Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2004 00:02:24 EDT
From: PeterJo5555@aol.com
Subject: The Apprentice season 2

"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!

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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...