Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2001 16:54:13 -0700
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 45.

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		        BLACK AND WHITE

			Chapter 45

	When we got home, a phone message was waiting for us from
Scott.  The agent open house had gone well.  Three agents had said they
each had a client who might be very interested in the house.  "And one
agent who wants to fuck with you," Scott laughed.  "But, he's a total pig,
socially and physically.  You aren't interested.  Trust me."

	I wondered how the "pig" agent knew we were gay.  I didn't
think the place was decorated that queerly.  Dave smiled and pointed out
the picture of us sitting on the desk in the den.  Our arms were around
each other in a more than friendly manner.  Well, we could be friends, I
said to myself.  Dave could read my mind.  "If this one didn't scream it,
the one upstairs on the bureau would."  My mind flashed upstairs.
Sitting on the bureau was a picture of Dave and I in tanktops and cut-
offs.  I was sitting on his lap, the bulge in our pants clearly showing we
were enjoying ourselves.  I'd forgotten the picture that Robocop had
taken of us last summer on the deck.

	"Like we care," I laughed.  "But, it might be better to put them
away for a couple of weeks while the house is being shown."

	"You don't suppose the gay flag flying from the porch would
give it away?"

	"Oh, yeah," I muttered.  "Well, fuck it!  As long as we aren't
waving our dicks at `em, they'll just have to get over it."

	"That's more like it," Dave smiled.  "I was wondering if you
were sneaking back into the closet for a moment.  If they are so narrow
minded that they couldn't buy a house a couple of fags were in, the
neighbors won't like them, anyway."

	"That's for sure," I said.  "You know, we should invite our non-
gay friends and soon-to-be former neighbors to a housewarming after we
move.  It'd be a nice way to let the neighbors know we still like them."

	"I'm for it.  Besides, this would be a chance to invite the family
over as well."

	"And then another REAL party for the fags (which will include
some of our family members on both sides, too)."

	"We'll plan the housewarmings later," Dave sighed.  "I'm beat.
But, I'm taking a shower first.  I smell like a randy, old goat."

	"You been fuckin' hot bootie most of the night.  You should
smell like sex!"

	"Same difference," he sighed heading up the stairs.  "You gonna
join me?"

	"Any chance to shower with you is a chance to get my butt
fucked," I laughed.  "Of course I will."

	"I doubt if I have another load in me."

	"I was hoping you had another load you could shoot in ME!"

	"Doubtful, but if you can get it up, you can have it."  Tired as he
may have been, I knew I could get him hard.  If I could get him hard, I
could get him off.  I grinned lasciviously at him.  "Now, who doesn't
have an off switch!" he laughed.

	"I'll do all the work," I offered.  "You just provide the big dick
and I'll do the rest."

	By the time we'd finished our shower, I had Dave's 11" monster
dripping precum and ready to spread my ass.  I pulled him into the
bedroom where he stretched out on the king-size bed, his semen launcher
pointing skyward.  I lubed up my ass and slowly sat on his dark meat
missile.  He sure felt good!

	I slowly rode his fat cock, rocking back and forth, deeply long-
dicking myself.  His plum-size dickhead rubbed repeatedly across my
prostate, making my dick ooze out a constant stream of precum.  I leaned
back on to my hands and rode him harder.  He thrust up into me, getting
into the hot fuck.  My eyes flew open.  He smiled up at me.

	"You knew you could get me going, and you knew I couldn't
just lay back and let you do it all," he vaguely protested.  "You really
wanna get fucked, doncha!"

	I nodded and grinned, then sat hard on his 11" invader.  "Fuck
me like only you can, Dave."

	He rolled me on to my back, but didn't lose more than a couple
of inches of depth inside me.  "Like this?" he growled, slamming hard
into my hungry hole, stretching the opening and plowing deeply.

	"Fuck, YEAH!" I insisted.  "Fuck that ass, and fuck it hard and
deep.  I want your babies high up my hole, Babe!"

	"You know I love fuckin' your tight ass," he breathed lustily,
hammering me deeply again.

	"Yeah, Man!  Fuck me all night.  I want that big dick to make
me pregnant.  Cum in my ass a hundred times!"  I grabbed his ass and
pulled him hard into my butt each time he slammed forward.  "Fuck me
hard, Dave.  I want it bad!"

	Dave long-dicked me for several minutes, making sure he was
pulling out far enough to shred my prostate with each penetration.  I was
so into being fucked that I only wanted his cum to flood me.  I pulled
harder and harder on his ass, wanting his long, fat dick to keep fucking
me forever.

	But, before I was aware of my own hard cock waving around, I
was cumming without touching it.  Dave's masterful strokes had so
stimulated my prostate that I was cumming gallons without a blowjob or
a handjob.  It felt like the climax was starting from my toes and blasting
out my fat dick.  Wave after scalding wave of cream splashed up to my
chest and face as Dave continued to breed my hungry ass.  I bellowed out
my climax, urging Dave to fuck me harder and harder.  My toes, fingers,
and even the tip of my nose tingled.

	I badly wanted to stroke my cock, to enjoy the climax even
more by giving my dick the pleasure it urgently needed.  But, Dave was
fucking me so good, and my hands were too busy begging him to fuck
me harder and faster.  So, I rode his dick and begged for more.

	The heavy, long strokes finally flipped all of Dave's climax
switches and he began to pour cum deep into my ass in hard, hot squirts.
Instead of a squirt gun, this felt like a Super Soaker.  How could he have
all that cum after fucking the twins earlier?  I didn't care.  I only wanted
his creamy sperm in me, deep!

	Dave leaned in and kissed me passionately.  His jackhammer
thrusts into my ass made my jerking cock continue to spew cum across
my chest and abs.  Each new stream of cum into my ass was punctuated
with a harder kiss and renewed moans from Dave.  When his climax no
longer controlled him, he broke our kiss.

	"Keep fuckin' me," I begged.  "I love cumming this hard
without touching my cock."

