Library of Alexandria
Chapter 5
Michael worked his long, fat, Italian dick up Magnus' ass, going all the way in and pulling nearly all the way out before repeating the same motion again and again. Magnus was moaning with pleasure each time Michael's big-headed dick rubbed over the Scandinavian's prostate. Every time it happened, Magnus' dick jerked. He didn't dare touch it or he'd nutt for sure. What it did do was excite him enough to work his tongue deeper and deeper into John's black ass.
With a tight ass chewing on his dick, Michael knew he was going to bust a load far sooner than he wanted to. However, he also knew that he'd be up and hungry for more ass to fuck in less than 20 minutes. So, he let Magnus' ass do all the work as he provided only the in and out action. Not changing the tempo might delay my climax, Michael thought. Of course, that didn't work, either.
As his nuts tightened, Michael knew he was seconds away from flooding Magnus' tight ass with his creamy, Italian sauce. With a strangled cry of pleasure, Michael unleashed his tsunami of baby batter in great spurts of warm gravy into Magnus' bare love tunnel. He pounded and thrust hungrily, rocketing in and out, maximizing his pleasure. Even after his climax lessened, he couldn't hold back. Magnus was getting the full treatment.
Reluctantly, Michael pulled out. He wanted to ride Magnus for several more minutes, but he could see how John's dick was bouncing and leaking precum. His husband needed to get off soon or he'd spray his load all over Magnus' abs. They traded positions quickly. Michael pushed his cum dripping dick into Magnus' mouth before the young man could object. The large Italian sausage was still leaking nutt and was coated in more of his spermy discharge.
John pushed his very large black dickhead against Magnus' asshole and entered. The amount of cum that Michael had pumped in there was lubing up the chute that John was spreading and descending into. He sighed with pleasure at the feel of warm cum lubing the love tunnel and the caressing tightness of Magnus' ass. John was almost all the way in when Magnus stiffened and jerked. "Take it easy, Man!" Magnus whispered with a smile. "My ass has never had a big, black one like yours."
"Sorry," John apologized. "But, your ass and Michael's cum are so wonderful on my dick. I was enjoying that too much to remember to go slowly with you.''
"Just give me a few more seconds and I'll be able to take all of you," he assured John. Meanwhile, Michael had pulled his dick from Magnus' mouth and was positioning himself to sit on Magnus' face. With a sniff and a pleasurable sigh, Magnus worked his tongue over Michael's pucker and licked hungrily. Michael bent over and slipped Magnus' dick into his mouth and sucked gently. He knew from the way that Magnus' dick was jerking each time John pushed in and withdrew, that Magnus was about ready to pump out a load, with or without additional stimulation.
He should have waited a little longer, though. Michael heard and felt a grunt from Magnus. The dick in his mouth swelled and Michael knew he was about to be fed sperm. He sucked greedily, looking to give Magnus the best blowjob he'd ever had. John had heard Magnus hit the wall too, so he sped up his thrusts. And it was a good thing that Magnus was nutting. John had been teetering on the precipice of a major climax from the time his dick hit bottom on the first stroke into Magnus. He had wanted to delay his climax, but the tight ass chewing on his black dick wasn't going to allow that.
With a bellow of pleasure, John unloaded his heavy nuts into Magnus' already seeded ass. He pumped and pounded more juice into the Scandinavian and went for his own maximum pleasure. The jets of sperm pushed his climax higher and higher. He was nearly out of control with his need to seed.
Magnus' tongue raced up Michael's ass as his own climax fed Michael one of the biggest loads he'd ever pumped out. He felt John's load jetting into him. That raised his pleasure even higher, pumping his hips up, forcing his pulsing dick deeper into Michael's mouth. Each time his hips relaxed for another thrust into Michael, his ass opened up and John sprayed another blast of cream inside him. This had to be the best fuck he'd ever experienced!
He'd wanted to shout out his pleasure, but his face was buried deep between Michael's muscular ass cheeks. But, he couldn't help the groans and moans of profound pleasure that rocked him repeatedly. He could enjoy this kind of sex on a daily basis. Unfortunately, these two men were taken. And where was he going to find a man who was as hungry for his ass as these two men were and could pound his ass so wonderfully? And it would be nice if this mystery man pumped out big loads too. But, maybe he was being too greedy.
When they parted, Magnus dashed for the bathroom and aborted the flood of baby gravy that his two benefactors had loaded into his ass. As he returned, he said, "I've never been fucked so well, so deep, or so much," he beamed. "Thanks!"
