Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 13:54:32 -0700 (PDT) From: John Black Subject: Duke of Lincoln, Chapter 4. "I think, Your Grace, we should have his reflexes tested," I said turning back to the Duke. "If they are as sharp as I suspect they are, I'll get him into an excellent class that the Embassy uses. With your permission, of course, Your Grace." "Yes, Mr. Jackson. Please proceed," the Duke agreed. "Tomorrow morning, then?" I nodded to Mr. Dunbar. "I'll meet you in the garage where the Bentley is parked at, say, 9:00 a.m.?" "Very good, Sir. Thank you, Sir," he beamed. When he left the room, Alex burst out laughing. "I think we just made that young man's day. Now, how about you make my night?" Chapter 4 I walked into my private bathroom, brushed my teeth, shed my clothes, and generally did all the good things you should do before you crawl into bed. When I slipped into my bed, Alex was already there, warming it up for me. I leaned over and kissed him gently. He grabbed the back of my head and ardently kissed me back. Moving atop him, I kissed harder and hugged him tightly. His legs wrapped around my lower back. I could feel his hard dick between us. Mine lengthened as well. "I need to get fucked more than I need to get rimmed tonight," the Duke smiled up at me. "Oh?" I replied, moving down far enough that my hard dick pressed against his raised ass. I could feel that his love tunnel entrance was slippery. He'd already lubed himself up. I laughed. "You must have been a Boy Scout, always prepared." "I know what I want," he replied. "As your almost employee, I should grant your wish," I replied. "Almost?" "Almost," I smiled down at him. "But, this isn't almost," I moaned when the thick head of my dick slipped between his cheeks and entered his deep channel. "Gawd, NO, not even approaching almost," he sighed. His hands cupped my big glutes and pulled me deeper. "I need more!" the Duke urged. I gave him all 10" in a long stroke into him. "Yeah, that's more like it!" he moaned, grabbing my butt and holding me tightly against his upturned ass. I ground my dick into him. "Yeah!" he groaned again. "I need some really hard sex. You agreeable?" I withdrew to the head and slammed forward. He winced and cried out. I smirked and did it again. "That answer your question?" I replied belatedly. He nodded his head vigorously. Captain Montrose and I had enjoyed many similar sessions, so I knew how to power-fuck a good ass instead of making love. I pounded and pumped his ass as hard as I could, using all my muscles to leverage each powerful thrust and withdrawal. My hips slapped against his ass in rapid fire manner. I moved him all over the bed as we fucked. We tried several positions. He especially liked it doggie style. But, this kind of Olympian event couldn't last. My nuts were boiling and his ass had to be hurting from all the friction. I warned him I was about to unload my heavy nuts, but he only smiled over his shoulder and pushed his ass back against my pounding hips. "Fill me up!" he shouted. In a final plunge and a bellowing roar, I pulled his ass tightly against my hips and climaxed. My dick jerked and sprayed six times before I could regain control. With my climax subsiding, I returned to a more casual fuck pace. His love tunnel was well coated with my semen, making it more slippery and more pleasurable to fuck. He sighed contentedly. I leaned over his back and kissed his neck and ears. "I'm sure we've awakened the staff," I whispered, extracting my long dick from his butt. I flopped on to the bed beside him. "These walls are three feet thick," he retorted. "Very convenient, don't you think?" he laughed. I kissed him tenderly and moved down his chest to his leaking dick. He moved around and began to sniff and chew on my asshole. "Don't spend too much time sucking on me or I'll explode," he warned. I let his dick slip from my mouth and it splatted wetly on his abs. "Would your Grace have something in mind that involved this beautiful dick and my black ass?" I wondered, stating the obvious. "Perhaps," he allowed, but smiled broadly. I spun about and sat heavily on his hard manhood. It rocketed into me delightfully. I couldn't believe how easily my ass had swallowed his dick. Alex must have shoved a lot of spit up my butt. I know I left a good deal on his dick before I allow it to leave my mouth. It also helped that he was a leaker when he got hard. The combination worked wonderfully. I bounced and screwed