Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2005 20:07:02 -0400 From: James Branson Subject: Martha Apprentice Studs This story is based on NBC's series Martha Stewart: The Apprentice, which belongs to NBC/Mark Burnett/Martha Stewart. Don't take this for reality. These guys are straight and nothing in this story should be taken as real life. If you are not 18 or older then don't read the story. If you enjoy the story please let me know! If people don't give feedback no one will ever write a story. - Jim's team, Matchstick, kept losing tasks, but Jim had never felt more like a winner. His wife had just given birth. He was beginning to feel guilty over not being there for the blessed event, but his wife had told him to do the show. Still... Jim was startled by a knock on his suite room door. His team had started out with 8 members, but now that they were down to 5, the other 4 had all moved out (partially because Jim bugged them). So Jim was all alone. After wiping away a few tears, he opened the door for his guest. "Hey, my man! CongratuFUCKINGlations!!" Howie, a star player on the other team, Primarius, grabbed Jim for a big bear hug. Howie was a tall, thick-necked, musclebound Italian-blooded stud who was totally comfortable with his sexuality. He had kissed his teammate Ryan on the cheek, near his mouth, earlier that day and he seemed to attract hot male friends for some reason. Jim, wearing nothing more than his white boxers, was no exception. For a weasel, Jim had quite a smoking body, only a small little pouch on his otherwise flat stomach and firm pecs. Jim was gay, but for professional and societal reasons he had decided to get married and have kids. No one knew about this, or about his occasional trysts with other men, but having that huge banana in Howie's slacks pressing so close to his own barely covered crotch drove Jim wild with lust. Before Howie could notice just how hard he was, Jim pulled away. "I got some pictures of my daughter in my upper drawer, it's in the other room. If you go get 'em I'll show you just how great my genes are." Howie smirked and smacked Jim's supple, boxer-clad ass as he walked out. "Ya don't need to show me your best genes, pal," Howie said. Jim blushed all over. Boy was he horny. He watched Howie's chunky bubble butt stroll into the other room. He was about to go jerk off in the bathroom when Ryan, Howie's teammate, showed up at his door. Wearing only a towel. Ryan was fairly short but he had All-American features, a hint of stubble, broad shoulders and a slim waist. His chest - dripping wet - was matted with a thin coat of fur. His eyes seemed as wet as his near-naked body. Jim wondered what was wrong. Ryan was usually so happy and upbeat. "Good job on the kid, man." Even Ryan's compliment was weak, mumbled. Jim reached out to hug Ryan, but Ryan recoiled. At first Jim was confused, then he saw the panic in Ryan's eyes and realized they were both pretty close to bare-ass naked. Ryan seemed so lost, as if he wondered why he had even come to see Jim. Jim began to suspect. So he tried something. "I know. It's OK. I like him too." Ryan began to cry, and his whole body slumped. Jim took that strong body into his arms and tried to hug his pain away. "Ryan, I'm gay too. You're not alone. I know how awful it must be to spend all your time on a team with Howie and not just tear off his pants and dive straight into his ass." Ryan could only murmur in agreement. Jim held Ryan's beautiful face in his hands, and tentatively kissed him. Ryan struggled at first, but only for a brief second. As the kiss deepened, Jim yanked off Ryan's towel and stepped back to take a good look at the wild pubic bush and the half-hard 7 1/2 inches and tight ballsac swaying between Ryan's sculpted thighs. Before they could go any further, Howie wandered back into the room. His strong iron jaw crashed to the floor. And Jim noticed that Howie was very impressed with Ryan's buff (in both senses of the word) bod. "Ryan, you a fag?" Ryan flinched at Howie's comment. Howie was genuinely shocked at his two friends making out, but when he realized how much his remark hurt Ryan, he grabbed him in a big bear hug. "C'mon, Ry. You know that shit don't matter to me. I love you no matter where you stick your dick. You're my buddy. I care about you, man." The hug lasted for several moments, with Ryan burying his face in Howie's huge shoulder. Howie was all man and his presence was so comforting to a vulnerable Ryan. Jim, meanwhile, came from behind Howie and wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in the other side of Howie's thick neck. Soon Howie realized that two hardons were jabbing him, one nestled near the crack of his ass and the other pushed against his bulge. Invariably, Howie felt his own tower of power expanding, and he groaned. He really wasn't expecting this. All the body contact was making him hard enough to hammer nails. "Oh God guys - what the fuck are you doing to me. I'm about to ruin these pants if you don't let me get outta here." Inspired, Jim broke the threeway hug, but before Howie could leave, Jim pushed him on the bed and unbuckled his slacks. As he yanked them down, his and Ryan's eyes bugged and their lips licked of desire. Howie had at least 9 hard inches poking from his grey boxer briefs, flying way above his navel. He was hung like a mule. Jim feverishly began to lick and suck the heavy outline of man-meat, soaking Howie's underwear in saliva and sweat. He tasted the precome on his tongue and pined for more. Ryan, still in shock, finally joined them on the bed and kneeled beside Howie's head, taking his mouth in a tender kiss. Their first kiss. Howie was bewildered by all the action. He was a macho man. Not a fag or a queer. Fuck it, he finally decided. With Ryan's help, he unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his hairy, muscled chest, his big meaty nipples hard from the air conditioned room. Ryan leaned over to pinch and bite the sensitive teats. All while Jim lifted Howie's boxer briefs down and deep-throated him. Howie's hips arched as Ryan continued to torture his nips. "FUCK!!!!" he screamed. "No one's EVER taken me all the way, you fucker!!!" He couldn't stop himself. A huge load roared from his monster and gushed into Jim's mouth, torrent after torrent until Jim's cheeks and chin were covered in seed. Ryan was next, and began to spurt his come all over Howie's obscenely ripped pecs and eight-pack. Finally, Jim shucked his shorts and as he made out with Ryan, he began to ejaculate. Mischeivously, he turned his hose onto Howie's handsome yet intense face, blowing his load straight into that brooding profile. Howie cursed as he received his first facial. His thick neck corded with veins as his mouth and nose were covered in cum. He was being used like a cheap whore and he enjoyed it. He was also hard all over again and he returned the favor by shooting directly into Ryan and Jim's faces, as they eagerly kneeled at his dick like puppies. Then Howie penis-whipped them, smacking their faces over and over with his mammoth rod. That was only the first night of pleasure. And they had made friends - and fuck buddies - for life.