	He resumed his speed and depth, causing another huge climax
wave to crash over me.  I held his muscular ass hard against my bootie.  I
needed this hot man deep inside me, spooging my hole, and making me
cum more.

	But, climaxes don't last forever.  Reluctantly, Dave pulled out.
He looked down at the mess of cum on my face, neck, shoulders, chest,
and abs.  He started at my face cleaning me up.  By the time he reached
my still dripping dick, I'd moved him around to where I could suck on
his cum leaking monster.  Even though he'd just climaxed, his mighty
phallus was still at least 9" long.  I stroked it several times, being
rewarded with several thick, white drops of his ball honey.

	Dave sucked the last cum drops from my dick and rolled away.
"I feel like I need another shower after that romp," he smiled.

	"I've been licked clean, so I don't," I laughed.  I looked over at
him.  "You sure can fuck!  No wonder the twins wanted that big cock of
yours up their butts."

	"But, only you really get me hot, Mike."  We snuggled in and
slept until sometime in the middle of the night.  I was sleeping on my
stomach when Dave awoke with a piss hard-on.  My alabaster ass was
more than he could resist.  I got another load of hot Dave cream pumped
deep into my thirsty hole.

	We got up at the same time Friday morning (which was unusual.
Dave usually gets up after me).  But, this morning, he wanted to work on
a legal brief at home before going to the office and suffering through
endless interruptions.  However, he didn't consider my presence in his
plans.  Showering together is always a recipe for someone to get fucked.
My balls were full and needed draining.  His ass was high, round, and
bent over in front of me.

	I probed at his backdoor with my fat, mushroom dickhead.  He
glanced over his shoulder, then smiled.  He knew there was no way for
him to escape my dick (nor did he want to).  Applying a little lotion we
kept in the shower for just such "emergencies", he backed on to my horn.
His sigh of deep pleasure encouraged me to pull him hard against my
hips.  He twisted his head around and kissed me.

	"You are gonna get so fucked," I whispered.  But, Dave's
milking ass chute was more than a match for my urge to fuck.  In less
than two minutes, I was creaming his deep ass with my ball honey load.
Dave was whipping off a load by hand, so I continued fucking him after
I'd climaxed.  Just as he was about to cum (and his telltale signs were
always obvious), I pulled out of his ass, spun him around, and swallowed
as much of his jerking 11" cock as I could.

	My timing couldn't have been better.  As my lips closed over
the fat, black head, I tasted cum.  In another second, he bucked and
firehosed out a long rope of hot jism.  Three weaker ones followed, but I
still had to swallow twice to get it all.  How does this guy make so much
cum so fast?  He kissed me, sharing in my bounty.

	At 6:30, the twins arrived for dinner.  We talked about the
clinic, their work, and my work in public health.  Dave didn't have much
to offer as it was outside his experience, but he did ask some insightful
questions, always eager to learn more.

	By nine o'clock, Keith was eager to get fucked by everyone in
the room.  Who were we to deny the poor thing a heartfelt request like
that?

	Keith knew exactly what he wanted.  Dave's big dick was to go
up his ass, Keith eating Karl's ass, and me sucking Keith's dick.  Karl
was quick to note that my butt was in perfect position to be eaten, too.  I
smiled over my shoulder and raised my ass a little more.  Karl ate me out
as well as Keith was eating him.  And Dave started getting Keith ready
for his mighty sword with a hot rimming of his own.

	"I gotta fuck that tight, white ass," Karl insisted after eating my
butt for several minutes.  "It's just too purdy to only eat!"

	I wasn't about to be demure at a time like this.  I rolled off Keith
and on to my back.  My legs were in the air in a heartbeat.  "Grab a
condom," I urged.  "That fat 10" needs my deep ass!"  Karl pulled two
condoms from the end table and tossed one to his brother.

	"Thanks, Bro'," Keith said.  "Now, Dave, enough eatin'.  Time
for fuckin'!"  Dave smiled and rolled on one of his big condoms.  He
aimed at Keith's open backdoor and pressed hard.  Keith relaxed and let
him in.  "Fuck!  That feels so big!  And SO good!"

	I was thinking exactly the same thing when Karl's big headed
cock slid deeper into my eager, hungry hole.  "Fuck me, Karl.  Fuck me
DEEP!"

	"I can't go as deep as Dave does, but I'm gonna make you cum
when I do," he promised.  Rutting like animals, the foursome fucked and
screwed and hammered tight buttholes.  The bottoms had handsful of
bootie, driving fat dick deeply into our needy butts.  Dave was long-
dicking Keith, making sure that each withdrawal and plunge hit Keith's
savaged prostate.  Keith's moans and whimpers became shouts as his
climax hit him hard.

	But, like me on Thursday night, he was too focused on getting
fucked to jack his dick.  Cum streamed from his convulsing cock,
spraying himself and Dave in hot cream.  His shouts of climax hit his
twin hard.  Karl had exercised incredible control until then.  Now, he was
bucking and fucking hard into me.  Waves of climax washed over him,
squirting warm cum into the protective condom.  His fat dick felt good,
but not good enough to make me cum, yet.

	Dave was slamming Keith hard, getting as much pleasure as he
could while Keith was shooting.  With a final plunge, Dave came.
"Fuck!" he shouted and buried his fat, long prick rapidly.  His climax
waned and he pulled out.  He stripped off the condom, but Keith grabbed
it.

	"Does your cum taste as good as Karl's?" he asked the condom,
then drained it.  "YUM!  Just as creamy and nutty.  Love it!"

	"Keith's such a cum pig!" Karl laughed.  "Not that I'm far
behind."

	"Neither are we," I agreed, stripping off Karl's condom and
draining it.  I kissed Dave, sharing Karl's cum.  "Delicious, don't you
agree?"

	"Oh, yeah," agreed Dave.  "Lip smackin' good!"

	As our king-size bed can't accommodate four big men, the twins
slept down the hallway in one of the guestrooms.  But, at the crack of
dawn, they were back.  This time, they wanted to get more cum orally
and directly from the source.  Keith and I paired off, leaving Dave and
Karl of blow each other.  We started off slowly, but were all so eager to
drink a hot load of man cream, we only lasted a total of ten minutes.