"Our mutual pleasure," John smiled. "You're an excellent bottom and despite your protests that we were bigger than you've ever had, you did a remarkable job of taking us well."
Michael nodded and added, "And I hope that you need more, uh, `training' in this manner, too."
"As soon as you can get it up, I'm willing to take you on, again," Magnus asserted. "I do love getting pounded and bred."
"Then, start suckin' on my dick, boy!" Michael instructed. Magnus happily knelt in front of the Italian and sucked his dick. In moments, it was ready for action. Michael got the boy up on the bed and into doggie style position. "I think you're ready for this position," he smiled. With the lad's ass preloaded, Michael slipped in without more than token resistance. Magnus moaned with pleasure as the big-headed Italian dick spread his love tunnel again.
"Suck my dick and get me ready for round two," John said, moving around in front of Magnus. "I know you love dark meat."
Without missing a beat, Magnus did his best to swallow the black dick before him. However, it was still long and thick from the fucking that Magnus got from him only a few minutes ago. And it was still dripping delicious cum from the tip. Magnus eagerly sucked up the errant dribbles of cum and pulled the hardening dick into the back of his throat. He tried several times to swallow it, but there was no way that was going to happen without months and months of additional practice. Resigning himself to the doable, Magnus sucked the dark dick in his mouth. It still tasted of cum and a little bit of Magnus' ass. He decided that wasn't a bad thing.
Once more, Michael filled Magnus' ass with another sweet load of Italian man juice. John followed with another of his own. By now though, Magnus' ass was sore from all the stretching and friction of so much in and out action. He begged off getting fucked again for round three, but promised his hosts that he'd be better by morning. As it turned out, he didn't wait until morning. As dawn was beginning to show itself in the eastern horizon, Magnus manipulated John until his big, black dick was hard again. Magnus swung his right leg over John's torso and slowly sat on John's upright organ. Of course, John had been encouraging Magnus from the time he felt his dick being played with. They did try to be quiet, but as John approached another climax, Michael woke up and decided he needed to participate. He sat on John's face and sucked on Magnus' dick just as John unloaded in Magnus' ass again.
Not one to let John have all the fun, Michael pulled Magnus off of John's slowly deflating dick and pushed Magnus face down onto the bed. John moved around and pushed his dick into Magnus' face while Michael pushed his own face into Magnus' well-fucked and bred ass. As his dick was starting to leak and throb threateningly, Michael knew he had to give up felching Magnus soon or his next load would be wetting down the sheets instead of joining John's cream deep inside Magnus.
Moving up and lying atop Magnus, Michael easily slipped his hard dick into Magnus again. The young Scandinavian moaned with pleasure when Michael hit bottom. Michael was enjoying the fully lubed love tunnel that John had seeded for him with slow thrusts and withdrawals. "This won't take very long," Michael croaked. "Your ass is so delicious and fuckable!"
"I completely agree," John said after he quickly pulled Magnus' dick from his mouth. "He's got a really sweet ass that needs a big dick in it frequently." He went back to sucking on Magnus again and wiggled his black ass against Magnus' lips and tongue. "Yeah, boy. Eat that hole out!"
With a final lunge, Michael blasted his third load deeply inside the young man. Magnus moaned with pleasure when he felt the jets of cum pumping into him. John ejected Magnus' dick and kissed Michael. "I'm gonna suck him off, so keep fucking that sweet ass," he directed.
The Italian's dick wasn't shrinking very fast, so he had more than enough stiffness to keep plowing the young ass beneath him. Besides, it felt good to be so deep in so much man juice. Meanwhile, John had pushed his dick into Magnus' mouth instead of letting Magnus eat his black ass. Magnus sucked greedily and John's dick grew hard again.
As if they'd written the script together, John and Magnus blasted out their loads together, flooding each other's mouth with another creamy load. They continued sucking as Michael continued fucking. Eventually, all the dicks wilted and they separated.
The three men dozed for another hour before they got out of bed. Michael and John offered to pound another load each into Magnus' ass, but he declined. "Now, I'm really sore and full of baby batter. You guys are the best fuck I've ever had." When they finished with their shower, Magnus added, "I had intended to spend more time with you this weekend, but I don't think my ass could handle any more abuse," he laughed.
Michael and John said their good-byes at the door and returned to bed for a long nap. At least this time, they were out of bed for good well before noon.
