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.
Copyright Tom Deapen
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