"I'm not crying... I'mjust leaking..." And Michelle can be called Frog," I continued, earning a glare fromher. "What? I mean, you've got green skin...and you jump..." How about I make you jump?" Michelle told me with a glare.Paul jumped in at that perhaps to help distract Michelle and Becky fromglaring at me. "Jack can be called Ugly..." You want me to pound your face in?" Jack demanded of him."Making pounding jokes with the gay guy," I teased Jack weakly. "Kindof makes you wonder..." Fuck. Power over the straight boy turned gay who he had lusted over for years.Nick enjoyed being pushed and pulled around. He wanted to be used by these two men. The stretching allowed Nick to open his mouth wider and suddenly he felt both cocks intruding his mouth at the same time.It felt great to him, to feel so full. Now he knew what the girls must feel like in the movies he had seen.The two men continued thrusting and Nick continued sucking.Eventually the two men started heating up and knew. Nicely trimmed black hair, deep dark mocha skin, a shaft as thick as a can of Red Bull that dangled almost as long as a flashlight. "Shit Russell, who knew you were packing all of that," I muttered tomyself. The next day I was nervous while waiting for Russell in the conferenceroom, my face obscured behind my laptop screen. I knew he would bring up the photo I sent him but he didn't say a word about it. We went right to work on the Graham account. It was late in the evening when we were finally. I could tell he was still mesmorized from the sight earlier, as he kept glancing at my breasts as he talked. I could see a tent slowly being pitched in his shorts, making me a little uncomfortable. Still, I leaned forward towards him just a little more as we went over the routines. After a few minutes had passed, he stopped talking, closed the routine binder, and looked at my straight in the eyes. Not understanding what was going on, I darted my eyes from his face to the binder, face to binder..