Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2005 21:06:54 -0500
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Young and Restless Men 19

Seems as though whenever I determine to abandon this series, I get
deluged with email from Nifty readers urging and inspiring me to pen just
one more chapter.  You guys have successfully stroked me yet again; here,
for your perusal, is the long-awaited chapter nineteen.  This fictitious
story, based upon a popular daytime drama, contains graphic sexual
content meant solely for a mature audience.  The original characters are
the property of CPT Holdings.  Copyright is maintained by the author.

copyright (c) JRoyale 2005


Nicholas Newman had it all!  After years of attempting to prove himself
worthy of the position, he'd finally been granted the title of C.E.O. at
Newman Enterprises.  And for those who might cry nepotism, Nicholas was
living proof that a close relationship with one's own father meant
nothing when it came to the running of a giant corporation.  Nicholas and
his father, the indomitable Victor Newman, had been at odds during many
moments in their lives---but nothing like the past year.  It was Nicholas
who discovered the shady, dishonest business tactics his father
employed in an attempt to cripple the floundering Jabot Cosmetics.  And
it was Nicholas who  turned the great man in to the federal authorities.
A difficult guilty plea resulted in parole and community service, which
Victor was currently enduring.  During the period of parole he was not
permitted to directly run the company, a job which until recently he'd
passed off to his right-hand man, Neil Winters.  But now, perhaps in his
own attempt to heal old wounds and restore the Newmans to some sense of
family, he'd reassessed the situation.  It was a startling piece of news
dealt to both Nicholas and Neil, who remained somewhat resentful of the
young prince taking over the helm.

Both men knew that, if not for the disappearance of Victoria, neither of
them would've had a shot at the throne.  Nicholas' brash and somewhat
sassy sister was a shoo-in for C.E.O., but she'd taken a powder some time
ago and remained incommunicado.  Nicholas hoped Victoria was happy and
thriving wherever in hell she was and, much as he loved his older sister,
never learned of the goings-on at NE.  Certainly Victor would chide her
and level some sort of punishment, but Nicholas was absolutely certain he
would quickly replace son with daughter at Newman if ever the blond
beauty decided to return to the fold.

Although Nicholas guardedly accepted his father's magnanimous gesture,
there were times in the past when the two had actually been quite close.
As a child he could have asked for no better guardian.  And
during Nicholas' adolescence, Victor was always supportive of him.  Even
recently, Nick could think of times when his father had gone to
personal risk to protect him and the rest of the Newman family.  But
Nicholas was a man now---had been for some time.  The thirties were
quickly creeping up on him and he needed to strike out on his own,
sometimes making decisions contrary to his opinionated father's wishes.
He could still recall the arguments they'd had when Victor
discovered Nick opened a coffee house in town with plans of expansion to
other cities.  Despite Newman's misgivings, Crimson Lights turned out to
be a rousing success (not due in any small part to the
business-mindedness of Nicholas' wife, Sharon) and was certainly one of
the hot spots in Genoa City.

And then there'd been that time several years ago when Nicholas had gone
up to the main house and shockingly discovered, via an elaborate video
surveillance system, his father sexually dominating rival Brad
Carlton.  Dumbfounded, Nicholas thought quickly enough to pop a tape into
the recorder and document the sometimes-brutal assault.  The lascivious
scene stirred up dormant feelings in Nicholas, who was no stranger to the
pleasures another man could bring his body.  Almost from puberty he'd
been getting porked by Newman's trusted houseman Miguel---and there
were scores of others throughout his college years.

Scarcely daring to breathe, and with beads of perspiration trailing down
his thick brow, Nicholas jerked his aroused meat to a resounding orgasm
as he watched his father take hunky Bradley through the paces.  Silently
steeling away before the two men made their way up from the cellar
dungeon, Nicholas held onto the video tape until the proper moment
presented itself.  He practically wore out the damned tape, watching it
over and again whenever opportunity existed and fisting his beefstick
until it shot scads of hot, juicy Newman cum all over his athletically
rippled torso.  Eventually self-gratification proved not to be enough to
satiate young Nicholas who, armed with the incriminating video, made his
way out to the Carlton home planning to blackmail GQ-perfect Bradley into
servicing his bone.  Little did Nicholas suspect he'd interrupted another
romp between Bradley and his father, who overheard the entire exchange
and decided to treat his son to a double dose of what he was obviously
craving.  The father, son and lover fucked and sucked in a variety of
positions, Nicholas getting his first (and certainly not last) taste of
his virile father's enviable twelve-inch monster.

If only Victor Newman wasn't such a controlling force!  It seemed the
only time the two weren't butting heads was when Nicholas was getting
himself pleasantly plugged with his father's horsemeat.  And even that
hadn't happened in quite some time---not since the old tycoon discovered
his heir apparent sold him out to the authorities.  But the winds were
changing:  Vic had entrusted his son with the C.E.O. position at Newman
and, Nicholas thought, it would only be a matter of time until he was
reacquainted with his father's thick and powerful love tool.  Ever
since cute Cody Dixon quit his job at the coffee house and left Genoa
City, poor Nicholas was left without a regular fuck buddy.  Even though
his babe-alicious wife was sweet in the sack, Nicholas had that incessant
itch deep up inside his ripe ass hole which only another man could fully
satisfy.

As he sat back in the plush executive seat behind the dark,
well-polished mahogany desk which would always belong to his domineering
father, remembrances of his sexual escapades with some of the other
bisexual dudes in town brought a mischievous smile to Nicholas Newman's
full, handsome face and caused a pronounced swelling in the crotch of his
impeccably-pressed trousers.  Spreading heavy, muscular thighs wider
apart, Nicholas covered the increasing bulge with one thick-fingered hand
and caressed his piece while he considered the possible conquests his
father might possibly have made right here in this very office.
Certainly there'd been a bevy of hot studs on the Newman payroll over the
years.  How many of them, Nicholas wondered, had been spread out on this
very desk and taken an ass full of Victor Newman's huge meat?  Thoughts
of that cute hunk Ryan McNeal, who was once married to his sister,
getting buggered by big Vic was enough to cause Nicholas to stain the
front of his white boxer briefs.

A dull, polite buzz from the telephone's intercom broke through Nicholas'
pleasant reverie.  Removing his hands from his bloated, desperate crotch,
Nicholas pressed the appropriate buttons to access his father's
secretary, Connie.  A middle-aged efficient type, Connie had been
with Newman for a number of years and was implicitly trusted by Victor.
Much as he would have liked to oust her for a younger model---possibly
male---even Nicholas knew that might not be such a brilliant idea.  He
was well aware that there were many eyes watching his every move as he
settled in to the all-important position at Newman Enterprises.  First he
had to prove himself as a worthy, respected leader; there would be time
later to restructure the office to his personal satisfaction.  And
personal gratification was very much on Nicholas Newman's mind these
days.




