Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 08:58:04 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 31.

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			BLACK AND WHITE


                  Chapter 31--The Bachelor Party

     During the night, Dave's dick had slipped out of my ass, the
"wet spot" was no longer wet, and both of us had sore butts from
the heavy fucking we'd sustained the night before.  We rose,
roused the "sleeping beauties" from the next room, showered, and
made breakfast.  After breakfast, Duane reminded Dave of the
bachelor party they had for Duane before he married Carol.

     "Yeah, that was some party.  I had such a hangover the next
day," Dave chuckled.  "Damned good thing the wedding wasn't for
another week.  I never would have made it."

     "And remember the stripper?" Duane pressed.

     "How could I ever forget her!  She got more than a little
carried away with her tantalizing.  I still remember how she got
both of us off," Dave smiled.

     "And that guy that was her bodyguard and boyfriend?" Duane
grinned.  "The guy had to be a body builder with some bouncer
experience.  He sure was massive, but what I remember most about
him was how hot he got while she was rubbing herself on us."

     "Yeah, and his dick was so small!" Dave laughed.  "No wonder
she got carried away when she saw what you and I were packin',
Duane."

     "Remember what he said when they first got there?" Dave
smirked.

     "Yeah.  Something about 'no penetration and no touching'
and, uh, oh yeah, 'keep your shorts on!'.  I think she trashed
most of those prohibitions after less than 10 minutes.  That gal
had more fun with you, Dave."

     "Well, it was supposed to be your party and she was spending
most of her time rubbing against my hard dick.  So I kept trying
to get her to go over to you and mess around with you instead.
She sat on my face before I could stop her."

     "She what?" Donnie and I blurted out.

     Dave and Duane laughed at us.  "You see," Dave explained, "a
friend of a friend told me about this wild woman that he knew who
was a stripper at one of the clubs downtown.  He said she would
go all the way down to nothing, and work over the 'guest of
honor' enough to get him to cum in his shorts.  But, she never
went all the way and her boyfriend made sure that you didn't cop
a feel or try to fuck her.  I told the guy that we only wanted to
show Duane a good time, not get him laid.  The price was right,
so I went for it.

     "There were about 10 of us there when she arrived.  She
started out dancing and stripping out of her clothes.  She wanted
all of us to do the same.  Of course, the boyfriend reminded all
of us (frequently) that we couldn't go any farther than our
shorts and couldn't touch the 'merchandise'.

     "She was a good-looking lady with a very nice body and big
tits.  She moved around the room tantalizing all of the guys into
hard-ons.  I had on cut-offs and nothing underneath.  And you
know how eager 'junior' is to stick out my pants leg when he gets
hard."

     We smiled knowingly.  Dave's cock was always snaking down
one leg or the other trying to get out.

     "Well, she got down to nothin' in no time and was sittin' on
everyone's lap, rubbing her twat against their dicks.  A couple
of the guys fired off before she got around to Duane and I.  As
the bridegroom, Duane was going to be the last guy to enjoy her
talents and her best-simulated fuck.  The way she was carryin'
on, three of the guys had shot their loads when she started to
sit on their faces.  She never really did it, but it was close
enough to get them off.

     "That left three others that she worked on by brushing her
cunt against their mouths.  If any of them had stuck their
tongues out, I'm sure they got a mouthful of pussy juice and
bush.  But, she'd get them breathing real hard and then rub her
twat on their shorts-encased cocks.  As I remember, they all had
big dicks that stuck out over the tops of their shorts."

     Duane nodded in agreement.  His crotch was bulging at the
memory.  Dave's was, too.  Donnie had moved his hand over to my
crotch to be sure that my dick was hard as well.  He wasn't
disappointed.

     "Anyway, as she rubbed her cunt up and down their dicks, she
got them wet and hot enough to cum.  All three of them fired off,
shooting cum into her bush.  With her back to her boyfriend, he
couldn't tell that she was picking up cum as she went.  He must
have thought that she was getting them all off in their shorts
like she usually did.  By the time she got off the guys, their
dicks had receded enough to be back in their shorts.

     "When she got to me, cum was dripping from her pussy hairs.
She smiled at me and looked at my crotch.  The head of my dick
was sticking out of the left pants leg.  It was big and long
(which you already know)."

     "Yeah," I agreed.  "My butt sure knows!"

     "And mine," chimed in Duane.

     "And mine," added Donnie.  "Biggest fuckin' dick I've ever
had."

