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Serial Stories: "Untitled Masterpiece #10B: Pieces" (10/14) 
 21 votes
Author: Keyboardman  Published: 7/2/2008  story views: 587


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see my face or hear my voice.”

“It’s not the best offer you’ll get. You haven’t heard my offer yet.”

“Ian, it’s late. I’ve had a long day. Put up or shut up.”

“Here’s my deal…you come over tomorrow, even for just an hour, anytime from nine to five. Have some food, drink a little iced tea, and help us recreate America Alive in a way that’s exciting for you, even if you decide to go with CNN. Just come and join us…”

Pearce laughed. “No strings attached, just come over and then sign with CNN Monday morning?”

“If that’s what you decide to do…”

Pearce looked a little intrigued. Ian knew he almost had him. He took a deep breath and tried to make it look like he was looking straight into Pearce’s eyes. “Anything you want…”

Pearce blinked a little, then smiled, “Anything, huh? I’ve certainly heard that before and was seriously disappointed.”

“Anything…and if you are disappointed it won’t be because I didn’t try. It will be because you don’t have enough imagination...”

“A challenge, huh?”

“A promise.” Ian got up from his chair and walked away from the camera. He heard it zoom and looked to make sure he was clear in the shot, from the knees up. He looked at Pearce who seemed to be getting a little nervous. “Anything…Pearce…just use your own imagination.”

Ian looked down at the buttons on his shirt and started to slowly unbutton them top to bottom. When he was through he looked back at an open mouthed Pearce. “Anything you want. Anything at all…”

“Uh…um…I…”

“Join me.” He slowly pulled his shirt from his slacks so Pearce could get a good look at his hairy chest and tight abs. Ian looked at the screen. Pearce was rubbing his chin and then he froze.

Right in cue, Billy’s arms slid around Ian’s chest and rubbed his hands up and down. “Join us….” he said and pulled Ian’s shirt seductively off his shoulders. He stepped to the side enough so that Pearce could see he was naked. As he kissed Ian’s neck and slid his hand down in his pants he heard Pearce groan…

“Oh…my…god…”

Ian heard his fly being unzipped. He reached behind him and grabbed Bill’s ass. “Anything you want…join us…”

He saw Pearce’s eyes flash and his tee shirt pulled over his head. “Mmmmm, this is certainly one of the most interesting contract neg….oh my god!”

Ian’s pants slid to the floor and Pearce had a good look at Ian standing naked before him, semi-erect and beginning to rise before him. Ian saw Pearce stumble back and his camera jiggle as he repositioned his screen. Ian turned and kissed Billy hard on the mouth and wrapped his fist around his throbbing dick. Billy returned the favor.

From the corner of his eye he could see Pearce sitting back on the floor pulling his underwear off and his own hard cock bounce against his belly as they snapped off his ankle. “Yeah…jack each other…oh yeah…that is soo hot!”

Billy and Ian kissed and jerked each other. Pearce was fascinated by the contrast and compliment of the two hot men; Ian was dark and lithe, with dancing blue eyes and lightly dusted across the chest with black hair. Billy was smaller, but broader, a full hairless chest and close cropped lighter hair.

Billy’s hard dick stood straight out and throbbed just under Ian’s like a
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 Untitled 10B
Good! Good! Good! Element of surprise; family background; hot, wild sex. You are incredible, Mr. Keyboardman!