One of those observing the crowned prince's adjustment was none other
than his reluctant right-hand man, Neil Winters.  And the black
executive was none-too-pleased with what he'd seen happening since he was
usurped of the top post at Newman.  Granted, he harbored some resentment
toward Nicholas, but his lack of faith in the younger man was far from
unfounded.  Since he'd taken hold of the reins, Nicholas showed a
complete lack of respect for the opinions of key department heads and
seemed to be canceling previously approved projects at whim.  There
appeared to be no rhyme or reason to his decision-making process, causing
him to become the subject of many hushed conversations behind closed
board room doors.  Whereas Victor had entrusted Neil to assist Nicholas,
the cocky former athlete turned a deaf ear to any of Neil's attempts at
guidance.  Winters wasn't certain whether it was the younger
Newman's swollen ego or his dumb jock mentality leading him to make such
ill-advised decisions.  But he feared that, unless someone interceded,
the nitwit might actually run the formerly lucrative company into the
ground.

Neil had been an active force in Newman Enterprises for the better part
of his professional life, spearheading some of their largest projects.
He'd worked his way up the ladder at Newman, remaining completely
faithful to his employer, who repaid him in kind.  When Newman was forced
by legal issues to step aside from his company, Neil was proud and
overjoyed to be asked to fill his shoes in the interim.  He'd been around
Victor Newman long enough to observe and emulate his business dealings.
He knew the company inside and out, therefore making the transition a
smooth one.  Knowing from the outset his title was only temporary, it
galled him to no end to be replaced by none other than the tycoon's
brain-dead son.

Neil watched from the sidelines as Nicholas failed to gain the respect of
other Newman associates with his egotistical, demanding manner.  Other
companies who, up until now, had maintained a good rapport with
Newman were suddenly turning their back on the formerly enterprising
corporation.  Nicholas ignored Neil's well-voiced warnings, even going so
far as to infer that Winters was free to seek other employment.  The
near-final straw came when young Nick put the kibosh on Neil's pet
project, under the guise of "tightening the belt" at Newman.  Infuriated,
Neil walked off the job.  After much thought---and not without some
counseling from his wife---he eventually returned determined to play
Nicholas' game for the duration of his power, hopeful that big daddy
Victor would return to the helm sooner rather than later.  Neil Winters
was one black stud not about to allow a bubble brained, snot nosed white
boy jeopardize his hard-fought career.




Having bluffed his way through a business call, Nicholas was slouched
down in his father's chair, feet on desk, twirling a pencil between thick
fingers and contemplating his agenda for the remainder of the day.  He
considered a few hours at the athletic club, working his abundant muscles
to fatigue and luxuriating afterwards in the sauna.  Another possibility
was a long, leisurely lunch in town with his wife---perhaps they could
even take in a matinee afterwards and write it all off as a business
expense.  The stack of files on his desk, spread sheets, sales and
acquisitions---that headache-stuff could wait for another day.  Nicholas
Newman was feeling quite frisky and in the need to play.  The annoying
telephone call had interrupted his earlier lascivious thoughts and
deflated his hardon, but it certain hadn't curbed his ever-present
libido.

Retrieving his cell phone, he punched up Sharon's cell and waited with an
excited look etched across his handsome face.  The anticipation faded
within the next few moments when his sexy bride declined a luncheon date,
citing commitments to her own job over at Jabot Cosmetics.  Sharon
certainly took her new duties seriously, Nicholas thought as he
disappointedly tucked the phone away.  He was beginning to
regret Sharon's having taken the job as spokesperson at Jabot; he much
preferred his little woman at home and at his personal disposal.  And the
thought of Sharon working side by side with studly Bradley Carlton was an
added thorn in Nick's side.  Not that Sharon would ever fuck around
on him, but Brad was a good looking slice of beef.  If any Newman was
going to throw their legs up in the air for him, Nicholas determined it
be him.  It'd been a long time since he'd rolled around in the sheets
with the Adonis over at Jabot; perhaps they should get reacquainted
before Bradley started taking notice of Sharon's obvious attributes.

Feeling that familiar stirring in his loins, Nicholas realized he had to
relieve his bladder before he could pleasure his bone.  Deciding to
bypass his private john for the executive washroom, Nicholas stuffed the
key in his pocket and exited the lonely office.  Neil was always telling
him he had to make more of an effort with the help; taking a piss in the
executive washroom was certainly a start.  Ever-present Connie was at her
post as he passed by, hands stuffed in pockets to camouflage his
half-swollen erection, with a casual remark that he would
return shortly.  As he casually sauntered along the halls of his
father's impressive offices, Nicholas offered nods and smiles to the few
workers he passed on his short journey.  Arriving at his destination, he
inserted his key into the lock and entered the exquisitely masculine and
sparkling washroom.

Nicholas was familiar with the surroundings; he'd used them quite often
when he worked at Newman as his father's protégé.  He could well remember
stealing glances at the equipment of some of the other executive
members at Newman, satisfied that not a one of them measured up to
himself or his father.  Stepping up to one ornate porcelain urinal, he
unzipped his fly and hauled out his proud Newman cock.  As the flow
began, he thought back to earlier times in another bathroom a short ways
out of town.  Cody Dixon, former slut of Genoa City, had introduced him
to the grungy place where the Codester seemed to be a favorite in the
glory hole stalls with any number of anonymous trucker types.

Reflecting on that awesome opportunity a little over a year ago when he'd
devoured the Cuban missile of Diego Gutierrez---before all the trouble
with his father started---was enough to cause Nicholas' plump sex to
swell in mid-piss.  Broodingly sexy Diego had a big, tasty beauty
Nicholas gorged himself on through a truck stop glory hole long before he
knew the delicious cock honey dribbling on his wagging tongue belonged to
the hot Cuban.  With his wet, pink tongue flicking out to moisten puffy,
bee-stung lips, Nicholas hauled out his cum-laden ball bag and caressed
it in a sweaty palm as his impressive endowment arched upward, the spray
of yellow urine splashing higher up the wall of white porcelain and
trickling down like a golden waterfall.  Overcome with neglected sexual
longings, Nicholas slid slacks and undies lower on his hips, exposing
a quarter of his full, tight and jutting buttocks.  One hand eased down
under his shorts along the damp crack of his ass, the fat middle finger
searching through the manly nest of hair to locate his moist love
button.  A masculine sigh escaped his sensual lips as his finger easily
slipped inside and probed his lonely man pussy while images of Diego
plowing his guts over the rusty truck stop sink flooded his lust-laden
memories.

