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They shopped around and finally selected a pretty large and reputable firm to help them with the logistics of finding adequate office space and relocating their happy little workers. In a surprising leap of faith, John Paul decided to let Jake handle this endeavor while he tended to other business matters. He knew the consultants would be doing most of the work – all Jake would have to do is sign some papers and make some minor executive decisions. Not even his well-meaning but often-irresponsible partner could fuck that up.

Jake was excited that John Paul had given him such an important responsibility. Although he didn’t mind getting paid big bucks for little work, he sometimes felt useless. More importantly, he felt like JP didn’t trust him – which, by the way, he didn’t. Of all the people in the world, John Paul’s opinion was the only one that really mattered to Jake and it pained him to think his best friend and business partner didn’t trust him. He figured that if these office consolidations went off without a hitch, his buddy would have some newfound respect for him. So, Jake worked tirelessly on the project – setting up regular meetings with the consultants and taking an active role in the decision-making process.

Nathan was the lead consultant on the project. For most of the undertaking, Nathan handled most of the planning from his office in Melbourne, but he was always on-site for the actual relocations. Jake and Nathan had an excellent working relationship and developed a pretty close personal relationship as well. Like Jake, Nathan was a manly man who liked to have a good time. He liked to talk raunchy, get drunk, party a lot, and fuck whenever he got the chance. The only difference: Nathan liked to fuck men... and ONLY men! He was unapologetically gay and made little effort to hide it. That was cool with Jake, naturally, and he jokingly called Nathan his homo-twin.

Nathan was a handsome guy. He had the stereotypical, rugged good looks of an Australian man, amplified by only the faintest signs of aging on his nicely weathered face. The short, buzz-cut crop of red hair and the matching moustache and goatee only added to his manly charm. It was enough to catch Jake’s attention.

“It’s a good thing John Paul isn’t here,” Jake commented jokingly. “He has a thing for rugged studs like you.”

“Is that right?” Nathan replied, winking at his client.

Jake blushed. “Oh God! Did I just call him a stud?” he thought to himself.

Nathan noticed Jake’s embarrassment and punched him on the shoulder to lighten the mood. That was the last exchange of its kind for the remainder of the project – Jake made absolutely sure of that.

A few months later, Duets Publishing moved the last of their L.A. employees to their new home. It was the last and most difficult move but, like the rest, it was a successful one. John Paul was ecstatic - he had nothing but praise for his friend and partner.

“Good job, Jake!! I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d put so much time and effort into this, but I’m glad you did. And it was a success!! You keep this up and I might actually expect you to do stuff.”

“Whoa now! Let’s not get carried away. I just wanted to prove I could do it – I have no intention of putting in an honest day’s work ALL the time!”

They both shared a good laugh. “Besides,” Jake added, “Nathan did all the really hard work. He may joke around a lot, but he’s a fucking dictator when it comes to this moving shit.”

“Well make sure to give him my regards. Sorry I couldn’t be there myself, but I knew you were handling things.”

“Thanks Paulie!”

“Sure thing. Talk to ya later!”

“Bye.”

Nathan walked into the office just as Jake was hanging up with John Paul. He couldn’t help but notice the big smile on the Texan’s face. “Now, that’s the look of a satisfied customer!”

“You have no idea, Nathan. I just got off the phone with John Paul and he’s really happy with the moves. He wanted me to thank you for your hard work and dedication, and I want to thank you for helping me look good in my partner’s eyes.”

“He’s very welcome, but... I had nothing to do with making you look good. You do alright with that on your own.”

Jake laughed nervously. “Well, I’d like to take you out to dinner as a gesture of my appreciation if that’d be alright.”

Nathan flashed a broad smile. “Yeah, that’d be alright. Maybe we could hit a few bars afterwards. My flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow afternoon, so I was thinking we could paint the town red... get shit-faced... whattya say?”

“I say, shit yeah!! Let’s do this!”

