Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2015 22:05:32 -0800 From: John Black Subject: Library of Alexandria, Chapter 9. Library of Alexandria Chapter 9 When they joined their boss for breakfast, Mr. Asquith said, "And the firestorm begins." He tossed national newspapers to each of the people attending. Ten people quickly scanned the headlines and smiled. "Check the editorial pages," he added. Newspapers rustled as they each found the appropriate page. "Not unexpected," he smiled, "but you could have predicted the usual fringe crazies lambasting the `fabrication of the millennium'," he chortled. "I see no point in addressing any of those people," Dr. Steele bristled. "Clearly, they are unwilling to listen to any kind of reason or logic. To them, the world is only 6,000 years old and they won't discuss anything that contradicts that." "You're right, Dr. Steele," Mr. Asquith replied. "I've already decided they'll be ignored. However, the rest of the world is clamoring for more information and that means a spokesperson will appear at some future date to talk about our discovery. We already have invitations from all of the Sunday morning news programs to name only a few. Additionally, we've already been contacted by several movie production companies and television networks for movie or series rights. Your thoughts about agreeing to any of these? Anyone?" The table was silent for a few seconds. "I think," Michael said, "that you should still be the spokesperson at the Sunday programs. And I'd steer clear of the television networks for a movie. I doubt that they'd have the budget to do justice to this story. As for the movie companies, I'd ask them for their ideas on how they would treat the subject. Ask them to forward an outline of a script and a budget within a month. Then, you can make a selection from that. Their budget will tell you a lot about how serious they are." "When it gets right down to it," John volunteered, "I think you should get something for the screen rights that are based on ticket sales. This could further fund new archeological digs." Mr. Asquith smiled. "I certainly don't need the money for that. I have plenty. However, they shouldn't get it for free. Perhaps, there is some way the money can be used to stamp out ignorance. We can't fix stupidity, but education will work against ignorance. We have a lot of educators on staff. I'll poll them to get their suggestions. John, would you draft up something for me that would accomplish that?" John nodded his agreement and made a note. Education is key, John thought. But, it might be an even better idea to clarify what Mr. Asquith meant. General education is what he thought the boss meant, but he could have been narrowly focused on Atlantis. "I assume that you mean general education to address ignorance, not just ignorance about our discovery," John asked. "Correct," Mr. Asquith agreed. "Get all these educators we have here to make suggestions as to what topics they'd tackle first and how they'd go about it." John added another few words to his note. "So, does anyone want to volunteer for the Sunday news programs?" he smiled. No one took the bait. "Michael's suggestion is sound. They'll be expecting me and not a professor of antiquities to appear on their shows. Michael, please agree to the four news programs for Sunday morning. Try very hard to get them all on the same day. It is up to them to determine who gets me first. But, allowing one of them to scoop the others by moving their new program to an earlier hour is not acceptable." Michael nodded his understanding that Faux News wouldn't be included and made a note of his new task. The order this Sunday was "This Week", "Meet the Press", "Face the Nation", and "State of the Union." But, at the last minute, Mr. Asquith agreed to appear on Faux News and their "News Sunday" program. Michael made it clear to the network that Mr. Asquith wouldn't take crap from anyone. If they had on any persons unwilling to listen to reason, he wouldn't show up. Science deniers would be boycotted. With the dates and times settled, Mr. Asquith suggested another change in their current working situations. "I think the media have cooled their ardor for ambushing our researchers. Therefore, I propose that we allow a few of you to return to your families. A security person will accompany you and will screen anyone who ventures up to your front door. Dr. Steele, please spread the word. Then, provide me with the names of people who have an adequate number of bedrooms in their homes to accommodate a security person? I wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone, but I need to be sure this is a good idea before we know there is no need for security people to accompany our researchers. Michael and John, you are the best known of the staff. I'd like you to volunteer with the first group." The young men looked at each other and nodded. "We'd be pleased to pilot this," John said. "We could start this evening, if you'd like." Mr. Asquith agreed and asked that the head of security select someone to be their protection. At the end of the day, the boys met their security. He was a muscular man, under six feet tall, with broad shoulders, and a pleasant face. They had seen him at the gym on the estate, but hadn't talked to him. He drove them home in one of Mr. Asquith's cars, but not one of the limousines. Mr. Asquith determined that a big car leaving the estate would only attract attention. They asked him to