Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 13:54:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Duke of Lincoln, Chapter 4.

        "I think, Your Grace, we should have his reflexes tested," I said
turning back to the Duke.  "If they are as sharp as I suspect they are,
I'll get him into an excellent class that the Embassy uses.  With your
permission, of course, Your Grace."

	"Yes, Mr. Jackson.  Please proceed," the Duke agreed.

	"Tomorrow morning, then?" I nodded to Mr. Dunbar.  "I'll meet you
in the garage where the Bentley is parked at, say, 9:00 a.m.?"

	"Very good, Sir.  Thank you, Sir," he beamed.

	When he left the room, Alex burst out laughing.  "I think we just
made that young man's day.  Now, how about you make my night?"


				 Chapter 4

	I walked into my private bathroom, brushed my teeth, shed my
clothes, and generally did all the good things you should do before you
crawl into bed.  When I slipped into my bed, Alex was already there,
warming it up for me.  I leaned over and kissed him gently.  He grabbed the
back of my head and ardently kissed me back.  Moving atop him, I kissed
harder and hugged him tightly.  His legs wrapped around my lower back.  I
could feel his hard dick between us.  Mine lengthened as well.

	"I need to get fucked more than I need to get rimmed tonight," the
Duke smiled up at me.

	"Oh?" I replied, moving down far enough that my hard dick pressed
against his raised ass.  I could feel that his love tunnel entrance was
slippery.  He'd already lubed himself up.  I laughed.  "You must have been
a Boy Scout, always prepared."

	"I know what I want," he replied.

	"As your almost employee, I should grant your wish," I replied.

	"Almost?"

	"Almost," I smiled down at him.  "But, this isn't almost," I moaned
when the thick head of my dick slipped between his cheeks and entered his
deep channel.

	"Gawd, NO, not even approaching almost," he sighed.  His hands
cupped my big glutes and pulled me deeper.  "I need more!" the Duke urged.
I gave him all 10" in a long stroke into him.  "Yeah, that's more like it!"
he moaned, grabbing my butt and holding me tightly against his upturned
ass.  I ground my dick into him.  "Yeah!" he groaned again.  "I need some
really hard sex.  You agreeable?"

	I withdrew to the head and slammed forward.  He winced and cried
out.  I smirked and did it again.  "That answer your question?" I replied
belatedly.  He nodded his head vigorously.  Captain Montrose and I had
enjoyed many similar sessions, so I knew how to power-fuck a good ass
instead of making love.  I pounded and pumped his ass as hard as I could,
using all my muscles to leverage each powerful thrust and withdrawal.  My
hips slapped against his ass in rapid fire manner.  I moved him all over
the bed as we fucked.  We tried several positions.  He especially liked it
doggie style.

	But, this kind of Olympian event couldn't last.  My nuts were
boiling and his ass had to be hurting from all the friction.  I warned him
I was about to unload my heavy nuts, but he only smiled over his shoulder
and pushed his ass back against my pounding hips.  "Fill me up!" he
shouted.  In a final plunge and a bellowing roar, I pulled his ass tightly
against my hips and climaxed.  My dick jerked and sprayed six times before
I could regain control.

	With my climax subsiding, I returned to a more casual fuck pace.
His love tunnel was well coated with my semen, making it more slippery and
more pleasurable to fuck.  He sighed contentedly.  I leaned over his back
and kissed his neck and ears.  "I'm sure we've awakened the staff," I
whispered, extracting my long dick from his butt.  I flopped on to the bed
beside him.

	"These walls are three feet thick," he retorted.  "Very convenient,
don't you think?" he laughed.  I kissed him tenderly and moved down his
chest to his leaking dick.  He moved around and began to sniff and chew on
my asshole.  "Don't spend too much time sucking on me or I'll explode," he
warned.

	I let his dick slip from my mouth and it splatted wetly on his abs.
"Would your Grace have something in mind that involved this beautiful dick
and my black ass?" I wondered, stating the obvious.

	"Perhaps," he allowed, but smiled broadly.