     "So," he continued, ignoring us, "she starts waving her twat
in my face and gets so close that I can smell the cum in her
bush.  I stick out my tongue like I'm going to lick her cunt and
she presses my face into the cum.  I didn't hesitate.  That
surprised her.  It also got her hotter because she started
pushing my mouth lower toward her parted twat lips.  I dipped the
tip of my tongue in a couple of time.  That hit her hard.  Before
I knew it had happened, she rammed her cunt onto my mouth when my
tongue flicked out again.  I went deep, located her magic button
and sucked her pussy for several seconds.

     "She started to shudder like she was about to climax.  One
of the other guys spoke (which interrupted our concentration) and
she backed off.  Fire was still in her eyes as she sank down to
my crotch and rubbed against my dick.  How her boyfriend didn't
see this, I'll never know.  But, she would move my pants leg up a
little bit each time she rubbed against my straddled leg and
expose more of my dick shaft.

     "By now, she had more than 8" of it exposed and was riding
it hard.  I was hot for twat then, so I jerked my dick the next
time she pushed herself over the top of it.  The added elevation
was just enough to change the pattern.  My juice-slickened
cockhead entered her, followed by another three inches of my
prick.  She was driving so hard to get me to cum that her speed
impaled her.  But, her speed also pulled her off just as quickly.

     "She gasped at the rapid invasion and exit.  She probably
hadn't had a dick that size in her before, judging from the size
of the dick her boyfriend was playing with in his own pants.
But, she sure seemed to like it.  She resumed her rubbing after
only a momentary pause.  Every third or fourth thrust, she'd bear
down hard and my dick would race inside her.  She moved up
farther on to my lap to get even more of it in.

     "My breathing was giving away the fact that I was about
ready to cum.  She pressed against me again and I entered her.
She didn't pull off of me after I entered her this time, but kept
up the hot fuck for half a dozen more thrusts.  She squeezed down
with her muscles and tightened around my prick.  You know what
that does to me!"

     We all nodded, anxiously awaiting the "climax" of the story.

     "Just as my climax started to hit me, I rammed hard into
her.  She knew I was cumming and pulled away.  My first shot hit
her square in her open pussy.  Her bush deflected some of it, but
not much.  But, I was so hot, I'm sure I shot cum into her before
my second shot hit hard.  She rubbed me with her labia until my
climax ebbed and finally stopped.  Of course, I was still leaking
cum, but the big show was over.  I had cum ropes clear down to my
knee and quite a bit on her butt and pussy."

     "She gave me a little kiss on the cheek and whispered she
wanted to see me 'alone', and very soon.  As she moved over to
Duane, she smiled and winked at me.  I wasn't sure I'd understood
her whispered desire, but I sure did after that.  Now, it was
Duane's turn.  She got him on to the floor with his shorts still
on.  But, Duane should tell this part."

     "Well, she pulled me out of my chair and on to the floor.
My cock was hard as steel and pushing away the top of my shorts.
The head of it was sticking out.  Her boyfriend was sitting
behind her, so he still couldn't see what she was really doing.
And I think he was more interested in Dave's big, leaking dick
than the backside of his girlfriend."

     "Yeah," Dave mused.  "I noticed him looking at me a lot.  I
thought maybe he'd figured out that she'd fucked me, but didn't
know who to prove it.  But, he did look at my dick a lot.  I
thought it was because that was the 'weapon' that had fucked his
girlfriend, but Duane's probably right.  He sure had a great ass
and body, even though his dick was small.  Maybe, he secretly was
jealous of her pussy getting a ride on my dick!"  We laughed.

     "So, she moves up to my face," Duane continued, "and didn't
even make a pretense of pretending to simulate anything.  She
spread her legs and sat on my mouth.  I could taste the cum that
Dave had shot into her and cum from the other guys who'd fired
into her bush.  Well, she moved around enough to get my tongue
deeply into her like Dave did and I licked away at her button.

     "She shuddered a couple of times, but didn't start a climax
until she moved down to my dick and straddled me.  She did the
same thing with me as she did to Dave.  Each thrust of his pussy
moved my shorts lower and my dick closer to entering her.  Almost
like it had a mind of its own, my prick jumped and entered her.
Dave had paved the way and she took all of me.  She pulled off
immediately and smiled at me.

     "The other guys were watching and couldn't believe what
they'd seen.  They stared with even more interest now, wondering
if they'd see it again.  She rubbed again like she had with them,
still with no penetration.  Her breathing told me she was getting
hot and would soon climax.  She shuddered more frequently, then
nearly uncontrollably.  Pressing down on me, she speared herself
all the way and rode me to the end of her climax.

     "The guys just stared at the point where she and I joined.
They rubbed their spent, but expanding dicks.  This was a show
they didn't want to miss.  Her twat was squeezing me and rubbing
my dick just right.  I was all set to fire and she knew it.  She
pulled off me, but resumed rubbing it between her labia.  I hit
my climax as she pushed back onto me.  My dick jumped and entered
her as I shot hard and then again.  She was so startled that I'd
entered her again that she didn't pull away.  When it finally
occurred to her that I was shooting cum into her, she pulled off
and let my dick spray cum all over her belly and bush.