stop at a grocery store near their condominium to stock up on fresh supplies. He accompanied them inside, just in case there was recognition from the customers. As it turned out, the grocery store was a non-event. But, while inside, they asked their security detail what he'd like for dinner. "I'll eat just about anything," he replied with a faint smile. As they worked their way up the produce aisle, Michael leaned over to John and whispered, "I wish he'd eat me." John smirked at the thought and nodded. "I'm not getting any vibes from him, though," Michael added. "I thought I saw some interest earlier, but he's been the consummate professional since then," John replied. "He's certainly our type." At the condo, the security person (Doug) checked the apartment for listening devices. He found nothing. His charges showed Doug to his bedroom. It was closer to the door than their larger master bedroom in the back. However, it was more than adequate for Doug's needs. "I'll be up all night guarding the place from the living room," Doug said. "During the day, I'll sleep here. Security at the estate is very tight, so you won't need me there. Weekends, I'll sleep during the day here, too. Should you need me, just holler. I'm a light sleeper. Don't change any of your routines just because I'm here. Pretend I'm invisible. Do what you always do. And I'll be driving you to and from the estate," he added as an afterthought. "Any questions?" Michael was tempted to ask Doug if he wanted to fuck, but decided to keep their relationship strictly professional. It wasn't easy. He glanced over at John and saw that he had the same thought. After dinner, they watched some television, but found it boring. All the news and talk shows talked about was the Atlantis find. Speculation was rampant and generally incorrect. Michael tossed the television remote to Doug and said, "We're going to bed. Watch what you like or turn it off." Doug caught the remote, reduced the volume, and started flipping through the channels. They left him to it. In their shared bedroom, they talked about their findings and how they thought their boss would do on the Sunday morning news programs. "He's very capable and incredibly smart," John observed. "He'll do well." Michael agreed as he undressed John. John helped Michael out of his clothes as well. They kissed as they crawled into bed. "And I really need to get fucked," John asserted. "Only if you pound a load up my ass, too," Michael countered. "As if that wasn't going to happen," John laughed. "I know how much you love my big, black dick pumping my baby batter deep inside you. You're the best bottom and top I've ever encountered." "And that kind of attitude will get you another free fuck later, too." They made love for the next hour, eating ass, fucking hard and deep, pumping big loads of dick gravy deeply into each other. Michael did get another deep fuck before they got up the next morning. And John got bred in the shower afterwards. After they toweled off, Michael walked into the kitchen and started the coffee. He hadn't bothered to put on clothes as that was the usual way they started their mornings. John would come in after he applied lotion to his skin and Michael had gone back to the bedroom to help John spread lotion on his back. But, this morning, they had forgotten they had a guest, or they were seeing if they could tantalize Doug. It didn't matter, because Doug couldn't take his eyes off Michael's swinging dick as he entered the kitchen. The kitchen was open to the living room. Michael blushed slightly, but then shrugged as if he didn't care. Doug continued to stare as Michael turned toward the refrigerator to get out the milk and orange juice. "Could I pour you a glass of juice while I'm here?" Michael asked over his shoulder. He noticed that Doug's mouth was partially open as if were hypnotized. And the bulge in his pants indicated a clear interest. "Juice?" Michael repeated. Doug started at being asked twice. "Uh, yeah, sure," he stammered. "Thanks." He didn't meet Michael's eyes, but kept staring at Michael's ass. Michael turned and poured three glasses of juice. Again, Doug didn't look away. In fact, he was mesmerized by the drop of cum dangling from Michael's dick. Michael hadn't noticed that John had missed a dribble. "Come and get it," Michael said as he turned and returned the pitcher of orange juice to the refrigerator. As he bent over to put it on the shelf, Doug rose and walked toward the kitchen counter. Michael turned, smiled, and immediately noticed that Doug had a major woodie going. He smiled again and said, "Nice," as he stared directly at Doug's crotch. Not wanting to embarrass Doug, Michael turned and headed for the bedroom. As he got to the master bedroom, he turned slightly and smiled at Doug. His dick had grown and he knew his ass was inviting. He smiled again as he disappeared into the bedroom. Michael rushed up to John and urged, "Take off your clothes and go out into the kitchen. Doug was very interested in my ass and dick when I was pouring orange juice for him." John immediately took off his underwear and socks. He smiled and headed for the kitchen. Michael stroked his dick a couple of times, getting himself rock-hard. With nearly a minute elapsed from the time John left for the kitchen, Michael thought that Doug would have had enough time to check out John's beautiful ass and massive dick. He smiled to himself and headed back to the kitchen. About halfway down the