Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 15:18:04 -0800
From: John Black <blackhunk33@gmail.com>
Subject: Library of Alexandria, Chapter 8.

Library of Alexandria

Chapter 8


	Mr. Asquith, Michael, and John rode in one limousine along with a
driver and security person.  The other limousine contained the three
researchers, a driver, and security person.  They arrived at the Asquith
estate without incident and drove through the gates to be deposited at the
front door.  The butler opened the door and smiled to the people alighting
from the limos.  Mr. Asquith turned to the group and said, "Take the rest
of the afternoon off.  You've earned it.  That includes the security people
and the drivers," he concluded.  "And dress down for dinner.  It's too hot
to stand on protocol tonight.  I expect to see everyone in summer wear
appropriate for a hot day.  This includes the drivers and security people
here."

	Michael and John walked back to their suite of rooms and showered.
It had been a hot day and they'd been sweaty under the bright lights of the
concert hall.  After they'd dried off, Michael nuzzled John's neck and
suggested that they should take advantage of their down time.  John looked
into the mirror and into his husband's eyes.  "You have something nefarious
in mind?"

	"Only raping and pillaging," Michael smiled.

	"You can't rape the willing," John rejoined.  "And I'm looking
forward to the pillaging."

	They rolled into bed with Michael lying atop John as they kissed.
The passion escalated until Michael turned around and commenced sucking
John's hard, black dick.  John returned the favor, eliciting pleasurable
noises from Michael.  Less than a minute later, John was warning his bed
partner that he was going to blow his load down Michael's throat.  Michael
paused just long enough to assure John that he was about to blast his load,
too.

	Seconds later, strangled cries of joy punctuated the slurping
noises they made around each other's hard dick.  More cries of pleasure
filled the room as their climaxes rolled on and on.  Even as their dicks
had stopped firing baby sauce into each other's mouth, they didn't stop
sucking on the hard phallus they'd just pleasured.

	Michael broke away a few minutes later and pushed his tongue up
John's ass, pressing into the dark hole some of John's load.  John moaned
at the lingual contact on his sensitive rosebud.  "Don't even think about
stopping that," John croaked as Michael worked his long tongue up the black
man's tight sphincter.  Both men were champion ass eaters, so they provided
maximum joy to each other for several more minutes.

	This time, it was John who couldn't continue eating out Michael's
ass.  His long, thick, dark dick was throbbing and jerking, leaking copious
quantities of precum.  Michael could read the cues and begged John to
ravish him.  "Fuck me, now!" he pled.  "I need a big load in my ass and
you're the only one who can deliver a huge load from a monster dick."  He
pulled his legs into his chest and then spread his ass for John to skewer
him.

	John didn't need urging.  In one smooth motion, he entered Michael
and slid all the way in.  He made his dick jerk hard when he was deeply
seated.  "You love it deep, Baby?"

	"You know I do.  Fuck me to death!" Michael urged.  "Use those
long, deep strokes that we both love."  John did his best to give Michael
what he wanted.  He kept the pace slow to prevent an early climax, but it
wasn't easy.  He had to stop several times to prevent a flood of sperm
jetting from his horse dick into Michael's eager ass tunnel.

	"Stop or I'll shoot!" John hoarsely croaked.  "Your ass is milking
me again."

	Michael smiled, but did stop working his ass muscles on John's
obsidian breeding pole.  It was almost too late.  John felt his dick tingle
and jerk hard.  One pulse of cream jetted from his thick dick and sprayed
deeply inside Michael.  Two weaker jerks followed, but he didn't climax.
However, he could feel the results in the thick juice that now heavily
lubricated the deep tunnel that he was fucking.  John slowed his pace more,
but to stop the impending climax, he would have had to pull out.  He
couldn't do that.  This felt too good to stop.

	"Gonna NUTT!" John exploded.  The warning was already too late.  As
he uttered the first syllable, his climax sparked a tsunami of man cream in
heavy jets, one after another, filling Michael's love tunnel.  John ceased
long-dicking Michael's ass and slammed hard into the Italian's ass and
humped furiously, each thrust attempting to go deeper than the last one.
His mind was so overwhelmed with the pleasure of breeding his husband that
he lost track of how many times his dick erupted in another spasm of dick
gravy.

