Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 20:37:05 -0500
From: John Paul Batista <john_paul@comcast.net>
Subject: The Jake Chronicles: Chapter 3 -- Legal Briefs

Mr. Bourne walked out of his office to find Jake pacing manically in front
of his secretary's desk.  Jake's face was drawn into a savage scowl -- so
savage that the young lawyer wasn't sure if he should approach the man or
not.

"Mr. Jacoby?" he said, to get Jake's attention.

Jake stopped his frantic pacing and looked up at the man.  He gave him a
quick once-over.  John Paul had told him that Mike was young and handsome,
but Jake never imagined he would be THAT young and THAT handsome.  Michael
was a tall, smooth glass of chocolate milk.  He looked even smoother in his
well-tailored, black suit, charcoal gray shirt and glossy black tie.  He
was sharp, but not TOO sharp.  Jake was very leery of lawyers in general,
but especially of those dressed in flashy suits and dripping with gold and
diamonds.  That was not the case with Michael -- he had the right balance
of style to put Jake's mind at ease.  Maybe it was his killer smile or the
calm gaze of his dark brown eyes; or maybe it was the fact that he was just
so damn fine.  Whatever it was, Jake was convinced that he'd found the
right guy to represent him in court.

"Hi Mr. Bourne," Jake replied, extending his hand to shake Michael's.
"Thanks for seeing me on such short notice."

"No problem," he answered as he ushered Jake into his office.  "Any friend
of John Paul's is a friend of mine.  And please, call me Mike."

Mike led him to a conference table in his office.  They sat down and Mike
looked through his paperwork.

"I read the claim and the witness statements, and I have a pretty clear
understanding of what the plaintiff says happened.  So now what I would
like, Mr. Jacoby, is to hear your side of the story."

"Well... it's all kind of blurry.  You see, I was a little tipsy when it
all happened."

"Then just tell me what you remember."

"Okay.  I was in the bar by myself, just minding my business and enjoying
some of the local livestock, if you know what I mean."

Michael nodded.  "Then what happened?"

"Well, I guess I was enjoying a particular little honey that belonged to
him.  All I did was gave her a wink and a smile; it's not my fault she was
sweet on me.  Well, apparently, he took offense to the fact that his lady
friend was hanging around my neck.  That's when he pushed me.  I told him
to back off `cuz I didn't want any trouble, but he kept getting in my face.
So, I told him we could have a discussion outside."

Jake paused when he saw Mike scribbling something down on his notepad.
Mike looked up.  "I'm just taking a few notes, please do carry on.  What
happened outside?"

"I hit him."

"And then?"

"That's it.  I hit him and he hit the ground.  He had a glass jaw, the
little prissy fucker... one hit and he was done."

"Evidently he has more than a glass jaw.  In his claim, he alleges to have
a couple of broken ribs, a broken arm, a concussion... He's suing you for
roughly one million American dollars to cover his medical expenses, loss of
wages due to inability to work, and mental anguish.  Are you sure you only
hit him once?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Jake replied with a cocky smirk on his face.  One
disapproving frown from Michael quickly wiped it away, however.

"Were there any witnesses?"

"Yeah... his lady friend and a couple of his dumb-ass buddies followed us
out."

"There was no one else around?  No innocent bystander who could testify
impartially?"

Jake thought about it, frowned, and then shook his head.

"Hmmm...that's not good.  They have already shown their allegiances in
their witness statements.  I'm going to be honest with you, Mr. Jacoby;
this isn't going to be an easy case.  You admit to assaulting this guy and
to having unclear memories of the events of that evening due to
drunkenness.  And, on top of that, he has witnesses.  I'll do everything in
my power to get you out of this, but I can't promise you anything."

Jake jumped out of his seat.  "C'mon Mike; you've gotta get me out of
this!!  I didn't hurt the guy that bad; I swear!!  It's not about the
money... shit, a million bucks is nothing to me, but it's the principle of
the matter.  There's no way that that asshole's medical bills cost him that
much... and I'm pretty sure he won't make a million dollars in his lifetime
let alone in the three days since all this shit happened!  He's a lying,
good-for-nothing sack of shit, and if I'd known he was gonna pull this
bullshit, I would have made sure I gave him a million dollars worth of ass
kicking!"

