Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2015 22:05:32 -0800
From: John Black <blackhunk33@gmail.com>
Subject: Library of Alexandria, Chapter 9.

Library of Alexandria

Chapter 9


	When they joined their boss for breakfast, Mr. Asquith said, "And
the firestorm begins."  He tossed national newspapers to each of the people
attending.  Ten people quickly scanned the headlines and smiled.  "Check
the editorial pages," he added.  Newspapers rustled as they each found the
appropriate page.  "Not unexpected," he smiled, "but you could have
predicted the usual fringe crazies lambasting the `fabrication of the
millennium'," he chortled.

	"I see no point in addressing any of those people," Dr. Steele
bristled.  "Clearly, they are unwilling to listen to any kind of reason or
logic.  To them, the world is only 6,000 years old and they won't discuss
anything that contradicts that."

	"You're right, Dr. Steele," Mr. Asquith replied.  "I've already
decided they'll be ignored.  However, the rest of the world is clamoring
for more information and that means a spokesperson will appear at some
future date to talk about our discovery.  We already have invitations from
all of the Sunday morning news programs to name only a few.  Additionally,
we've already been contacted by several movie production companies and
television networks for movie or series rights.  Your thoughts about
agreeing to any of these?  Anyone?"

	The table was silent for a few seconds.  "I think," Michael said,
"that you should still be the spokesperson at the Sunday programs.  And I'd
steer clear of the television networks for a movie.  I doubt that they'd
have the budget to do justice to this story.  As for the movie companies,
I'd ask them for their ideas on how they would treat the subject.  Ask them
to forward an outline of a script and a budget within a month.  Then, you
can make a selection from that.  Their budget will tell you a lot about how
serious they are."

	"When it gets right down to it," John volunteered, "I think you
should get something for the screen rights that are based on ticket sales.
This could further fund new archeological digs."

	Mr. Asquith smiled.  "I certainly don't need the money for that.  I
have plenty.  However, they shouldn't get it for free.  Perhaps, there is
some way the money can be used to stamp out ignorance.  We can't fix
stupidity, but education will work against ignorance.  We have a lot of
educators on staff.  I'll poll them to get their suggestions.  John, would
you draft up something for me that would accomplish that?"

	John nodded his agreement and made a note.  Education is key, John
thought.  But, it might be an even better idea to clarify what Mr. Asquith
meant.  General education is what he thought the boss meant, but he could
have been narrowly focused on Atlantis.  "I assume that you mean general
education to address ignorance, not just ignorance about our discovery,"
John asked.

	"Correct," Mr. Asquith agreed.  "Get all these educators we have
here to make suggestions as to what topics they'd tackle first and how
they'd go about it."  John added another few words to his note.  "So, does
anyone want to volunteer for the Sunday news programs?" he smiled.  No one
took the bait.  "Michael's suggestion is sound.  They'll be expecting me
and not a professor of antiquities to appear on their shows.  Michael,
please agree to the four news programs for Sunday morning.  Try very hard
to get them all on the same day.  It is up to them to determine who gets me
first.  But, allowing one of them to scoop the others by moving their new
program to an earlier hour is not acceptable."

	Michael nodded his understanding that Faux News wouldn't be
included and made a note of his new task.  The order this Sunday was "This
Week", "Meet the Press", "Face the Nation", and "State of the Union."  But,
at the last minute, Mr. Asquith agreed to appear on Faux News and their
"News Sunday" program.  Michael made it clear to the network that
Mr. Asquith wouldn't take crap from anyone.  If they had on any persons
unwilling to listen to reason, he wouldn't show up.  Science deniers would
be boycotted.

	With the dates and times settled, Mr. Asquith suggested another
change in their current working situations.  "I think the media have cooled
their ardor for ambushing our researchers.  Therefore, I propose that we
allow a few of you to return to your families.  A security person will
accompany you and will screen anyone who ventures up to your front door.
Dr. Steele, please spread the word.  Then, provide me with the names of
people who have an adequate number of bedrooms in their homes to
accommodate a security person?  I wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone,
but I need to be sure this is a good idea before we know there is no need
for security people to accompany our researchers.  Michael and John, you
are the best known of the staff.  I'd like you to volunteer with the first
group."