	We kissed, sharing the twin's cum and the twins shared our cum
in a brotherly kiss.  It was as tasty as it was the night before.

	After showers, Dave fixed breakfast.  During breakfast, Dave
asked why they were in a condo, instead of a house.  They smiled
knowingly and Karl answered.

	"We've been thinking about a house since I started working for
Dr. Hartung.  The condo fees are eating us alive.  But, we haven't been
sufficiently inspired to go looking.  We aren't sure what part of town we
want to live in, nor how much we can comfortably afford."

	"You know this place is for sale," I pointed out.  "The yard sign
was pretty obvious when you drove up, wasn't it?"

	"It was," Keith answered, "but we'd be `house poor' if we got
something like this."

	"Don't be so sure," Dave responded.  "You have equity in your
condo that could help with a big down payment.  Sounds to me like you
don't really know what you could afford."

	"Our gay agent could help you with that, I'm sure," I added.

	They looked at each other and shrugged.  "Why not?" Karl said,
getting Keith's nod.  Dave handed him one of Scott's business cards that
was on the kitchen counter.

	"He's cute, low key, and very helpful," Dave suggested.

	"It wouldn't hurt to ask, I suppose," Keith agreed.

	"And I'm not trying to push you into this place," I cautioned.
"It may not be the right neighborhood or the right house for you."

	"Do you have a place picked out yet to move to?" Karl asked.

	"We have a contingent purchase on a place in Laurelhurst,"
Dave answered.  "We love it.  And the neighbors sound great.  We
already know one of the gay couples there."

	"That's way out of our league," Karl sighed.  "We'd love it
there, but way too much money for our petty cash salaries."

	"You may find a smaller house in the general area that would be
more your style," I allowed.  They hesitated.  "Give Scott a call.  I'm sure
you won't regret it."

	"Can't hurt," Karl agreed.  Keith nodded, again.

	After working out at the gym (where we saw Esteban, the big
dicked, short Cuban and Paolo, the shy Latino we'd bedded several
months ago, together), we discussed what we should do about Sunday
afternoon.  Making ourselves scarce would be easy.  We only had to
decide where.

	I suggested we call Robert and Gary, or Steve and Brad, or the
coaches.  He said it was time to visit his parents, maybe convince his
mom to invite us for dinner.  But, before we could decide, his dad called
inviting us over for dinner about 1:00 Sunday afternoon.  Also invited
were Opal's sister and her husband, and their son, Cousin Roger, and
Jim.  We immediately accepted, as we needed to catch up on what Roger
and Jim were up to.

	Sunday morning, we hit the gym about 11.  Although we got
propositioned by a couple of guys, we thought we'd better save it for
Roger and Jim.  Knowing how randy they are, we'd be getting it on with
them later in the afternoon or evening.

	After a delicious dinner, we adjourned to the living room and
watched football with Dave's dad and uncle, and Roger and Jim.  Opal
and Ernestine had family matters to catch up on and weren't the least bit
interested in the playoff games.  The truth be told, I wasn't all that
interested, either.  That is, until I saw a couple of hunks on the sidelines
with their helmets off.

	The network had the good manners to feature one of them in a
short clip.  It concerned how hard he practiced, how fast he was for a big,
white boy, and what a star this rookie was becoming.  I whispered to
Dave, "Remind me to ask the coaches about this one. WOOF!"  Dave
smiled and nodded.  He agreed with me.

	When the game was over (and I don't know who won, nor do I
care as neither team was one of my favorites), we had dessert and left.
But, Roger had talked to Dave at some point during the afternoon,
convincing him that we needed to go home with them.  Jim had
whispered the same thing to me.

	Roger and Jim lived together, now that Jim had graduated.
Their modest apartment was roomy, but spartan.  They'd been together
for less than a year, leaving them with few items of furniture.  "We're
saving our pennies for a condo or house," Roger apologized.  "We should
have enough for a down payment soon."

	"You have an agent to work with yet?" Dave asked.

	"No, we aren't that far along," Roger replied.

	"Talk to an agent," Dave instructed like an older brother.
"There are some great programs for first-time buyers that will get you
some good interest rates and low downs," he added.

	Jim and Roger looked at each other in surprise.  "I didn't know
that," Jim said.  "Can you recommend someone who knows about those
programs?"

	"I'm sure Scott knows about them; or if he doesn't, he'll find
out for you," Dave suggested.  "He's the guy who found our new place in
Laurelhurst for us."

	"That's way out of our price range," Roger corrected.  Jim
nodded in agreement.

	"That may be," I agreed.  "But, he knows of other
neighborhoods that'll be in your range.  And he'll give you a chance to
think about whether you want a condo or house."

	"I want a house," Jim said firmly.  "Condos just have increasing
condo fees that eat you alive."

	"I have a more open mind about the subject," Roger laughed.
"But, I may not get the chance.  Once this little number decides
something, he hardly ever changes his mind."

	"Here's his phone number," Dave said, handing Roger one of
Scott's business cards.  It was looking like Dave had become Scott's
business pimp.  "Call him?"

	"Okay," Roger agreed.  "But, I believe we have something else
in mind right now," he grinned.

	They led us into the single bedroom with a king-size bed in it
(taking up nearly all the floor space).  It was clear from the beginning
that Jim wanted Dave and I wanted Roger.  No one objected.  Roger was
so much like Dave: 11" cock, 6'3" tall, hot body, and moustache.  Even
though his dick wasn't as thick as Dave's, I knew I was in for a hot fuck.

	Jim, of course, was looking forward to having his butt stretched
by an equally long, but thicker cock to his lover, Roger.  His face was in
the pillow and his ass in the air.  Dave smiled down at him, rolled on one
of the large condoms that Roger uses, and slid easily up Jim's eager ass.
The extra thickness didn't bother Jim at all.  He groaned with pleasure as
Dave pressed ever deeper.