Mike was unable to suppress a chuckle at Jake's hysterics.
"Okay... okay... I'll work something out.  I promise.  Just calm down and
make sure you don't say anything like that in the courtroom or you can kiss
your million dollars goodbye."

Jake sighed and plopped back down in the chair.  Mike looked at him for a
minute and then said, "Here's what we're going to do..."

The trial was three days away.  To Jake, it felt like an eternity.  He
couldn't wait to get all this crap behind him.

The night before the trial, he was a nervous wreck.  Sleeping would not
come easily, no matter how hard he tried.  When all else failed, he decided
to call John Paul.  He was always good at listening to his problems and
putting his mind at ease.

"If you'd come with me, none of this would have happened," Jake whined to
his best friend over the telephone, after they'd been talking for a while.

"Wait a minute!!  I didn't tell you to go out, get drunk, and start a
fight."

"I didn't start it!  And if you'd been here, I would have behaved myself."

"You're 40 years old, Jake.  It's about time you learned to take
responsibility for your own actions."

"Ever since you got married, you've become such a nag.  You weren't like
this when we traveled the world together.  You were so fun... and you
always took care of me."

"Let's not get into this again, Jake.  You're a big boy now; act like one."

Jake was silent.  He realized he sounded like a spoiled brat and a jealous
bitch, but he couldn't help it.  He slowly saw his best friend drifting
away and he didn't like it.

"So how does Mike feel about the trial?" John Paul asked to relieve some of
the tension on the line.

"He seems pretty confident that we can beat this punk.  We've gone over the
game plan for the trial and it's looking pretty good.  He's a good lawyer."

"Pretty good looking too, huh?"

"Yeah, he's pretty easy on the eyes," Jake answered indifferently.  Truth
be told, he was VERY easy on Jake's eyes.  His smooth, dark brown skin was
a subject of fascination for him.  He'd already crossed the interracial
line many times with some of his lady friends and Jake was not ashamed to
admit that he had a severe case of "Jungle Fever".  He'd always loved the
contrast of a Black woman's brown skin against his -- it got him off every
time.  Obviously his fascination wasn't limited to women only.  None of the
Black women he'd been with had skin as dark and smooth as Mike's though.
More than once, Jake found himself wondering if he was that brown all over.
He wondered if his dick was even darker than the rest of his body.  He
imagined how fierce and powerful that must look when it gets hard.  Even as
he talked to John Paul, his mind wondered and wandered over his idea of
what Mike might look like naked.  Before long, he'd popped a pretty
generous boner and had his hand stuffed inside his boxer briefs to stroke
it.

"You okay, Jake?  You're awfully quiet," John Paul commented.

Jake snapped out of his fantasy.  "Yeah, I'm just tired, I guess.  I should
probably try to get some sleep.  I have to be at court early."

"Okay, buddy.  Good luck tomorrow.  I'm praying for you."

"Thanks, Paulie... for everything...  Good night."

"Good night."

Jake hung up, turned off the light, and closed his eyes in a vain attempt
at falling asleep.  He ignored his erection and tried to get his lewd
thoughts of Mike out of his head.  Somehow, he succeeded and managed to get
a few hours of sleep.  Enough to get him through the case, he figured.

As expected, the "victim" brought along two of his buddies who supposedly
witnessed the attack.  Both of them recounted how Jake single-handedly beat
the plaintiff to the ground and then proceeded to kick him for the next ten
minutes until he lost consciousness.  Their descriptions of the events were
flawlessly and skeptically identical. But it was their word against
Jake's. Three men in all -- counting the victim -- disputing Jake's
innocence.

After the first testimony, Jake knew he was done for.  The guy painted a
picture of a savage, almost murderous attack.  It was so riveting that Jake
almost believed it himself.  As nervous as Jake was, Mike was perfectly
calm and composed.  In fact, halfway through the witness' statement, he
started to smile.