hallway, Michael could see partially into the kitchen. Doug was on his knees. Two steps farther, he saw John bent over with Doug's face deep in John's black ass. Michael smiled. Not only did Doug love to eat black ass, but he evidently loved to felch nutt from the ass he was eating. After a short pause, Michael walked into the kitchen and bent over next to John. Doug opened his eyes and smiled. A moment later, he moved over and stuck his long tongue up Michael's freshly bred ass. "Good ass eater, isn't he?" John smiled at Michael as he kissed him. Michael nodded his agreement. "And a live-in, too." Doug moved back and forth between the two, well-spermed assholes. He was in pig heaven! He hadn't eaten a loaded ass since he fucked his ex-boyfriend eight months ago. Doug wasn't sure that these two men were into getting fucked by anyone else. He wasn't sure how to bring up the subject without making his assignment an uncomfortable situation for all three of them. He rehearsed several lines to ask them, but discarded all of them. They all had the same problem if Michael and John didn't get fucked by other men. "Are you negative, Doug?" John blurted out. Doug nodded, but didn't say anything, not wanting to come on too strong. "Would you like to fuck us bareback, then?" Michael pressed. "Fuck, YEAH!" Doug exploded. The boys laughed. "Who would you like to fuck first?" John asked. "Uh, well, uh, you decided," Doug suggested diplomatically. They looked at each other and shrugged. "I'll go first," Michael volunteered. "Just pull out before you nutt and give John a ride. I'll leave it up to you as who gets your first load." Doug nodded eagerly. He pushed down his pants and entered Michael's tight, Italian ass slowly. John knelt beneath them, alternating between sucking Michael's dick, licking his husband's tight balls, or licking Doug's tightening balls. A drop of cum leaked out of Michael's ass, so John licked that up, too. "Oh, Man, I'm getting far too close," Doug breathed. He pulled out of Michael's ass and moved in behind a repositioned John. "I can take it," John assured Doug. "Michael has a big, Italian dick and he knows how to fuck my hole. Give it to me!" Taking John at his word, Doug pushed quickly up John's hole. "Yeah, like that," John sighed. "Now, pound my hole," he insisted. Doug didn't hold back. He slammed his big dick up John's ass and withdrew quickly, speeding up with each thrust. "I've never fucked a hot, black ass before, but I sure should have. This is HOT!" he bellowed. It wasn't punctuation on his zeal, but the first volley of his load spraying in to John's welcoming ass chute. "Fuckin' HOT HOLE!" he repeated. When Doug finally calmed down, he pulled slowly out of John's ass. Michael was right there to clean off Doug's dick. Doug bent down and slurped at John's freshly seeded ass. They worked on each other for several minutes before they all stood. "Well, we know you like to fuck," Michael smirked, "but do you like to get fucked." "Uh, well, it has happened, but never with monster dicks like you guys have," Doug replied warily. "We can train you," John offered. "And we'd never do anything that hurt you or made you otherwise uncomfortable." Michael nodded encouragingly. "Uh, maybe later," Doug offered. "Sure, whenever you're ready," Michael agreed. "Besides, I need a shower and some sleep," Doug added. He paused and looked at both of them standing in front of him. He reached out with both hands and stroked both big dicks. "I'd love to try both, but I just don't know if I can handle you up my tight ass." "No rush," John assured him. Doug headed for his bedroom and a shower. "But, I sure hope he decides soon," Michael whispered. "I'd love to get into his hot, muscle ass. I'll bet it tastes really good with cum in it." "I hope so, too," John agreed. "That is, tastes good with MY cum in it." "Either way, it'll be epic." They finished their breakfast while Doug showered. After dressing, they met Doug in the living room. "Are you gentlemen ready to go to the estate?" Doug smiled at their crotches. "We are," John answered. "Get some sleep, Doug," he added. "You'll need it for this evening," Michael leered. "In your dreams," Doug laughed. John and Michael spent most of the day in the conference room with Mr. Asquith and Drs. Steele and Fraser. They went over several questions that would probably be asked and appropriate answers for them. They spent an inordinate amount of time dealing the probable science denier that Faux News was sure to have on the panel with Mr. Asquith, despite the network's assurances that such a person wouldn't be there. Doug was waiting for them when they left the conference room. "A good day?" he asked as they headed for the non-descript car. "Good enough, I guess," John sighed. "We spent the whole day in the conference room, practicing for the Sunday news programs." "You think he's ready?" Doug wondered. "He was ready before we started coaching him today," Michael assured him. "The man is brilliant!" "Do you need to stop anywhere on the way home?" Doug asked. "Nah, we're good," John answered. "I was thinking of some comfort food tonight. Generally on Friday night, we have something fattening and decadent," Michael revealed. "How does gooey mac and cheese sound with some cut-up, seasoned chicken breast in it?" "Works for me," Doug answered, assuming that Michael had already talked the menu over with John. "Should we invite Colin?" Michael asked. "You know how much he loves your mac and