"Are we ready to add our small contribution to the Atlantis legacy on Monday morning?" John asked.
Michael shrugged. "I'm not sure we have really added much to the knowledge of Atlantis in the last week. We can affirm what others have come up with in their translations, but we don't have much to add by way of hard facts or even reasoned speculation about Atlantis."
"Yeah, that's about where I thought we were, too," John sighed.
Monday morning, all the principal researchers of the Atlantis group met in the conference room. Mr. Asquith joined them. After a brief overview of where they were last week from the lead researcher, Mr. Asquith asked if anyone had something new to add. A professor of ancient civilizations from the state university cleared his throat and said, "Well, we do have a complete list of their sovereigns translated and how they are related to each other. But, that doesn't tell us much about their lives, history, or accomplishments," he began. "I'm afraid this is very slow going, despite having what we think is a complete alphabet. But, that doesn't seem to be doing us much good so far. But, with the listing of sovereigns, we know the Atlantean civilization lasted at least 6,000 years."
Mr. Asquith frowned and was about to say something when one of the graduate students burst into the room. "I apologize for breaking into your meeting like this, but I've discovered something amazing that you'll want to hear right away. And yes, it does involve Atlantis. What I've discovered is very much like the Rosetta Stone. Only this Rosetta Stone is in a thick book. The pages seem to be some kind of animal skin that's been well treated to survive the ages."
Mr. Asquith interrupted the student. "And how does this help us and how is it like the Rosetta Stone?"
"The book I was asked to translate is very mundane by the title, which is roughly translated to mean `The Gods of the Ages' or something like that," the student smiled. "So, no one seemed to think there would be much to it. Just an old play that wouldn't be telling us anything that added to our knowledge." Mr. Asquith frowned again, trying to get the student to move along and get to the point. "Okay, so I started translating and found that it was just as boring as I thought it would be. But, the first few pages were easily translated from old Latin. With that boredom, I flipped a few more pages back and stumbled across old Greek. I wondered if the people in the Latin play were supposed to speak Greek at some point to make the play more authentic or whatever. But, I decided to go back to the first page where Greek was written and I found that I could translate some of the words and they were word for word what the Latin was. I asked a colleague who is more versed in Greek if I were correct. He validated my rusty translation."
"Is this all going somewhere?" Mr. Asquith asked impatiently.
"Sorry," the student said. "Yes, very much so. Knowing that the Latin text was about 20 pages, I flipped through about 20 pages of the Greek pages and found another language behind the Greek. I had no idea what it was, so I asked another colleague what it was and he said it was Phoenician. Another 20 or so pages after that, I recognized Egyptian hieroglyphics, although I couldn't translate them. But, the best part was that I flipped to the back of the book and discovered more pages of a very ancient language. The characters looked a lot like Atlantean to me!"
The buzz in the room hit an immediate crescendo. "Quit, please," Mr. Asquith bark sternly. He was ignored. "John, would you get there attention, please?"
John roared in his booming bass voice, "Silence!" The room immediately became quiet.
"Thank you, John," Mr. Asquith smiled at him. "Now that I have everyone's attention again, Grace, can you tell me if this book has been scanned yet?"
She queried her database and shook her head to the negative. "It is scheduled for day after tomorrow," she replied.
"Put all other scans aside, Grace," Mr. Asquith instructed. "Put your best person on this. I want these scans to be absolutely clear."
"I'll do it myself," she replied.
"And I want two experts in each language to check the scans as soon as they are finished to be sure that each page is clear and complete," he went on. "Michael, I want you to do the Latin and Greek, but with the assistance of Professor Latimer." Mr. Asquith looked at his computer for a moment. "John, I want you to round up Drs. Fraser and Strickland to monitor the Phoenician; Drs. Abernethy and Steele are assigned to the Egyptian hieroglyphs." He looked up from his computer and asked, "Young man, you seemed to imply that there were other languages between the Egyptian and Atlantean symbology in the book. Is that correct?" The graduate student nodded. "How many?"
"I would estimate two or three, assuming the thickness that each language seems to hold," the student replied.
