"The Apprentice 2" belongs to Mark Burnett and NBC. This is just a work of fiction. Don't read if you aren't 18 or older. Or at least don't read this. And please get back to me if you want to see more of these hunks in action!
Hours after the all-male Mosaic team's latest win, Raj was feeling good. The nattily dressed young hunk's team had won their fourth straight challenge in a row, and he'd been able to flirt with a major tennis babe. They seemed to have impressed not only Mr. Trump, and his assistants, but were also getting along as a true cohesive unit.
Tall, dark and handsome John (a San Francisco native) was definitely impressed with Raj. Everyone joked that John was gay, but he really did prefer women. But the memories of Raj answering the phone in boxers kept clouding his mind, especially when Raj jogged around the tennis court in boxer briefs after losing a bet. Raj had such lush, full, rosy red lips, but underneath those silly bow ties and oversized jackets was a fur-dusted, toned body. Underneath the very baggy, fire engine red pants was a huge schlong of ethnic elongation -- at least if his boxer shorts were any indication. John had licked his thin, pursed lips when he saw that massive meat bobbing around - flaccid no less - in those ugly plaid shorts. Raj was so adorable, and yet seemed to have no idea of that fact.
John stumbled out of the room, desperate to get away from Raj's offbeat sexual magnetism, desperate to get away from his own increasingly uncertain sexual orientation. Unfortunately, he bumped into a very drunk - and nude - Chris.
"Ey...watch where you're...HEY - that felt kinda good."
John always felt so nervous around the macho New Yawker Chris that he hadn't even noticed, until now, that Chris had tiny silver rings jutting from both of his meaty nipples. Chris purred a bit and rubbed his tits against John's hands.
"I know you're a fag -- doesn't bother me. Just make me feel good, OK?"
John was about to protest when he felt himself pushed towards the floor.
"Always knew you were queer, the way you flirted with those queers at the resturant, showed 'em your hot ass. I know you did. You better show me what you can do with those cocksucker lips."
With that Chris began slapping John's angelic face with his thick, hard 7 inches. John gobbled the meat down, gagging, but wanting to get this over with. Chris grabbed John's hands and placed them on his bare buttocks, meaty cheeks that jostled as Chris deep-throated John again and again.
John slobbed around the hefty dong, and swirled his tongue around the small silver Prince Albert that adorned Chris' mushroom head. Then, just as Chris' green eyes fluttered and he shot his wad down John's throat, the door opened.
"RAJ!" Chris shouted. A stunned and half-naked Raj greeted the two men.
John was moritifed. Chris just rubbed his erect, metallically sensitive nipples and grinned. He had a plan...