	Michael had counted, though: nine big jerks, each one jetting baby
batter into him.  He felt John's dick jerk again and again with echoes of
sprayed jizz into his thirsty ass.  He loved getting fucked by that thick,
long, black dick.  But, he enjoyed getting his ass bred by all that sweet
cream even more.  As John's climax waned, Michael grabbed his husband's ass
and held him tightly against his muscled, Italian ass.  John never failed
to fill him up with cream and give his ass as much pleasure as it could
handle.  Far too often, though, that kind of action on his ass made him
spray his own load between them.  He was lucky that it didn't happen this
time, but it was a close thing.

	John's big dick slowly decreased in size and hardness, slithering
out a couple of minutes later.  He rolled away, but raised his legs in
imitation of what Michael had done.  "You have something in mind?" Michael
smiled as he pushed his lover's legs harder into the dark chest beneath
him.  "Be careful what you ask for," he smirked.

	"I need a big load of Italian sauce in my black ass," John smiled
up at him.  "And you have the best sauce I've ever feasted on with my ass."
He grabbed Michael's ass and pulled him quickly up his black hole.  "Yeah,
that's what I need: a big dick and a good breeding."

	Michael didn't attempt to hold back his climax.  After John had
filled his ass, he knew that his dick was right on the edge of a climax.
With the added friction of a tight ass caressing his thick, Italian meat,
there was no hope for anything other than a short ride and a monster
climax.  If he hadn't already shot a load in John's mouth earlier, he'd
have sprayed his load while John was fucking him.  But, that earlier load
couldn't stop his current need to breed his husband's deep, black ass.

	With a grimace of pleasure, Michael jetted a big load up John's
hole.  John felt every jerk of the Italian's big dick as he was filled with
creamy jizz.  He'd had several men fuck him, but no one could do it like
Michael could.  It was that inexplicable combination of a big dick, a
thick, creamy load of vast quantity, and a great kisser.  He'd had several
black dicks up his ass that were bigger than Michael's, but none of them
could fuck him like Michael could.  And none of them could take his horse
dick without screaming.  He'd met his match with this amazing man.

	They napped for an hour before getting up.  They headed for the
shower again, but couldn't resist each other and wound up in bed again,
swapping breeding sessions.  It was almost like when they'd first met.
They wanted to be a part of each other nearly every minute.  If their
tongues weren't working up their husband's butt, their dicks were.

	At the dinner hour, they finally were dressed and presentable.
Their butts were full of cum, but their breath was fresh.  Mr. Asquith held
forth on how happy he was with the press conference.  Everyone agreed.
They especially liked how he had handled the religious conservatives.
However, that was a temporary victory.  They were sure to hear from the
strident, vicious groups with threats and approbations that weren't kind.

	"I've been called many names in the past," Mr. Asquith sighed.
"And I've received death threats because the small minds couldn't manage
facts.  This too shall pass.  And on a more positive note, I've already
received several offers to make this Atlantean history into a movie.  Of
course, some sort of television mini-series has been suggested, too.  But,
I don't see television giving it the resources it deserves."

	"Have you seen anyone bidding for book rights?" Dr. Steele asked.

	"I don't think we'll see that as it is already available to the
press," Mr. Asquith answered.  "Perhaps, we should think about that or make
it available on the internet.  It has been copyrighted by the foundation,
so we do have publishing rights to it."

	"It isn't exactly a page turner," Michael volunteered.  "I
recommend that you post it on the internet for anyone to download.  At some
point, though, someone will want to flesh it out and make a real story out
of it.  That's what you'll need to watch for."

	"I'll contact the Foundation lawyers and get them rolling on that,"
Mr. Asquith agreed.  "Meanwhile, enjoy your dinner."

	Footmen appeared as if on cue and presented an undressed fruit
salad as the first course.  Michael and John loved it.  They skipped the
soup course as they weren't fans of cold soup.  The main course was a
well-marinated grilled chicken breast with seasonal vegetables on the side.
Everyone was so busy with consuming dinner that conversation had been
abandoned.

	Between the main course and dessert, Michael's right hand strayed
into John's crotch where he immediately located the big, black snake tucked
tightly in John's walking shorts.  He gently rubbed it, getting an instant
reaction.  John frowned at him, but Michael only smiled.  However, John's
dick's reaction was not a frown.  It began to expand and lengthen down
John's left pants leg.  They had foregone wearing underwear, deciding to go
"commando" in the hot weather.  As John's dick got thicker and longer, it
snaked down the inside of his left pants leg.  Michael encouraged the
growth with appropriate squeezes and strokes.