Jake couldn't understand why Mike was so happy -- his fate was doomed.
There was no way he was going to get out of this one.  It wasn't until he
heard Mike's cross-examination that he understood why his lawyer was so
happy.

"You look like you're in peak shape Mr. Smyth.  How do you keep such good
form?  Sports?"  Mike began.

Mr. Smyth blushed.  "I play a little rugby, with me buddies, John and
William.  Nothing professional or anything... just for fun."

"Oh yes, I understand.  How well acquainted are John, William and yourself?
Would you say that you chaps are good friends?"

"The best. We've been chums since primary school," he said proudly.

"That's quite a while, Mr. Smyth.  Given that you've been friends for such
a lengthy period would it be correct to state that you three have probably
been through a lot together -- good and bad?"

"Most definitely.  We've been through marriages, divorces, births,
deaths... you name it; we've done it together."

Mike smiled warmly as the witness reminisced.  "So, tell me,
Mr. Smyth... what was going through your head as you WATCHED your friend
being beaten, as you so eloquently stated, to `within an inch of his
life'"?

Mr. Smyth began to flush.  "Why, I was horrified.  I couldn't believe what
I was seeing.  That guy was like an animal the way he attacked poor John."

"Yes, yes of course.  So horrified that you didn't even think of stepping
in to help your life-long friend in his time of need?"

"I-I... I was too shocked.  I couldn't move."

"What about your other mate?  Was he paralyzed with shock too?  Surely one
of you could have stepped in to help.  Granted, my client is fairly
muscular but there were two of you -- two men who play rugby for leisure
and outweigh my client by a couple of stone each, yet neither of you could
find the strength of will to prevent your friend from being beaten?"

"My Lord we must object" the plaintiff's counsel chimed in. "My Learned
friend cannot be expectant that Mr. Smyth can testify to another's state of
mind."

Mr. Smyth was speechless.

Mike rose looking as apologetic as he could feign before his Lordship could
rule the question inadmissible: "My Lord, my apologies to the court. I
withdraw the question and the defense has no further questions for the
witness at this time, my Lord."

Mike sat back in his seat, looked back at Jake, smiled and gave him a wink.
Jake smiled back and straightened up in his chair.  Things were starting to
look a lot brighter.

Mike picked the other witness' testimony apart in much the same fashion --
as well as the plaintiff's heart-wrenching recount.  It was like something
out of a John Grisham novel.  So confident was Mike in the effectiveness of
his cross-examinations that he didn't even bother to call Jake.

"The defense rests, My Lord," Mike calmly stated.

Jake passed a note forward which read, "I don't get to tell my side of the
story?!"

Mike scribbled back and answered, "You don't need to.  We have discredited
enough of their witness testimony to move for a dismissal of his claims."

Jake looked a little disappointed -- he'd never been on trial before and,
deep down, he was looking forward to testifying.  Mike chuckled.

Sure enough, the judge dismissed the case, just as Mike had requested.
Jake got off with only a verbal reprimand from the judge -- a whole hell of
a lot better than shelling out a million bucks to some drunken, unemployed
asshole.  Outside, in the ante room to Courtroom No.1, after he had learned
his fate, Jake turned to Mike and pulled him into a powerful, Texas-style
bear hug.

Mike could feel the Texan's musculature beneath his Brioni suit as he
chanted: "You did it!  You did it!!  I don't know how to thank you."  He
liked what he felt; he could only imagine what Jake LOOKED like beneath the
expensive threads.  Mike laughed, withdrawing from his sinfully indecent
thoughts and returning his attention to his client -- the man whom he was
having the naughty thoughts about.  "You'd think that I got you out of a
death sentence or something."

"I'd rather have gone to jail than paid that bastard one red cent."

"Bold words Mr. Jacoby!  Do you know what they do to pretty Americans like
you in British jails?"

Jake shrugged.  "Nothing I couldn't handle."

Mike chuckled.  He was intrigued by Jake's response.  He wondered what
exactly he meant by that.  "Ok!  Well, I'm glad I could do this for you and
there's no need to thank me beyond the generous fee you've already paid
me."

