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They Live Pretty Much Happily After..?
Life can be so fucking good!
I was focusing on Lance's balls hitting my chin while I sucked him and reviewed recent events. Clyde's elephant dick in my butt was proving another distraction, as was Josh's energetic mouth on my cock.
My buddy was settling in nicely as joint owner of Prodder and Lamb, AlphaTraining International. His stories about how he fulfilled the continuing education requirements for his licenses featured his partner and mentor, Dave Prodder and his particularly forceful and effective training sessions. Apparently there was a whole lot of repetition involved.
Josh's eyes still got big and dreamy whenever he met up with big Clyde though. I wouldn't be surprised if they might set up their own partnership sometime in the near future. Clyde was executive director of Papillones International, a multinational concern that worked to protect butterfly species and their environment, fostering and raising endangered species, then reintroducing them to the wild. Their motto is "Make Sure Butterflies Are Free!" But when he and Josh were naked and fucking, their business personae fell away, leaving two consummately horny fuckers working away on each other until they both gave up their jock juice.
Lance often managed to get away from his security consultation schedule to come and stick his dick in me. His cock was still as hungry for my holes as my holes were for his perfect dick. He had moved his schedule around so the four of us were here at our old Alpha-COK fraternity house for homecoming weekend.
Since I'd bought out Golden Hideaway Hotels and hired Craig Stoker as my executive director, I've been pretty busy. I also manage the properties and businesses Josh and I inherited just before we started college. My days are full. So are my nights really. There's always some smirking lawyer, congressman, doctor, plumber or cop who is more than up for making sure I know who's the boss in the bedroom...kitchen...car...parking lot, city park...beach...stairwell...well, pretty much anywhere they decide to make their point and drop their loads. I still love it when their point is to breed me like some needy pussy or something. Ya think? And speaking of breeding...
"CCCCrrrrririvvvveeeeeennnnnnnssss!!!"
Clyde injected his highlander high-test deep in my arse, powering my pussy engine to a roaring climax. I squealed around Lance's dick in my mouth and dumped Skippy juice in Josh's sucking maw. God, but life could be so fucking good!!
Still...you wonder what might lie ahead...
In a couple of months, maybe...Skippy Conquers Corporate Cock