     "If her boyfriend hadn't been so busy shooting his own load
with his eyes closed, he would have seen my firing dick exit her
twat.  But, he didn't.  I'm sure I'd have been mincemeat if he
had," Duane laughed as he ended the tale.

     "Did you ever follow up on her invitation?" I asked Dave.

     "Uh huh.  Called her the next week," he revealed.  "Like
I've told you, my experience with women was that my dick was
always too long and big for them.  When she took so much of me
and loved it, I thought that I'd found one who could take it all.
So, we met and went right to bed.  I worked her over with lots of
foreplay before I entered her.  But, it was the same old story.
I'd get in about 10" and she'd tense up because it was too big.
I finished the fuck and squirted a full load of cum in her.
After the bachelor party when both Duane and I shot cum in her, I
knew she had to be on the pill or didn't care about guys cumming
in her.  I'm sure her boyfriend would have disagreed, but he was
too stupid or blind to see it.  Never saw her again.  She wasn't
that good, anyway."

     "Damn!" exclaimed Donnie.  "Wish I hadn't been so young.
I'd have loved to have been part of that bachelor party.  I've
never seen a real pussy, let alone eaten one or fucked it."

     "Never?" Duane asked astonished.

     "Except porno movies, never," Donnie affirmed.  "Never for
real, anyway."

     "Most gay boys don't," I interjected.  "It's only the
perverts like Dave and I who figured it out too late to stay away
from that stuff.  So, cut your brother a little slack, Duane."

     "That's still pretty amazing," Duane allowed.  "But, maybe
he's better off without such things fogging up his brain."

     "Well, I for one don't regret having done it with women,"
Dave said almost defensively.  "I only wish that I'd started with
men earlier," he added giving me a squeeze.  "Wanna fuck?"

     Dave and Duane's tale had gotten us all hard.  "Sure," I
agreed, "as long as it's your butt that gets my prick."

     "Do it like last night, then," Dave insisted.

     "Sure," I agreed again.

     We left Duane and Donnie to fend for themselves as we went
back to our bedroom.  No sooner had we shut our bedroom door than
we heard Donnie and Duane move into the bedroom they'd shared the
night before.

     After half an hour of fucking and noise from both rooms, the
showers were turned on for another quick rinse.  As Dave and I
picked up the Sunday paper, Dave's brothers joined us in the
living room.  They'd shared each others bodies again and seemed
to enjoy them more with each climax.

     Donnie made his excuses about a test coming up for which he
should study, and departed.  Duane regaled us with tales of
getting it in the ass a couple more times from his little brother
last night and once again a few minutes ago.  But, Donnie wasn't
getting away without an ass full of Duane's cum, too.  In the
half hour upstairs, they'd traded hot fucks.

     Duane was really "sold" on hot, big cock!  And Donnie had a
great one for sucking and getting fucked.  Dave was even more
worried about Duane making the "switch".  This "making babies"
weekend was becoming less of a good idea, but Dave didn't bring
up the topic again.  I could tell by his eyes and his body
language that Dave wasn't pleased with the double standard that
Duane was living with Carol.


                         Early Experience

     About noon, Carol arrived from her sister's.  She was full
of good cheer and news about her sister and family (although she
didn't mention her brother-in-law once).

     Their plane was scheduled to depart about three, so the rest
of the early afternoon was spent packing up their clothes and
trying to get us to commit to a trip to California to see them
soon.  Duane especially pressed the point.  He was hot to get
into our pants again.  I finally volunteered that we'd be down in
nine months after our nephew was born.  We good-naturedly argued
over the gender of the child.  The tension was broken and it was
finally settled that we'd be in California before winter.

     However, Dave really needed to have some private words with
Duane about this weekend and especially about the men he'd been
fucking with.  I got Carol away for a few minutes into the
backyard.  We'd been trying to get Mexican Fan palms to grow
there, but not very successfully.  Carol was something of an
amateur expert about their cultivation, so I was full of
questions.

     This gave Dave the time he needed to talk to his brother.
When they joined Carol and I, they were both smiling.  I was
pleased that they had worked out something to their mutual
satisfaction.  Carol didn't need to be part of this conspiracy of
silence, even if she were the point of it.

     By two o'clock, we left for the airport.  We waited for
their plane to leave before we headed for home.  Duane managed to
suck us both off in the men's room while Carol read a magazine in
the waiting area.  I was reluctant to get it on with Duane after
Dave had been so concerned about his brother's fixation with
pricks.  But, Dave assured me that he and Duane had an
understanding of what was going on with Duane.  Besides, Dave
liked the danger of sex in a public place.