myself on his upright organ. He held on to my hips and pistoned upward each time I squatted heavily. Getting a good fuck from me had primed his pump. In less than another minute, he was jetting his creamy load deep inside me. I sucked on his dick with my ass muscles, trying to give him as much pleasure as he'd given me only moments before. He writhed and pumped hard into me as his climax peaked and then waned. He groaned and then shouted out each climax wave as they crashed over him. I hadn't had someone this versatile in a long time. I was enjoying it immensely. Many versatile men had warmed my bed, but few were like Alex. He aggressively sought to take me and give it right back. Most of these so-called versatile men needed to be prompted to get their dick up my ass. I suppose that's the price you pay for having a big dick like mine. Nearly all men want to get fucked by it, forgetting that my black ass is just as hungry for man dick as theirs. In the early morning, the Duke showed me more of the grounds and house. I noted a small plaque by the front gate for a security alarm company. I wrote the name down with its phone number. Certain measures which I thought needed to be in place were lacking or so well-hidden I couldn't see them. If I were going to accept the Duke's position as head of security, I'd need to know more about what already existed for his protection. At 9:00, Alex went riding with a neighbor and I scurried off to meet with Mr. Dunbar. He was already there pacing nervously when I opened a side door to the garage. Wanting to make a good impression, he smiled and strode over to me. He shook my hand and addressed me formally as Mr. Jackson. "Let's get one thing very clear, Mr. Dunbar," I said. "When the Duke isn't about, please call me Derek. Should I take this position, you and I need to be on a first name basis." He nodded agreeably, but his nodding reminded me of a doll head on a spring you often see in car rear windows. I tried not to laugh. "James, Sir," he responded finally, giving me his Christian name. "Now, then, James, you have a driver's license?" I asked. He nodded like the doll again. "What have you been driving?" "My dad's car mostly, Sir, uh, I mean Derek," he blithered. "Sometimes, my mates and I go out and I'm the one who drives them home. I'm not much of a drinker, Sir." "Just as well," I smiled. "You don't want to be tippling when you drive or may drive His Grace." "Uh, Sir, if I might ask?" I nodded. "I'm assuming that I'd be driving five days a week, not seven." "That hasn't been determined yet," I replied. "His Grace may need you at odd hours and weekends. You should speak with Fergus to see how he handled it. The Duke has made it clear that I'd be with him 24/7." "I see, Sir," he replied, wondering if his life were about to be taken over by his new service to the Duke of Lincoln. "Talk to Fergus," I repeated. "He'll give you a better idea of what's expected." "Yes, Sir," he nodded. By now, we were out of the estate grounds and speeding along the M4 back toward London. I intended to introduce him to Captain Montrose, but then send him off with another sergeant major who I'd served with over several years. He was more current on driving schools in the area than I was. I'd been getting vibes from young Mr. Dunbar that he fancied men more than women. Getting another opinion from Captain Montrose would strengthen my perception. After introductions and a couple of reflex tests, I left James with the sergeant major to be tested more thoroughly for reflexes and driving skills. That left me alone with Captain Trevor Montrose. I smiled at him as the two other men left the room. He smiled back. "I've missed our special times together," he whispered. "When are you off duty?" I asked. "I'm off now," he grinned broadly. "I don't have to report until 6 p.m. and I need your big dick in my ass for the next several hours." We rushed back to his room, tore each other's clothes off, and pounced on each other's dick. Precum flowed thickly from his wide dickhead. We rolled about on his bed, enjoying the familiar road toward unbridled, bareback sex. He flipped me on to my back, pulled his dick from my sucking mouth, and sat on my face. "Get it wet, Derek!" he instructed. "I gotta get fucked!" His manhole gaped open as he squatted back onto my wet, probing tongue. The familiar taste of his ass made my dick jerk in his mouth. If he didn't sit on my hard dick soon, he'd be drinking my load instead of taking it