Any Newman executive entering the washroom would have been greeted with
quite a sight---one hunky CEO, half his ass exposed while a hand worked
deep inside his drawers, thick and blood-engorged cock throbbing
maddeningly at its full ten inches and beginning to ooze rich pre cum
from its sizeable dome.  Luckily (or perhaps, unluckily) for him,
Nicholas' bathroom frolic was suddenly interrupted by the incessant
ringing of the cell phone tucked into his breast pocket.  Yanking the
working finger from his itchy ass hole, Nicholas retrieved the phone and
pressed it to his ear as he tucked his unsatiated Newman monster into his
trousers and reassembled himself.

"HELLO!" he nearly shouted into the phone.

"Nick?"  It was Trevor, down at Crimson Lights, the young Newman's coffee
shop.

"Trevor?" he greeted good naturedly while tucking in his shirt tails.
"Sorry, buddy, didn't check my caller ID.  What's going on?"

"You wanted me to call you soon as that missing shipment from last week
was redelivered," the coffee house employee told him.  "Just letting you
know we just unloaded it and everything's accounted for, boss."

The intoxicating aroma of his own sweet ass pleasantly assailed Nicholas'
sex-filled nostrils.  Sucking the middle finger of the hand holding
the phone to his ear, Nicholas rolled smoky eyes as he tasted his
succulent man juices.

"Nick, you there?"  Trevor shouted into the phone.  "Did I loose you,
dude?"

Nicholas hadn't yet had a go at Trevor, a dark-haired hunky quarterback
type who'd been a fuck buddy to the recently departed Cody.  Trevor was
certainly fuckable---he looked like he had a fine ass stretching out the
material of his jeans---but he didn't come across as the type who could
satisfyingly dominate man-hungry Nicholas the way Diego or his father
had.  Fucking Trevor would be sweet; Nicholas would be able to release
a load of tension from his balls, but it would do nothing to appease the
aching deep up in his ass.  Still, Trevor was conveniently
available---and probably more than willing to get fucked by his handsome
boss.  If a more suitable partner didn't present himself soon, Trevor
would certainly be called up to the plate to take care of Nicholas
Newman's randy libido.

"Yeah, Trev, I'm still here.  Just had to take care of something,"
Nicholas spoke into the mouthpiece as he squeezed his still-engorged,
mammoth trouser trout.  "By the way, I'm going to be stopping by Crimson
Lights later tonight; something I want to talk with you about."  A
mischievous smile deepened the cute dimples on either side of his
handsome face.

There was a brief hesitation on the other end of the conversation before
Trevor finally replied, "Okay, boss, see you then."  Disconnecting the
call, Nicholas slipped his cell into his shirt pocket and groped his
horny piece once more before exiting the lonely washroom.



Over at Crimson Lights, husky Trevor instantly became an
obviously overjoyed young man.  With eyes twinkling secretively and a
devilish, wide smile spread across his face, Trevor took to waiting on
the coffee house customers with a renewed zeal.  Nicholas Newman was
quite possibly the hottest, hunkiest and most desired dude in Genoa
City---if not all of Wisconsin.  Trevor was made privy to Nick's
alternative sexual cravings some time ago, thanks to former Crimson
Lights manager Cody Dixon.  Cody loved to brag about his many wild
interludes with supposedly super-hung Nick, especially while he was
banging Trevor over the counter top after closing time.  All this time
Trevor patiently waited for the slightest signal from Nicholas that he
wished to engage in some hot male bonding but, sadly, the opportunity
never arose.  He'd been certain that, with Cody out of the picture, he
would more easily catch Nicholas' lusty eye.  And, from the Newman heir's
voice over the phone just now, Trevor was convinced his moment was at
hand.  It had been a long while since Cody moved on to become cock whore
in some other location and even longer since the curious disappearance of
macho Diego, Nicholas' other main squeeze.

If he'd waited all this time, Nicholas Newman must be like a powder keg
ready to blow---and Trevor was more than eager to ignite his fuse.
Grateful for the apron which effectively masked his blazing hard-on, the
stocky stud went about his usual duties, glancing every few minutes at
the wall clock and willing the time to pass quickly.  He was
all-anticipation for his long awaited fuck-date with handsome, hunky
Nicholas; Trevor needed to get fucked almost nearly as much as the uptown
Newman buck, although he was hardly aware of Nicholas' private yearning.

If for some reason it was all wishful thinking, and Nick had no intention
of plugging him tonight, Trevor determined that he'd find another hot
stud to quench the fire in his hot hole.  There was no shortage of
beefcake around the coffee house:  dark-haired lawyer Michael Baldwin was
seated at one of the far tables arguing, as usual, with his cute and
troubled younger brother.  Being sandwiched between the two would make
for a more-than-pleasant ménage a trois.  And there was that cute,
longish-haired twink Daniel Romalotti trying to make time with one of the
older girls.  The boy would strike out, as usual, but he might just
be horny enough to release his pent-up young hormones on an equally
sexually frustrated Trevor.

As the front door swung open all other fuck toys fell to the wayside for
Trevor, whose supercharged prick was staining his boxers with precious
pre-cum.  GQ-perfect Brad Carlton, former gardener and now Jabot
executive, was stealthily making his way through the mid-afternoon crowd
toward the table where his on-again, off-again wife awaited him.
Everything about Carlton was perfect.  From the cut of his jet-black hair
to the cover model planes and angles of his Mediterranean-looking face
and the tight, trim build of his muscular body, Brad Carlton was a wet
dream walking.  If he couldn't have Nick pumping and thrusting above him,
Trevor would settle for Carlton in less than a heartbeat.  Casually
slipping a hand under his apron, Trevor squeezed his steely, rock hard
appendage before racing to the table before another waiter got the
extreme pleasure of looking deep into those dark lashed eyes of the
dreamy hunk.

Almost breathlessly, and with a broad smile brightening his equally
handsome face, Trevor politely interrupted the couple (wondering all the
while exactly what a gorgeous hunk like Brad saw in skin-and-bones Ashley
Abbott Carlton).  The returning smile from Brad was enough to melt
Trevor like butter on a hot plate, causing his dick to throb wildly.  He
had to force himself to concentrate on the man's coffee order, lest
he reveal his smoldering lust.  Turning away from the table neither
Trevor or Ashley noticed Brad's smoldering eyes cast downward to glance
at the tight twin globes of the male waiter's backside as he retreated to
the coffee station.  A sudden rush of adrenaline raced through Bradley's
buffed body, forcing him to loosen his tie and the top button of his
starched white designer shirt.  Bradley was no stranger to the telltale
look in another man's eyes.  The waiter had a fine looking piece of ass
encased in his jeans and, due to his latest marital separation from
Ashley, it had been quite a while since Bradley'd had any.  As he, too,
felt his cock begin to swell, Bradley made a mental note to learn what
time the stocky waiter would be finishing his shift.