	Roger mounted me with similar ease.  Although he was less
muscled and had a skinnier dick, Roger was as handsome as his first
cousin, Dave.  If I didn't already have Dave, I'd have given Jim
competition.  Jim's furry chest was like mine, but I had a more muscled
physique.  Roger seemed to like that a lot.  Either that or the milking
action my ass muscles were doing on his hard dick.  In less than three
minutes, Roger was hammering my hole, yelling out his climax.  He
jetted out a jerking load that I could feel blasting into me.  Roger pulled
off the condom and emptied it into Jim's mouth.

	I moved behind Dave and started to eat out his ass.  Roger
dipped his still dribbling dick into Jim's mouth, then began sucking Jim's
cock.  The combination of Dave's big cock and Roger's oral skills thrust
Jim speedily over the edge.  Roger's throat swallowed twice as Jim
gargled out his last waves of climax.

	But, neither Dave nor I had cum.  We didn't really care that we
hadn't.  We'd entertained our hosts, causing them pleasure.  That was
enough for us.  Besides, we enjoyed our version of lovemaking more
with each other than coupling with other men.  They tried to convince us
to fuck them again or let them suck us off, but we declined.  We needed
to get home anyway to see what success there may have been with
Scott's open house.

	Arriving home, there was a note from Scott urging us to call him
immediately.  Dave dialed the number while I hung our jackets.

	Dave smiled.  "You're welcome, Scott," he said.  "And we
suggested to my cousin and his boyfriend that they contact you as well."
He paused.  "So, how'd the open house go?  Uh huh, yes, good!  Thanks,
Scott.  I'll tell Mike.  Night."

	"So," I asked anxiously, "How'd it go?"

	"He thanked us for setting him up with the twins," he began.

	"That wasn't the question," I grinned, knowing he was putting
me off deliberately.

	"Big success," Dave smiled.  "We can expect at least two offers
in a couple of days!"

	"YES!" I exulted in a Tiger Woods gesture.

	The phone rang.  Dave picked it up.  He grinned broadly.  "Hi,
Joe!  Great to hear from ya."  He paused listening.  "Yeah, sure, we still
expect you to be here.  When will you be arriving, what flight?"  He
scribbled down the information.  "And Joe, we have such a deal for you."
Dave described Junior to him, then added, "But, you'll have to go
through us to get to him.  Junior won't be in town until late Sunday.  As
you'll be getting here Friday night, you'll have to put up with us fuckin'
your hot ass."  Dave laughed at Joe's response.  "Count on it, Hunk!"
With only a few more words of idle chatter, Dave hung up.

	"Our next weekend guest," I smiled.  "I'd nearly forgotten about
Joe in all the commotion about the new house.  It'll be great to see him
again.  I know I'm gonna love pounding that ass of his again."

	"That's what he's looking forward to," Dave laughed.  "Tag
team fucking!  Now, I should call Junior and tell him that his weekend is
confirmed and find out when he'll be here."  He called, but Junior wasn't
in.  Dave left a message, telling him about Joe's promised arrival, and
asking when Junior would be in.

	"If nothing else," I smirked, "we'll have Joe stretched out for
that monster Texas Torpedo."

	"I don't think Joe will be concerned about taking a big dick like
Junior's.  The man's a natural bottom and wants only the bigger things in
life.  You know the type."

	"Yeah, but, he'll want more than just a big dick, if he wants a
true relationship out of it.  And," I pointed out, "there is the problem of
geography."

	"At least, he'll get a couple of hot fucks out of it.  That's worth
the trip.  Besides seeing us, of course," he amended with a toothy grin.

	Monday afternoon, Scott called me at the office.  "Great news!"
he nearly shouted.  "We have three offers on the house.  I'm only going
to present one of them to you tonight.  I told the other two that you had a
better offer and they'd have to do better, or withdraw their proposal.
That assumes that you and Dave are available this evening."

	"Yeah, I'm sure we will.  What time did you have in mind?"

	"How about between 7:00 and 7:30?  That'll give you a chance
to unwind and have dinner."

	"And get to the gym, too," I added.

	"That, too."

	At 7:10, Scott was presenting the offer with the agent
representing the potential buyer.  It was a full price offer, cash!  We had
48 hours to accept or reject the offer.  Scott had warned me not to jump
on any offer that was presented, but to let it sit for a day (in case
something else came along that was better).  When the buying agent
departed, Scott said, "Thanks for holding out.  The other two prospective
buyers came in at a couple thousand under full price.  I know at least one
of them really wants this place.  They love the yard work that Dave has
done."  Dave beamed.  "I wouldn't be surprised if one of them offers
more than full price."

	"Sounds like a bidding war.  Is that legal?" I asked.

	"Yes!" they both said.

	As promised, Tuesday night, we had two more offers at $3,000
and $5,000 over asking price.  Again, Scott had let the full price offerer
know that other, higher bids were being submitted.  So, he increased his
bid to $10,000 over asking price.  Again, we delayed.  Wednesday
brought another offer from the $5,000 over offerer.  This time, they were
willing to go $15,000 over.  We were getting dizzy and giddy.  At
$20,000 over full price, plus reimbursing us for the cost of our move
across town (as a "gift" for tax purposes), bidding ceased from other
buyers.  We signed with the original full price offerer for $20,000 over
asking price, plus moving costs.  "That landscaping really did the trick.  I
had no idea it would make that much of a difference.  The `comps' just
weren't there," Scott explained.

	I was delighted.  I had no idea we'd get that much out of the
house.  It gave us more to put in as a down payment and reduced our
payments by $170 per month.  We could always use the extra as "play
money" or additional trips to Costco!

	With that burden off my shoulders, I was eager to greet Joe at
the airport and fuck his brains out the entire weekend, not having to
worry about agents wanting to show the house at an "inconvenient" time.

