Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2005 09:42:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Deapen <tomdeapen@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cockard And Buttman Investigate - Part 2

Cockard and Buttman were killing time in their office when a large matron
in a floral dress and lurid hat walked in. They quickly snapped to
attention. A customer usually meant money and sex, which were their two
favourite things in the world.


'How may we help?' asked Cockard in his most polite, most seductive tones.

'My son recently told me that he is one of those...home boy.' Mrs Malard
replied.

'Home boys?' enquired Buttman.

'You know...he says he is a hommie, a hommie sexual.'

'Aah yes, and so are we.' replied Cockard.

'Good.' she said. 'What I want is for you guys to show me just what exactly
two guys do together. I just can't get my head around it.'

'Certainly madam, it would be our pleasure.' replied Cockard as he put the
closed sign up in the window and ushered her into the back office, where
they kept a bed.


Although Cockard and Buttman were business partners and not lovers, they
were not averse to getting it on together every now and then, especially if
they were being paid to do so. They told Mrs Malard to have a seat and then
began their little show.


Buttman took Cockard into his arms and hugged him close. Mrs Malard's face
was fairly neutral as she watched the younger, chunkier blonde guy hug the
older, slimmer dark haired handsome man. The pair hugged and kissed for a
good ten minutes and she was beginning to think there wasn't too much to
write home about. But then Cockard slid down onto his knees and started to
tug at the fly of Buttman's suit pants. She watched in eager anticipation
as Buttman's pants were lowered revealing his thick club of a cock, already
fully erect and pointing up at the ceiling. Below hung a pair of heavy nuts
and she gasped softly as Cockard buried his face in Buttman's crotch and
started licking his nuts.


Cockard slid his hands up and down Buttman's warm, stocky thighs. It had
been a long time since he had made out with Buttman and he was making the
most of this opportunity. His hands slid higher up Buttman's thighs, onto
his beefy butt and after massaging his solid, meaty mound for a while
Cockard slid his hand into Buttman's warm crack. Buttman's eyes were closed
and he sighed gently as Cockard's finger teased around his hungry hole. Mrs
Malard watched Cockard withdraw his finger and lick it and then slide it
back into Buttman's ass crack. Cockard groaned out loud as his spit wet
finger slid into Buttman's warm butthole. He gently finger fucked his
business partner as he continued to slurp away at his beercan of a cock.


'That's just disgusting!' Mrs Malard spat, but she could not look away.

Her eyes were locked onto the sight of this lustful man mating. She told
herself that she ought to be disgusted but in reality she was so turned on
she could hardly think straight. They made her clapped out husband look
about as erotic as a wet rag. These raging bulls of gay men had far more
testosterone that the old fart had ever had.


Cockard turned Buttman around and made him bend over the bed. She watched
in amazement as Cockard parted those beefy butt cheeks and buried his face
right in the other guys ass and ate it out like he was eating a pussy. The
stocky blonde moaned like some cheap porno actor as his partner teased his
love knot with his wet, snake like tongue. Buttman's asshole tingled as his
nerve endings went into overdrive. Every now and then Cockard would stop
licking to slide a finger into Buttman's chute. Mrs Malard got down on her
knees by the side of the bed to get a good view of the action. She could
see Buttman's hand working on his thick club and wished that Mr Malard was
so generously endowed.


Cockard stood up and undressed. Mrs Malard quickly drank in the beauty of
his longer, more slender man spear and toned body. He really was a handsome
devil; it was just a pity that he was not meat for her mouth. She watched
Cockard reposition Buttman on his back on the bed and lift his legs into
the air.  Cockard went back to rimming Buttman's ass and she decided that
he must be doing a hell of a job because she could see a long drool of
precum leaking from Buttman's cock onto his belly.


Cockard stood up and reached for a bottle under the bed. He applied a
dollop of lube to his cock and worked another dollop into Buttman's
ass. Then he flipped Buttman over onto his belly so that his beautiful
fleshy rump was now ready for penetration.

'You are never going to do what I think you're going to do!' Mrs Malard
screeched, and hoped to hell that he would.


She felt faint with lustful desire as she watched Cockard slide his slender
cock into Buttman's ass. The big man moaned softly and wriggled about on
the bed. He seemed as happy as a pig in shit, and she envied him. If only
once Mr Malard would take control and give it to her this way. Wow! She had
to fight the urge to slip a hand into her big bloomers and tease her hairy
gash. Cockard was fully into his fuck now, pulling all the way out and
slamming all the way home. Both Cockard and Buttman were using the most
filthy, disgusting language as they urged each other on. It really was too
much for the poor woman.

'Boys! I'll double your fee if you cum on my tits.' she cried.


It was the magic sentence. Cockard pulled out of Buttman's ass and both men
were on their feet in seconds. They stood on either side of her and started
stroking as she lowered her dress and freed her huge melons from the
confines of her bra. The thought of those so very easily earned dollars got
both men fired up and they were soon panting so hard they drowned out her
orders that they jizz her up good. Cockard let fly first, shooting a huge,
thick load onto her left tit. Seconds later Buttman offloaded his equally
large squirt of cock cream onto her right tit. She greedily rubbed the
fresh cream into her jugs while the men started to dress.


Mrs Malard handed over the amount she promised and then tucked herself back
into her dress.

'What's your son's name?' asked Cocakrd.

'Son?' she asked. 'Oh that...I don't have a son. I just wanted to see two
hot studs get it on together.'

She blew them a kiss and left their office, still reeking of freshly milked
man milk.

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