Nicholas was pawing at himself the instant he shut the office door behind
him.  The knowledge that he'd practically planned a sexual assignation
with the hunky male employee at his coffee house made Nicholas ravenous
with desire.  Making haste across the expanse of his father's plush
office, Nicholas threw himself into the comfortable leather behind the
wide desk and slunk low in the seat.  With thick thighs stretched widely
apart, both hands massaged the erection burning under his pleated
trousers.  His tight, well-rounded ass ground against the chair seat as,
with eyes flickering shut, his head fell against the supporting back
rocking to and fro as he submitted to the cravings overtaking him.

Loosening the knot of his tie, lusty Nicholas threw it over one shoulder
and fumbled with the buttons of his starched white shirt until he had it
completely open.  Pulling the white cotton undershirt from its spot
tucked into his slacks, Nicholas dragged the material up over his
rippling torso until it rested atop the sculpted mounds of
his pectorals.  His other hand worked at loosening belt buckle, button
and zipper of his pants.  In short order the dress slacks were a bundle
around his ankles and he was reaching into his underwear to take hold of
his fat, throbbing Newman cock.  Tenderly stroking the fully erect length
of his tremulous ten inches, Nicholas caressed the musculature of his
chest, teasing one plump nipple between thumb and forefinger before
traveling through the sparse nest of hair in his pec cleavage to taunt
the other.

A low masculine moan began deep in his chest and escaped his full,
succulent lips as he unabashedly manhandled his strong, beefy body.  His
was a beautifully thick piece of stud meat, only two inches shy of his
father's foot long gut wrencher.  Much as they sparred, Nicholas knew he
could easily be tamed by Victor Newman's ass splitter.  Just the mere
thought of their steamy sessions had Nicholas' pretty pouting pucker
quivering with longing for another hot hard fuck from his old man.
Throwing one muscular leg across the arm rest of the chair he reached
under a firm buttock and tentatively ran his finger tips through the
moist hairiness of his deep ass trench.  Probing deeper, he teased the
throbbing rim of his lonely ass hole while he slowly milked the heated
length of his blood-engorged cock.

Nicholas' entire body was on sexual fire.  His sculpted pectorals rose
and fell with labored breathing, the plump man-nips hardened and poking
out like twin pinkie tips from quarter-sized areolas.  The ripples of his
flat belly quivered as a sheen of perspiration broke out from under the
surface; his biceps bulged when he squeezed the thickness of his manhood,
producing a healthy ooze of pre-cum, and slipped a thick finger between
the folds of his itching man pussy.  Stabbing his finger in and out of
his hot rectum, Nicholas slid even lower in his father's seat and
inserted another wriggling digit.  By the time he had four fat
fingers completely buried to the knuckles, Nicholas' cock was leaking a
virtual stream of man juice.  Writhing about in the chair, he groaned
loudly enough for the sound to carry beyond his office.  It might have
attracted the attention of his receptionist had she been at her post
but, luckily for the horny Newman hunk, Connie had left to run some
errands.

Despite his efforts, the aching in Nicholas' pussy remained unfulfilled.
His eyes skittered around the desk top, searching for
something---anything---to shove up his fiery oven.  Frustrated at finding
nothing appropriate, he made a mental note to purchase one of those
realistic dildos he'd heard about---one equal in length to his father's
prostate pleaser---and secure it in his private office safe for desperate
moments such as this.  Sucking in his thick lower lip, Nicholas chewed on
it as his hand became a whir punching in and out of his man hole.  His
ball sac was drawn up, aching with the need for release.  Spitting
against his hardness, Nicholas fisted himself more fiercely, desperate to
blow a load and hopefully ease the sexual tension in his hard, athletic
body.  Feeling the way he was, the young buck knew he'd never make it to
his evening's assignation with Trevor if he didn't get himself off here
and now.  As his sex sweated body quivered more ferociously and his
breathing grew short and labored, Nicholas knew the moment was nearly at
hand.



Neil Winters was one angry black man.  He'd just learned that the new
C.E.O., bubble brained Nicholas, had earlier spoken with members of the
Brash & Sassy team about his decision to close down the cosmetics line.
Certainly this branch of Newman Enterprises had slipped a bit without the
loving care of missing Victoria, who up until now had spearheaded the
project.  But, in Neil's learned opinion, that certainly was not enough
reason to close down the line without trying some tactical
repairs.  Worse yet was Nicholas' obvious lack of faith in Neil's own
judgment; the brain-dead jock hadn't even considered consulting him about
it!

Out of respect for his mentor, Victor Newman, Neil had put up with a
great deal since the Boy Blunder took over the lead reins.  Young Nick
was obviously on a power trip and inadvertently proving on an almost
daily basis that he was not cut out to fill his father's very large
shoes.  He was slowly driving Newman into the ground---and Neil had no
intention of remaining stranded on a sinking ship.  Despite the feelings
of his wife, also employed in a branch of Jabot, Neil determined to don a
life preserver and jump deck.  This latest slap in the face was the final
straw.  Neil Winters was a proud black man who had no intention of
letting the all-American born-into-wealth white boy undermine him one
moment longer.

Newman Enterprises wasn't the only game in town.  The once-powerful Jabot
Cosmetics, a long-time rival of Newman, was in desperate need of someone
to put them back on the map.  And if not Jabot, there was always
Chancellor Industries.  In fact, why limit himself to Genoa City, Neil
pondered as he suddenly grew excited at the potential prospects which
awaited him outside of Newman.  He was an intelligent, honest businessman
who'd been employed by a giant in the industry; there might be world-wide
interest in someone with his credentials.  He might even secure a top
notch position in Paris, France and be able to relocate his daughter to
the former home she so desperately missed.  Drucilla, his wife, might
balk at the idea in the beginning but Neil knew that in time she would
once again fall in love with the romanticism of Paris and might even
revive her once-prosperous modeling career there.

Full of optimism and anxious for a final show down with knuckle-head
Nick, Neil had no need to practice his farewell speech.  First he would
confront the cocky stud about the Brash & Sassy decision, remind him of
all the other times his position had been usurped, and then
professionally and pointedly advise the brainless buck to entrench the
job up his rich Newman ass.  All these thoughts passed through Neil's
mind as he hastily strode down the halls of Newman, eliciting more than a
few inquiring looks from those associates he passed.  The fact that Neil
was a man on a mission was clearly etched across the determined set of
his face.  There wasn't a doubt among the others that a showdown with the
new C.E.O. was on the immediate horizon.  And well deserved.

There wasn't the slightest hint of nervousness as Neil entered the
executive office suite.  Quickly noticing Connie's vacant desk and
purposely failing to break stride, Neil grasped the handle to Victor
Newman's office and burst into the richly paneled room.  The door slammed
back against the wall loudly as Neil took a few long, angry steps into
the office---and then, before the first word was uttered, stopped dead in
his tracks at the unexpected sight which befell him.  Practically
nude, the handsome son of mega-millionaire Victor Newman was unashamedly
flogging his poker and fingering his ass hole while seated behind the
much-coveted Newman throne!