"Very well. John, Drs. Irvine and Pelham will be on standby for Babylonian or Sumerian. I assume at least one of the unread texts will be in some type of cuneiform. Grace, if you find another language in there as you scan, please let John know and he'll assign someone to figure out what it is." She nodded. "Now, the rest of you, I want you to start translating as soon as the text is released by the experts who will be with Grace. As soon as the assigned experts have cleared the scans, the experts are released and should start translating back at their research desks. The texts should be on the main system within a few minutes of each page being scanned. Michael, I want you to set up discrete files for each of the languages, so our experts won't have to plow through a lot of pages to get to their specialty. John, I want you to act as trouble shooter and liaison with the full staff. Get them what they need as soon as they ask for it. Any questions from anyone?" There was silence. "Okay, let's get to it. And the young man who burst into our meeting! Well done!!"
There was an enthusiast round of applause for him. He blushed severely.
The Atlantean group dispersed. John left to round up the designated language experts, and Michael and Professor Latimer hurried to the lab with Grace to begin the scans of the Latin and Greek texts. Grace was cautious and thorough. Her first scans were perfect, so they were immediately loaded on to the main computer for translation. Michael had created specific files for the known languages that resided in the text. He had three other folders created without titles for the potential other languages that were behind the Egyptian and before the Atlantean texts.
After the Latin and Greek texts were translated, they were compared word for word. Only a few words didn't match or seemed to be a little off, but not significantly. The general meaning was still there. Grace's team of scanners had finished all the texts by the end of the day, because they stayed 20 minutes late to finish up. Mr. Asquith told everyone to take the rest of the evening off and to hit it again tomorrow morning with fresh and rested minds.
Michael stayed a little longer to be sure that all of the folders that he'd created had the appropriate language in them. Earlier, he had titled his unnamed folders with Cuneiform, Minoan, and Etruscan. John and Michael left a little after six o'clock and drove home. It had been an exciting day.
"That book is going to save all of us a lot of hard work and guessing wrongly," John said. "We'll know how some symbols sound and then we can know how to pronounce some of the places and people in the Atlantean texts. We may even be able to speak it, probably badly with only 20 pages of text to work with."
"Let's hope that the text of the plays includes words that appear in other texts that we have from Atlantis," Michael observed. "It will certainly give us more of a solid vocabulary than what we've been guessing at up to now. But, we don't know if the Atlanteans had a sentence structure that compares to what we speak and write now. We have to be very careful."
"I'm sure that the language experts will see commonalities and structures that will give us the answers," John hoped. "Of course, it would have been better if we had 100 pages, but this is certainly better than nothing."
"What would you like for dinner?" Michael asked as they drove into the garage of their condo.
"Let's go out and celebrate," John smiled. "This has been a red-letter day!"
"Works for me. Where?"
"How about the Top of the Town?"
"We'll have to get dressed for that," Michael reminded him. "Do you think we could get reservations this late?"
"We won't know until we try." John called the restaurant and was able to snare a reservation for 7:30 for the two of them. It was Monday and that's generally a quiet day in the restaurant business. They put on their best suits, but not before entertaining each other in the shower with a good, deep, and satisfying fuck and felch.
Over dinner, they discussed how fortunate they were to work for Mr. Asquith at this time in history. The world would be riveted by the astonishing, new discoveries of ancient peoples. There were enough Atlantean texts to give the world a modest history and a general view of what Atlantis was really like, not what the Hollywood movie makers had portrayed. However, there could still be some of that as most of the texts hadn't been translated yet.
They celebrated with an expensive bottle of champagne, draining it completely before they left. Luckily, the restaurant was close to their downtown condo, so they didn't have to drive home. When they arrived home, their message system was blinking furiously. "What they hell?" John wondered.
They listened to call after call, asking them what they could reveal about the mysterious book they'd found today that contained something of a Rosetta Stone translation of a work in several languages. There were requests for which languages were in the book, how much they had found out about Atlantis, and when the full text would be released. Andrew had called several times.
"I'm not returning any calls until I know what's going on," Michael said. "But, I think we need to call Mr. Asquith and find out what he knows about this leak."
Meanwhile, John turned on the big screen television in their living room to a national news channel. The crawler at the bottom of the screen gave a one sentence summary about the Atlantean Rosetta Stone as they called it. But, now the screen was filled with sports scores. He knew the news channel would get around to the Atlantis topic again soon.
Michael knew that Mr. Asquith wouldn't answer any phone but his private line. Even that might be ignored with the uproar this revelation must have stirred. But, he did answer on the third ring. "What's going on?" Michael asked. "Was this intentional or do we have a leak?"
"I sent out a press release," Mr. Asquith admitted. "I knew there would be a response, but I told them that we would not reveal any more until we were ready. However, I did promise the media that they would get weekly updates from me. I thought it impossible to keep the lid on this discovery for more than a few days."