	I spun about and sat heavily on his hard manhood.  It rocketed into
me delightfully.  I couldn't believe how easily my ass had swallowed his
dick.  Alex must have shoved a lot of spit up my butt.  I know I left a
good deal on his dick before I allow it to leave my mouth.  It also helped
that he was a leaker when he got hard.  The combination worked wonderfully.
I bounced and screwed myself on his upright organ.  He held on to my hips
and pistoned upward each time I squatted heavily.

	Getting a good fuck from me had primed his pump.  In less than
another minute, he was jetting his creamy load deep inside me.  I sucked on
his dick with my ass muscles, trying to give him as much pleasure as he'd
given me only moments before.  He writhed and pumped hard into me as his
climax peaked and then waned.  He groaned and then shouted out each climax
wave as they crashed over him.

	I hadn't had someone this versatile in a long time.  I was enjoying
it immensely.  Many versatile men had warmed my bed, but few were like
Alex.  He aggressively sought to take me and give it right back.  Most of
these so-called versatile men needed to be prompted to get their dick up my
ass.  I suppose that's the price you pay for having a big dick like mine.
Nearly all men want to get fucked by it, forgetting that my black ass is
just as hungry for man dick as theirs.

	In the early morning, the Duke showed me more of the grounds and
house.  I noted a small plaque by the front gate for a security alarm
company.  I wrote the name down with its phone number.  Certain measures
which I thought needed to be in place were lacking or so well-hidden I
couldn't see them.  If I were going to accept the Duke's position as head
of security, I'd need to know more about what already existed for his
protection.

	At 9:00, Alex went riding with a neighbor and I scurried off to
meet with Mr. Dunbar.  He was already there pacing nervously when I opened
a side door to the garage.  Wanting to make a good impression, he smiled
and strode over to me.  He shook my hand and addressed me formally as
Mr. Jackson.  "Let's get one thing very clear, Mr. Dunbar," I said.  "When
the Duke isn't about, please call me Derek.  Should I take this position,
you and I need to be on a first name basis."

	He nodded agreeably, but his nodding reminded me of a doll head on
a spring you often see in car rear windows.  I tried not to laugh.  "James,
Sir," he responded finally, giving me his Christian name.

	"Now, then, James, you have a driver's license?" I asked.  He
nodded like the doll again.  "What have you been driving?"

	"My dad's car mostly, Sir, uh, I mean Derek," he blithered.
"Sometimes, my mates and I go out and I'm the one who drives them home.
I'm not much of a drinker, Sir."

	"Just as well," I smiled.  "You don't want to be tippling when you
drive or may drive His Grace."

	"Uh, Sir, if I might ask?"  I nodded.  "I'm assuming that I'd be
driving five days a week, not seven."

	"That hasn't been determined yet," I replied.  "His Grace may need
you at odd hours and weekends.  You should speak with Fergus to see how he
handled it.  The Duke has made it clear that I'd be with him 24/7."

	"I see, Sir," he replied, wondering if his life were about to be
taken over by his new service to the Duke of Lincoln.

	"Talk to Fergus," I repeated.  "He'll give you a better idea of
what's expected."

	"Yes, Sir," he nodded.

	By now, we were out of the estate grounds and speeding along the M4
back toward London.  I intended to introduce him to Captain Montrose, but
then send him off with another sergeant major who I'd served with over
several years.  He was more current on driving schools in the area than I
was.  I'd been getting vibes from young Mr. Dunbar that he fancied men more
than women.  Getting another opinion from Captain Montrose would strengthen
my perception.

	After introductions and a couple of reflex tests, I left James with
the sergeant major to be tested more thoroughly for reflexes and driving
skills.  That left me alone with Captain Trevor Montrose.  I smiled at him
as the two other men left the room.  He smiled back.  "I've missed our
special times together," he whispered.

	"When are you off duty?" I asked.

	"I'm off now," he grinned broadly.  "I don't have to report until 6
p.m. and I need your big dick in my ass for the next several hours."

	We rushed back to his room, tore each other's clothes off, and
pounced on each other's dick.  Precum flowed thickly from his wide
dickhead.  We rolled about on his bed, enjoying the familiar road toward
unbridled, bareback sex.  He flipped me on to my back, pulled his dick from
my sucking mouth, and sat on my face.  "Get it wet, Derek!" he instructed.
"I gotta get fucked!"