Nicholas had been working himself into a heated frenzy prior to Neil's
unannounced visit; there was no stopping the inevitable.  At the first
sound of the intrusion Nick's sultry eyes fluttered open to dreamily
focus on the other man.  A cocky smile deepened the sexy dimples on both
cheeks just before his muscular body tensed and a succession of cum
blasts burst from his prick, each one hanging suspended in mid-air for a
second before splashing down on his rippled torso.  Neil's thick pink
lips fell open and his eyes widened in amazement at the completely
unexpected hedonistic display.  Surprisingly, he felt an uncontrollable
stirring in his own loins.

Nicholas had collapsed in the chair and, with eyes closed, was panting
heavily from his orgasmic exertion.  Forcing his legs to move, Neil
backed up to the entrance way, closing and bolting the door against any
further intruders.  Once again advancing on his nemesis Neil cleared his
throat, which had gone quite dry in the last few moments, to gain
Nicholas' attention.  The naked stud's tongue rolled out to moisten
his lips and then, with a low groan of satisfaction, opened his eyes
to the other man.  Cocking his head to one side against the chair back,
Nicholas smiled crookedly.

"Don't you believe in having yourself announced like every one else?"

Raising his chin, Neil looked down his wide brown nose at the
well-developed nitwit.  "Connie wasn't at her desk," he replied
measuredly.  "And if you planned to engage in some hanky panky you should
have at least considered locking the door."

Flicking his even brows, Nicholas countered, "Oh, I considered it, Neil.
As you could see when you burst in here I was in the need of some
company."

Frowning slightly, Neil considered the younger man's words.  He was
thoroughly aware that Nicholas' smoky eyes were traversing his body,
resting a moment too long on the area of his crotch.  The thickly
majestic protrusion rising from the Newman buck's groin was showing no
sign of deflating; in fact, the big thing was throbbing with renewed
vigor.  Easily noticing the black man eyeing his manhood, Nicholas smiled
more openly.  Spreading his arms out and upward, the young C.E.O. lazily
rested his head in the palms of his big hands, expectantly observing
Neil's reaction when he opened his beefy thighs wider and
purposely thrust out his hairy, cum-drenched crotch for the other man's
perusal.

All at once Neil had a clearer understanding of the Newman numbskull.
Turning his profile on the now-obvious switch hitter, Neil tapped finger
tips on the polished desk top and let his gaze wander to a far side of
the ceiling.

"This is hardly acceptable behavior for a Newman executive---and
certainly even more questionable of the C.E.O.," Neil chided him in a
low, almost reproachful voice.

"Oh, c'mon, Neil," Nicholas replied amusedly.  "Do you for one minute
think there has never been any office shenanigans here at Newman?  I'd
even be willing to wager at one time or another my own father has cut a
few deals right over there on that sofa."  Pressing on, he added, "Tell
me honestly that Drucilla never dared you to engage in a little hanky
panky in your office....or hers.  Heck, Neil, just last week Sharon was
under my desk giving me some amazing head while I was on an
intercontinental business call.  She was so good I had to put the call on
hold while I got my rocks off."

Neil silently glanced sidelong at the brawny braggart.  Certainly a
fine choice for the C.E.O. position Victor Newman had made!  While young
Nicholas was using the office like his personal boudoir, Newman
Industries was slowly and certainly headed toward dangerous terrain.
Still, there was some truth in what the exhibitionist had said; just
enough, in fact, to remind Neil of his own assignations early on in his
career with Newman.  His initial climb up the corporate ladder all those
years ago just happened to coincide with the same intentions as pixie
cute Ryan McNeal.  In the end it was McNeal who won the ultimate
prize---the hand of fair Victoria in marriage merger.  But certainly not
before many long after office hours evenings spreading his gymnastic
thighs, begging for more and more of Neil's coveted ethnic cock.  Even
after his marriage---both their marriages, in fact---they'd remained good
fuck buddies.  Too bad Ryan's loony second wife pulled out a pistol that
fateful afternoon years back and offed him; otherwise, Neil would
probably still be fucking him on the sly today.  Make no mistake:
Neil Winters loved sweet, juicy pussy same as any other guy but, like
most straight men willing to admit it, craved himself a little tight man
ass every now and again.  Judging by the way Nicholas was puppeteering
his hairy hole only moments ago the Newman pup was an eager fuck
receptacle.  Perhaps, Neil thought as he slowly circled the massive desk,
there was still hope for saving Newman Industries from the apprentice's
destructive hands.

Both men's eyes remained locked on the other while Neil made his way
around the desk, stopping directly alongside his employer's son.  With
buttocks rested on the edge of the desk he looked down on the handsome,
beefy jock, who met his gaze with silent expectation.  Lowering
his ever-wide orbs to the white stud's engorged manhood, Neil
purposefully reached out and, wrapping his chocolate fingers around the
fat stalk, gave it a tight squeeze.  Nicholas responded by pressing his
body back against the chair and moaning appreciatively, the cocky smile
on his face replaced with a look of obvious desire.

"Looks to me like the Newman's have some black blood in their lineage,"
Neil taunted as he gave the big thing a few obligatory strokes before
unhanding it.  Dipping the tip of index and middle fingers into the
abundant pool of spent cum oozing down Nicholas' torso, Neil brought it
up to the chipmunk-cheeked beauty's lips and watched as young Newman
greedily devoured the deposit.  Stuffing his fingers deep into the warm
orifice, Neil was pleasantly aroused by the way Nicholas licked and
sucked on his digits like they were little twin cocks.  While the goateed
black man played inside his mouth, Nicholas moved to an upright position
in the chair and cupped one hand over the growing mound in the front of
Neil's slacks while his other struggled with belt buckle and zipper.
Yanking pants and underwear down thick, chocolate thighs he freed Neil's
straining shaft.

Nearly gasping, Nicholas smacked cock-hungry lips when he got his first
look at the breathtaking piece.  Neil's impressive manhood matched
Nicholas' own equipment in size, ten glorious inches of thick beef
pulsing upward from his hairy crotch.  Very dark and nearly black at its
thick base, the fat shaft took on a deep chocolate coloring save for the
top quarter, which grew darker again.  The perfectly shaped purplish
mushroom head was like a giant cap atop the powerful throbber.  Corded
with muscle and blood engorged veins, it bobbed in front of
Nicholas' awestruck face, inviting him to take a taste.

Wrapping his fingers around the trunk-like base, Nicholas hefted Neil's
big, dark low-hangers in his other hand and looked up at the man.  "Real
nice, Neil.  Can't believe you've been keeping this under wraps for so
long," he smiled.