deeply up his hungry hole. As if he'd read my mind, he swung around and poised over my throbbing manhood. I smiled when I saw how hard and thick my dick was. Precum was gushing from the gaping piss slit. The anticipation was delicious. His ass lips slid easily over my thick dickhead and swallowed several black inches of obsidian steel. He wiggled his ass and pressed down until my entire upright organ disappeared into him. He sighed and grinned down at me. His own hard dick jerked and leaked against my abs. "I've missed you," he purred. "I've missed THIS!" he exulted, pulling almost completely off my dick and then cannon-balling his ass downward. If I hadn't moved my legs apart, he'd have smashed my nuts. I thrust up into him and held him down. "Fuck! You're so fuckin' BIG!" he groaned. I reached for his dick, but he slapped my hand away. "I'll cum if you touch it," he warned. "Then, I'll just have to fuck it outta ya!" I beamed. He smiled at me and slowly pulled up and sank back down, sucking hard with his ass muscles. We set up a very slow rhythm. Both of us loved how we fucked. He loved how thick and long my black dick was and I loved how deep and hungry his pink, wide hole was. We wanted it to last, but there really wasn't any way that could happen. My dick was too hard and his ass was too hungry. "I'm gonna cum!" I croaked hoarsely, holding his hips down and thrusting savagely upward. He stroked his dick once and began to blast out rich, creamy ropes of his dick gravy. I pumped hard and felt my own jizz jet into his eager butt. I power-fucked his ass. Pumping, thrusting, and pounding savagely, I rocketed baby gravy deeply inside him. Even after my climax, the intense pleasure was so good that I had to continue to fuck his hard ass. When he finally rolled off me, we kissed tenderly. "Damn, Man! How I've missed you!" he sighed. "Same here, Baby," I replied with a huge smile. I thought it better not to say anything more that would compare him to the Duke. So, I asked, "Do you think Jim Dunbar is gay?" "The young one I sent off with Sergeant Schab?" I nodded. "Yeah, I do. But, he's got it real bad for you, Man!" "Seriously?" "DUH!" he laughed. "You just don't see it, do you? It happens all the time," he pointed out. "My gaydar is switched off most of the time." "It wasn't switched off when the Duke was here." "He was coming on to me. I couldn't miss it," I defended. "Yeah, right." "How are his reactions?" I pressed, trying to change the subject away from the Duke. "Better than most, but he could stand some additional training in the opinion of Sergeant Schab. I think the special driving class will help there," he suggested. "Has the Bentley been equipped for high speed maneuvering?" "I'm not sure," I mused. "I'll need to check on that. Fergus would know." It would need special tires, shocks, etc. to allow for a zigzagging escape. It already had bullet-proofing, but I wasn't sure where it was or how good it was. Generally, it would be the sides that had been armored. But, it was my experience that if you were a target, a small anti-tank missile could be fired through the non-armored roof or a bomb could be planted under a manhole cover. Both would be fatal without the correct kind of Kevlar plating. Even the windows might need to be replaced with the new high-impact glass now available. Clearly, I had many site-hardening rabbits to chase down. Even if I didn't take the offered job, I should still make the necessary recommendations. Sex with Captain Montrose reminded me that I had some of the best sex I'd ever experienced in one man. But, the downside was that I'd still be in the military. At this point in my life, that was a pretty big downside. I was sick to death of the idiots running the Marines, the politics they played, the lack of understanding concerning what the real fighting men needed by way of equipment and training. Enough was enough. "Do you think I should retire, Trevor?" I suddenly asked. The naked captain next to me had been playing with my dick again and had gotten it hard. "I think you should fuck me, again," he grinned and then kissed me. So, I did. But, this time, he was on the bottom and I rode him for several more minutes than last time. However, the results were the same. He blasted a big, creamy load all over both of us while I plastered my load over several deep inches of his ass tunnel. We took showers and ate lunch in the mess. I made some phone calls about strengthening the Bentley without giving