"I'm sure you're right," Michael agreed. "But, we've received several phone calls about it and everyone wants a response," Michael revealed. "I think it best that we ignore them, although I think Andrew has called several times and will be extremely persistent."
"And he knows where we live," John added. "So, we'll probably be ambushed tomorrow morning on our way out, if not this evening."
Mr. Asquith thought a moment. "Grab your necessities and several changes of clothes. I'll send a car around to pick you up in half an hour. I'll have two burly men escort you from your condo door to the car and then into the estate. Is that okay?"
They agreed it seemed to be better to be cautious than ambushed. And they knew they would be living in the lap of luxury at the Asquith estate. Promptly in 30 minutes, there was a call from Mr. Asquith's chauffeur. Two men would like to enter their building and escort them to the limousine. John buzzed them in and met them at the door. The boys carried their own suitcases and toiletries. The escorts needed their hands free to deal with the press. They had been warned that a television camera and two reporters were at the condo entrance. "Let's go out the back way, then," Michael proposed. The escorts called the chauffeur and told him to meet them at the back of the building in 20 seconds. They pushed through the back door as the limousine roared up to the door. The escorts opened the rear doors as the chauffeur popped the trunk. The suitcases and bags were tossed in the trunk and they were all but pushed into the back seat. One of the escorts got in with them. The other escort got into the front passenger side. He gave sharp commands to the chauffeur to get them "the fuck outta here."
The drive to the estate was simple and direct. However, the entrance to the estate was another matter. "How will we get through that mob of reporters?" John wondered.
"Watch this!" one of the escorts smiled. He hit a key on his hand-held device and the gate swung open. A phalanx of security people who had been standing behind the gate came out and created a corridor for the car to drive through. The huge gates pushed back the press relentlessly. Any who tried to get around the gates were pushed back by security. The limousine only slowed for a moment before rocketing through the gates. The dark windows of the car prevented anyone from seeing who was inside the limo. Moments later, the gates closed behind them. The driveway turned toward the house, effectively blocking the view of the press as the car approached the front door. Mr. Asquith greeted them.
"You may return to your duties," he said to the escorts and chauffeur, and then bid the boys to enter the main house. He instructed a butler to show them to their rooms and asked the boys to come back to the study as soon as they were settled. "The butler will show you how to get there."
As instructed, the butler told them how to ring him when they were unpacked and ready to join Mr. Asquith in the study. Twenty minutes later, they rang for assistance and were greeted by a footman who took them through several passages and up two flights of stairs before he left them at the door of the study. He rapped gently on the massive oak doors. Mr. Asquith bid them enter and the footman left after opening the door for them.
Their boss greeted them with a big smile and a warm handshake. "I'm very sorry I've put in you this position," he said. "I knew you'd had a nice dinner and conversation with Andrew, but I wasn't aware that as a result of that, he knew where you lived." The boys didn't volunteer how it was that Andrew knew. That was more information than Mr. Asquith needed to know. "No matter," he continued, "you are safely ensconced here now and I'll make sure that you're treated well with all the comforts of home. Is your suite of rooms adequate?" They agreed that they were excellent accommodations. The bed was a king bed, not a California king, but they weren't expecting to share their bed with anyone else while they were the boss' guests. "Dinner is always at seven. Breakfast is at 7:30 and lunch is when you need it. I'll make sure that you know where the kitchen is, so that the staff can whip up something of your choosing for you every day for lunch." They thanked him for his kindness. "Now, the cat's out of the bag, so to speak. We'll need to put together a briefing for the press every Monday from now until the full texts are available for release. Given what we know about the play that has served us as our personal Rosetta Stone, I think that should be the first item that is fully revealed. If we have the time, we should have an annotated version go out with it, explaining what we know about the context and the people and places mentioned. And in the interests of full disclosure, we'll also stipulate the things we don't know about the people and places."
"That makes perfect sense," Michael agreed. John nodded, too.
"And because I trust you the most as you are my long-time employees," Mr. Asquith smiled, "I want you to take the lead on the future press releases. That means you talk to the experts about their views of what they are reading and translating. If they aren't agreeing, leave it out or just say that the experts aren't sure what the meaning is. I think I didn't handle this very well."
Michael and John smiled knowingly, but didn't say anything.