	His manhole gaped open as he squatted back onto my wet, probing
tongue.  The familiar taste of his ass made my dick jerk in his mouth.  If
he didn't sit on my hard dick soon, he'd be drinking my load instead of
taking it deeply up his hungry hole.

	As if he'd read my mind, he swung around and poised over my
throbbing manhood.  I smiled when I saw how hard and thick my dick was.
Precum was gushing from the gaping piss slit.  The anticipation was
delicious.  His ass lips slid easily over my thick dickhead and swallowed
several black inches of obsidian steel.  He wiggled his ass and pressed
down until my entire upright organ disappeared into him.  He sighed and
grinned down at me.  His own hard dick jerked and leaked against my abs.

	"I've missed you," he purred.  "I've missed THIS!" he exulted,
pulling almost completely off my dick and then cannon-balling his ass
downward.  If I hadn't moved my legs apart, he'd have smashed my nuts.  I
thrust up into him and held him down.  "Fuck!  You're so fuckin' BIG!" he
groaned.  I reached for his dick, but he slapped my hand away.  "I'll cum
if you touch it," he warned.

	"Then, I'll just have to fuck it outta ya!" I beamed.

	He smiled at me and slowly pulled up and sank back down, sucking
hard with his ass muscles.  We set up a very slow rhythm.  Both of us loved
how we fucked.  He loved how thick and long my black dick was and I loved
how deep and hungry his pink, wide hole was.  We wanted it to last, but
there really wasn't any way that could happen.  My dick was too hard and
his ass was too hungry.

	"I'm gonna cum!" I croaked hoarsely, holding his hips down and
thrusting savagely upward.  He stroked his dick once and began to blast out
rich, creamy ropes of his dick gravy.  I pumped hard and felt my own jizz
jet into his eager butt.  I power-fucked his ass.  Pumping, thrusting, and
pounding savagely, I rocketed baby gravy deeply inside him.  Even after my
climax, the intense pleasure was so good that I had to continue to fuck his
hard ass.

	When he finally rolled off me, we kissed tenderly.  "Damn, Man!
How I've missed you!" he sighed.

	"Same here, Baby," I replied with a huge smile.  I thought it
better not to say anything more that would compare him to the Duke.  So, I
asked, "Do you think Jim Dunbar is gay?"

	"The young one I sent off with Sergeant Schab?"  I nodded.  "Yeah,
I do.  But, he's got it real bad for you, Man!"

	"Seriously?"

	"DUH!" he laughed.  "You just don't see it, do you?  It happens all
the time," he pointed out.

	"My gaydar is switched off most of the time."

	"It wasn't switched off when the Duke was here."

	"He was coming on to me.  I couldn't miss it," I defended.

	"Yeah, right."

	"How are his reactions?" I pressed, trying to change the subject
away from the Duke.

	"Better than most, but he could stand some additional training in
the opinion of Sergeant Schab.  I think the special driving class will help
there," he suggested.  "Has the Bentley been equipped for high speed
maneuvering?"

	"I'm not sure," I mused.  "I'll need to check on that.  Fergus
would know."  It would need special tires, shocks, etc. to allow for a
zigzagging escape.  It already had bullet-proofing, but I wasn't sure where
it was or how good it was.  Generally, it would be the sides that had been
armored.  But, it was my experience that if you were a target, a small
anti-tank missile could be fired through the non-armored roof or a bomb
could be planted under a manhole cover.  Both would be fatal without the
correct kind of Kevlar plating.  Even the windows might need to be replaced
with the new high-impact glass now available.  Clearly, I had many
site-hardening rabbits to chase down.  Even if I didn't take the offered
job, I should still make the necessary recommendations.

	Sex with Captain Montrose reminded me that I had some of the best
sex I'd ever experienced in one man.  But, the downside was that I'd still
be in the military.  At this point in my life, that was a pretty big
downside.  I was sick to death of the idiots running the Marines, the
politics they played, the lack of understanding concerning what the real
fighting men needed by way of equipment and training.  Enough was enough.

	"Do you think I should retire, Trevor?" I suddenly asked.  The
naked captain next to me had been playing with my dick again and had gotten
it hard.

	"I think you should fuck me, again," he grinned and then kissed me.

	So, I did.  But, this time, he was on the bottom and I rode him for
several more minutes than last time.  However, the results were the same.
He blasted a big, creamy load all over both of us while I plastered my load
over several deep inches of his ass tunnel.