"Didn't know the boss' son was a player," Neil taunted.  Despite his
differences with the younger man, Neil had to admit that Nicholas Newman
looked mighty cute down there inspecting his abundant package.  The
dimples deepening to either side of his cheeks as he grinned up at Neil
made the black man want to shove his prick straight down the jock's
gullet and give him a harsh face fuck.  But there was more than man sex
going on here---at least from Neil's perspective.  His primary concern
had to be salvaging Newman Industries; it appeared that breeding Nicholas
Newman might accomplish that goal.

"Ever sampled dark meat before?" Neil asked in a deep, low voice.
Smiling again goofily while his hand played with Neil's shaft, Nicholas
shook his head in the negative.  Of course, neither had any recollection
of Victor Newman's drug-induced Christmas orgy a few years back where
they were first introduced to each other's private pleasures.  "You'd
better be sure you want to do this because once you get a taste of a
brutha you're going to be ruined for anyone else."

Now stroking the full length of hot cock, Nicholas grinned even more
widely into the African features of the man standing over him.  Leaning
in, he teasingly flicked the tip of his tongue in that sensitive area on
the underside of the shaft just below the head.  Moaning sexily, Neil's
eyelids reflexively shuddered together and his head fell back on broad
shoulders, his adam's apple more pronounced as he swallowed heavily.

"Oh, yes, Nich-o-las," he muttered, hands working to loosen his tie and
the first few buttons of his dress shirt.  "This is going to be good."

Nicholas moved in again, spreading his puffy lips to engulf the fat,
helmet-shaped head of his business assistant's big black cock.  With lips
puckering around the deep purple rim, Nicholas' eager tongue raced over
the surface of the hot cock head.  Saliva washed over the prized glans in
waves, licked and sucked up by Nicholas' nursing mouth.  His hands worked
on nuts and shaft, lightly kneading the hefty ball bag while he gave some
serious wrist action to the stalk.  In one steady upward movement
Nicholas tightly squeezed the exposed shaft and was rewarded with a heavy
dose of rich pre-cum.  Lapping it up, the tip of his tongue burned
between the folds of Neil's piss hole to coax out more delicious nectar.

Neil spread his legs wider to better brace himself; already he'd gotten
weak in the knees.  It had been years since Ryan---or any man---had gone
down on him.  Neil had forgotten how good it felt, or how erotic it
looked, for another macho man to feast on his junk.  Nick was making all
the right moves: licking his cock head, nibbling on the rim, sucking up
all his jungle juice.  The white stud looked like one of those bobble
head figures the way he was shifting his head around, getting at
the mushroom cap from all angles.  For the first time in months Neil had
the upper hand with the brain dead jock; he was in possession of
something Nicholas coveted.  If he played this right he might gain an
advantage over young Newman.  Right now he appeared to be in the cat
bird's seat---or so he thought until Nicholas began swallowing his meat.

Nicholas' spit-glistened lips glided down the length of tasty cock,
taking almost half before it lodged against the back of his yawning
mouth.  Sucking on the chocolate meat, the Newman buck's tongue swirled
around the underside of the big thing, teasing the heavy throbbing vein.
He began fucking the proud cock with his mouth, bobbing up and down while
his hands massaged cum-laden balls.  The fat fucker glided over his
slick, sucking lips, depositing a trail of cock honey along the way.
Nicholas snorted and sputtered around the thick muscle, devouring it like
a starved animal; his first taste of black cock sweeter than he'd have
imagined.

Suddenly Neil's big hand was on his shoulder, pushing him back and
yanking the python from his mouth.  Nicholas swiped the back of a hand
across his saturated lips and, swallowing hard, looked up at the older
man through pleading eyes.  Taking hold of himself, Neil roughly slapped
his huge appendage against one side of Nicholas' face and then the other
before holding it away from the cock sucker.

"You like sucking this cock, Master Newman?" Neil queried teasingly.

All cockiness was gone from the rich boy turned uninhibited whore.  "Yes,
it's an amazing slab of beef," Nicholas panted in reply.  To Nicholas,
everything was "amazing."  His wife was "amazing"....his children were
"amazing"....his ex-stripper mother was "amazing"....his father
(sometimes) was "amazing"....and man cock was "amazing".  Spreading his
lips he moved in for another mouthful but was once again pushed back.

"You know, Nick, I was just thinking.....you might want to reconsider
your position on the Jolson project."  Neil was looking off into space,
appearing disinterested in the fabulous head he was getting---rather
enjoying his game of one upmanship with the stud who had practically
stolen his C.E.O. position at Newman.

Nicholas' smoky, sex-glazed eyes locked with Neil's.  "The Jolson
project?!  Are you going to talk business now, of all times?   To hell
with the Jolson project!  All I want right now is to suck your big black
cock and give you the most amazing blow job of your life. Then I want you
to put this monster up my ass!  We'll talk about the Jolson project
later!"

"Later, Nicholas.   We'll talk about a lot of things later," he murmured,
almost to himself as he pressed his meat to Nicholas' lips.  Young Newman
sucked him in like a vacuum and quickly resumed his sloppy cock eating.
Leaning forward Neil grasped him by the back of the head and, holding the
cock sucker in place, began thrusting his hips to fuck Nicholas'
mouth.  His thrusts were full-length, forceful and determined, slamming
as deeply as possible into Nicholas' oral cavern.  His fat cock head
poked into the entrance of Nicholas' throat, causing the white stud to
choke and sputter as, with each thrust, more of the thick cock was forced
into his throat.  Soon Nicholas was forced to breathe solely
through widely flaring nostrils as more and more flavorful man meat was
fucked down his gullet.  Tears formed at the corners of his eyes as
Nicholas fought to accept the entire length.  Veins throbbed at his
temples, his face turned a shade of crimson and his neck bulged from its
burden.  With a fateful snort and swallow, Nicholas thrust forward and
plunged his nose into the coarse black pubic hair covering Neil Winter's
groin.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Neil gave out a long sigh and once again fell
back against the desk.  Nicholas went with him, never allowing the
monstrous cock to slip from his throat.  He could feel it pulsing madly
way down there, stretching his throat with each blood-engorged beat.
Neil's brillo bush tickled his nose, some of the hairs wedged up in his
enlarged nostrils.  Nicholas breathed in the slightly musky, manly scent
from Neil's crotch while his throat slowly grew accustomed to its new
burden.  Neil sighed yet again when he felt Nicholas' velvet throat begin
to milk his buried-to-the-balls black crankshaft.