	We'd been so anxious about the sale that we'd not had sex for
three days.  Thursday night's signing was like a dam bursting.  We
fucked each other nearly to death, fucking and cumming three time each.
We decided not to go to work Friday (because we hadn't gotten any
sleep).  We went out to breakfast (which included mimosas) to celebrate.
After hitting the gym in mid-afternoon (and turning down a couple of hot
men with promises of rain checks), we dashed home, tossed workout
clothes in the laundry, checked the internet for the timeliness of Joe's
flight, and headed out to the airport.

	Joe's flight was a few minutes early.  He had only carry-on
baggage, so he was standing at the curb just as we were pulling up.  We'd
allowed some extra time, as rush hour was always unpredictable, but it
hadn't been enough.  Joe had been waiting only five minutes, though.
We threw his bag in the trunk and left for home.  He looked even more
delicious than when we'd left him in Las Vegas.  His wide shoulders and
thick, furry chest showed off in his lightweight shirt.  Joe's round,
muscled, bubble butt looked better than ever.

	He was laughing as he told us that one of the flight attendants
had hit on him shortly after take-off, but the plane had been close to
capacity, so he never got another chance to chat with her (not that he was
interested).  However, one of the other passengers was eager to fill that
void.  He'd gotten a phone number and name.  Extracting it from his
pocket, he said, "Ray Stocker" and a phone number.

	"That's Robert's brother, Gary's honey," Dave said excitedly.
"Big dude, about 6'7", he plays basketball, but looks like a fullback, big
ol' dick, and a top, if I recall?"

	"He did mention he was an athlete, but didn't go into any
details," Joe said.  "However, I know he's got a real THICK cock.  I felt
it through his tight pants!  And again when we were getting baggage out
of the overhead bins.  His dick was planted right in my ass crack when I
bent over to get my wheeled carry-on situated.  Sounds like you know
him."

	"Only had the pleasure once, I think," Dave recalled.  "Real
thick cock, eh?  He and your cousin Larry were fucking for a while,
weren't they, Mike?"

	"Yeah, they were.  But, Larry can't keep `em.  He's got a
wandering eye for the next big dick," I admitted.

	"So, the coast is clear for me, then!" Joe laughed.

	"Excuse me, but I was under the impression that your `dance
card' was full this weekend?" I interjected in mock petulance.

	"It is, Mike," Joe smiled.  "Full of your big dicks.  This one's
for future play," he added, waving the slip of paper with Ray's number
on it.  "You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this
weekend.  I need it BAD!  I haven't had anyone since you guys were in
Vegas.  But, I'll need a shower first.  Planes are always too hot for me."

	"We just got back from the gym, so we're ready for you when
you are," Dave grinned into the rearview mirror.  "You know you're
gonna get tag team fucked like we did at your apartment?"

	"I'm counting on it," Joe retorted.  After his shower, Joe
bounced on to the bed on all fours.  "Dave beneath me in a 69, Mike
behind me, let's fuck!"  And that we did.  For the next hour, Dave and I
traded places frequently.  Eating Joe's ass, fucking him, sitting on his
face, or sucking him off, we were busy.  His broad, muscled back
complemented his round, furry ass.  His thick, hairy chest tapered to a
very fat 7" Italian cock.  With everyone cumming twice, we were ready
for another shower and dinner.

	Joe said he'd fix dinner, if we'd show him where everything
was.  "I'm an excellent Italian cook, if you like Italian food, that is," he
bragged.  We love it!  And we had all the ingredients he needed.  The
chicken parmegiana and fresh lemon fettuccini (sent by a friend from San
Diego who bought it at Assenti's Pasta on India Street) with a light
alfredo sauce were incredible.  It was almost as good as sex.  Almost!  A
light chardonnay wine accompanied the meal.

	We had to reward Joe for his exquisite cooking skills with
another double round of fucking him.  He sighed contentedly, snuggled
into my chest (and Dave's big dick still in his ass), and drifted off to
sleep.  In the middle of the night, a thick 7" cock sliding into his ass
awakened Dave.  He moaned with pleasure at the pleasant stretching and
furry chest on his back.  For a moment, he thought I was fucking him, but
I'm not as thick in the dick as Joe is.

	Of course, I couldn't allow this duet to continue without it
becoming a trio.  I lubed up Joe's well-fucked bootie and plugged in.  He
was anxious for me to pound him hard as he did more backing into me
than he did thrusting into Dave.  Joe's unbelievably talented ass had me
cumming in under a minute.  His urgent hammering of Dave's ass ceased
in less than another 20 seconds.  Dave was contented to be the bottom of
the dog pile.

	But, when dawn broke, Dave was atop Joe again, giving as well
as he took earlier.  I was happy to sit on Joe's face while he lapped at my
pucker and got fucked.

	When we got up and hit the big shower in the bedroom, Joe
reminded us of what he said in Las Vegas.  "You sure you don't need a
house boy or yard boy?" he laughed.  "I could sure use the sex!"
Although his offer (as last time) was a tempting one, we declined.

	After breakfast, we took him on a tour of town, stopping at
several points of interest (including the pointing out the gay bars), and
making sure it included the new neighborhood we'd soon live in.  Lastly,
we stopped in front of the house we'd bought.

	"Hmmm," considered Joe.  "Like most of the established
neighborhood, they've allowed the plantings to get too large for their
setting.  Several of those shrubs need to be pruned back severely or
ripped out.  You dudes have any ideas of what you want your yard to
look like?  Seasonal flowers, openness, that sort of thing?"

	"Haven't even thought about it," I confirmed.  "Have you
Dave?"

	"Not much.  This isn't the season that much happens and
nothing is blooming other than some confused rhodies or azaleas that
were too close to Christmas lights.  Of course, there is the occasional
early camellia and snow drops like at the neighbors," Dave pointed out.

	"Well, in my opinion," Joe continued, "that camellia and those
arborvitae must go.  They are strangling everything around them.  They
don't add a damned thing to the balance of the yard.  And that gawd
awful laurel hedge would be history in my yard.  They're very high
maintenance and smother everything nearby.  But, it isn't my place, so
I'd better keep my mouth shut."