away what vehicle it was for. I thought it would be appropriate to have some scale of cost before I proposed changes to Alex. I also called Jim Dunbar in the Bentley and found out that he'd be back at the Embassy soon. Today was a get-acquainted day. The sergeant major who went with him got him signed up for the right classes. He started next week with class work. Toward the end of the month, he would be out in the car learning the practical side of his chauffeuring job. As I thought about it, we'd have to have two vehicles similarly armored to keep the Duke safe. If one were in the shop for the usual vehicle maintenance, the Duke would still have a set of wheels to get him where he needed to go in safety. Back on the M4, Jim drove at a steady 70 miles per hour. I watched as he continuously checked mirrors and other vehicles for potential threats. Evidently, he'd already had his first introductory class on threat assessment. I smiled and enjoyed the ride. Two bollards prevented our entry into the grounds of the estate. Jim punched in the security code to gain entry. The bollards retracted into the ground and we passed through. I gauged that they popped back into place before a following vehicle could get through, too. Automation was a good thing, but I wondered how many people had the access code and how many of those had written it down where anyone could find it. I'd need to check into more robust security. Having a person assigned to grant access, even from a distance could be unreasonably expensive as well as easily compromised. Perhaps, something that required fingerprint identification or a retinal scan wouldn't be out of reason. All of these questions I had made me wonder if I were an alarmist. After all, he hadn't been targeted yet. There weren't even any nasty letters addressed to him. Still, it would be my duty to point out the flaws in his security if I were going to take the position. As I thought of the word "position" I flashed on Alex positioned on all fours in front of me, my dick slowly sliding up his tight ass. My manhood instantly hardened and jerked. Mr. Dunbar stopped the car near the kitchen door and hopped out to open my door. I thought about letting myself out, but decided he could use the practice. I smiled as he bowed graciously and got out. When he straightened up, I noticed him staring at my hard dick. It did make a noticeable tent in my slacks. I cleared my throat to distract him and casually tried to adjust myself so my thick, long tube wasn't so obvious. He continued to stare. I sighed, deciding there was no point in trying to hide it. Luckily, Fergus was just emerging from the garage. I strode over to him, hoping the activity would force my dick to deflate. It worked only partially. But, he had the good graces not to stare or mention my bone. I asked him about the armoring on the Bentley. He began to tell me about it, and then thought it better to show me. Fergus beckoned me into one of the garages and leafed through several file folders in a cabinet before finding what he needed. "As you can see with these plans, His Grace spared no expense in armoring the Bentley," he smiled proudly. All soft points had been strengthened with Kevlar, including the roof and the undercarriage. New shocks, tires, and engine cooling systems had been beefed up. Even the gasoline tank had been replaced and lined with Kevlar. "Is there another vehicle he can use when this one might be in the shop for maintenance or something similar?" I pressed. "Well, there is the Rolls, but the armoring on that is antiquated, just like the car," he smirked. "The steel plating couldn't stop many of the modern munitions I should think. Most bullets would bounce off, but missiles, bombs, or high-impact or depleted uranium bullets would sail right through," he sighed. "So, the old girl stays home most of the time." "Have you suggested retrofitting it?" "No, I was afraid of the cost and the old girl is pretty elderly. She's a 1968 Silver Cloud III model," he grinned with fondness. "It was purchased by the Duke's grandfather you see." I nodded knowingly. I'm sure that to him the old Rolls-Royce was part of the family. He'd probably been driving it for the Dukes of Lincoln since it was originally purchased. Fergus probably considered the new Bentley to be a cheap upstart unworthy of His Grace. I decided to make some additional phone calls to see about customizing the Rolls with new Kevlar armoring. Perhaps, it would be unreasonably