	The young men looked at each other and nodded.  "We'd be pleased to
pilot this," John said.  "We could start this evening, if you'd like."
Mr. Asquith agreed and asked that the head of security select someone to be
their protection.

	At the end of the day, the boys met their security.  He was a
muscular man, under six feet tall, with broad shoulders, and a pleasant
face.  They had seen him at the gym on the estate, but hadn't talked to
him.  He drove them home in one of Mr. Asquith's cars, but not one of the
limousines.  Mr. Asquith determined that a big car leaving the estate would
only attract attention.  They asked him to stop at a grocery store near
their condominium to stock up on fresh supplies.  He accompanied them
inside, just in case there was recognition from the customers.  As it
turned out, the grocery store was a non-event.  But, while inside, they
asked their security detail what he'd like for dinner.

	"I'll eat just about anything," he replied with a faint smile.

	As they worked their way up the produce aisle, Michael leaned over
to John and whispered, "I wish he'd eat me."  John smirked at the thought
and nodded.  "I'm not getting any vibes from him, though," Michael added.

	"I thought I saw some interest earlier, but he's been the
consummate professional since then," John replied.  "He's certainly our
type."

	At the condo, the security person (Doug) checked the apartment for
listening devices.  He found nothing.  His charges showed Doug to his
bedroom.  It was closer to the door than their larger master bedroom in the
back.  However, it was more than adequate for Doug's needs.

	"I'll be up all night guarding the place from the living room,"
Doug said.  "During the day, I'll sleep here.  Security at the estate is
very tight, so you won't need me there.  Weekends, I'll sleep during the
day here, too.  Should you need me, just holler.  I'm a light sleeper.
Don't change any of your routines just because I'm here.  Pretend I'm
invisible.  Do what you always do.  And I'll be driving you to and from the
estate," he added as an afterthought.  "Any questions?"

	Michael was tempted to ask Doug if he wanted to fuck, but decided
to keep their relationship strictly professional.  It wasn't easy.  He
glanced over at John and saw that he had the same thought.

	After dinner, they watched some television, but found it boring.
All the news and talk shows talked about was the Atlantis find.
Speculation was rampant and generally incorrect.  Michael tossed the
television remote to Doug and said, "We're going to bed.  Watch what you
like or turn it off." Doug caught the remote, reduced the volume, and
started flipping through the channels.  They left him to it.

	In their shared bedroom, they talked about their findings and how
they thought their boss would do on the Sunday morning news programs.
"He's very capable and incredibly smart," John observed.  "He'll do well."
Michael agreed as he undressed John.  John helped Michael out of his
clothes as well.  They kissed as they crawled into bed.  "And I really need
to get fucked," John asserted.

	"Only if you pound a load up my ass, too," Michael countered.

	"As if that wasn't going to happen," John laughed.  "I know how
much you love my big, black dick pumping my baby batter deep inside you.
You're the best bottom and top I've ever encountered."

	"And that kind of attitude will get you another free fuck later,
too."

	They made love for the next hour, eating ass, fucking hard and
deep, pumping big loads of dick gravy deeply into each other.  Michael did
get another deep fuck before they got up the next morning.  And John got
bred in the shower afterwards.  After they toweled off, Michael walked into
the kitchen and started the coffee.  He hadn't bothered to put on clothes
as that was the usual way they started their mornings.  John would come in
after he applied lotion to his skin and Michael had gone back to the
bedroom to help John spread lotion on his back.

	But, this morning, they had forgotten they had a guest, or they
were seeing if they could tantalize Doug.  It didn't matter, because Doug
couldn't take his eyes off Michael's swinging dick as he entered the
kitchen.  The kitchen was open to the living room.  Michael blushed
slightly, but then shrugged as if he didn't care.  Doug continued to stare
as Michael turned toward the refrigerator to get out the milk and orange
juice.  "Could I pour you a glass of juice while I'm here?" Michael asked
over his shoulder.  He noticed that Doug's mouth was partially open as if
were hypnotized.  And the bulge in his pants indicated a clear interest.

	"Juice?" Michael repeated.  Doug started at being asked twice.