So they did. They opted to skip the dinner, however, as the food would prevent them from drinking as much as they could on empty stomachs. They visited a few bars and clubs; some gay, some not--it didn’t matter as long as the music was loud and the alcohol was free flowing. By end of the night – somewhere around 3:00 the next morning actually – they stumbled out of their cab and into the hotel where they were both staying. They stood in the hotel lobby and waited for the elevators – actually, they were leaning, but you get the point. They laughed and giggled about some of the shit they’d seen and done during their 9-hour fiesta, but soon the laughing stopped. Nathan stared into Jake’s chocolate-brown eyes and sighed.

“You can come up to my room, if you want,” Nathan offered.

It seemed like a simple and innocent offer, but Jake understood its implications. Not long after they’d met, Nathan had joked about how cool it was to work with the star of many of his masturbatory dreams. Jake knew that it could only mean he’d read John Paul’s book, or at least the chapters with him in it. He couldn’t count how many times he’d been propositioned by guys based solely on the exploits in that book. And now, Jake was pretty sure that Nathan was offering more than a few beers and friendly conversation back in his room. Ordinarily, Jake would have considered the offer. He had to admit; Nathan was one sexy fellow – not just his looks, but his whole attitude. Now he understood why so many people lusted over him. But, as sexy as Nathan was, something just didn’t click. He didn’t want to have sex with him. Maybe he wasn’t drunk enough or horny enough. Whatever the reason, he just wasn’t up for it.

“Nah, I think I’m going to mosey on up to my room and catch some shut eye before I drag my sorry ass into work.”

“Yeah... I understand.” Nathan tried to hide his disappointment but, in his drunken state, his emotions were clearly drawn across his face. Luckily for him, Jake was also drunk and didn’t notice. “I probably won’t see you again before I leave. I just wanted to say it’s been a blast working with you. You’ve been my favorite client by far, Mr. Jacoby.”

“Heeey, don’t make it sound like a fucking funeral. It’s a small world; I’m sure we’ll bump into each other again.” Jake belched. “And if you call me Mr. Jacoby again I’ll... I’ll... well just don’t call me Mr. Jacoby again.”

They laughed and stumbled into the elevator. The door opened on the seventh floor to let Nathan out. They said their farewells and went their separate ways.

That night, and every night after that for the next few weeks, Jake regretted not going with Nathan to his room. The more he thought about it, the more Jake began to realize that he may have been afraid to start something sexual with Nathan. They’d bonded quite a bit in their time together and he really liked Nathan – a lot. More than he’d ever liked any other man, except John Paul. But, his relationship with Nathan had neither the history nor the depth of the one he shared with John Paul, and Jake wasn’t sure he could reconcile his feelings for Nathan as easily if they’d fucked. Despite all of his reasons for not sleeping with Nathan, however, he couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities.

During those weeks of doubt and regret, Jake and Nathan talked to each other a couple of times on the phone or through email. At first, the conversations were mostly business-related. As time went on, their dialogue became more personal until, eventually, they were calling each other or sending emails daily – just to say hello.

One November morning, Jake called his new buddy at home to see what he was up to. “What’s up, Nate? I called you last night, but you didn’t pick up. Who were ya shaggin?”

“Eh, some little club kid I’d met earlier that night. He was eighteen and a virgin... said he liked older, more experienced guys. I showed him experience, alright!”

“You dog!!”

“Yeah, you know me. So who’s been tenting your shorts lately?”

“Besides you? No one,” he joked. “Seriously though, the old mattress hasn’t been squeaking much since you left. I think I’m getting bored with the choices on the menu, ya know?”

“I hear ya! You should bring your ass down here and sample some of the tasty treats Australia has to offer. I have a holiday coming up next week... I’d be happy to show you around beautiful Melbourne.”

“Hmm, ya know...that’s not such a bad idea. You sure you don’t mind me taking up some of your vacation?”

“Nah, I didn’t have anything planned... it’d be nice to have some company.”

“Alright then...consider me there.”

That was Saturday. By late Monday afternoon, Jake was getting off the plane in Melbourne. Nathan greeted his American buddy at the terminal with a warm smile and hug. He gave Jake a once over and frowned.