expensive considering the age of the vehicle. But, at more than 30 years of age, it was clearly a collector's car now. I ate dinner with the rest of the staff in the kitchen. After many phone calls, I knew it was time to talk to Alex about additional security measures. I asked his private secretary to squeeze me into the Duke's schedule tomorrow if possible. I didn't think it was appropriate pillow talk, and it could wait until tomorrow. That left me with the major question still unanswered. Should I take the offered position? Unfortunately, I couldn't decide, not yet anyway. It had been a long day. I went to bed at 10 p.m. The Duke had telephone conferences with members of one of his committees in the House of Lords, so he didn't get to bed until after 11. I pretended to be fast asleep when he slipped between the sheets beside me. I'd wakened when he'd opened the door (an old Special Ops carryover), but, knowing he needed his rest as much as I did, I'd feigned sleep. But at 6 a.m., I was awake and feeling randy. My morning hard-on was hungry for some aristocratic ass. I kissed his shoulder and Alex stirred. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled. "I think you need some ass as much as I need some dick," he grinned wickedly. "You've come to the right place," I smiled back at him. He flipped on to his side and backed toward me. I rolled to my side and worked my hard dick between his butt cheeks. We dry humped for several minutes, before he grabbed my dick and tried to force it up his ass. Something this big wasn't going up his tight ass without some lube. I thought about eating his ass out, but that wouldn't be enough to take all of my 10" up there, so I reached over him and grabbed the lube. Effectively, that rolled him on to his stomach. He raised his ass invitingly. With three fingers loaded with something slippery, I massaged his anal opening, reaching as deeply as his prostate. "Damn, that feels good! But, I need something bigger," he giggled as he rotated his ass on my three thrusting fingers. "Something like this?" I whispered. I removed my fingers and inserted my fat dick. He groaned and smiled over his shoulder at me. His ass backed up deliberately, impaling himself on at least six inches of black steel. He moaned again. I rotated my hips to widen his hole and slide deeper. He loved that! "Fuck! Give it to me!" he shouted. "ALL of it!" I plowed hard into him, grinding in that last thick inch of fuck stick. His ass bounced on my dick, chewing and sucking on it voraciously. I withdrew until only the thick head was inside him and slammed forward again and again. He loved that, too. One hand slid beneath him and he began stroking his dick rapidly. "If you spray my sheets, I'll make you lick it up," I cautioned him. He laughed at my tepid warning. "Not much of a disincentive, is it?" He laughed again. "Not even remotely," he finally sighed, working his ass muscles as feverishly as I was pounding his butt. I flipped him over. Cum-stiffened sheets weren't what I had in mind for tonight. Even if he licked up his spilled load, some of his sperm would still starch my sheets. I withdrew almost completely. I rabbit-fucked him in short jabs, only going as deeply as his prostate. With my mouth over the head of his dick, I sucked and fucked him. "Oh, FUCK!" he grimaced. The stimulation was more than he could take. Within ten seconds more, he was spraying a heavy load of cream into my mouth. The harder his climax blasted his nervous system, the harder he fucked himself on my pistoning dick. His climax waned slightly at the same time that my nuts were ready to fire. I pulled off his dick and shouted out my own climax, slamming him hard and deep, power-fucking him so hard that I moved him back nearly a foot on the bed. Cum leaked from his dick as his climax ended. His right hand beat his meat in sync with my thrusts up his ass. His left hand clung to my right butt cheek and urged me to pump him faster and harder. The harder I climaxed, the harder I fucked him. If his ass hadn't been so hungry, I'd have split him wide open. We chuffed like old locomotives. Wild, uninhibited sex was exactly what we both loved. Even after my climax shuddered to a stop, I kept fucking him. Both of his hands were on my ass now. He loved my big dick inside him pounding away. "Don't pull out," he sighed. "I love it like this." "Your legs will tire," I reminded him. "I'll let you know when it's too much." With a slight shrug, I smiled down