	"Uh, yeah, sure," he stammered.  "Thanks."  He didn't meet
Michael's eyes, but kept staring at Michael's ass.  Michael turned and
poured three glasses of juice.  Again, Doug didn't look away.  In fact, he
was mesmerized by the drop of cum dangling from Michael's dick.  Michael
hadn't noticed that John had missed a dribble.

	"Come and get it," Michael said as he turned and returned the
pitcher of orange juice to the refrigerator.  As he bent over to put it on
the shelf, Doug rose and walked toward the kitchen counter.  Michael
turned, smiled, and immediately noticed that Doug had a major woodie going.
He smiled again and said, "Nice," as he stared directly at Doug's crotch.
Not wanting to embarrass Doug, Michael turned and headed for the bedroom.
As he got to the master bedroom, he turned slightly and smiled at Doug.
His dick had grown and he knew his ass was inviting.  He smiled again as he
disappeared into the bedroom.

	Michael rushed up to John and urged, "Take off your clothes and go
out into the kitchen.  Doug was very interested in my ass and dick when I
was pouring orange juice for him."  John immediately took off his underwear
and socks.  He smiled and headed for the kitchen.  Michael stroked his dick
a couple of times, getting himself rock-hard.  With nearly a minute elapsed
from the time John left for the kitchen, Michael thought that Doug would
have had enough time to check out John's beautiful ass and massive dick.
He smiled to himself and headed back to the kitchen.

	About halfway down the hallway, Michael could see partially into
the kitchen.  Doug was on his knees.  Two steps farther, he saw John bent
over with Doug's face deep in John's black ass.  Michael smiled.  Not only
did Doug love to eat black ass, but he evidently loved to felch nutt from
the ass he was eating.  After a short pause, Michael walked into the
kitchen and bent over next to John.  Doug opened his eyes and smiled.  A
moment later, he moved over and stuck his long tongue up Michael's freshly
bred ass.

	"Good ass eater, isn't he?" John smiled at Michael as he kissed
him.  Michael nodded his agreement.  "And a live-in, too."

	Doug moved back and forth between the two, well-spermed assholes.
He was in pig heaven!  He hadn't eaten a loaded ass since he fucked his
ex-boyfriend eight months ago.  Doug wasn't sure that these two men were
into getting fucked by anyone else.  He wasn't sure how to bring up the
subject without making his assignment an uncomfortable situation for all
three of them.  He rehearsed several lines to ask them, but discarded all
of them.  They all had the same problem if Michael and John didn't get
fucked by other men.

	"Are you negative, Doug?" John blurted out.  Doug nodded, but
didn't say anything, not wanting to come on too strong.

	"Would you like to fuck us bareback, then?" Michael pressed.

	"Fuck, YEAH!" Doug exploded.

	The boys laughed.  "Who would you like to fuck first?" John asked.

	"Uh, well, uh, you decided," Doug suggested diplomatically.

	They looked at each other and shrugged.  "I'll go first," Michael
volunteered.  "Just pull out before you nutt and give John a ride.  I'll
leave it up to you as who gets your first load."

	Doug nodded eagerly.  He pushed down his pants and entered
Michael's tight, Italian ass slowly.  John knelt beneath them, alternating
between sucking Michael's dick, licking his husband's tight balls, or
licking Doug's tightening balls.  A drop of cum leaked out of Michael's
ass, so John licked that up, too.

	"Oh, Man, I'm getting far too close," Doug breathed.  He pulled out
of Michael's ass and moved in behind a repositioned John.

	"I can take it," John assured Doug.  "Michael has a big, Italian
dick and he knows how to fuck my hole.  Give it to me!"  Taking John at his
word, Doug pushed quickly up John's hole.  "Yeah, like that," John sighed.
"Now, pound my hole," he insisted.

	Doug didn't hold back.  He slammed his big dick up John's ass and
withdrew quickly, speeding up with each thrust.  "I've never fucked a hot,
black ass before, but I sure should have.  This is HOT!" he bellowed.  It
wasn't punctuation on his zeal, but the first volley of his load spraying
in to John's welcoming ass chute.  "Fuckin' HOT HOLE!" he repeated.