“I think you’re going to be uncomfortable in that sweater,” he commented. “It’s pretty warm outside.”

Jake gave him a confused look at first then slapped his forehead in grief. “It’s summer here! I always forget about the season change!! Well it looks like I’ll need to do some shopping.”

Nathan laughed at Jake’s predicament. “Well, unless you really have your heart set on shopping, I think I have some clothes that will fit you.” Nathan reached out and gave Jake’s shoulders, chest and waist a good feel. “You’re a little thick in the chest, but I’m sure I can find something.”

Nathan had finished his assessment of Jake’s physique, but he was slow in removing his hands from the Texan’s slim waist. He probably would have kept them there if not for Jake’s look of extreme discomfort. So, he withdrew them from Jake’s hard body and cleared his throat.

“That’d be cool,” Jake said to break the tension. “I really hate shopping.”

“Okay then... let’s get you home before you melt.”

The 25-minute drive to Nathan’s house was a bit awkward at first – filled with meaningless small talk. It wasn’t long, however, before they’d both forgotten about the groping incident in the airport and were back to their normal, wisecracking selves.

When they got to the house, Nathan showed Jake to one of the guest rooms and excused himself so he could find something for Jake to wear. Nathan came back a few minutes later with a small stack of clothes.

“Nothing fancy,” he said, handing the clothes to Jake, “but at least you’ll be more comfortable.”

“Yeah, well how fancy do I need to be in a bar?”

“True,” Nathan replied with a laugh.

Jake stripped out of his sweater and was getting ready to take his pants off. Nathan turned to leave.

“Where ya going?” Jake asked.

“Oh, I was just going to give you some privacy,” Nathan responded.

“It’s cool... you can stay. I’ve changed in front of other guys before and I’m sure you’ve seen a man in his underwear.”

The truth was that Jake wanted Nathan to stay. He wanted him to see him almost naked. He hoped his attempt at demystifying his undressing would convince Nathan to stay. It did. Nathan took a seat on the edge of the bed as Jake continued to undress. Jake made sure to take his time.

Nathan was amazed at how built Jake was, and sickened by the fact that Jake did little to no exercise to get such a nice body. Nathan felt some movement in his khakis when he saw the stuffed pouch of Jake’s boxer briefs. He’d pictured the rowdy American as more of a boxer’s man, but was pleasantly surprised when he saw the tight black underwear hugging the tight curves of Jake’s rump and crotch.

Jake felt Nathan’s eyes on him. Nathan made no effort to hide the fact that he was staring at him. Jake usually got a lot of attention for his looks – he was used to it – but there was something about the intensity with which Nathan gazed at him that got to him... turned him on. If he’d had any doubts about wanting to be with Nathan before, he didn’t have them anymore. It was pretty apparent that Nathan wanted to be with him too, but he had to make sure he wasn’t getting his signals confused. Bare-chested and wearing only those skintight boxer briefs, he turned to Nathan and asked, “On that last night in L.A., when you invited me up to your hotel room, what were you inviting me up for?”

Nathan was a little taken aback by Jake’s sudden inquiry. He’d almost forgotten about that embarrassing moment in the hotel lobby. He’d hoped Jake had forgotten about it too, but obviously he hadn’t.

“I think you know what I was inviting you up for. I was drunk... I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“So you were only attracted to me because you were drunk?”

“No. What I’m saying is that the only reason I propositioned you is because I was drunk. I’ve always thought you were attractive...I still do.”

“Oh.” Jake thought about it for a minute. “Do you still want to... be with me?”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t, but... I don’t want you to think I’m trying to get in your pants or anything. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable around me.”

“No. It’s cool, Nathan. I don’t mind. In fact, I kinda like it.” Jake emphasized his statement with a conspicuous tug on his crotch.

The gesture was enough to draw Nathan’s attention to the growing bulge, stretching out the stretchy cotton material. The more attention Nathan gave his package, the more excited Jake got, until he had a hefty lump in his hand and a pretty good supply of precum soaking the front of his Fruit of the Loom’s.