Jake thought about it for a minute.  "Is it customary to tip lawyers?  Like
give them a bonus or something?"

"Customary? No.  Besides barristers are..."

"Aw hell!  What do I care?  I've never really followed customs anyway."
With that, Jake pulled his checkbook out of his coat pocket and sat down to
write a check to his new best friend.

"Mr. Jacoby, really, it's not necessary...," Mike began to protest again.
Before he could say another word, Jake handed him the check.  Mike looked
at it and almost fell to the floor.  It was for a million dollars!  "I
can't accept this!"

"Why not?  You earned it.  If you hadn't helped me out, I would have been
shelling it out to that asshole.  I'd much rather you have it.  Besides,
maybe now you'll stop calling me Mr. Jacoby."

"Jake, I don't know what to say," Mike said.  He certainly wasn't about to
protest too much -- not with a million dollars at stake.  He just stood
there like a mute, with his mouth hanging open.

Jake punched him on the shoulder to snap him out of it.  "I feel like
celebrating!  Let's grab some drinks... your treat!"

Mike waved the check in the air and smiled.  "I think I can manage that."

Mike took Jake out to one of his favorite pubs.  It was a respectable joint
-- one where Jake was less likely to get into any more trouble.  Just to be
safe, Jake decided to take it easy with the drinking which, for him, was
six lagers and a couple of shots of JD.  Mike was a talented boozer too and
matched Jake drink for drink.  By 9:00, they were both feeling a heavy buzz
and were enjoying each other's company.

Actually, Mike was enjoying more than Jake's company.  He had spent the
better part of the evening undressing him in his head.  Jake had caught his
eye from jump.  He was immediately drawn to the Texan's rugged features and
brawny build; he was captivated by his warm, down-to-earth personality.  It
had been difficult to stay professional around Jake but, now that the case
was over, he wasn't bound by such limitations.  Mike was free to fully
explore all the thoughts that popped into his head whenever he looked into
that stud's chestnut brown eyes or heard his deep, southern drawl.

"So... how well do you know John Paul?" Jake asked, nursing his ale.

Mike took a sip of his beer and shrugged.  "I'd say we're pretty good
friends.  We met a few years ago when he was here on assignment.  We've
kept in touch ever since.  He used to visit a bit before he got married;
now it's mostly just emails and a few phone calls.  I guess he never
mentioned me."

"No, but John Paul never mentioned me to you and I'm supposedly his best
friend.  It's nothing personal, that's just the way it is with him."

"Ok!  Well that makes me feel a little better."

Jake found something odd in Mike's attitude -- he almost sounded like a
scorned lover.  "Did you two... you know... mess around?" he asked.

Mike cleared his throat.  "Yeah... we used to mess around.  I guess you
could say I was one of his regulars."  Jake flinched at Mike's comment.  It
seemed he wasn't the only one who felt a void in his life where John Paul
used to reside.

"Don't say it like that!  I can tell by the way he talks about you that he
respects and likes you.  The fact that you were a `regular' says a lot.
Paulie never was one to tap the same well twice unless the water was good."

That put a smile on Mike's face and a thought in his head.  "Did he ever
tap YOUR well?" he asked his recently former client.

Jake blushed and stared into the bubbles in his beer.  "A few times," he
mumbled.

"A few?!" Mike asked in awe.  "I knew I picked up a vibe from you.  Were
you two a couple?"

"No!!  It wasn't like that... we just... messed around.  I'm more of a
breast and pussy man, myself.  My little experiments with Paulie usually
happened when I was drunk off my ass and couldn't get a chick to come back
to the room with me... so I turned to the closest warm body... which was
usually Paulie.  And he never made a big deal about it, which was cool.  We
just... fucked and forgot about it."

Mike was intrigued again.  "Wow!  Sounds pretty hot!"  His hand disappeared
beneath the table where they sat.  Jake could only imagine where it was and
what it was doing.  "So have you ever thought of experimenting with other
lads?"