     I was look-out for them while Dave was being serviced and
Dave for me while I was shooting cum down Duane's throat.  Duane
was very insistent that I fuck him again before he left, but I
reminded him that I didn't fuck without rubbers and neither of us
had one.  So, he settled for sucking me off like he did his
brother.

     Carol and Duane left on time.  Dave and I were pleased to
have them for company.  Carol was a hot woman and Duane was a
stud.  Sex with both of them was a wonderful experience, but Dave
was what I liked best.

     When we got home, Dave told me about his conversation with
Duane.  He said that Duane knew exactly what he was doing.  He
was doing his two brothers and his brother's lover.  That was not
an indication he wanted to do the whole male population of the
world.  He loved Carol and wanted to have children with her.  He
also loved his brothers very much and was now closer to them than
at any time.  Sex with them was incredibly good and he wouldn't
mind having it all the time with them.  But, they were family
(including me), so that was why he had sex with them.  That, and
they both had big dicks for his tight hole!

     After getting home, we fussed around with cleaning for a
while and puttered in the yard.  By six, we were ready for dinner
and bed.  Dinner was simple and quick.  Remembering Dave and
Duane's graphic description of the bachelor party, I smiled at
him.

     "What gives?" he asked.

     "Oh, I was only remembering your story about the bachelor
party.  That was pretty incredible," I responded.

     "Well, if you'd been there, it would have been more than
incredible.  There just aren't words to explain that kind of a
sexual orgy without being there.  By the way, that reminiscence
reminded me that I haven't ever heard anything about your early
sex life.  We've got the rest of the evening, so tell me
something," he added with a leer.

     "It's a long story," I replied with a yawn, "and I'd rather
go to bed after the non-stop sex we've had this weekend."

     "You're not getting off that easily.  I'll agree about the
need for bed and the non-stop sex, but I want to hear about your
early sex life."

     "Okay, okay.  But, only if you promise not to fall asleep
while I'm telling it."

     "Not much chance of that.  It'll probably have me so
stimulated that I'll want to fuck your asshole for you."

     "Not this cherry little butt.  I'm still sore from last
night's fucking."

     "Are you trying to tell me that you'd turn this down if
offered?" Dave teased grasping his crotch and waving his shorts
encased dick at me.

     "Well, maybe I spoke too soon," I smiled.  "We'll see."

     "YES!  Now, tell me a story, Daddy," Dave smiled with a
wink.

     I started the story as we headed up the staircase.  It was
only eight o'clock, but I was tired and needed bed rest.  Dave
was only too willing to tuck me into bed if I'd tell him a sexy
story.  Tired as I was, Dave was going to fuck me before the
night was over.  That much was certain.  My story would inspire
him more than I could resist.

     "Once upon a time," I began with a smile which Dave
appreciated, "there was a young man named Mike.  He was the
typically curious guy who was insatiable about sex.  He
especially liked to be around other young men who talked about
sex.  And one very close friend who had been helping him jack off
since both of them were about 8 years old.  Of course, neither of
them would squirt cum then, but by their early teens, both boys
were producing daily gushers.

     "However, by the time they were starting high school, Mike's
friend's family moved away.  He was heart-broken and undeniably
horny as a result.  But, he threw his energies into his studies
and into trying out for the track team.  His long legs should
easily carry him over the hurdles in near record times, he
thought.  He didn't anticipate the fierce competition from the
more experienced and older boys.  After all, he was just a freshman
and he was competing against guys clear up to their senior year.
But, the coaches saw potential in him and kept him on the team.
One of the older guys, a junior, was also a hurdler.

     "Jeff was a black guy..."

     "A black guy!  That figures," Dave interrupted.

     "You expected something else?" I asked rhetorically.  Dave
shook his head negatively and smiled.  "As I was saying, Jeff was
about Mike's height at nearly 6', but built more muscularly due
more to his age than his genetics.  They had competed and trained
on several occasions, but they didn't seem to hit it off very
well.  The head coach pulled them aside one day and told them to
stop competing against each other and more against the opposing
teams.  He pointed out that Mike could learn a lot from the more
experienced man and Jeff could learn from Mike's jackrabbit
starts from the blocks.

     "As if seeing each other for the first time, Mike and Jeff
warily at first, but more eagerly as the practice session passed,
found that they had much in common and could, in fact, learn much
from each other."

     "If you don't mind, Dave, this third person stuff is wearing
on me.  I'm gonna just tell you what happened."

     "About time.  But, DON'T leave out any details!"