	We took showers and ate lunch in the mess.  I made some phone calls
about strengthening the Bentley without giving away what vehicle it was
for.  I thought it would be appropriate to have some scale of cost before I
proposed changes to Alex.  I also called Jim Dunbar in the Bentley and
found out that he'd be back at the Embassy soon.  Today was a
get-acquainted day.  The sergeant major who went with him got him signed up
for the right classes.  He started next week with class work.  Toward the
end of the month, he would be out in the car learning the practical side of
his chauffeuring job.

	As I thought about it, we'd have to have two vehicles similarly
armored to keep the Duke safe.  If one were in the shop for the usual
vehicle maintenance, the Duke would still have a set of wheels to get him
where he needed to go in safety.

	Back on the M4, Jim drove at a steady 70 miles per hour.  I watched
as he continuously checked mirrors and other vehicles for potential
threats.  Evidently, he'd already had his first introductory class on
threat assessment.  I smiled and enjoyed the ride.

	Two bollards prevented our entry into the grounds of the estate.
Jim punched in the security code to gain entry.  The bollards retracted
into the ground and we passed through.  I gauged that they popped back into
place before a following vehicle could get through, too.  Automation was a
good thing, but I wondered how many people had the access code and how many
of those had written it down where anyone could find it.  I'd need to check
into more robust security.  Having a person assigned to grant access, even
from a distance could be unreasonably expensive as well as easily
compromised.  Perhaps, something that required fingerprint identification
or a retinal scan wouldn't be out of reason.

	All of these questions I had made me wonder if I were an alarmist.
After all, he hadn't been targeted yet. There weren't even any nasty
letters addressed to him.  Still, it would be my duty to point out the
flaws in his security if I were going to take the position.  As I thought
of the word "position" I flashed on Alex positioned on all fours in front
of me, my dick slowly sliding up his tight ass.  My manhood instantly
hardened and jerked.

	Mr. Dunbar stopped the car near the kitchen door and hopped out to
open my door.  I thought about letting myself out, but decided he could use
the practice.  I smiled as he bowed graciously and got out.  When he
straightened up, I noticed him staring at my hard dick.  It did make a
noticeable tent in my slacks.  I cleared my throat to distract him and
casually tried to adjust myself so my thick, long tube wasn't so obvious.
He continued to stare.

	I sighed, deciding there was no point in trying to hide it.
Luckily, Fergus was just emerging from the garage.  I strode over to him,
hoping the activity would force my dick to deflate.  It worked only
partially.  But, he had the good graces not to stare or mention my bone.  I
asked him about the armoring on the Bentley.  He began to tell me about it,
and then thought it better to show me.  Fergus beckoned me into one of the
garages and leafed through several file folders in a cabinet before finding
what he needed.

	"As you can see with these plans, His Grace spared no expense in
armoring the Bentley," he smiled proudly.  All soft points had been
strengthened with Kevlar, including the roof and the undercarriage.  New
shocks, tires, and engine cooling systems had been beefed up.  Even the
gasoline tank had been replaced and lined with Kevlar.

	"Is there another vehicle he can use when this one might be in the
shop for maintenance or something similar?" I pressed.

	"Well, there is the Rolls, but the armoring on that is antiquated,
just like the car," he smirked.  "The steel plating couldn't stop many of
the modern munitions I should think.  Most bullets would bounce off, but
missiles, bombs, or high-impact or depleted uranium bullets would sail
right through," he sighed.  "So, the old girl stays home most of the time."

	"Have you suggested retrofitting it?"

	"No, I was afraid of the cost and the old girl is pretty elderly.
She's a 1968 Silver Cloud III model," he grinned with fondness.  "It was
purchased by the Duke's grandfather you see."

	I nodded knowingly.  I'm sure that to him the old Rolls-Royce was
part of the family.  He'd probably been driving it for the Dukes of Lincoln
since it was originally purchased.  Fergus probably considered the new
Bentley to be a cheap upstart unworthy of His Grace.  I decided to make
some additional phone calls to see about customizing the Rolls with new
Kevlar armoring.  Perhaps, it would be unreasonably expensive considering
the age of the vehicle.  But, at more than 30 years of age, it was clearly
a collector's car now.