	"No!  Please continue," I asked.  "What do you think, Dave?"

	"I hadn't thought anything about what I wanted the yard to
eventually look like.  But, now that Joe mentions it, the yard does need
BIG help."

	"So, invite me back," Joe smiled.  "I'll measure things up, make
some suggestions of what needs to be torn out or cut back and what
should replace it.  All nice stuff, mostly native, and LOW maintenance."

	"My kinda yard," Dave agreed.  "That's one of the reasons we
liked this house.  The footprint of the house on the lot is very large,
leaving little yard to mess with."

	"We could always knock on the door and ask if we could take
some measurements now," I suggested.

	"Ooh!  Bad idea, Lover," Dave corrected.  "Three fags arrive on
her doorstep.  Her husband's been fucking around with other guys.  What
do you think she'll say."

	"Oh, yeah," I said sheepishly.  "Forgot that little detail."

	"Oh, I love a scandal," Joe chimed in.  "DO tell me more!"

	"Not a lot that we know," Dave said.  "The boys down the street
tell us that he was fuckin' around with another couple of gay boys who
lived next door to him.  As far as we know, she doesn't know who, just
that he did."

	"Quite the gay ghetto you've got going here," Joe laughed.
"Peyton Place has nothin' on this street."

	"While we're in the neighborhood, we should drop in on Gary
and Robert," Dave suggested.  "Let me call first to see if they're decent."

	Joe laughed at that.  "If they aren't, let's invite ourselves
anyway.  They hot?"

	"Oh, fuck, YES!" I blurted out.  "Gary's this hot college
football player, gorgeous face and body, big dick, round fuckable ass.
And his lover, Robert, is a pro football player.  Big dude about 260
pound of muscle.  And, delightfully enough, another black/white
couple."

	"The truth be told, they're both versatile, which doesn't do you
a lot of good, Joe," Dave laughed, still waiting for a connection.  "Hm.
Doesn't seem to be anyone home."  He broke the connection.  "Probably
fucking and didn't want to answer the phone."

	"So, let's head back home, get our workout bags, and then do
lunch," I suggested.  Getting nods of agreement from Dave and Joe, we
drove home.

	At the gym, Joe used his Las Vegas membership to get into our
gym.  The trainer at the front desk checked him in (checking him out),
then smiled at us.  We knew that he'd have to check him out in the locker
room as well.  His timing was exceptional.  Just as Joe removed his
shorts, the trainer came in and asked which of the Las Vegas gym sites he
liked the most for working out.

	Joe smiled up at him.  "There's a new one in a strip mall by my
house.  New equipment and friendly people convinced me to join there."
The guy from the desk didn't hear the response as he was drooling over
Joe's hot, daddy body.  "This place is nearly as friendly, it seems," Joe
smiled, bending over and nearly shoving his ass in the guy's face.

	"Damn!" the trainer said under his breath, but loud enough for
us to hear.  "What a fuckin' hot ass!"

	"That's what it likes best," Joe brazenly responded.

	The trainer looked at him quizzically.  "You're a bottom?!"

	"Oh, yeah," Joe nearly moaned.  "A big cock in my ass is better
than anything."

	"You into gettin' fucked in the sauna?" the trainer whispered.
"Like, now?"

	"Is it big enough to satisfy?"

	"Eight inches and thick!"

	Dave and I were taking this all in.  They were hot for each other,
that much was clear.  And if Joe wanted to fuck instead of workout, that
was okay with us.  He looked over at us.  I nodded.  "Go for it," Dave
smiled.

	Joe pulled a condom and lube from his gym bag.  "If we don't
have an audience, you can fuck me as long as you can keep it hard," Joe
grinned.  He grabbed a towel and sauntered over to the sauna.  The
trainer ripped off his clothes and joined him in under a minute.

	Twenty minutes later, Joe joined us in the weight room.  "Nice
cock and a great lay," Joe summarized in a stage whisper.

	"Yeah, we know," I smiled back.  "We've enjoyed him before."

	"Incredible body, and knows how to keep fuckin' without
cumming," Joe added.  "If it hadn't been so damned hot in there, we'd
have kept at it longer.   And the probability that we'd get interrupted was
weighing on us, too," he sighed.

	"Why not get his number and fuck with him later?" Dave asked.

	"You wouldn't mind?" Joe smiled lasciviously.

	"This is your holiday, Joe," Dave said.  "You can fuck with
whomever you wish.  We've already had a great time in bed with you, so
it isn't like you've ignored us.  The only thing you have to do is be back
at the house by Sunday noon, so you can get acquainted with that 12"
Texas Torpedo."

	Joe grinned.  "Wouldn't miss that monster cock for anything."
He sprinted over to the front desk and talked to the trainer for a few
minutes.  He returned with a big smile.  "He's off in another hour and has
plans on fucking me all night long," he crowed.  "But, I still think it's
tacky of me to dump you two hunks for this hot number."

	"Joe," I said, "you're single, we aren't.  You're the one looking
for a man to fuck you senseless on a regular basis.  That can't be with us.
We're taken."

	"Still," he paused, "it doesn't seem right to not be dancin' with
the boys that brought me."

	"New meat in a new town, Joe," Dave said.  "You need to take
advantage of that."

	We worked out for another 30 minutes, spotting Joe on his
weightlifting when asked.  Several of our friends asked us if we knew Joe
and how could they get to know him (horizontally).  They were all
bottoms, so we politely told them that his visit was a short one and he
was already very busy.  But, we'd let him know of their interest.  They
were unhappy about that, but understood (after a fashion).  Joe didn't
help matters with his lecherous looks in their direction.  But, after we
mentioned their preferences, his interest waned.

	With about 20 minutes to go before the trainer was off duty, the
coaches joined us.  Immediately, they wanted to know all about Joe.
Introductions were made, but I warned them that Joe was already "busy"
today and most (if not all of tomorrow).

	Joe solved that problem.  "How about now?" he grinned.  "We
have almost 20 minutes before Trevor gets off work."