	When Doug finally calmed down, he pulled slowly out of John's ass.
Michael was right there to clean off Doug's dick.  Doug bent down and
slurped at John's freshly seeded ass.  They worked on each other for
several minutes before they all stood.

	"Well, we know you like to fuck," Michael smirked, "but do you like
to get fucked."

	"Uh, well, it has happened, but never with monster dicks like you
guys have," Doug replied warily.

	"We can train you," John offered.  "And we'd never do anything that
hurt you or made you otherwise uncomfortable."  Michael nodded
encouragingly.

	"Uh, maybe later," Doug offered.

	"Sure, whenever you're ready," Michael agreed.

	"Besides, I need a shower and some sleep," Doug added.  He paused
and looked at both of them standing in front of him.  He reached out with
both hands and stroked both big dicks.  "I'd love to try both, but I just
don't know if I can handle you up my tight ass."

	"No rush," John assured him.

	Doug headed for his bedroom and a shower.  "But, I sure hope he
decides soon," Michael whispered.  "I'd love to get into his hot, muscle
ass.  I'll bet it tastes really good with cum in it."

	"I hope so, too," John agreed.  "That is, tastes good with MY cum
in it."

	"Either way, it'll be epic."

	They finished their breakfast while Doug showered.  After dressing,
they met Doug in the living room.  "Are you gentlemen ready to go to the
estate?" Doug smiled at their crotches.

	"We are," John answered.  "Get some sleep, Doug," he added.

       "You'll need it for this evening," Michael leered.

       "In your dreams," Doug laughed.

       John and Michael spent most of the day in the conference room with
Mr. Asquith and Drs. Steele and Fraser.  They went over several questions
that would probably be asked and appropriate answers for them.  They spent
an inordinate amount of time dealing the probable science denier that Faux
News was sure to have on the panel with Mr. Asquith, despite the network's
assurances that such a person wouldn't be there.

       Doug was waiting for them when they left the conference room.  "A
good day?" he asked as they headed for the non-descript car.

       "Good enough, I guess," John sighed.  "We spent the whole day in the
conference room, practicing for the Sunday news programs."

       "You think he's ready?" Doug wondered.

       "He was ready before we started coaching him today," Michael assured
him.  "The man is brilliant!"

       "Do you need to stop anywhere on the way home?" Doug asked.

       "Nah, we're good," John answered.

       "I was thinking of some comfort food tonight.  Generally on Friday
night, we have something fattening and decadent," Michael revealed.  "How
does gooey mac and cheese sound with some cut-up, seasoned chicken breast
in it?"

       "Works for me," Doug answered, assuming that Michael had already
talked the menu over with John.

       "Should we invite Colin?" Michael asked.  "You know how much he
loves your mac and cheese."

       "Who is Colin?" Doug wondered.  "Is he safe?  Do you trust him?"

       "We've known him since we moved in here right after we met three
years ago," John answered.  "I think you'll like him.  He's a professional
rugby player with an amazing body.  And a really nice guy."

       "If we tell him that Atlantis is not a topic of conversation this
evening, he'll avoid it," Michael assured him.  "You have nothing to worry
about with him."

       "Well, if I were you, Doug, I'd be far more worried about his moves
to get you into bed.  He's between husbands right now," John laughed.
"But, you'll love him.  Just tell him no, if you aren't interested.  He'll
respect that."

         Michael made the phone call.  The dinner invitation was instantly
accepted.  Colin offered to bring something to go with dinner, but Michael
told him to bring wine and himself.  "See ya in ten minutes," Colin laughed
as he hung up.

       John started the dinner with Michael assisting with the salad.  When
the doorbell rang ten minutes later, Doug answered the door.  "Uh, hi,"
Colin smiled.  "Are you dinner or a dinner guest?"

       "I'm Doug," the security man replied, clearly entranced by the
beautiful man standing before him.  "And are you Colin?"  Colin nodded and
handed Doug the bottle of wine he'd brought.  "Michael and John are in the
kitchen.  Come on in."

       The boys greeted their guest and made introductions.  After Doug
revealed his duties, Colin was duly impressed.  "How did you get started in
that kinda business?" Colin asked.