"I know I should have a media professional help us with this, but they are such blabbermouths, that I didn't think I could trust them with this historic work," he sighed. "And I doubt they'd understand a scintilla of what any of it means. I think we'd be constantly correcting what the media person said, so that's pointless." Again, they agreed with him.
"Would you like to be quoted in each press release for your thoughts on the significance of the newest translation or should we only quote the resident language professionals?" John asked.
Mr. Asquith paused a moment and thought about the question. "I'll be approving each of the press releases before they go out. There may be a place for me to comment on the substance of the newest discoveries. But, I don't think as a matter of appearances that I need to be quoted in every press release. If I want to say something, I'm sure you can figure out a way to put it into the press release somewhere," he smiled.
They nodded their agreement again. "Why don't you get settled in your rooms and we'll talk more tomorrow morning over breakfast, if you'd like?" he offered. "I'll have the footman show you to your rooms now and he'll tell you where the dining room is as well as the kitchen. Will that be satisfactory?" They nodded and Mr. Asquith pressed a button on his desk to summon a footman. Within ten seconds, a footman opened the door and stood at attention. "Please show these gentlemen to their rooms. On the way, be sure to point out where the dining room is as well as the kitchen." The footman nodded. "Thank you, Carson," Mr. Asquith added with a dismissive wave. "Good night, gentlemen," he added as an afterthought.
"Good night, Sir," they echoed back.
"This way, gentlemen," the footman announced.
"Carson, if I may call you that," John asked, "is there a gym in the house where we can work out in the morning?"
"Yes, Sir," Carson replied. "It is in the same wing of the mansion as you live in. You only need to go another 80 feet or so down the hallway. The gymnasium will be on your right. You can see it through the glass entrance."
"Is there an alarm clock you can find for us?" Michael asked. "We'd like to be up early enough to go to the gymnasium, shower, and still get to breakfast with Mr. Asquith by 7:30."
"Certainly, Sir," Carson smiled. "What time would you like to be awakened?"
"You really don't have to go to that trouble, Carson," Michael replied.
"No trouble at all, Sir. Would six o'clock be too early?" he asked.
John looked at Michael and nodded. "Six o'clock will be fine. Thank you, Carson."
Back in their suite of rooms, John said, "This is better than a five-star hotel. You can't get this kind of service there, unless you stay at a way-over-the-top place that costs thousands per night."
"We might as well enjoy it while we can," Michael agreed. "But, don't get used to it. This is only short-term and we don't want to wear out our welcome with the staff. Mr. Asquith won't know what demands we're putting on the staff, but, we'll know. We can do for ourselves, instead of asking them to do for us."
"Well, I'm wondering about our sweaty workout clothes," John mentioned. "How do we go about getting them clean after our workouts? I'm not in favor of wearing the same nasty thing day after day."
"That's one that we'll have to ask Carson about in the morning," Michael suggested. As it turned out, they would have their clothes washed as often as they liked. They would always be separate from other laundry at the mansion. And unlike some hotels they'd stayed in, the towels and sheets and their clothes would not smell of kitchen grease and spices. That was something Mr. Asquith insisted upon. The kitchen even had separate laundry machines. Table linens were not included in the kitchen laundry, but were also cleaned separately with other household materials.
The boys slept like rocks. The bed was comfortable and the sheets luxurious. Promptly at six a.m., there was a light tapping on the door. "Gentleman, it is six o'clock," they heard through the door.
"Thank you," John and Michael said in unison. They rolled out of bed and put on their gym clothes. They turned right out of their room and headed for the gymnasium. Through the glass doors, they could see the place was ablaze with lights. Several men and two women were working out there. The women were graduate students that were helping with the translations. They nodded to them and started their workouts.
"Doesn't that guy over there on the leg machine look familiar?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, he's one of the escorts that busted us out of our condo and got us to the estate," John replied. "What a stud!" he whispered. "His suit sure covered up his sensational body last night."
"Yeah, he's a major dose of eye candy. I wonder if he's permanent muscle for the estate or was just hired recently?"
"Or he's provided by an outside company?" John wondered.
"I think we should introduce ourselves and thank him for `rescuing' us, don't you think," Michael grinned.
"As soon as we finish warming up, we should do that," John smirked.
"And he's checking us out," Michael laughed. "And he's not too subtle about it."
"Smile for the man," John said. Both of them smiled and nodded in the direction of their late night benefactor. He smiled back. "This could develop into something very friendly."
"I certainly hope so."
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