     "I started showing him how I got such quick starts.  He said
he did the same thing, but actually, his form was awful.  I
demonstrated by making him get down in the blocks and show me how
he started.  I said, 'Ready, set,' and then pushed gently forward
on his ass with both hands.  That was one tight, muscular butt on
that black kid.

     "But, my push served a purpose (other than the prurient one
you're thinking of, Dave).  He toppled over, nearly landing on
his face.  'Hey!  Why the fuck did you do that,' Jeff asked me.
'Well,' I said, 'I was showing you that you aren't starting out
right.  You get into the blocks well, but when you raise up at
"set", you raise too high.  The angle of attack toward the track
is down instead of ahead.  Consequently, you're burning energy
and time trying to right yourself instead of burning up distance
down the track.'

     "He said that he always considered it awkward, but thought
it was supposed to feel that way.  I assured him it wasn't, but
that he was so damned fast over the hurdles and in the flat that
he was almost always able to make up the time.

     "I got him to set up again, said 'ready, set,' and stopped
him.  I told him he was still too high and pushed his ass
downward with both hands.  I was beginning to like this more than
I should have, but I did have another purpose.  He allowed me to
position him and I told him to put more spring in his knees and
allow his legs to drive him out of the blocks rather than
struggling to right himself.  We tried several times until his
form looked right and he was feeling better about the awkward
change from his regular stance.

     "Then, I demonstrated a few more times the angle of my back
to the ground and the angle of my thighs to calves in the set
position.  More than once, I corrected him when he didn't need
that much correction, but I was enjoying the touch of his steely,
tensed muscles.  For about half an hour, we practiced and
practiced.  He was doing very well and nearly catching me with my
fast starts.  I was thinking I had trained him too well.

     "I reminded him that I was supposed to learn something from
him as well.  He smiled at me with a leer that I didn't
understand at the time as he sized me up.  But, he quickly got
serious and suggested a couple of stride changes I should make.
However, the most important change was in my hurdling.  I was
leaping over the hurdles instead of running over them.  Jeff
coached and coached, trying to show me how to run the hurdles
instead of what I'd been doing.  This was difficult for me to
change.  I wasn't leaning into them enough, which caused me to
jump instead of run over them.

     "By the time I was doing what he wanted me to, the rest of
the team was already off the practice field and in the showers.
One of the coaches had yelled at us that the practice was over,
but we continued telling him we'd only be a few more minutes.
That time stretched to another half-hour.  When we finally called
it a day, most of the dressing area was deserted and the last
guys were dressing.

     "Jeff and I went into the showers and let the hot water run
until steam was boiling through the archway.  The hot water
relaxed us both, but especially relaxed Jeff's dick.  It was a
nice 5" soft.  I was only 15 and he was 17.  At that age (you'll
remember), your dick got hard all the time and for no reason."

     "Yeah, I remember," Dave sighed knowingly.

     "This time was no exception," I continued.  "Just looking at
Jeff's muscular body got my nuts boiling and my dick started to
lengthen.  I turned around to keep my thickening dick from
embarrassing me.  Stealing glances over my shoulder, it wasn't
difficult to see that Jeff was enjoying the view of my ass.  His
dick was visibly lengthening and straightening.  'Down, Junior,'
he said to his dick, but it didn't do any good.  'It gets this
way for no reason,' he smiled looking at my ass.  'Yeah.  I know
what you mean,' I replied, but didn't dare turn around.  I had a
real boner going.  It was a full 8" long and about as thick as it
gets now.  I wasn't about to let him see that I was getting a
hard-on just because I was looking at his dick.

     "He changed the topic to hurdling and that got my mind
working on something other than his body and dick, and my hard-on
went down.  His did, too.  I was able to face him again, but
noticed that he was casting glances at my dick all the time.  My
cock was shorter, but not appreciably thinner.  His started to
expand again, so I quickly shut off my shower and started to dry.
I knew I'd get a hard-on again if I didn't get away from that
gorgeous cock of his.

     "He turned his shower off as well and snared a towel from
the stack next to me.  We dried with idle chatter and went to our
separate locker aisles.  As I finished drying in front of my
locker, Jeff walked up.  He thanked me again for the help during
practice.  I sat down to dry my feet and lower legs.  He raised
one of his legs onto the bench I was sitting, and rubbed the
towel over that leg.  His towel moved to his crotch and dried it
again.  As I sat up straighter, he leaned into me a little.

     "'You got a good body and long legs, Mike.  You'll do well
at track,' Jeff said to me.  'Thanks.  I hope I do.'  His dick
touched my shoulder when he moved to dry his other leg.  The
closeness and the touch was all it took.  My dick almost
instantly sprang up to its full length and thickness.  'And, you
gotta nice, big dick, too,' he added with a smile.  But, because
I was sitting, he couldn't tell how long it got, just its
thickness.  'I noticed it in the showers, as well,' he leered
again.  Maybe he does know how long it gets, I thought.  'Like I
said,' Jeff smiled, 'ol' junior jumps up when you least expect
it.  Besides, a big dick like yours isn't easy to hide even when
your back is turned.'