	Conversation picked up again between the courses, but John and
Michael were concentrating on each other.  John moaned quietly at the
pleasure Michael's fingers were giving him.  Michael merely smiled and
joined the conversation when appropriate.  And his digital stimulation of
John's big dick produced the reward he was seeking.  John's phallus slipped
out beyond the hem of his walking shorts, exposing the big, black,
precum-dripping head for Michael to manipulate even more.

	Michael smiled even bigger at his victory.  His fingertips were
slickly coated with precum now.  He raised his fingers to his lips and
tasted John's dick dew.  John continued to leak precum and Michael
harvested and tasted it.  Suddenly, John grabbed Michael's hand so that
Michael's strokes would stop.  He was almost too late.  Michael's
fingertips were on the head of John's dick when he felt the sudden jerk of
John's dick.  A big wad of cream jetted into his cupped fingers, followed
by two weak ones.  Michael smiled knowingly as John held his breath, hoping
that his climax could be halted.

	"I nearly shot a load on to the floor," John whispered with
concern.

	"I didn't mean to get you that close," Michael apologized.  "I only
wanted to make those big nuts of yours make more juice for my ass after
dessert," he grinned.

	"Oh, your ass is gonna get fucked and filled like never before,"
John smirked.

	Michael brought his creamy fingers up to his mouth and licked them
off.  No one was paying attention to him, so he savored the buttery texture
and sweet flavor of John's discharge.  He did love the taste of his
husband's spermy loads, but what he really needed was a hard, deep fuck.
His butthole twitched at the thought.

	John opened his eyes and sighed.  "That was too close," he
whispered as his need to climax subsided.  Michael resumed playing with
John's thick, fat dickhead, coaxing it to leak out more precum.  Again,
John had to stop the stimulation.  "And close again," he moaned.  "Your
Italian ass is going to be overflowing with my load when we get back to our
rooms.

	"That had better be a promise," Michael smiled sweetly.  It was a
challenge that John intended to pick up and deliver on.

	"You are in such trouble," John whispered.  Dessert was presented.
It was a selection of sorbets and crispy cookies.  When they had finished,
John pushed Michael's hand away.  "I need to be able to stand up," he
warned, "and I can't do that in my current condition.  My dick is still
leaking and poking out my pants leg."  Reluctantly, Michael released John's
trouser snake and resumed conversing with his table mates.

	They excused themselves from the table, but John held a hand below
his crotch.  Michael glanced over and smiled.  John's long dick had
continued to leak precum, leaving a noticeable wet spot at the tip of his
dick that had darkened the end of his pants leg.  And his dick was still
pretty long and hard.  Michael smiled even bigger when he thought about how
soon that big thing was going to be pounding in and out of his hungry
manhole.

	As they hurried down the hallway toward their rooms, Michael
grabbed at John's big dick again.  John smiled and said, "I'm gonna fuck
you to death."  He slipped his hand down the back of Michael's pants and
easily slid a finger down Michael's ass trench.  He tapped a big finger
against Michael's back door and pressed gently.  Michael bent slightly at
the waist and welcomed his husband to probe him more deeply.  Michael
stroked John's dick until it popped out of the leg hole again.  They opened
the door to their room and walked inside.

	Immediately, John began pulling off Michael's clothes as Michael
did the same to him.  When they were naked, John pushed Michael on to the
bed.  On his hands and knees, Michael wiggled his ass in John's face.  John
wasted no time in delving into Michael's depths with his tongue.  He'd
sampled Michael's ass many times since they'd first met and it never
disappointed him.  Michael was always eager to get rimmed and eventually
fucked.  John would do his best to prolong the rimming until Michael was
frantic with desire to get fucked.  Sometimes it worked.  Most of the time,
it didn't.  John's hard dick would throb and leak precum, jerking and
pulsing, hungry to breed the ass he was eating out.  It would reach the
point where he had to shove his dick up Michael's ass and breed him or his
load would spray onto the side of the bed or the sheets without his black
dick being touched.

	Knowing that he had little time left before his throbbing dick
sprayed a load, John rose from his knees and pushed Michael down on to the
bed.  With Michael stretched out beneath him, John climbed on top.  His
thick, long dick entered Michael easily.  Michael sighed with pleasure as
more inches of thick dark meat slid down his love tunnel.  He could feel
John's heartbeat as the monster dick spread his hungry sperm depository.
"You are gonna get so fucked," John murmured in Michael's ear.

	"Just deliver on that promise and make it deep," Michael urged.