	I ate dinner with the rest of the staff in the kitchen.  After many
phone calls, I knew it was time to talk to Alex about additional security
measures.  I asked his private secretary to squeeze me into the Duke's
schedule tomorrow if possible.  I didn't think it was appropriate pillow
talk, and it could wait until tomorrow.  That left me with the major
question still unanswered.  Should I take the offered position?
Unfortunately, I couldn't decide, not yet anyway.

	It had been a long day.  I went to bed at 10 p.m.  The Duke had
telephone conferences with members of one of his committees in the House of
Lords, so he didn't get to bed until after 11.  I pretended to be fast
asleep when he slipped between the sheets beside me.  I'd wakened when he'd
opened the door (an old Special Ops carryover), but, knowing he needed his
rest as much as I did, I'd feigned sleep.

	But at 6 a.m., I was awake and feeling randy.  My morning hard-on
was hungry for some aristocratic ass.  I kissed his shoulder and Alex
stirred.  His eyes opened slowly and he smiled.  "I think you need some ass
as much as I need some dick," he grinned wickedly.

	"You've come to the right place," I smiled back at him.  He flipped
on to his side and backed toward me.  I rolled to my side and worked my
hard dick between his butt cheeks.  We dry humped for several minutes,
before he grabbed my dick and tried to force it up his ass.  Something this
big wasn't going up his tight ass without some lube.  I thought about
eating his ass out, but that wouldn't be enough to take all of my 10" up
there, so I reached over him and grabbed the lube.  Effectively, that
rolled him on to his stomach.  He raised his ass invitingly.  With three
fingers loaded with something slippery, I massaged his anal opening,
reaching as deeply as his prostate.

       "Damn, that feels good!  But, I need something bigger," he giggled
as he rotated his ass on my three thrusting fingers.

	"Something like this?" I whispered.  I removed my fingers and
inserted my fat dick.  He groaned and smiled over his shoulder at me.  His
ass backed up deliberately, impaling himself on at least six inches of
black steel.  He moaned again.  I rotated my hips to widen his hole and
slide deeper.  He loved that!

	"Fuck!  Give it to me!" he shouted.  "ALL of it!"

	I plowed hard into him, grinding in that last thick inch of fuck
stick.  His ass bounced on my dick, chewing and sucking on it voraciously.
I withdrew until only the thick head was inside him and slammed forward
again and again.  He loved that, too.  One hand slid beneath him and he
began stroking his dick rapidly.

	"If you spray my sheets, I'll make you lick it up," I cautioned
him.  He laughed at my tepid warning.  "Not much of a disincentive, is it?"
He laughed again.

	"Not even remotely," he finally sighed, working his ass muscles as
feverishly as I was pounding his butt.  I flipped him over.  Cum-stiffened
sheets weren't what I had in mind for tonight. Even if he licked up his
spilled load, some of his sperm would still starch my sheets.

	I withdrew almost completely.  I rabbit-fucked him in short jabs,
only going as deeply as his prostate.  With my mouth over the head of his
dick, I sucked and fucked him.  "Oh, FUCK!" he grimaced.  The stimulation
was more than he could take.  Within ten seconds more, he was spraying a
heavy load of cream into my mouth.  The harder his climax blasted his
nervous system, the harder he fucked himself on my pistoning dick.  His
climax waned slightly at the same time that my nuts were ready to fire.  I
pulled off his dick and shouted out my own climax, slamming him hard and
deep, power-fucking him so hard that I moved him back nearly a foot on the
bed.

	Cum leaked from his dick as his climax ended.  His right hand beat
his meat in sync with my thrusts up his ass.  His left hand clung to my
right butt cheek and urged me to pump him faster and harder.  The harder I
climaxed, the harder I fucked him.  If his ass hadn't been so hungry, I'd
have split him wide open.

	We chuffed like old locomotives.  Wild, uninhibited sex was exactly
what we both loved.  Even after my climax shuddered to a stop, I kept
fucking him.  Both of his hands were on my ass now.  He loved my big dick
inside him pounding away.

	"Don't pull out," he sighed.  "I love it like this."

	"Your legs will tire," I reminded him.

	"I'll let you know when it's too much."