     "'Shit,' I said exasperated.

     "'Don't worry about it,' he replied.  'Happens to me all the
time and usually at a most embarrassing time, like in the showers
with other guys around.'  I turned and looked up at him.  He was
smiling at me with that same leer I got on the track.  He also
checked out my cock again with more than a glance.  This was an
obvious stare!  His cock was lengthening and stretching out for
my shoulder again.  If I'd known any better at the time, I'd have
wrapped my lips around it right then."

     "You mean, you didn't?" Dave asked incredulously.

     "Nope.  What did I know?  I was a dumb-ass kid of 15.  The
only thing I'd ever done was help a friend jack off.  I didn't
know the first thing about sucking dick and never even thought
about fucking a tight, stud butt."

     "I guess Duane and I were a little more experimental than
you."

     "And I didn't have a brother to practice on, either."

     "Fair enough.  So, what did you do?"

     "Well, I just stared at it. That beautiful, throbbing black
snake hypnotized me.  I glanced up at his eyes once in a while,
but he kept staring at my dick, so I stared at his dick.  He
finally said, 'If I don't get out of here, ol' junior is gonna
drill a hole right through your forehead.'  I didn't say anything.
I only continued to stare at his prick.

     "As he moved away, I noticed his ass again.  It had felt
wonderful under his training shorts, but looked even better in
the nude.  I sat there unable to think of what to do next.  I was
clearly turned on and wanted to jack off, but this wasn't the
place for it.  I heard someone in street shoes coming closer.  I
quickly grabbed my towel and put it in my lap to hide my hard-on.
The approaching steps stopped a couple of aisles away.  'Jeff,
lock up for me will ya?'  'Sure, Coach,' Jeff replied.  The
footsteps retreated.

     "I stood to dress, and my towel fell away, but was caught by
my dick (which stood straight out from my crotch).  'Damn, Boy,
you ARE hung big!' Jeff exclaimed.  He'd poked his head around
the corner after the coach had gone.  He had a towel wrapped
around his waist, but he'd folded it over so it was only half the
width of a normal towel and didn't cover more than about a foot
of his crotch.  The towel was high enough on his hips that the
tip of his cock was sticking out the bottom.  When he saw my
hard-on, his started to lengthen and rise again.  I stared at it.

     "As I'd turned to see who was talking to me, my towel had
fallen completely away.  I was naked as the day I was born, and
with an 8" hard-on pointing right at Jeff.  'That's some cock you
got there,' he said.  'Seems to have a mind of its own, just like
mine,' he added as he pulled his towel away.  'Real nice one,' he
purred.

     "He was standing in front of me, now.  I'm sure I was shaking
with nervous tension.  'You ever have a buddy help you out when
you get like this?' he asked my dick.  I gulped and nodded in the
affirmative.  'Yeah, but he moved away last year,' I volunteered.
'No action since then?' Jeff pressed.  'Huh-uh,' I replied in the
negative.

     "He reached for my hard cock, closing his big right hand
around the shaft.  'Damn, Boy!  You ARE big!' Jeff crowed.  'Want
me to help you out?'"

     Dave reached for my cock and found it hard.  His hand closed
around the shaft and milked it gently.  I reciprocated.

     "I nodded that I would like some help," I said continuing
the tale, "but reached for Jeff's at the same time.  We set up a
mutual jacking motion that felt good to both of us.  It had been
so long since a person had played with my skin flute (besides me)
that I was ready to shoot inside a minute."

     "His cock was ready, too.  His knees were trembling and his
breathing was ragged.  I watched his cockhead swell as his precum
flowed heavily.  His hips bucked once and he started to cum all
over my belly and chest.  The guy knew how to shoot his cum far.

     "His climax ruined his concentration on jacking me off, but
I took over for the last five seconds and brought myself off with
a howl and several gushes of cream.  Jeff rubbed his fingers
through my cum.  Then, he surprised me and licked his fingers
off.  'And you taste good, too,' he smiled at me.  I could only
stand there and stare at what he'd done.

     "'You never licked up a guy's cum?' he asked me.  'Not even
your own?' I shook my head.  'You don't know what you're
missin'.'  As if he'd hurled a challenge that I couldn't refuse,
I scooped some of his cum off my chest and stomach and tasted it.
It was good!  Different, but I liked it!"

     "That doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out," Dave
cracked.  "I'm only surprised that it took you so long to find
out."