	If the past is prologue to the present, John knew there was little
hope of prolonging this session.  He pulled out with just the big head
still inside Michael and then plunged back in hard and fast.  "This what
you had in mind?" he asked as he repeated the fucking action.  He sped up
and slammed repeatedly up Michael's ass.

	"Yeah, just like that," Michael sighed.  "Fuck that Italian hole.
Make it yours!"

	John wasn't listening to Michael.  He was listening to his building
climax, fucking harder and faster.  "Gonna blast!" John roared as the
initial surge of cum raced out of his long dick and sprayed hard into
Michael's welcoming, deep manhole.  His dick jerked hard repeatedly,
jetting more jizz into Michael's hard ass, filling him up with what he
needed and John had promised.  Even as his climax waned, John's hips
pounded away on Michael's upturned, eager hole.  Neither man could get
enough.

	"Fill me up," Michael pled.  "I need your big load to make me
pregnant.  You have to keep fucking me until we succeed."

	John couldn't help himself.  He started to laugh at Michael's need
to get pregnant.  "You think you're fertile enough to take my big load of
black baby cream and make a baby?"

	"I think you need to keep fucking me until we're sure it doesn't
work," Michael smiled over his shoulder.  "And don't even think of pulling
out until your big nuts are empty."

	Not one to ignore the hot Italian's need to be bred, John renewed
his deep, hard thrusts into Michael's willing ass.  His dick wasn't
softening too much yet, so if Michael needed a hard, spermy ride, John was
willing to grant his wish.  Pounding away on the warm, muscled hole beneath
him, John enjoyed the next few minutes of pleasurable breeding, spreading
his load along the warm walls of Michael's sweet fuck tunnel.

	John's muscled body covered Michael completely.  His lips nuzzled
against Michael's right ear as his hips pounded away on the Italian's sweet
hole.  He made sure that his thrusts were as deep as his dick could get.
Michael's ass chewed on the horse dick in his ass, wishing he could get
more cum sprayed into him.

	But, even John's big dick couldn't stay hard forever after a mind
blowing climax like he'd just enjoyed.  As much as he wanted to fuck
Michael and blast another load up his ass, his dick wasn't cooperating.  He
needed at least 15 minutes to recharge his stiff dick.

	Or did he? John wondered.  He recalled a few times when he'd pumped
a big load up Michael's hungry hole and then ate it out.  That resurrected
his big, black horse dick in less than five minutes.  Perhaps, it would
work again.  And he knew that Michael loved to get his hole eaten out, no
matter the occasion.  John pulled out quickly and replaced his dick with
his hungry tongue.  Michael winced slightly and then sighed with pleasure.

	"You have the rest of the evening to stop doing that.  I love it
when you eat out my ass, like that," Michael crooned.  "Your tongue is so
talented."

	John didn't respond, but did continue licking and sucking on
Michael's sweet hole.  He could taste the load he'd just pounded into him
and loved how sweet and earthy it was.  If it weren't for his randy dick,
John would eat Michael's ass a lot longer than he usually did.  But, his
dick always threatened to spray a load on to the sheets if he didn't slide
it up Michael's talented asshole and breed the Italian.

	But, that was only when John topped.  When Michael was working his
magic on John's ass, he was just as hungry for dick as Michael professed to
be when John was banging away at the Italian's manhole.  There was no
getting around it: John and Michael loved to flip each other and get bred
and eat butt until they ran out of sperm.  However, they'd never reached
the point where they ran out of delicious cream to give each other.

	Luckily for John and Michael, John's dick wasn't sending him urgent
signals that he needed to pull his tongue out of Michael's ass and replace
it with his black dick.  He was hard again, but he wanted to delay fucking
Michael again as long as he could.  Michael needed to "suffer" without a
dick in his ass.  John's tongue up his hole was currently enough to keep
Michael very happy.  But, there was a limit to what Michael could postpone.
It wasn't long before Michael began whimpering and begging to get fucked
and bred again.

	"Suffer, Bitch!" John laughed as he pulled away momentarily from
eating Michael's well-fucked and well-bred ass.  "After what you did to me
at dinner tonight, you get dick when I say you do."  He resumed eating out
Michael's hole, delving as deeply as his tongue could reach to retrieve
more of his previous loads.

	Michael's hands on the back of John's head along with his pleadings
to get fucked had John on the edge of another climax.  He knew he had
precious few seconds before his load sprayed.  Moving quickly up Michael's
back, John pushed his hard, black dick up Michael's wet asshole.  He was
all the way in a few seconds later.  John held on, forcing his dick to calm
down a little before he started fucking his husband.