Mike's question sounded more like a proposition.  Jake couldn't help but
grin.  "I've dabbled a few times since," he answered casually.

"Really?!"  Jake could now clearly make out a slight movement of Mike's
left arm.  There was no doubt what he was doing under the table as he just
stared at Jake -- never blinking and occasionally licking his lips.

"What are you doing?" Jake asked anyway.

Mike blinked out of his trance and started grinning sheepishly.  "Sorry.
It's just that I couldn't get the image of you naked, sweaty, and rolling
around with some bloke out of my head.  The image was hotter than I
anticipated.  I guess I got a little carried away."

Jake was taken aback by Mike's bluntness.  He shouldn't have been,
considering how shamelessly Mike groped himself beneath the table.  What
was the point in being modest now?

"Wanna know something?" Jake asked.

Mike nodded.  "Yeah... sure."

"I've been imagining you naked off and on since we first met."

Mike's smiled.  "Oh yeah?  Well, how's the view?"

"Pretty good, I guess.  I think I have the size, shape and skin tone right,
but there's one thing that I'm not sure about."

"Oh?  What's that?"

"You see... I was wondering if... well... if you're the same shade of brown
all over."

Mike flashed his sparkling white smile.  He leaned back and looked into
Jake's eyes.  "Come see for yourself," he offered.

Jake looked around.  The pub was pretty crowded -- there were people
milling about everywhere.  "I can't look here!"

"Why not?"

"People can see us.  It'll be pretty obvious that I'm looking at your
equipment."

"No one is paying attention to anything other than themselves.  The couple
in the booth over there has been practically fucking for the past half hour
and no one has even so much as stopped to check it out.  Do you really
think they'll take notice of you taking a little peek?"

Jake pondered it for a minute.  "I guess not," he said.

"Good," Mike answered, "now scoot over here and let me show you."

Jake slid around to Mike's side of the booth.  Mike had already pulled out
his beautiful fuck stick.  It was more fascinating than anything Jake could
have imagined.  It was still soft but was already nice and thick, but what
was most amazing to Jake was the color.  It was, in fact, the same
delicious shade of chocolate brown as the rest of Mike's body -- from tip
to root.

Mike stroked it a few times to make it more presentable.  He didn't have
to; Jake was already hooked.  He ogled Mike's beautiful cock and didn't
care who saw.

"So what do you think?"  Mike asked.

"I think... you should take me somewhere where I can get a closer look,"
Jake replied.

"It would be my pleasure."

Jake gulped down the rest of his beer while Mike stuffed his cock back into
his pants.  They paid their tab and quickly exited the pub.  Mike took Jake
back to his flat for the private show.  It was a beautiful place with lots
of space and tastefully expensive furnishings.  Mike was obviously doing
well for himself, which came as no surprise considering his flair in the
courtroom.

Jake followed the handsome young attorney into the living room.  Mike
removed his suit jacket, tossed it on an armchair and turned to face his
guest.  Giving his crotch a firm grope, he said, "You wanted a closer look,
so come and take one."

Jake was a little hesitant.  Sometime during the 15-minute cab ride, he'd
lost a little bit of his buzz and his nerve.  However, watching Mike
standing there, grinning and squeezing his package, made him forget his
doubts.  The guy was just sexy -- everything about him exuded sex.  It was
contagious.

Jake walked the few yards that separated them, until they were standing
nose to nose.  He could still smell stale ale and JD on Mike's breath -- so
hot!  Mike licked Jake's bottom lip which made the kiss-shy lover flinch.
Mike was a little taken aback at first and wondered if Jake was getting
cold feet -- until he felt Jake's hand on his bulge.

Jake had big hands; his mitt completely engulfed the contents of Mike's
pouch, which was no small accomplishment.  He gave it a powerful squeeze
and Mike groaned in response.  It felt like Jake was going to crush his
nuts, and Mike LOVED it!  His hips pitched forward to cram even more of his
cock and balls into the man's clutches, and the more he bucked; the harder
Jake squeezed.