at him, but kept up a languid fucking pace. He tightened his ass muscles, trapping me deliciously inside him. Restricting the blood flow out of my dick kept my fat dickhead inflated and rubbing repeatedly against his joy button. It felt so good to him that he had to resume stroking his dick. Again, his left hand held my right butt cheek, urging me to continue to fuck him as hard and deep as I could. But, all good things must end. Finally, my dick deflated enough that I fell out of his well-lubed and well-filled love tunnel. He dropped his legs and pulled me down in to a hard kiss and hug. "You're the best sex I've ever had," he smiled up at me when we broke the kiss. "You really know how to pleasure a man." "I've had some practice," I smiled modestly. "I want to cum with you again," he revealed. "Sit on my face, Derek." I raised my eyebrows, wondering if he really meant it. But, his countenance agreed with his words. He was still horny. I spun about and hovered my black ass over his face. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down so that my butthole connected lightly with his lips and tongue. He moaned with profound pleasure when he sniffed then licked at my pucker. His dick jerked and rose from this abs. With his face in my ass, I wasn't sure if he wanted to fuck me after he got me wet enough or he wanted to rim me and get me to suck him off. His dripping dick waved above his abs. That made my decision very easy. I swooped down and nearly inhaled his throbbing dick. He moaned again and lapped more hungrily at my ass. His hips fucked up into my face as his tongue dove deeper inside me. It was becoming increasingly clear that my new friend was a champion ass eater and he didn't seem to care if my ass were ripe or clean. Either way, he wanted to rim me out until he shot his load. Despite the fact that he'd shot off a load only minutes before, his hard, jerking dick in my mouth and the increasing volume of his sexual desires peaked at the same time. Fusillades of warm cum jetted into my sucking mouth. I swallowed once and kept sucking. Again and again his dick jerked and fed me more of his ball gravy. His tongue speared me repeatedly, licking and lapping as deeply as his oral digit could reach. Sniffing and eating ass obviously got him off in a big way. When his climax finally subsided and he withdrew his tongue from my cleaned out hole, I released his cum cannon and sat back on his face. My dick jerked and slapped wetly against his chest. I looked over my shoulder, but could only see the top of his head. I laughed and pulled away. He grabbed at my stiff dick and guided me willingly back to his asshole. He flipped himself over and got on all fours again. Once more, I mounted him. I slid easily into him, my previous load having coated his love chute with the finest lube there is, cum. His eager, hungry ass ate my dick like he was starving. I pounded him mercilessly, going for a climax, not love making. He didn't mind at all. In fact, he encouraged me with a litany of hot fuck talk. He begged me to fuck him harder, deeper, faster, knock him up, fill him up, cum hard in his manhole. It went on for several minutes, my climax building to a crescendo of shouts and curses as I unloaded again in his wet, cummy hole. To me, it felt like my nuts were pumping like a fire hose when I climaxed. Each wave of soaring pleasure ripped another creamy rope of sperm out of me and into his gaping manhole. I collapsed on to his back and humped him like a dog. Even after my climax wore down, I couldn't stop pumping him. His ass felt so wonderful wrapped around my spasming, jetting dick. Alex collapsed on to the bed beneath me. He pulled me down with him. I couldn't stop humping him as he continued to suck my deflating dick with his hungry ass muscles. I was so out of control that I was drooling on to his neck. My nose and fingers tingled. Alex was all the sexual packaging I'd ever dreamed of. He loved it more than I did and was willing to do anything I'd suggested in any fashion. But, my weight was crushing him; I knew that. But, I still didn't want to pull out of him. I needed to fuck him again and again. This felt so GOOD! But, it had to end. I rolled off him when my deflated dick finally plopped out of his ass. He snuggled up next to me and kissed me. I could taste my ass on his lips, but I didn't care. We slept for another 30 minutes before we officially started a new day. 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