	But, he hadn't figured that Michael needed another load so quickly.
Michael worked his ass muscles so well that John didn't have to move to
achieve pleasure.  Moments later, John felt the inevitable tingling in his
balls and the tip of his dick.  There was no turning back now.  He was
going to climax deep inside Michael, so he might as well enjoy the climax
to the fullest extent.

	"Fuckin' cumming in your hole!" John announced in a strangled cry.
"Take it!"

	John rode him hard and deep, going for the maximum pleasure he
could extract from fucking the hot man beneath him.  His dick jerked and
sprayed another big load which he punctuated with renewed thrusts into
Michael's hungry asshole.  John pushed hard with each forward pump,
attempting to spray his cream in warm jets as far up Michael's love tunnel
as he could shoot.  John's climax rose faster, peaking so high that he
nearly passed out.  This was one for the record books!

	More semen sprayed into Michael, giving him what he desperately
wanted.  He loved having John flopping on his back, his hips pounding away
on Michael's muscular, Italian ass.  His hole drank every drop of sperm
offered up and hungered for more.  He couldn't get enough cum in his ass.
Even if he overflowed with John's baby gravy, it wouldn't be enough.

	Despite the need to fuck and get fucked, both men were spent.  John
lay on Michael's back, letting his dick soak in the warm, sperm-filled
tunnel of Michael's ass.  Michael twisted his head to the side and kissed
John.  They were complete now, even though Michael hadn't shot off his load
yet.  He could wait a little longer to get to John's ass.  He always
enjoyed having John on his back, John's spent dick in his ass, pleasured in
the joy of being held tightly and loved.

	But, after a while, John knew he was becoming too heavy to stay on
Michael's back any longer.  He moved away, but lay nearby.  "Is that what
you had in mind?" he smiled over at Michael.  His husband smiled and
purred.

	"Yeah, that made my day," Michael sighed.  "You'll make a bottom
out of me, yet."

	"No chance of that," John corrected.  "There are too many times
that I need that thick, Italian dick in my ass, pounding me into the
mattress and breeding me deeply."

	"That is a lot of fun," Michael allowed.  "I've never found anyone
who came even close to your fucking skills.  And no one pumps out enormous
loads even half the volume that you put out."

	"Maybe I haven't had the experience with as many men as you have,"
John smiled, "but, I made up for it in quality."

	"Fucking other acolytes at the seminary is hardly what I'd term
quality," Michael grinned.  "I'd call it more available."

	"There were some pretty impressively deep butts that I fucked
there," John remembered.  "But, they were all on such guilt trips that it
was never as fulfilling as sex with you ever was."

	"You were the `fuck `em and forget `em man'?" Michael wondered.

	"Nah, they had this thing about the guilt after we'd had wild sex,
but they always came back for more within a week," John smiled, remembering
how it was.  "Their libidos and testosterone levels spoke louder than the
Church's admonitions against it."

	"All they had to do was take a look at that big dick of yours and
they'd all bend over."

	"We wore robes.  There wasn't anything to show off," John asserted.

	"And during the showers?"

	"Uh, well, that did create a stir, I suppose," he laughed.

	"You hang so big," Michael observed, "there's no way anyone can
avoid looking and wondering how big it really gets and what it would feel
like."

	"Not everyone was enamored of my big, black dick," John recalled.
"Most of the men ignored me, but they always looked to see if I was bigger
than they remembered."

	"And the others were doing much more than checking you out."

	"Well, yeah.  They were pretty blatant about it sometimes.  They'd
show me their bare butts and bend over in front of me.  Or their dicks
would get hard, even though they tried to hide it from the other brothers;
they made sure that I saw it.  A few of them would stand near me when I was
toweling off, licking their lips, afraid to cop a feel with other men
standing around."

	"And did you do all of the interested one?" Michael smiled
devilishly.

	"Well, I didn't fuck all of them, if that's what you mean."

	"It isn't."

	"Then, I have to answer in the affirmative."

	"Just a good feel or did they want to blow you or have you blow
them?"

	"No one stopped at just a feel.  They all wanted to taste it and
get a blow job when it was offered.  And that's when I found out that I
love to eat out a hot ass."

	"And felching?"

	"Yeah, right after I started eating ass.  I'd eat their holes and
then fuck them.  I have no idea how I decided that it was a good idea to
eat my cream from the ass I just fucked, but it suddenly seemed
appropriate."