       "I started out as a cop, went through the Police Academy after
college, but it just wasn't for me.  I knew I was going to meet a lot of
scum as a policeman, but it got to be too much," Doug answered with a sigh.
"It was a revolving door from arrest, through the judicial system, and back
out on the streets doing the same thing they were arrested for in the first
place.  Prevention was not funded, so the courts had to release more and
more convicted felons because there was no more jail space.  It was
depressing."

       "So, how long have you been in private security, then?"

       "I started with a company that provides security for events and
dignitaries, but it didn't pay well and the work was spotty.  Then, I heard
from a friend that Mr. Asquith was in need of men like me, so I applied and
got the job.  However, I don't know how long it will last.  All this
craziness about Atlantis can't last forever," Colin observed.

       "The fringe groups will never let it go, but the rest of the world
will embrace it," Colin assured him.  "However, that doesn't make your
continued employment any more of a sure thing."

       "Mr. Asquith has a lot of properties around the world and he needs
personal protection when he goes out, so he will always need security
people," Doug allowed.  "But, he does have a large security staff now.
However, that can't last forever."

       "It isn't a matter of money," John interrupted.  "He has boatloads
of it.  His need for security is a matter between him and his head of
security.  If you want to know what they're thinking, just ask your boss.
I'm sure he'll tell you what he knows and what Mr. Asquith expects."

       "You might even suggest to your boss that you'd like to be on
Mr. Asquith's personal detail.  That group of jobs will always be needed,"
Michael said.  "Besides, it will give you a chance to travel a lot and see
the world on his dime."

       "I like that idea.  I'll take it up with my boss the next chance I
get," Doug smiled.  "Meanwhile, I'm here 24/7."

       "Don't you get any time off?" Colin wondered.

       "Truthfully, I'm really on duty only when they're home," he said
indicating Michael and John.  "Otherwise, I sleep during the day when
they're gone.  I'm also their chauffeur to and from the estate.  Where ever
they go, I go."

       "Ready for some wine?" John asked.  Everyone nodded.  "Mac and
cheese is in the oven, the salad is ready, and so we might as well relax
and enjoy the wine you brought."

       They talked about everything and nothing, but Atlantis never came
up.  However, Michael and John did notice that Colin kept bringing the
conversation back to Doug and his background and life to date.  Doug beamed
each time Colin wanted to know more about him.  Clearly, they were smitten
with each other and would have probably fucked right there in the living
room if their hosts had been in the other room.

       Eventually, Doug turned the tables on Colin and asked all kinds of
questions about playing on international rugby teams and his past
relationships.  Colin loved talking about rugby with anyone who would
listen and Doug was very interested in the game.  He'd never played it, but
he did enjoy watching it when he had the chance.  He acknowledged that he
thought the men who played rugby were the hottest men on the planet.

       "They do have amazing bodies," Colin admitted, "but, some can be
real assholes off the field.  I found that out when I had relationships
with two of them.  I've sure learned my lesson from those experiences."

       "Are there a lot of gay men in rugby?" John asked, never having
asked that question of Colin before.

       "On the international teams, I'd say there are quite a few,
especially the foreign ones.  They don't have the hang-ups that we do about
sexuality.  There is the language barrier, of course, but that's never
stopped a fun time off the field for a few hours," Colin grinned.  "You can
always make yourself understood where sex is involved."

       "I'm sure you only have to smile at them and they melt," Doug
suggested, nearly in a swoon as he looked at the big, blonde seated next to
him.

       "I've had some success," Colin allowed as he flashed a dazzling
smile at Doug.  Michael and John knew that look.  It had successfully
gotten them into bed with him several times.  Colin was versatile, but
preferred to bottom for big dicks.  With the boys, it was always bareback.
But, with outsiders, he always insisted on protection.

       The kitchen timer sounded.  They broke off their conversation as
John and Michael brought dinner to the table.  "Be careful," John said.
"This dish is very hot and so are the contents."

       Another bottle of wine was opened for dinner.  Conversation ranged
far and wide, with most of it coming from Colin and Doug.  But, by the end
of the evening, Doug had to tell Colin that as much he wanted to get to
know Colin better, he had his assignment and didn't have the time presently
to pursue something more with the big, rugby player.

       "This security assignment won't last forever," Doug observed.  "If
you're still interested then, we'll have to talk about getting to know more
about each other."