     "And the same to you, Dave.  It wasn't all that long ago
that you had your first drink of male nectar," I reminded him.

     "Touché!" he laughed.

     "Anyway, Jeff suggested another shower to get the cum off.
This time, we showered next to each other.  He asked me if I'd
ever gone farther than shooting off with a friend.  I just looked
at him blankly.  'I'll take that as a no,' he said gently.  'And
from that I'll conclude you've never had a blow job, neither.'
Well, I knew what that was, but didn't even consider it as
something a couple of guys would do with each other.

     "'Right again, aren't I?' he asked me.

     "Uh huh.  Never had a girlfriend that would do more than a
little necking.  They'd get a handful of what I had and wouldn't
date me again.  I never thought of it as that big.  My friend,
the one that moved away, has one the same size as mine, but with
a curve to it like yours,' I rambled on.

     "'I see,' Jeff mused.  'Ever thought about getting your dick
sucked by a guy?'

     "By then, both of us were sporting hard-ons again.  I
stammered, 'Well, uh, hadn't really thought about it.'

     "'Well, you should.  A guy can do it better than any girl,
'cause he knows how to make it feel good, better than she can.'

     "'Yeah?  How do you know that?' I asked him (almost shaking
with anticipation), as I turned off the shower.  He shut his off,
too.  Both of us had steely pricks.

     "'Let's dry off and I'll show you,' Jeff responded.

     "'Yeah?  How?'

     "'You'll see,' Jeff leered.

     "Well, you know what comes next," I said.

     "Tell me anyway," Dave whispered as he pulled harder on my
dick and fondled my nuts.  I returned the favor.

     "Let's see.  He pointed me toward the bench in front of his
locker and I laid down on it, face up with my feet on the floor
and my dick pointing up.  He straddled my chest facing my dick.
That pointed his butt in my face and his dick and balls rubbing
against my chest.  He kissed my inner thighs, but avoided (for the
moment) my raging, dripping hard-on.  His face moved closer to my
crotch, then settled into licking my tight ballsac.  And I returned
the favor.

     "It felt so damned good!  I was sure that the moment he
touched my dick, I'd shoot for a month.  I was so HOT!"

     "Like now?" Dave asked, straddling my head in a 69 position.
My dick was leaking a great quantity of precum.  Thinking about
it, if Dave put his mouth on my dick now, I'd probably shoot.
Retelling the story of my first blowjob had worked in getting
both of us ready to shoot.  Jacking each others dicks while I
told the story helped a lot, too.

     The head of Dave's prick was swollen.  Several drops of
precum had been smeared over the head and the shaft by my hand.
He looked like he was ready to shoot as well.  I pulled his shaft
downward toward my mouth.  It was as hard as spring steel.  His
nuts were pulled up tight against the base of his curved dick.

     He entered my mouth.  With feathery touches of my tongue, I
stimulated his dickhead even more.  He pushed it to the back of
my mouth, crushing his sensitive prick head against the back of
my throat.  He moaned loudly and went down on my dick clear to
the root.

     I bucked upward, burying my rod deeply in his throat.  It
was too late to stop.  Before my climax overtook me, I sucked
hard on his thick dickmeat.  An inch or two of his boner slid
down my open throat.  The tightness overwhelmed Dave.  He lunged
forward and speared my cum-drinking throat to the base.  I felt
his pubic hair against my lips.

     The double action of getting all of his horsecock in my
mouth and his tight throat around my dick set both of us off.  I
shot twice down his throat before he pulled off enough to taste
my cum.  It collected in his mouth as volley after volley shot
into him.  My climax was hitting me so hard and my rod jerked so
often that I'd forgotten about the earlier climaxes of the day.

     I held on to Dave's ass as his giant phallus fired again and
again.  I was so surprised and pleased that I'd finally taken him
completely orally, that I didn't think about not being able to
taste his cum, or breathe.  His dick shot again, unloading more
cum down my throat instead of over my tongue.  My dick jerked
again as more cum raced to join its colleagues in his stomach.

     But, my breathing was a problem.  I had to come up for air.
Pulling away enough to free my airway, I inhaled deeply through
my nose.  The scent of hot, male sex filled my senses.  Dave
fired again, then again.  Cum streamed out of his dong
threatening to drown me in manjuice.  I swallowed.  Just as good
as always, I thought of the flavor.

     My own dick finished jerking.  The flow of cum was slowing
to a drop or two as Dave milked it expertly with his tongue.  His
hand stripped the urethra of an stragglers.  I did the same to
him and rewarded with a big helping of more cum.  Knowing that
Dave's cum flow continued for some time after his climax, I kept
nursing on his slowly deflating prick until I'd gotten as much as
I could.  Dave did the same for me, but I didn't give him much
more.  I think he just liked sucking my dick.