Suddenly aware that he was profusely perspiring, Neil's hands worked to
strip jacket and shirt from his torso and fling them onto the desk behind
him.  Peeling the undershirt from his powerful black body, Neil was naked
as a jaybird with his cock embedded in the new company C.E.O.'s hot, wet
mouth.  Glancing up at Neil's gym-toned body, Nicholas groaned
appreciatively around his mouthful and echoed Neil's actions by stripping
off his own shirt and tie.  Only the white tank top T partially covered
Nicholas' athletic body, amply displaying the impressive musculature of
his arms.

Taking hold of Neil's dangling ball sac, Nicholas slowly drew back off
the cock.  Ten wicked inches glided along his tongue until the dripping
head was all that was left in his mouth.  Nicholas went to town on the
sensitive head, jerking his head back and forth and sideways, swirling it
around in his saturated mouth and lashing it with his tongue.  Coming off
it for just a few seconds, Nicholas yanked the T-shirt over his head and
tossed it aside, rendering himself as buck-ass naked as the beautiful
black man.  Grasping hands full of tight ass cheeks, Nicholas dove on the
dancing cock again, successfully swallowing the entire thing with one
frantic gulp.  He lunged and withdrew time and again---ten inches in, ten
inches out---blatantly throat fucking the darkly majestic piece.

Neil's mouth had gone dry as the Sahara and his heart was thudding
maddeningly in his smooth brown chest.  The vision of dumb, handsome
Nicholas Newman slurping on his big black cock sent waves of passion and
forbidden lust through his strong, yet quivering body.  Somehow Nicholas'
wet throat enveloped his giant member, sending an excited tingling
sensation throughout his heated loins.  Warm hands grabbed at his bared
buttocks, manhandling the firm bubbled mounds.  When exploring fingers
began toying with his virgin asshole, the black stud sighed heatedly and
arched his back, effectively thrusting his cock deeper into Nicholas'
slobbering mouth.

Nicholas was in cock sucking heaven, thoroughly enraptured by his first
taste of dark man meat.  Repeatedly he swallowed the engorged monster
whole, worshipping it in the farthest depths of his straining throat.
Wet lips ran over the powerful shaft until the sweaty, dangling ball bag
slapped up against his chin goatee.  Nicholas inhaled deeply of Neil's
fragrant crotch scent, rolling his eyes and moaning with lust at the fat
knob throbbing against the confines of his throat.  His head bobbed up
and down, back and forth, forcefully pumping the huge-veined beast into
his face.  Slobber drooled from the corners of his mouth, tears escaped
his eyes every time he bottomed out on the behemoth and snot was dripping
from his flaring nostrils.  But Nicholas Newman didn't care; he didn't
care that he looked something less than the
happily-married-father-of-two-heir-apparent.  He didn't care that he was
the C.E.O. of a major corporation, using his business office like a back
alley.  As he crammed himself full of fat, dripping horsecock all
Nick knew was that, after too long in hibernation, he was ecstatic to be
experiencing man sex again.

After throat fucking the tasty fudgesicle for a few more lusty moments,
Nicholas slowly backed off.  All those long, fat inches of healthy black
beef came up out of his abused throat, sliding from between his drenched
lips until the agitated beast slapped free against Neil's taut belly.
Wasting nary a moment, Nicholas dove back in.  His wet tongue lapped up
the underside of the fat cock in long, sloppy strokes, gathering the
mixture of leaking pre-cum and his own abundant spittle.  Swooping down
on the ethnic stud's bloated ball bag, Nicholas ferociously gobbled it up
and savored the furry chestnuts which had pulled closer to Neil's heavily
perspiring body.  With one hand grabbing black ass cheek and the other
stroking that majestic cock, Nicholas sucked on the meaty sac, feeling
those ovular orbs slipping around under their silken skin and
anticipating the thick, delicious juice they would soon produce for
his parched pleasure.

Making a surprising move, Neil's manicured, black hands landed on
Nicholas' strong, rounded shoulders and pushed him back against the
chair.  Leaning over the big dumb hunk and grasping him around the back
of the thighs, Neil strongly lifted Nicholas from the chair and placed
him on the desk top behind them.  With one swipe of his arm everything
from the desk was scattered onto the floor.  Nicholas lay atop the cold
desk top with a sexy grin on his handsome face as he spread his beefy,
hairy legs and lifted them into the air.  Pulling the horny buck to the
edge of the desk, Neil's hand reached between the V of the jock's
outstretched thighs just below his tightened ball sac.  Nicholas sighed
when a thick black finger slid through his sweaty crack and pressed into
his heated ass hole.  Spitting a wad onto the target, Neil slid two, then
three fingers into the warm cavern and slowly fucked them in and out,
curiously watching Nicholas squirm about on his father's desk top.

"Fuck me!" the young C.E.O. commanded.

"Rest assured, I'm going to have your white ass, Nicholas," Neil said
teasingly.  "And, afterwards, we're going to have a long conversation
about your plans for the Brash and Sassy line."

"I don't care about that," Nicholas sighed breathlessly.  "I just need to
get fucked...hard!"

Neil ceased his finger fuck and gave Nicholas a serious look.  "I can go
down the hall and stuff this big, beautiful black cock into my wife's
sweet, inviting pussy to get my rocks off.  And where will that leave
you, Master Newman?"

"All right!" Nicholas countered angrily, his brows furrowed and his
tongue nervously working between his lips.  "We'll talk about Brash and
Sassy---later.   Just take me---TAKE ME NOW, DAMMIT!"

With a self-satisfied smile, Neil spit into the palm of his hand and,
greasing up his rigid prick, guided it to Nicholas' twitching bull's
eye.  Pressing his cock head against the quivering mouth, Neil easily
slid into the tight, hot hole.  Nicholas' ass ring gripped at the fat
cock as it sunk into him, stretching his pucker wider and wider.  Neil
looked down at his dark shaft sliding ever deeper into Nicholas' hairy
pink love hole, amazed at how good it felt up inside the hot chute.  When
he bottomed out with his fat cock head buried somewhere deep inside
Nicholas' mushy guts, Neil's lips parted for a euphoric sigh while his
eyes rolled upwards in their sockets.  Taking hold of strongly muscular
thighs, Neil began to move his majestic manhood in and out of Nicholas
Newman's macho man hole.

"Oh yeah, Neil!"  Nicholas breathed huskily.  "Feels so fucking good!
Such a big, manly cock screwing my tight ass!  Haven't been fucked in so
long!  Keep fucking me....fuck me hard...harder!!"

Neil became so aroused by such trashy talk from the wealthy Newman heir
that he turned up the tempo a notch, humping the hot ass with a renewed
fury.  Nicholas took to thrashing and groaning as Neil drilled his man
pussy with determined force.  His dangling balls slapped against the
white stud's sweaty body with each toe-curling assault.  All Neil's
strength was centered on the welcomed invasion of Nicholas' bodacious
butt.  He thrust forward, pulled back, then thrust again, feeling his fat
cock head sinking deep into the other man's gut and near knocking wind
out of him.  His thrusts were strong and passionate, eliciting looks of
erotic bliss from Nicholas' handsome face.