Finally, Jake couldn’t take it anymore and slipped his underwear down to free his angry, throbbing beast. Three weeks without sex had taken its toll out on the typically oversexed pussy wrangler. He was horny as hell and Nathan seemed to be a worthy recipient of his pent-up sexual energy. He walked to the side of the bed where Nathan was sitting and waved his fat pecker in the Aussie’s face.

“How good are you at sucking cock?”

“Never had any complaints, but I’ll let you decide for yourself.”

No sooner had he said it than he had his lips wrapped around Jake’s fleshy knob. The all-American gigolo let out a stunted gasp. He hadn’t had a good blowjob in a while and just the simple act of Nathan gently suckling on the tip of his cock was enough to send Jake into convulsions. Nathan sucked the head greedily and swabbed it with his slippery tongue. If this was the appetizer, Jake could only imagine how good the main course was going to be.

After about a minute of sucking Jake’s juice straight from the tip, he started swallowing the rest of Jake’s meat. He slowly swallowed the seven-inch staff into his mouth until it crammed into the back of his throat. By then, he had all but an inch or so wrapped up in the hot, wet confines of his mouth. Jake gripped the back of Nathan’s head and started fucking his spit-filled cavity. Nathan slurped on Jake’s rod with ardor– getting it good and wet – while he slowly started to undress.

Jake looked on as the redhead revealed his sexy body to him – one section at a time--first his chest, which was decorated by a pair of luscious pink nipples. They were the size of erasers – bigger than any nipples Jake had ever seen on the chicks he’d fucked. Nathan was fit and nicely toned, although not nearly as athletic in structure as Jake. A thin coat of fiery red hair spread across his broad chest and formed a trail down his flat stomach into the waistband of his pants.

Jake reached down to tweak his buddy’s enormous tits. They swelled between his fingertips and caused Nathan to moan and suck on the cock in his mouth a little harder – much to Jake’s surprise and delight. Nathan grabbed Jake’s hips and spun him around onto the bed. Positioning himself between the Texan’s outstretched legs, he attacked the juicy American cock once more, sucking it greedily. Jake growled and thrust his hips upwards, feeding Nathan more and more of his dick. He was fucking Nathan’s mouth so fast that the horny Aussie struggled to contain it. Spit dripped down Jake’s shaft, over his balls and into the crack of his hairy ass.

Nathan did his best to mop it up with his hand, but he was salivating way too much. So, instead of letting all that spit go to waste, he decided to use it to his own ends. Pushing a finger between Jake’s wet cheeks, Nathan searched for the married man’s hidden entrance. He found the wrinkled, underused pucker and tickled it with his finger, hoping that Jake would respond positively. He did. He lifted his hips off the mattress and pushed down on Nathan’s finger. It slid in with surprising ease.

“Oh God yeah!!! That’s feels so fucking good!!”

Jake’s hips raised and lowered as he simultaneously fucked Nathan’s hungry mouth and fucked himself on Nathan’s thick, manly finger. He wasn’t quite sure which one felt better, so it was a good thing he was getting both. By now, Nathan’s invading digit had packed quite a bit of spit into Jake’s rectum. It was opening up nicely and was getting more slippery by the second. Nathan boldly introduced a second finger into the snug cavity. It was enough to make Jake’s body go into wild spasms.

“Uuunnnnhhhh!!!” he moaned as he felt his anus being expanded. He gritted his teeth and endured the burning sensation, knowing that it would soon give way to something far more pleasurable. It wasn’t long before he felt that something – that spine-tingling jolt of electricity that came when the tip of Nathan’s fingers tapped against his deeply recessed prostate. Jake wiggled his hips, massaging his own love button with his new fuck buddy’s fingers.

Jake was so into having his ass played with that he hadn’t noticed Nathan wasn’t sucking his cock anymore. All he cared about was getting this Aussie to jab his hole harder and deeper – a request that Nathan was more than willing to oblige. The louder Jake whined, the harder he finger-fucked him, until his fist was slapping loudly against the longhorn’s firm ass. The way that ass hugged those fingers was a nasty sight to behold – one that Nathan hadn’t taken his eyes off of for a single second.