	They jumped at the chance.  However, the best-laid plans don't
necessarily get Joe laid.  The sauna was busy.  A couple of straight guys
were talking about the playoffs on Sunday, and tried to engage the
coaches in their discussion.  They were polite, but not interested in their
conversation.  The showers were too busy as was the locker room, so
nothing seemed to be working.  Exasperated, they finally left the sauna.
In the showers, they copped a few feels, but didn't get any hard cocks in
Joe's eager ass.

	Trevor found Joe in the showers with the coaches.  "Thought I
might find you in here with these perverts," Trevor whispered.  "Can't
trust these guys an inch," he grinned.  "Get your butt outta there, Joe.
It's mine for the rest of the day."  He tossed Joe his towel.  "My dick
may not be as big, but I'm better in bed."

	"Says you!" Randy laughed.

	"Joe's not comparison shopping today," the trainer responded.
"Prey on some other newbie."  He whisked him out of the showers and
stood with him at Joe's locker.  Trevor wanted him BAD!  With a smile
and a jaunty wave, Joe left with Trevor.

	"Just be back by noon tomorrow," I called after them.

	We joined the coaches in the showers.  "One hot man," Chuck
said.  "You sure he's a bottom?"

	"Oh, yeah," I laughed.  "Love's ridin' dick!"

	"He knows how to be a top, but knows what he likes, too," Dave
added.  "You'll just have to settle for us."

	"We're always up for that," Randy agreed.  "But, we'll have to
make it fast.  We have a coaches meeting in 30 minutes."

	"Is the sauna free?" I asked.

	"It wasn't a moment ago.  A couple of breeders were talking up
the games this weekend," Randy sighed.  "So, you know now that we
didn't connect with Joe."

	"Just as well," Dave said.  "He's gonna bottom for Trevor for
the rest of the day.  And I know Trevor's one hot top with a lot of staying
power."

	"By the way," I interjected, "Dave tells me that the team is
looking for a new strength coach."  They nodded.  "When are the
interviews and how widely are the casting the net?"

	Randy looked at Chuck.  "Uh, I think it's open now to anyone
wanting to apply.  You have someone in mind?"

	"A guy from Las Vegas.  He's one of the security guards at the
Bellagio Art Gallery.  He has a degree in art history and is an awesome
bodybuilder.  I know he holds several titles in his class," I added
hopefully.

	"I really don't know what they're grading on," Chuck said.
"Strength coaches you don't find by canvassing the local college
graduates with a degree in that."

	"But, I'm sure they'll be looking for someone with some
training and understanding of physiology," Randy added.

	"Gene's a hot number," Dave revealed.  "He's about 6'7", big
cock, and loves to get fucked.  He's a huge man."

	"We'll interview him!" Chuck lustily agreed.

	"The kind of position you have in mind doesn't pay well," Dave
laughed.  "He's coming up for a visit in mid-February.  Will that be too
late?"

	The coaches looked at each other and shrugged.  "Beats me,"
Randy said.  "But, we'll be sure to ask how long the recruiting will be
open today at the coaches meeting.  As far as I know, there's no `hero'
lined up for the job."

	"Give us a call, so we can call Gene.  I think this may be right
up his alley," I asked.  "And any hints on what they're looking for would
be helpful, too."

	"Okay," Chuck agreed.  "But, in the meanwhile, I see that our
friends have vacated the sauna.  How about a hot ride on my ass?"

	Randy nodded.  "I need a fat dick in my ass, too.  Mike?"

	"You know me," I grinned, grabbing his ass.  "I never turn
down a hot, round, black ass when it's offered."

	"I guess that means I'll have to pump your furry butt, Chuck,"
Dave concluded, patting Chuck's ass and slipped a couple of fingers
down Chuck's ass trench.  "But, you know how I get.  Gotta eat it first."

	"Yeah," Randy agreed.  "That's what I need, too."

	The coaches moved into the sauna, climbing to the second tier
of benches, and bending at the waist.  They looked over their shoulders
and grinned.  "Dinner!" Randy chortled.

	"Eat me, Big Man!" Chuck urged.  "You gotta get that tongue
deep, so you can fuck me REAL deep!"

	"And don't be too long munchin' on my ass, Boy," Randy
murmured, handing me a condom.  "I need a good fuckin'."

	I licked and chewed on his ass, getting Randy so hot for cock
that I knew I wouldn't need any lube.  His big football player ass would
suck me right in.  I rolled on the condom and aimed at his butthole.
Pressing my fat dickhead against the opening, I leaned over his back.
"This what you have in mind, Coach?" I snarled.  My cock shot forward,
spearing him with all but the last inch of my 9" impaler.  Randy tried
vainly to get away from the hard shaft in his tight ass.  I stayed with him,
then ground in the last thick inch.  "Fuckin' HOT hole, Randy!" I
breathed in his ear.

	"Fuck, Boy!  You sure knew what I needed," Randy said
grasping my buried cock with his talented chute.  "Now, fuck the shit
outta me.  I gotta nut something terrific!  I haven't cum since yesterday."

	"You heard the man, Dave.  Fuck it!" Chuck agreed, directing
his need to Dave who was still rolling on the oversized condom.  "My
hole's open and ready for business.  THIS business!" he insisted,
grabbing Dave's lubed condom, and cramming it up his ass.  "Shit!  That
monster's big!" he added as more of Dave's 11" black pipe rocket up his
eager butt.  Although he was used to Randy's 13", getting 11" of dick all
at once is still a shocker.

	I pulled off Randy's back and leaned over to kiss Dave.  "Let's
fuck these pansy asses like they've never been fucked before," I brutally
suggested.  "You know they'll love it."

	"Like this, you mean?" Dave agreed in the same tone.  He
shoved the rest of his 11" spike inside Chuck and ground it in.

	"Oh, FUCK!  That feels so GOOD!" Chuck said in a hush.
"Fuck me, Dave!  Hammer that hole!" he added, stroking his hard dick,
and backing more on to Dave's thick semen launcher.