At the same time, Jake had also been busy sucking on Mike's neck.  He
wasn't much on kissing, but there was something about sucking someone's
neck -- especially a man's -- that turned Jake on.  He noisily tongued that
luscious throat to get it wet, just so he could suck it dry.  The combined
assault on his jugular and his crotch drove Mike crazy.  He was a moaning,
writhing, and willing victim to Jake's manhandling.

With his free hand, Jake had taken off his own coat, and loosened his tie
and shirt.  He had had a lot of practice in the art of undressing himself
-- and his partner, as Mike was about to find out.  Click, snap, zip.  In
no more than five lightning-fast moves, Jake had unbuckled Mike's belt,
unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and fished out his cock from within the
slimy confines of his underwear.  The sexy, young barrister was impressed.

Jake took a break from his hickey-inducing necking to see exactly what he
was dealing with.  He let out a hushed gasp.  "Thongs?!  You wear thongs to
court?"

Mike grinned.  "Why not?  You never know who you'll pick up there."

"Wicked, wicked man," Jake replied with a devilish grin of his own.  He
turned his attention back to the cock that he had reflexively been stroking
for the last thirty seconds.  He'd pulled the pouch of Mike's naughty
undergarment under those big, fuzzy nuts of his.  It made for an impressive
display as it forced those bull nuts up to frame the thick base of Mike's
fuck stick.

Jake dropped to his knees to give it the up-close inspection he'd been
waiting for.  He stared at the mighty cock from a few angles as he
continued to stroke it.  Just watching Jake's hungry, fascinated expression
made Mike's cock drool.  His sticky dick juice leaked all over Jake's hand.
With the steady stroking that Jake was giving him, Mike's cock was soon
coated in its own goo and glistening in the dim light.

"So what do you think?" Mike murmured.

"Niiiiice," Jake replied, licking his lips as he marveled at the beautiful
brown slab of flesh in his grasp.  Mike didn't have a thirteen-inch schlong
like every Black man in the porn industry seemed to have, but it was quite
imposing in its own right - eight inches or so; six inches around, covered
with thick, ropy veins; and a knob that looked like it could do some
damage.

Jake tightened his grip and squeezed out a dollop of precum.  He stuck out
his tongue and licked it away.  The sensation shot straight up Mike's
spine.  His hips lurched forward and the head of his cock popped into
Jake's hot, wet mouth.  He didn't consider himself a five-star cocksucker,
but Jake was no stranger to sucking a bone and didn't shy away from the
intrusion. Instead, he sucked in another three or four inches -- just
enough so that he could feel Mike's cock pressing against his throat.

Mike ran his fingers through Jake's short crop of brown hair.  He moaned as
he felt Jake's tongue sliding up and down the underside of his cock.  He
groaned as he felt the suction increasing more and more with each passing
second.  It felt like Jake was trying to suck his cock off.  Then when Jake
started bobbing up and down on his pole, Mike simply lost it.  He grabbed
the back of Jake's head and forced the rest of his cock into that hungry
mouth and throat.

He completely expected Jake to get pissed and pull off... but he didn't.
The cock-hungry country boy swallowed that fat, juicy, chocolate stick --
ALL of it.  Mike's legs quivered as he felt his dick slide into that man's
tight gullet.  Jake gulped noisily as Mike poured liters of precum down his
feed tube.

"Oh fuck, Jake!!  That's incredible!!"

Jake moaned his agreement, sending vibrations through Mike's cock and all
over his body.  With his hand still on the back of Jake's head, the British
legal eagle started fucking that Texan's throat.  Jake slurped on it to the
best of his abilities, which proved to be better than many that Mike had
experienced.  So good, that he was dangerously close to dropping his creamy
load right down Jake's throat.  Mike had a feeling he would be good for
three or four loads when he was done with Jake, but he wanted to savor the
first one a little longer.  He grabbed a fistful of Jake's hair and yanked
him off of his dick.  Jake looked up at him with a confused expression.
He'd just gotten started.

"Let's change the pace a little," Mike explained as he rushed to get more
comfortable.  In their lust-filled haste, neither one of them had bothered
to get undressed.  Jake was fully clothed and Mike still hand his pants
bunched up around his ankles.  Jake followed suit and stripped out of his
clothes.