	"How about groups?" Michael pressed.

	"Never happened," John replied.  "All of them were so far in the
closet that they never wanted anyone else to know that they sucked dick or
get rimmed or their sweet butts pounded and bred.  They were afraid they'd
get turned in and not be able to finish their training at the seminary.  It
seemed that they got another kind of training that they loved just as much,
if not more."

	As they'd been talking, Michael had rolled John on to his stomach.
His tongue slipped between the hard, black buns of his lover and tasted a
load from earlier in the afternoon.  He knew that his ability to hold back
was as poor as John's.  In one smooth motion, Michael mounted his husband
and slowly entered him.

	"I apologize in advance for the short ride you're about to get,"
Michael sighed with the pleasure that John's ass tunnel was giving his
Italian dick.  "After a couple of amazing fucks from you, I'm already on
the edge of spraying my cream into you."

	"I know you have a lot more nutt gravy in your balls, so pound away
and give me your first load of the evening," John smiled over his shoulder.

	Less than 10 seconds later, Michael was filling John's ass with
another creamy load.  His shouts of pleasure were probably heard several
rooms away.  They may have been drowned out by John's repeated litany of
"FUCK ME!" that he bellowed out with each thrust of Michael's pounding
dick.  Sperm jetted from Michael's thick dick, coating the ass walls of
John's frequently fucked ass tunnel.

       Getting his ass pounded and filled with sperm was a fairly new
experience for John.  Most men he'd been with wanted his big dick up their
holes and weren't interested in his black ass other than to eat it out.
But, at the seminary, he did find one acolyte who enjoyed his ass, so he
wasn't a virgin when he'd met Michael.  However, that acolyte didn't have a
big dick, so Michael had sure stretched his "horizons" when they'd first
fucked.  He loved it now as much as he loved fucking Michael.

       With his climax spent, Michael rested atop John's body, catching his
breath and enjoying the pleasure of a post fuck high.  His dick continued
to drain dribbles of cum into John's ass, so he knew he wouldn't pull out
for a while.  That was one of the things that John liked about Michael.
Michael's sperm load didn't cease when he finished with his climax, but
continued for another five minutes, leaking more cum for whatever
receptacle his dick was in.  Right now, it was buried deeply in John's
happy ass.
       "I love how you fuck me," John smiled over his shoulder.  "Your dick
is so big and you deliver big loads, too.  I feel so comfortable when
you're inside me, like that's my role in life.  Even though we've fucked
around with other men, it has always been your dick that I want in my ass.
And when I top you, I know it will be better than any ass I've ever bred."

       "Thanks, Baby," Michael said kissing John.  "It's always nice to
hear that I'm appreciated for my sexual skills."

	"Your bedroom skills are unsurpassed, but that's not why I married
you," John reminded him.  "You complete me.  We have similar interests and
likes and dislikes.  Even though we work for the same man, I never tire of
being with you.  I always enjoy hearing your opinions on anything and
everything.  Your intellect makes me horny, like at the table tonight.  I
wanted to take you right there when you started playing with my dick."

	"That would have been interesting," Michael laughed.

	"And embarrassing!" John agreed.

	"When you were working my dick, all I could think about was how
much I wanted to be inside you, spraying another hot load up your manhole,"
John admitted.  "My memory brought up the smell of your ass as I was eating
it out and how good it tasted after I'd filled you up with another of my
creamy, juicy, baby-making loads.  That's when I nearly lost it.  I'm glad
your hand was there to catch most of what escaped."

	"All part of the service," Michael grinned.

	"I was really surprised when you ate it, though," John said.

	"No one was looking, but you."

	"Even so, I was tempted to climax in your hand and have you try to
drink all that with a room full of people," John smiled wickedly.

       "I'm glad you didn't.  You spray out way too much sperm for my hand
to contain and you shoot so hard it probably would have landed on someone's
feet across the table from us," Michael laughed.

	"Wouldn't that have been something?" John smirked.  "Try explaining
that to Mr. Asquith."

	"Uh, no thanks."

	Without taking a shower, they crawled under the bedding and went to
sleep.  They knew the next day would be full of repercussions from the
astounding revelations about Atlantis that afternoon.  They would need to
be at their best to be ready.

	But, they did fuck again in the shower the next morning before
joining Mr. Asquith for breakfast.  Their smiles belied their joyful
evening and early morning.


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