	With a slight shrug, I smiled down at him, but kept up a languid
fucking pace.  He tightened his ass muscles, trapping me deliciously inside
him.  Restricting the blood flow out of my dick kept my fat dickhead
inflated and rubbing repeatedly against his joy button.  It felt so good to
him that he had to resume stroking his dick.  Again, his left hand held my
right butt cheek, urging me to continue to fuck him as hard and deep as I
could.

	But, all good things must end.  Finally, my dick deflated enough
that I fell out of his well-lubed and well-filled love tunnel.  He dropped
his legs and pulled me down in to a hard kiss and hug.  "You're the best
sex I've ever had," he smiled up at me when we broke the kiss.  "You really
know how to pleasure a man."

	"I've had some practice," I smiled modestly.

	"I want to cum with you again," he revealed.  "Sit on my face,
Derek."

	I raised my eyebrows, wondering if he really meant it.  But, his
countenance agreed with his words.  He was still horny.  I spun about and
hovered my black ass over his face.  He grabbed my hips and pulled me down
so that my butthole connected lightly with his lips and tongue.  He moaned
with profound pleasure when he sniffed then licked at my pucker.  His dick
jerked and rose from this abs.

	With his face in my ass, I wasn't sure if he wanted to fuck me
after he got me wet enough or he wanted to rim me and get me to suck him
off.  His dripping dick waved above his abs.  That made my decision very
easy.  I swooped down and nearly inhaled his throbbing dick.  He moaned
again and lapped more hungrily at my ass.  His hips fucked up into my face
as his tongue dove deeper inside me.  It was becoming increasingly clear
that my new friend was a champion ass eater and he didn't seem to care if
my ass were ripe or clean.  Either way, he wanted to rim me out until he
shot his load.

	Despite the fact that he'd shot off a load only minutes before, his
hard, jerking dick in my mouth and the increasing volume of his sexual
desires peaked at the same time.  Fusillades of warm cum jetted into my
sucking mouth.  I swallowed once and kept sucking.  Again and again his
dick jerked and fed me more of his ball gravy.  His tongue speared me
repeatedly, licking and lapping as deeply as his oral digit could reach.
Sniffing and eating ass obviously got him off in a big way.

	When his climax finally subsided and he withdrew his tongue from my
cleaned out hole, I released his cum cannon and sat back on his face.  My
dick jerked and slapped wetly against his chest.  I looked over my
shoulder, but could only see the top of his head.  I laughed and pulled
away.  He grabbed at my stiff dick and guided me willingly back to his
asshole.  He flipped himself over and got on all fours again.  Once more, I
mounted him.  I slid easily into him, my previous load having coated his
love chute with the finest lube there is, cum.

	His eager, hungry ass ate my dick like he was starving.  I pounded
him mercilessly, going for a climax, not love making.  He didn't mind at
all.  In fact, he encouraged me with a litany of hot fuck talk.  He begged
me to fuck him harder, deeper, faster, knock him up, fill him up, cum hard
in his manhole.  It went on for several minutes, my climax building to a
crescendo of shouts and curses as I unloaded again in his wet, cummy hole.
To me, it felt like my nuts were pumping like a fire hose when I climaxed.
Each wave of soaring pleasure ripped another creamy rope of sperm out of me
and into his gaping manhole.  I collapsed on to his back and humped him
like a dog.  Even after my climax wore down, I couldn't stop pumping him.
His ass felt so wonderful wrapped around my spasming, jetting dick.

	Alex collapsed on to the bed beneath me.  He pulled me down with
him.  I couldn't stop humping him as he continued to suck my deflating dick
with his hungry ass muscles.  I was so out of control that I was drooling
on to his neck.  My nose and fingers tingled.  Alex was all the sexual
packaging I'd ever dreamed of.  He loved it more than I did and was willing
to do anything I'd suggested in any fashion.

	But, my weight was crushing him; I knew that.  But, I still didn't
want to pull out of him.  I needed to fuck him again and again.  This felt
so GOOD!

	But, it had to end.  I rolled off him when my deflated dick finally
plopped out of his ass.  He snuggled up next to me and kissed me.  I could
taste my ass on his lips, but I didn't care.  We slept for another 30
minutes before we officially started a new day.


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