       "I can wait," Colin smiled.  "I'm sure you're worth it."

       "A couple of former lovers might not agree," Doug cautioned.

       "What was their problem?"

       "Oh, the usual shit," Doug sighed.  "They were fucking around when
we'd agreed to be exclusive.  I really thought I had one guy forever, but
his cop ass was frequently pounded at the station by men I thought were
straight.  If the guy had a big dick, he was on it."

       "That bites," Colin sympathized.

       They ended the evening with kisses and hugs.  Michael and John
cleaned up the kitchen and started the dishwasher.  They bid Doug good
night and went to bed.  Doug assumed his position near the front door and
turned on the television, making sure the volume was set very low.

       "You think Colin and Doug will get it on?" Michael asked.

       "Is the Pope Catholic?" John laughed.

       They crawled into bed.  Instead of fucking, they decided that a
mutual blowjob was called for this evening.  Minutes later, they were
drained, satisfied, and asleep.

       John awoke the next morning at his usual time of 6:30, and his usual
hard dick.  He glanced over at Michael.  He smiled.  Michael was on his
stomach in a perfect position to get fucked.  John rolled over toward his
husband and kissed the round, Italian ass that he loved so much.  With a
dollop of lube, he applied enough to ease his entry into Michael's sweet
ass.  He pressed his throbbing, dark dick between Michael's ass cheeks and
pushed gently.  Michael moaned with pleasure and raised his ass off the bed
to meet the descending black dick.

       When John's monster dick was properly seated, Michael turned his
head slightly.  "You have all morning to breed me," Michael sighed.  "I
love weekends."  Michael wiggled his ass and met each thrust into his hole.
John kissed his husband's neck and left ear.  "And you can do that all day,
too."

       "You're so easy," John whispered.  "That's one of the many things I
love about you."

       Despite the time they had available, John's need to breed
overwhelmed his slow, cautious thrusts.  Michael wasn't working John's dick
with his ass muscles, but it didn't matter.  John plowed deeply, as his
dick erupted another welcome load into his husband.  He tried to keep his
voice down as he climaxed, but it was pointless.  He couldn't avoid voicing
the pleasure that Michael's deep butt was giving him.  "Fuck!  What a hot
ass!" he nearly shouted.

       As his climax receded, John pulled out and flopped on to the bed on
his back next to Michael.  "Pull those legs into your chest, Jay," Michael
directed.  "You need a good breeding, too."  John smiled and complied.
"Hand me the lube, will ya?" Michael asked.  Again, John complied.

       Michael applied the lube and easily slid into his favorite black
ass.  "Use me, Mike.  I really need a deep, hard fuck," John begged.  "But,
take your time.  I want you to work up a huge load for my ass."  Michael
thrust slowly in and out of the black butt he was pumping.  Twice in the
first minute, he had to slow his pace or he'd have flooded John too soon.

       "I think this should be a three-way," said a voice from the doorway.
Michael looked over his shoulder and smiled.  Before he could say anything,
John beckoned Doug into the bedroom.

       "Pound his hole and then breed him," John leered.  "I got your load
yesterday.  Michael needs a turn."

       Michael pushed his dick as deeply as it would go.  John's legs
rested on Michael's shoulders, spreading John's ass.  Holding steady,
Michael bent over slightly.  Doug moved in behind them and pushed his stiff
dick up Michael's well-seeded ass tunnel.  "Oh, yeah.  Just as good as I
remember it," Doug sighed.

       Doug began fucking the hot, Italian butt beneath him.  The motion of
getting his butt slammed, forced Michael's dick to bounce deeply into John.
When Doug withdrew, Michael pulled back slightly.  The repeated the
pleasurable fucking motions for only a minute.  Michael had been very close
to his climax when Doug plugged in.  Getting his prostate savagely massaged
completed a circuit that he couldn't break.

       With a strangled cry of joy, Michael jetted creamy sperm into his
husband's hungry ass.  The gripping action of Michael's ass on Doug's
pistoning dick sent him over the climax cliff, too.  Both men shouted out
their pleasure as they unloaded their full nuts into the man beneath them.
A good time was had by all who came.  And that was everyone.


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