     "Damn," he finally said.  "That was one hot story and even
better sex.  How'd you finally take all my dick down your
throat?"

     "Beats the hell outta me," I replied a little perplexed.
"It must have had something to do with cumming at the same time.
Maybe, the angle was just different enough that I was able to do
it.  Maybe, it was a little more experience with you, Dave."

     "Whatever it was, that was incredible!"

     "Thanks.  I'm glad you enjoyed it.  I know I sure did!"

     "I'm always amazed at the amount of cum you shoot even after
getting off twice already today.  But, I'm glad you do.  You sure
taste good!" Dave said.

     "And so do you!  You still cum a lot as well.  Carol's
probably still full of cum from all the fucking you did with her
this weekend."

     Dave laughed.  "I'd have rather filled you up, instead," he
whispered as he nuzzled my drooping ballsac.  He sighed in
contentment.

     His dick was resting on my shoulder, still leaking cum.
I twisted to lick up the last puddle, scooping his cockhead into
my mouth at the same time.

     "Hey!  Stop that!  It's too sensitive!" he shouted as he
rolled away.

     "Damn!" I exclaimed.  "Just as I was beginning to like it."

     "You like it any way you can get it!" Dave rejoined.

     "Uh huh."  I smiled like a Cheshire cat.  There was no
denying that statement.  I loved his dick, and his butt.

     Dave moved back around and snuggled into me, stroking my chest
hair as we prepared to sleep.  "I wonder if all that fucking will
give Carol the baby she wants?" Dave asked.

     "Who knows.  She certainly got it often enough.  And by the
way, Dave, there's something you should know."

     "Yeah?"

     "Well, remember how when you came in Duane's ass that the
condom broke and he got an ass full of your cum?"

     "Yeah."

     "Well, uh, the same thing happened to me when Carol and I
screwed."

     "WHAT?!"

     "Well, it was an accident!  It must have been a weak batch.
And you know Carol and I fucked.  She likes white boys as much as
your brother does."

     "Yeah, but I didn't know that the condom broke."

     "Well, I didn't know what to say or even to whom I should
say it.  I thought that you should know.  I didn't know whether
to tell Duane and Carol about it.  What do you think?" I asked.

     "Shit, Mike.  I have no idea.  Maybe nothing will happen
because of it.  But, if Carol turns up pregnant, we'll have to
tell them about the potential."

     "Of course, you're right, but I don't know what to say about
it."

     "Well just tell them what happened.  The risk is there
anytime you use a condom.  We probably should have taken more
precautions.  We should have 'double-bagged' your dick."  He
paused.  "Do you even know if you can get a girl pregnant?"

     "Yeah.  I can.  My wife had at least one miscarriage, so I
know I'm not shooting blanks like your brother."

     "He's not shooting blanks!  Just reduced motility."

     "Sorry.  I didn't mean to imply that there was no chance of
him being a father.  It's just that I'm worried that I'm about to
become a father!"

     "Well, so am I, Sweet Cheeks!  I think Duane is just kidding
himself about his chance to father a child.  But, he wants kids
so bad that he'll try about anything."

     "Dave, not to change the subject (but it is related), I
noticed that both of your parents have light skin."

     "Yeah.  I have a great-grandparent on both sides who're white."

     "Well, I'll be damned.  How come you never mentioned it
before?"

     "Never came up in conversation."

     "You aren't embarrassed by it, are you?"

     "Fuck, no!"

     "Sorry.  I didn't say that very well, did I?"  Dave only
smiled.  He hadn't been wounded.  "Well, the reason I'm bringing
this up is that if Carol does have a child who carries a lot of
white characteristics, it could be that it comes from his great-
great-grandparents instead of from me."

     "That's true enough, but are you trying to get away from
telling Carol and Duane about the possibility of it being your
child?"

     "Well, I was thinking that's an awfully big pill for them to
swallow when they may not have to.  And the parental
responsibilities have only been waived for you, not for me."

     "Ah, the truth comes out.  You don't want to be sued for
support and the like?"

     "Well, yes and no.  I was thinking it would be appropriate
for me to have the same arrangement that you do.  We could both
be the godfathers for the child instead of just you."

     "Good point.  Look, let's just let this lie around for a
while.  If Carol comes up pregnant, we'll talk to them about it
then.  Fair enough?"

     "Thanks, Dave.  I knew I could count on you to be
understanding."

     "No problem, Babe."  He kissed me, then yawned.  "Damn.  I'm
more tired than I thought.  A good climax does take a lot out of
ya."

     "Several good climaxes," I corrected.  "Good night, Sugar,"
I whispered.

     "'Night, Babe."


So, who will be the father?
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