They both took a minute to inspect each other's magnificent bodies.  Jake
was even more ripped than Mike had guessed from the hug earlier; and Jake
was not prepared for just how hot Mike really was.  His cock twitched at
the glorious sight of that smooth, ripped cocoa-colored body.  That shit
was TIGHT!!

"I'm gonna have a good time exploring that body," Jake said.

"Funny... I was thinking the same thing."

"Then let the exploring begin."

That was the invitation Mike was waiting for.  In a flash, he was on Jake
like a ravenous animal -- licking, sucking and nibbling on every inch of
exposed flesh his mouth could find. He paid special attention to Jake's
sensitive nipples and especially that fat prick of his.  He gave Jake a
slow, teasing, fifteen-minute blowjob -- suckling the prime slab of Grade A
beef until the Texan's nuts started to swell with cum.  By the time he was
done, Jake was leaning back against the sofa to take the weight off of his
weak, quivering legs.

"That mouth is so fucking hot, Mike!" he groaned, feeding his meat down the
eager counselor's throat.

Mike slid the slimy prick out of his craw with a resonating pop.  "You
ain't seen nothing yet," he replied, grabbing Jake's hips and spinning him
around.  He pushed the rowdy American forward -- pressing his hard, wet
cock into the soft suede and bending him over the back of the sofa.  Jake
shivered in anticipation of what was to come.

Mike got a good handhold on Jake's ass and pulled apart the firm globes of
flesh to expose his creamy, pink anus.  Then Jake felt Mike's hot, slimy
tongue sliding up his crack.  Jake moaned loudly from the incredible
sensation.  Mike repeated the move -- slower than before.  When he reached
that tightly clenched hole, he pushed his tongue into a point and worked it
over the wrinkled ring.  Mike felt the tiny hole open and clench in
response.  He licked it again and got the same response.  This time, as it
relaxed, Mike wormed his tongue inside.

"Uunnnnnhhhhh!!! Oh shit!!" Jake whimpered.  He learned early on in his
sexual career just how good it felt to have his ass eaten.  It got to him
every time and turned him into a quivering mass of jelly.

Mike worked more and more of his tongue into Jake's accepting cumhole, much
to Jake's delight.

"Yeah... get it up in there!!" Jake encouraged.  He didn't stop cheering
Mike on until he felt his goatee and lips pressed into his ass.  "Oh yeah,
Mike... that's it!!"

Mike wiggled his tongue around inside Jake's tiny chute, searching for the
spot that made him holler.  He finally found it -- as evidenced by Jake's
wild thrashing and frantic moaning -- and then proceeded to stab it with
his pointy tongue.  Jake was beside himself.  He pushed back against Mike's
tongue, wanting even more of it inside of him.  Jake was almost ashamed of
how whorish he became when someone ate his ass.  Almost.  Once his spot was
tapped, all shame and inhibitions were eradicated.

"Mm yeah!!  Dig that ass out, Mike!!!"

Mike soon realized that his tongue wasn't going to be enough to satisfy his
bucking bronco -- Jake's pleasure ran deeper than he'd guessed.  He slipped
his tongue out and looked at the sloppy mess he'd left.  He had to admit,
it was one of his better rim jobs.  Jake's man pussy was juicy and ripe for
the taking and Mike's cock throbbed to take it.  First, he tapped the
puckered aperture with his fingertip, just to see how it would respond.  It
winked eagerly at the stimulation, so Mike pushed his fingertip in.  Jake
groaned as his tender ass opened up to Mike's digital assault.

Jake's sphincter gripped that finger like a vise -- it was straight-boy
tight for sure -- but Jake spread his legs apart to invite Mike to continue
stretching his hole.  Soon Mike had a good rhythm going on, sliding his
finger in and out of that snug cavity.  The more he reamed it out with his
finger, the more receptive it became.  So, he slipped him another.

Jake lost it!  He felt the burning, tingling sensation of his rosebud being
spread open by Mike's thick fingers, and just let out a tortured wail.

