asshole!!!"

Jim just snorted in derision, and mockingly flapped his wrists.

"Yeah, maybe. But remember, they already hate me. I don't have anything to
lose if I tell everybody that I had my dick in your mouth and my tongue down
your throat and my cum all over your fat face. They already hate ME. But
they respect you. Think they still will after I tell them all about my night
with Princess Howie?"

Howie slammed his hand down against the porcelain sink. He was seething.
What the fuck was Jim thinking?

Jim patted Howie's firm stomach and began to walk out. He thought he had
successfully blackmailed Howie into doing what he wanted. But before he
could go to bed, Howie grabbed him by the arm and yanked him over to the
sink.

"Nobody threatens me, bitch." He spat on his hand and yanked down Jim's
boxers, licking his lips as his meat hooks spread Jim's firm, pale buttocks.
"If you're gonna be a bitch then I'm gonna treat you like one." He shoved 2
of his fat fingers inside Jim's tight hole. Jim yelped and he tried to flee
the room, but Howie's firm grip on his arm kept him in place.

That ass looked so tasty, and Howie was so sick of holding back with this
asshole. So he just went all the way. Before Jim could react, Howie had
shoved his thick lips and tongue against Jim's hair-dusted hole. The dark,
short hairs clashed with Howie's stubble as his stammering tongue joined
those 2 fingers in a search for Jim's sweet spot. Jim tried to get away, but
a wave of pleasure made his knees buckle as Howie found his prostate. Jim
began moaning and groaning loudly, not caring whether anyone heard or not.

Howie yanked his mouth away from that hot hole and pushed Jim's forehead
against the mirror.

"Watch yourself while I fuck your whore ass."

Jim just wiggled his tight little ass and began to jerk himself off. After
Howie tore his pants down and threw off his shirt, he shoved Jim's hand away
from his jerking motions.

"You touch yourself only IF I say so." Then he shoved his tongue into Jim's
ear at the same time as his raw, raging 9 inches were shoved up Jim's hole.
Howie yanked Jim's head back and shoved their mouths together, the stubble
scraping Jim's cheeks as he screamed into Howie's mouth.

Jim wasn't a virgin to a good fucking, but it had been a few years, and he'd
never taken a cock as long or as fat as Howie's. The mix of pain and bliss
drove him to a frenzy as Howie half-raped and half-pleasured his ass. The
sweat dripped down Jim's back and Howie's furry chest, joining together at
their conjoined midsections to lubricate the brutal fucking. The underside
of Jim's erection slid against the sink counter over and over, bumping the
thick veins and sending him into more energetic thrusts against Howie's
monster.

Howie's face was beet red, his body on fire as Jim's anus milked him for all
he was worth.

"Oh God you fucking fag, you got such a great ass, you bitch, I'm gonna plow
your hole every single day, you're better than my wife, OH GOD OH GOD
OH...."

Finally, he came. He shot load after load up Jim's ass, so much cum it was
running down Jim's thighs, so much cum he felt like he was going to black
out. That ass was like a vacuum pump. He never wanted to leave it. Before he
could change his mind, he pulled out, with a loud pop. He laid on the cold
marble floor, and just panted as he watched Jim stroking himself off.

Jim looked as delirious as Howie felt. Jim wanted to try something, and
Howie was in no position to object. Jim sat down on Howie's face, flooding
Howie's handsome mug with his own cum. Howie greedily lapped up his juices
and Jim's bruised backside. Jim blew his wad on Howie's huge forested
pectorals.

The two men lay side by side. Jim just kept smirking and giggling, tracing
his name in Howie's chest hair.

"What's so funny, you asshole?" Howie snarked, barely able to turn his head
to look at Jim.

"Oh, I've just wanted you to fuck me this way from the first day we met. And
I finally figured out the best way how."

Howie laughed. "Oh yeah? So this was all some big joke to you, huh? Well how
'bout I fuck your ass every day. Then who'll be laughing?"

Both men began to laugh, and Jim pulled Howie's big head in for a rough,
man-to-man kiss.

They were so distracted that they didn't even notice the third party spying
on them from a crack in the bathroom door. Not to worry, they would find out
who he was soon enough...