Impaled by the giant black cock, Nicholas expertly worked the inner
muscles of ass in time with Neil's fast, furious fuck.  Relaxing when the
stud charged deeply inside him, he then tightened up so as to hug and
caress the entire length on its long journey outward.  Neil was pounding
him just the way Nicholas liked, not showing any mercy on his tender ass
and making him feel every powerful thrust.  Wanting to reassure the
goateed black stud that he could handle whatever was thrown at him,
Nicholas bucked into each swift plunge and moved his ass like a million
dollar cock whore.  Neil responded by picking up the pace, fucking him
even harder.

As Nicholas' sweat-drenched body slid back on the desk from the heated
assault, Neil flexed the muscles of his arms and yanked the stud back
into fucking position.  His steely prick lunged, stuffing itself
impossibly deep within the Newman pup's warm, gyrating body.  He'd almost
forgotten how deliciously tight it was up inside another guy's butt hole,
far tighter than his wife's pretty puss.  Nicholas was obviously trained
at fucking, causing Neil to wonder who had been successfully breeding him
up until now.  The way the muscular stud's ass squeezed his huge erection
proved Nicholas was talented in the art of pleasuring other men.  It was
almost as if Nicholas was sucking him off from inside his ass!  Neil
savored the vision of the rich boy's pink insides clinging to his black
boner on the out stroke and the way the hairs of his ass
tickled the length on its swift return journey.

Neil grinned down at the sexy fuck, who was lost in his sexual nirvana.
Far as Nicholas was concerned, nothing else mattered at this point except
the colossal cock pounding his prostate and testing his masculine
endurance.  Neil firmly believed that if Mrs. Newman were to walk into
the office at this moment, Nicholas wouldn't be able to stop himself;
he'd suffer the consequences only after he'd been satiated.  It seemed
the perfect time for Neil to make his calculated move.  Yanking his thick
piece from the handsome stud's fuck hole, Neil watched the expression of
confusion wash over Nicholas' sex hungry face.  The muscular hunk's ass
lips alternately yawned open, then winked closed, desperate to be cock
stuffed once again.  Neil's prick was throbbing maddeningly just inches
away from the satisfying man pussy, giving away his every desire for more
man ass.

"Neil?" Nicholas pressed tentatively.  "What's wrong?  Why did you stop?"

"Well, Nicholas, I was thinking," Neil looked off into space, tapping a
finger against his lip thick, Negroid lips.  "Brash and Sassy was a
lucrative cosmetics line under your sister's tutelage and, since I worked
alongside her for a long while, I'm certain I could make it profitable
again."

Nicholas' agitated body squirmed about on the desktop and his fingers
took to toying with his lonely hole.  "I told you we'd talk about that
later.  Now let's get back to the fucking!"

"Oh, no," Neil shook his head and smiled mischievously, enjoying the
new-found power he had over the inept executive.  "Before I give you more
of this I want your commitment that Brash and Sassy remains solvent and
that I get to spearhead the project.  There's no room for compromise
here, Nicholas."

"Alright!" Nicholas agreed without another moment's hesitation.
"Agreed.  Brash and Sassy stays.  Now get back to business and dick me!"

"My pleasure, boss," Neil smiled widely, satisfied with this easily won
gain.  The lips of Nicholas' pink pucker gaped open before the black
man's wondrous eyes and Neil leaned in, stuffing his aching prick ball's
deep inside the warm, inviting man hole.

"OH, YEAH!" Nicholas bellowed as the hot cock glided into him and punched
into his guts.  His ass hole clasped around the fat prick, determined not
to let it go this time around.  Neil kicked into gear, slamming his shaft
in and out of Nicholas' heaving frame.  His sensitive shaft felt
deliciously good inside the wet, clenching hole---but both knew they
could not prolong the inevitable forever.

Neil was power driving the younger man, fucking him short and deep and
literally tearing up his hole.  Nicholas wrapped a fist around his
vein-engorged hard-on and began furiously stroking his meat while he was
gloriously balled.  Neil embedded his red hot poker all the way up
his shit chute, rabbit fucking around his intestines.  The black man
could feet the beating of Nicholas' heart through his throbbing stiffie
and punched even harder, driving his cock to the hilt.  Nicholas' hunky
body jerked with each solid impact.  Neil pounded him mercilessly, his
lips set in a determined snarl as his actions grew rougher.  He needed to
get off....and he needed to get off NOW!

Nicholas had begun babbling incoherently.  His hand was a whir, pumping
his cock with wild abandon.  Then with a strangled cry his entire body
tensed, then jerked, and bullets of white hot jizz exploded from his cock
slit.  At the same time his man cunt clamped down extra tight around
Neil's plunger, which felt every delicious wave of Nicholas' mind-blowing
orgasm.  It was the final straw for Neil.  Throwing back his head and
gritting even white teeth, shooting stars flashed behind Neil's tightly
clenched eyelids as his big cock exploded inside Nicholas' bowels,
liberally scouring him with dick lava.  His body heaved time and again as
one orgasm followed another until, completely weakened, Neil collapsed
atop Nicholas' body.

They lay that way for long moments afterwards, labored breathing slow to
be restored.  Nicholas held the black man in his arms, staring up at the
ceiling and running his big hands along Neil's arms, up over his strong
shoulders and down his back until they rested upon the swell of big,
strong buttocks.  It was great to be fucked again!  It was great to hold
another man's strong, sweaty body in his arms and know his seed was
implanted deep inside him.  Later tonight he would be the aggressor,
taking Trevor's ass for the first time.  But for now Nicholas was content
in this recent sexual aftermath.

"Neil?" he whispered huskily into the black man's ear.

Neil came up on his elbows to look into Nicholas' sexual satisfied face.
"If you tell me you are going to renege on our deal, Nicholas....."

Nicholas smiled toothily.  "No way; I don't make bogus deals."

The bimbo was incapable of making any important deals, Neil thought to
himself.  "Glad to hear it.  Then, what is it, Nicholas?"

Those endearing dimples deepened to either side of Nicholas' beaming
smile.  "Next time," he said, slapping Neil's buttocks.  "I want to get
down there and eat some of this nice, round chocolate ass."

Neil knew he had the stud pup eating out of the palm of his hand.  There
would be no more trouble from the C.E.O. at Newman Industries, so long as
Neil kept him sexually satisfied.  After having gone so long without
a fuck buddy, buggering Nicholas Newman would hardly be a sacrifice.
Taking hold of one plump nipple on the tamed stud's chest, Neil twirled
it between thumb and forefinger as he thought aloud.

"Well, Nicholas, there's no time like the present.  But first, I have
been meaning to speak to you about the Chesterfield acquisition....."