"Aw fuck, dude!!!  That feels so fucking good!!!  Shit yeah!  Pop my cork,
Mike!! Stretch that shit open!!"

Michael didn't need any encouragement; he was already working his fingers
in and out of that tight pooper vigorously.  He felt it yield to his whims
and watched it grow bright red as he abused it.  Two minutes into it, he'd
had enough.  He HAD to fuck it.

He pulled his fingers out and watched it snap back into shape.  He pulled
Jake's rump apart and spit on the scorching hole within.  That was all the
preparation and warning he gave before he aimed his thick, dark knob at
Jake's unsuspecting asshole and pushed.  They both screamed bloody murder
-- Jake from the sudden and painful incursion, and Mike from the intensely
tight fit and the exquisite spongy resistance.  To Jake, it was like being
ripped open, but he loved it.  Something deep down inside of him liked
being roughed up and abused like that.  He tried not to analyze it, he just
accepted and enjoyed it.  To Mike, it was like shoving his cock in hot
clay.  He hadn't had an ass that tight in years and the owner seemed
willing to let him claim it.

Oh yes, Jake was quite willing, especially when he felt the underside of
Mike's veiny cock sliding over his hot spot.  "Uuuuggggghhhhhhhnnnnn!!!" he
growled to express his approval.  That was all Mike needed to hear to
proceed with the real fucking.  He grabbed hold of Jake's trim waist and
started pounding him into oblivion.

Mike's dick had Jake writhing and moaning like mad.  He'd never felt
anything so incredible before and he was frothing at the mouth as Mike
long-dicked him.

"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Grrrrrrr!!! Oh fffffffuck!!!!" he bellowed.  "Pound my
ass!"

Mike slapped Jake's rock-hard ass, trying to tame his Texas bull, but there
was no containing him.  The best Mike could do was to ride that ass into
submission.  And that's just what he did.  For thirty minutes straight he
rode that ass, and for thirty minutes straight Jake bucked and snorted in
lust from the thorough fucking he was getting.

By then, they were both drenched with sweat and on the brink of exhaustion.
Jake was the first to feel the familiar tingle in his loins.  His body
quivered in Mike's hand as he backed up to get more of that fabulous cock
up his hungry ass.  Mike obliged him by pushing all the way in and wiggling
his hips.  That was the final straw!

With a loud, triumphant howl, Jake blew his load all over the back of
Mike's couch.  He showered the cinnamon colored suede with his hot, thick,
sticky jizz.  Most of it clung to the short nap, but some of it dripped
down and formed little puddles on Mike's hardwood floors.

Ordinarily, this might have distressed Mike a little but, at the moment, he
was too busy getting his rocks off.  Jake's orgasm naturally made his
vise-like cumhole contract and expand rapidly.  The powerful dick massage
was more than the hyped up young attorney could resist and soon he was
filling Jake's bum with his spunk.  Jake groaned as his guts expanded to
accept the oversized load.  He continued to milk Mike's dick until it
stopped twitching and the last spurt of cum erupted from its tip.

Jake slumped over the back of the sofa and Mike collapsed on top of him.
Their sweaty, muscular bodies just melted together like chocolate and
vanilla pudding, and that's how they remained for the next fifteen minutes.
Finally Mike pulled out and invited Jake to take a nice, hot shower... with
him.  Jake accepted, of course.

After a couple of minutes looking at hot water streaming down Mike's tight
body and making his beautiful brown skin glisten, Jake's dick was standing
at attention once again and he was ready to show Mike how they ride steed
in Texas.  Mike was more than willing for a little cultural exchange and
another hour-long fuck session soon ensued.  And another.  And another.

The next morning, Jake called John Paul to tell him the good news about his
trial.

"Well, that's great Jake!  I'm glad you were able to prove your innocence.
I told you Mike was great."

"Yeah... he's incredible... very thorough," Jake replied.  He watched
Mike's head bobbing up and down on his morning wood.  He fought back a moan
as Mike bottomed out on it.  "In fact, we're just about to put the
finishing touches on this case right now."