cheese." "Who is Colin?" Doug wondered. "Is he safe? Do you trust him?" "We've known him since we moved in here right after we met three years ago," John answered. "I think you'll like him. He's a professional rugby player with an amazing body. And a really nice guy." "If we tell him that Atlantis is not a topic of conversation this evening, he'll avoid it," Michael assured him. "You have nothing to worry about with him." "Well, if I were you, Doug, I'd be far more worried about his moves to get you into bed. He's between husbands right now," John laughed. "But, you'll love him. Just tell him no, if you aren't interested. He'll respect that." Michael made the phone call. The dinner invitation was instantly accepted. Colin offered to bring something to go with dinner, but Michael told him to bring wine and himself. "See ya in ten minutes," Colin laughed as he hung up. John started the dinner with Michael assisting with the salad. When the doorbell rang ten minutes later, Doug answered the door. "Uh, hi," Colin smiled. "Are you dinner or a dinner guest?" "I'm Doug," the security man replied, clearly entranced by the beautiful man standing before him. "And are you Colin?" Colin nodded and handed Doug the bottle of wine he'd brought. "Michael and John are in the kitchen. Come on in." The boys greeted their guest and made introductions. After Doug revealed his duties, Colin was duly impressed. "How did you get started in that kinda business?" Colin asked. "I started out as a cop, went through the Police Academy after college, but it just wasn't for me. I knew I was going to meet a lot of scum as a policeman, but it got to be too much," Doug answered with a sigh. "It was a revolving door from arrest, through the judicial system, and back out on the streets doing the same thing they were arrested for in the first place. Prevention was not funded, so the courts had to release more and more convicted felons because there was no more jail space. It was depressing." "So, how long have you been in private security, then?" "I started with a company that provides security for events and dignitaries, but it didn't pay well and the work was spotty. Then, I heard from a friend that Mr. Asquith was in need of men like me, so I applied and got the job. However, I don't know how long it will last. All this craziness about Atlantis can't last forever," Colin observed. "The fringe groups will never let it go, but the rest of the world will embrace it," Colin assured him. "However, that doesn't make your continued employment any more of a sure thing." "Mr. Asquith has a lot of properties around the world and he needs personal protection when he goes out, so he will always need security people," Doug allowed. "But, he does have a large security staff now. However, that can't last forever." "It isn't a matter of money," John interrupted. "He has boatloads of it. His need for security is a matter between him and his head of security. If you want to know what they're thinking, just ask your boss. I'm sure he'll tell you what he knows and what Mr. Asquith expects." "You might even suggest to your boss that you'd like to be on Mr. Asquith's personal detail. That group of jobs will always be needed," Michael said. "Besides, it will give you a chance to travel a lot and see the world on his dime." "I like that idea. I'll take it up with my boss the next chance I get," Doug smiled. "Meanwhile, I'm here 24/7." "Don't you get any time off?" Colin wondered. "Truthfully, I'm really on duty only when they're home," he said indicating Michael and John. "Otherwise, I sleep during the day when they're gone. I'm also their chauffeur to and from the estate. Where ever they go, I go." "Ready for some wine?" John asked. Everyone nodded. "Mac and cheese is in the oven, the salad is ready, and so we might as well relax and enjoy the wine you brought." They talked about everything and nothing, but Atlantis never came up. However, Michael and John did notice that Colin kept bringing the conversation back to Doug and his background and life to date. Doug beamed each time Colin wanted to know more about him. Clearly, they were smitten with each other and would have probably fucked right there in the living room if their hosts had been in the other room. Eventually, Doug turned the tables on Colin and asked all kinds of questions about playing on international rugby teams and his past relationships. Colin loved talking about rugby with anyone who would listen and Doug was very interested in the game. He'd never played it, but he did enjoy watching it when he had the chance. He acknowledged that he thought the men who played rugby were the hottest men on the planet. "They do have amazing bodies," Colin admitted, "but, some can be real assholes off the field. I found that out when I had relationships with two of them. I've sure learned my lesson from those experiences." "Are there a lot of gay men in rugby?" John asked, never having asked that question of Colin before. "On the international teams, I'd say there are quite a few, especially the foreign ones. They don't have the hang-ups that we do about sexuality. There is the language barrier, of course, but that's never stopped a fun time off the field for a few hours," Colin grinned. "You can always make yourself understood where sex is involved." "I'm sure you only have to smile at them and they melt," Doug suggested, nearly in a swoon as he looked at the big, blonde seated next to him. "I've had some