Jake’s ass looked good enough to eat, so he did. Nathan pushed Jake’s legs in the air, buried his face into that tasty crack and licked at his swollen, juicy hole. He spread that ripe rectum open with his fingers for his tongue to dig into. Jake squealed when he felt the soft scratch of Nathan’s moustache and goatee against his skin and then the warm, squishy sensation of Nathan’s tongue sliding up his mancunt. It was enough to make a grown man cry. In fact, Jake shed a few tears in the five minutes that Nathan spent noisily chowing down on his ass – all the while, keeping his fingers buried even deeper within. Just when Jake was about to explode, Nathan suddenly stopped his voracious feasting, pulled his fingers out, and looked up at Jake.

“You want the real thing, mate?” he asked him in his sexy Australian brogue.

Jake looked down at Nathan and snarled. He hadn’t let anyone fuck him since John Paul and he wasn’t too keen on the idea now. It was his intention to slip Nathan the bone and show him how American boys fuck, but there was something about the hunger and lust in Nathan’s sexy green eyes that Jake couldn’t resist... couldn’t say no to. “Show me what you got,” he growled.

Nathan sneered and rolled over on his back to take off his pants. Jake looked on nervously as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Underneath, Nathan was wearing a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. They were soaked with precum and had a prominent tent. Jake gulped at the size of it, and as Nathan slid the underwear off his hips, Jake’s worst fear came to sight. Jutting up from a nest of neatly trimmed auburn pubes was one of the biggest cocks he’d laid eyes on. It was easily eight inches long – probably closer to nine – and was pretty fucking stout too. He had a feeling the pale, blood engorged monster standing before him wasn’t going to just slip in effortlessly.

“Having second thoughts?” Nathan teased as he fluffed up his already hefty cock with a few quick strokes.

Being a man, Jake’s pride wouldn’t allow him to show fear even when facing the prospect of having his ass ripped wide open. “Not at all,” he replied boldly while fingering the rim of his ass. Besides, he was too fucking horny to turn back now and his ass was itching to be filled.

Jake’s lusty stare made Nathan’s cock twitch. He grinned wickedly before dropping a gob of spit on his fat cock head. He spread it over the obscenely enlarged mushroom-shaped tip then positioned his hips between Jake’s thighs. Jake instinctively hoisted his legs in the air, exposing his ass to the oncoming assault. He was as ready as he’d ever be.

A few seconds later, Jake felt the incredible pressure of Nathan’s knob knocking on his back door. He bit his lower lip and pushed back on the invader. They both grunted as they struggled to get it in and, after a few more cooperative efforts, it popped past the tight ring of muscles guarding Jake’s tender insides.

“UUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”

It felt like he was being ripped apart. Nathan gave his buddy a minute to adjust before he continued his forward momentum into the hot, soft, wet embrace of Jake’s rectum. Jake felt every bump, every dimple, and every vein on Nathan’s oversized tool push past his sensitive anus. It hurt – a lot actually – but it also felt incredible, especially as the fat fucker rubbed over his pulsing prostate.

Soon, Jake had the whole thing – all fucking nine inches – crammed up his tight, straight-boy ass. As he got used to the overstuffed feeling, he began wiggling his hips from side to side.

“Oh yeah,” Nathan mumbled. “There’s nothing finer than a nice, tight piece of American ass, especially one connected to a hot stud like you.”

Jake moaned and ground his hips into Nathan a little harder to show him how much he appreciated the sweet dirty-talk. Nathan rested there for a few minutes, fully wedged inside of Jake, and then started rocking his hips back and forth. After a few grunts of effort, Nathan started giving it to Jake like he really wanted to give it to him. He was slipping Jake the deep shaft – leaning forward against the back of Jake’s legs and pounding down into his willing receptacle. Jake growled with each powerful thrust – the pain he had experienced in the beginning was long gone and had been replaced by the fabulous burning, tingling sensation deep in the pit of his stomach.

He loved that feeling! It was the one thing that kept that straight, married man coming back for more dick. Sometimes, after he’d fucked some chick in the back of a club, he’d ask her to finger him until he came. If they didn’t run away in repulsion, they did a half-assed job. No, if he wanted his ass poked right, he had to come to a man to do it. And Nathan was poking it right!

A thin film of sweat formed on their bodies. Nathan was working hard to plow through Jake’s tightness and Jake was working hard not to cum immediately. His cock had been hard from the beginning and was now dripping a steady stream of crystal clear precum on his stomach. He looked down at the mess he was making, and then down at Nathan’s shiny cock sawing in and out of his raw hole. The sound of that thick slab of flesh sloshing around inside his slimy guts was so fucking nasty. Jake closed his eyes, leaned his head back and just listened to lewd noise. He willed himself not to cum, just so he could savor the feeling of being fucked by such a rugged man.

Nathan hadn’t had ass like this in years. He liked to frequent clubs and baths and hooked up as often as he could. The usual fare consisted of club boys and old hags who’d been around the block more than a few times--but not Jake. His ass was virtually untouched. Nathan wasn’t foolish enough to think he was the first one to tame the rowdy man, but whoever had him before sure didn’t get him out of shape. Jake was tighter than the few virgins Nathan had had the pleasure of getting at and a whole hell of a lot more aggressive.

It got to a point where Jake was thrusting his hips up just as hard as Nathan was pounding into him – if not harder. Nathan had a hard time staying on board.

“Whoa fella!!” he said, grabbing onto Jake’s hips, but the powerful USDA stud could not be contained and he continued to give Nathan the ride of his life.

It wasn’t long before Nathan felt the grumbling in his tummy that announced his impending orgasm. He couldn’t believe he was about to cum already. He slowed his pace, driving into Jake with long, deep, torturous thrusts.

Jake whimpered – something he’d never done before. It was just that good! He was close too. He bucked and wiggled his hips savagely, trying to get more and more of Nathan’s huge dick up his hungry ass. He clamped down on it to increase the friction on his overactive g-spot.

Nathan pushed into him three – maybe four – more times then really pushed in deep. He released his seed deep inside Jake’s abused rectum. There was so much cum, one would think he hadn’t cum in weeks when, in fact, he’d just bred some little club slut the night before. But not like he was breeding Jake.

Cum poured out of Jake’s quivering ass. The feeling of Nathan pumping him with sperm was enough to set Jake into his own orbit. The pool of precum in his navel was soon joined by a virtual ocean of his own hot, creamy, sticky man juice – overfilling it and spilling down the sides of his body. His cock twitched and jumped excitedly against his stomach and pumped out liters of exquisitely sweet spunk.

Nathan gave his friend a couple more jabs – coercing a few barbaric grunts out of Jake – and then collapsed on top of him. Jake’s steamy load glued them together and Nathan wouldn’t have had it any other way.

They woke up a couple of hours later in much the same position that they had fallen asleep. Nathan’s cock had softened but was still trapped inside Jake’s slimy, cum-filled ass.

“Not too shabby for a straight boy,” Nathan quipped. “What other tricks do you know?”

Jake smirked and gave Nathan’s ass a good squeeze. “Why don’t you bend over and let me show you.”

Nathan grinned. His cock twitched to life inside of Jake. He eagerly got on his hands and knees in front of Jake and offered his willing ass to him. Jake didn’t waste any time taking advantage of his host’s hospitality. He jumped on and rode Nathan’s ass for what seemed like an hour, until both of them delivered another messy batch of spunk in and on each other.

Jake stayed in Australia the entire week. He and Nathan eventually made it out of the house to take in some of the sights and sounds of Melbourne. But every night, after a rowdy evening of drinking, they’d return to the Nathan’s house and fuck for hours. Jake never got to sample the goodies that Australia had to offer... at least not of the female kind. But he did leave with a smile on his face and a new hitch in his step.