success," Colin allowed as he flashed a dazzling smile at Doug. Michael and John knew that look. It had successfully gotten them into bed with him several times. Colin was versatile, but preferred to bottom for big dicks. With the boys, it was always bareback. But, with outsiders, he always insisted on protection. The kitchen timer sounded. They broke off their conversation as John and Michael brought dinner to the table. "Be careful," John said. "This dish is very hot and so are the contents." Another bottle of wine was opened for dinner. Conversation ranged far and wide, with most of it coming from Colin and Doug. But, by the end of the evening, Doug had to tell Colin that as much he wanted to get to know Colin better, he had his assignment and didn't have the time presently to pursue something more with the big, rugby player. "This security assignment won't last forever," Doug observed. "If you're still interested then, we'll have to talk about getting to know more about each other." "I can wait," Colin smiled. "I'm sure you're worth it." "A couple of former lovers might not agree," Doug cautioned. "What was their problem?" "Oh, the usual shit," Doug sighed. "They were fucking around when we'd agreed to be exclusive. I really thought I had one guy forever, but his cop ass was frequently pounded at the station by men I thought were straight. If the guy had a big dick, he was on it." "That bites," Colin sympathized. They ended the evening with kisses and hugs. Michael and John cleaned up the kitchen and started the dishwasher. They bid Doug good night and went to bed. Doug assumed his position near the front door and turned on the television, making sure the volume was set very low. "You think Colin and Doug will get it on?" Michael asked. "Is the Pope Catholic?" John laughed. They crawled into bed. Instead of fucking, they decided that a mutual blowjob was called for this evening. Minutes later, they were drained, satisfied, and asleep. John awoke the next morning at his usual time of 6:30, and his usual hard dick. He glanced over at Michael. He smiled. Michael was on his stomach in a perfect position to get fucked. John rolled over toward his husband and kissed the round, Italian ass that he loved so much. With a dollop of lube, he applied enough to ease his entry into Michael's sweet ass. He pressed his throbbing, dark dick between Michael's ass cheeks and pushed gently. Michael moaned with pleasure and raised his ass off the bed to meet the descending black dick. When John's monster dick was properly seated, Michael turned his head slightly. "You have all morning to breed me," Michael sighed. "I love weekends." Michael wiggled his ass and met each thrust into his hole. John kissed his husband's neck and left ear. "And you can do that all day, too." "You're so easy," John whispered. "That's one of the many things I love about you." Despite the time they had available, John's need to breed overwhelmed his slow, cautious thrusts. Michael wasn't working John's dick with his ass muscles, but it didn't matter. John plowed deeply, as his dick erupted another welcome load into his husband. He tried to keep his voice down as he climaxed, but it was pointless. He couldn't avoid voicing the pleasure that Michael's deep butt was giving him. "Fuck! What a hot ass!" he nearly shouted. As his climax receded, John pulled out and flopped on to the bed on his back next to Michael. "Pull those legs into your chest, Jay," Michael directed. "You need a good breeding, too." John smiled and complied. "Hand me the lube, will ya?" Michael asked. Again, John complied. Michael applied the lube and easily slid into his favorite black ass. "Use me, Mike. I really need a deep, hard fuck," John begged. "But, take your time. I want you to work up a huge load for my ass." Michael thrust slowly in and out of the black butt he was pumping. Twice in the first minute, he had to slow his pace or he'd have flooded John too soon. "I think this should be a three-way," said a voice from the doorway. Michael looked over his shoulder and smiled. Before he could say anything, John beckoned Doug into the bedroom. "Pound his hole and then breed him," John leered. "I got your load yesterday. Michael needs a turn." Michael pushed his dick as deeply as it would go. John's legs rested on Michael's shoulders, spreading John's ass. Holding steady, Michael bent over slightly. Doug moved in behind them and pushed his stiff dick up Michael's well-seeded ass tunnel. "Oh, yeah. Just as good as I remember it," Doug sighed. Doug began fucking the hot, Italian butt beneath him. The motion of getting his butt slammed, forced Michael's dick to bounce deeply into John. When Doug withdrew, Michael pulled back slightly. The repeated the pleasurable fucking motions for only a minute. Michael had been very close to his climax when Doug plugged in. Getting his prostate savagely massaged completed a circuit that he couldn't break. With a strangled cry of joy, Michael jetted creamy sperm into his husband's hungry ass. The gripping action of Michael's ass on Doug's pistoning dick sent him over the climax cliff, too. Both men shouted out their pleasure as they unloaded their full nuts into the man beneath them. A good time was had by all who came. And that was everyone. This story is fantasy. Your life isn't. Always play safe. This story appears on www.nifty.org. It costs some serious money to buy the servers and the electricity to run them. Please be generous in your contributions.