	"Fuck, YEAH!" Randy agreed as I harpooned him with fast,
long strokes.  "Feels fuckin' awesome.  Your dick grow, Mike?  It feels
like a fuckin' pipe in there."  He was flailing on his 13" scimitar,
stringing precum everywhere.  "Fuck me, Man!  I'm gonna cum.  Fuck
the shit outta that black asshole!  FUCK!"

	I jackhammered his butt, trying to hit his prostate as hard and
fast as I could.  I wanted him to enjoy this climax as much as I knew I
would.  His ass chute squeezed hard, then again.  He bellowed once, and
beat off in a blur.  Cum rocketed out of his horsedick and sprayed several
feet of wooden bench.

My climax was still building, so I was fucking him hard and
fast.  I grabbed his solid hips with both hands and pulled him hard on to
me again and again.  This was going to be a big climax.  Nearly
everything on me tingled.  In one huge rush, I started to cum.

	I was so overwhelmed by my climax, I couldn't verbalize at all.
I thrashed on Randy's back, bucking, fucking, ramming as hard and fast
as I could into his eager hole.  Randy's climax was hitting its peak as I
began to unload into the condom.  His body twisted and spasmed beneath
me, almost like he was trying to dismount me.  But, with one hand
flogging his spitting cock and the other on my ass, urging me deeper and
faster, I knew I was in the saddle for a great ride.

	Dave and Chuck were having the same mating troubles.  Dave
had him in a bear hug, grinding his long dong deeply into the coach.
Chuck was used to more inches, but not as brutal as Dave was doing it.
He was totally out of control, breeding a favorite mare with his horsecock
and thick dick honey.  Dave's climax hit him so hard that he was
squeezing the air out of Chuck's lungs with his bear hug.  The lack of
oxygen only made Chuck's climax hit him harder than ever.

	First to squirt his baby sauce was Dave.  His roar of climax was
probably heard in the weight room.  Chuck backed up hard on to Dave's
piston, stroking rapidly his own fat dick.  "Give me that cum, Man!"
Chuck begged.  "Breed that asshole!"

	With a final jerk, I pulled out of Randy's ass.  Randy rolled into
a sitting position in front of me.  Chuck's last squirt shot hard against the
bench beneath him with a splat.  Dave remained deeply rooted in
Chuck's asshole, still spasming and muttering incoherently.  His hips
continued on automatic, fucking the coach beneath him.

	Randy smiled.  I followed his gaze.  Three men were standing
outside the glass sauna door, whipping the last shots of cum against the
door glass.  Creamy cum ran downwards in several places where they'd
shot hard and frequently against the hot surface.  Randy applauded
lightly.  The men outside smiled back and applauded back.

	I was mortified.  This wasn't meant to be a public exhibition.
However, considering the reputation of the coaches (and what ours were
rapidly becoming), I shouldn't have expected less.  And with Dave's
climax bellow, I should have been surprised that we hadn't attracted a
larger crowd.  This would be talked about for days by other denizens of
the gym and sauna.

	Dave looked over his shoulder to follow our stares.  He
immediately pulled out of Chuck's ass.  The stretched condom was full
of white cream.  Dave's massive dick throbbed and waved at the
audience.  I could see them mouth, "Damn or fuck!" staring at his 11"
monster.  Dave could only smile sheepishly and wave back at them.  He
stripped off the condom, opened the door, and passed it to them.

	One of them grabbed it and upended the condom, drinking
deeply.  Another came inside and went down on Dave, getting more
drops of cum and cleaning his cock to the root.  He was an obviously
talented cocksucker.  The third guy only smiled at us and hit the showers.
The cocksucker was keeping Dave's dick deep in his throat, avoiding the
sensitive head, but licking and sucking on the root as much as he could
before having to pull off to take a breath.

	"Hot, fuckin' dick, Man," he finally said.  "You need this beauty
deep-throated to an awesome climax, I'm your man," he bragged.

	Dave could only smile.  "I'll keep it in mind."  The guy wasn't
half bad.  He was about 40, a good body, thinning hair, a nice ass and a
decent sized dick.  From the amount of cum running down the door, it
looked like he came a lot, too.  I'd have to remember him.

	"And the same goes for the rest of you," the guy added.  We
nodded our thanks and he left.

	"Well, we seem to have made a spectacle of ourselves," Dave
sighed.

	"I'm surprised the whole gym wasn't watching the way you
bellowed out your cum, Dave," Chuck laughed.

	Dave darkened with embarrassment.  "I sorta forgot myself.  A
lesson learned," he added.

	"I didn't mind," Randy said.  "It just might get us more bed
partners, ya know.  We aren't exactly the poster boys for bottoms."

	"True enough," I agreed.  "Any one of those three guys could be
fun in bed."

	"Water under the bridge," Dave sighed.  "Nothing to be done
about it now."

	We left the sauna and showered.  The coaches promised again to
find out what was going on with the strength coach recruiting, and call
us.

	Dave drove us home and we made lunch.  While it was being
prepared, we talked over which moving company to get to move us, and
about taking time off to make sure it got done right.  I knew of a gay
moving company in town that did good work (from what I'd heard), so I
called them.  They were closed on the weekend, but would call us back.
I left a number and hung up.

	A blinking light on the answering machine caught my attention.
Junior had called to confirm his flight time and that we'd be picking him
up.  If there was a problem, we were to call him at a number he gave us.
As there wasn't a problem (except for Joe getting back on time), I didn't
call him back.

	Later, in the evening, Randy called.  "Thanks for the awesome
fuck, Mike," he began.  "I haven't been fucked that good in a long time."

	"It felt good to me, too," I laughed.  "And you had that look
today that told me you needed to be fucked really hard."

	"You read me well.  I was over-the-edge on need," he affirmed.
"Dave okay?"

	"Oh, yeah.  He'll be fine.  He still has issues of airing his
laundry in front of everyone.  But, I think he'll be a little more careful in
the future on where he does it."

	"That'd be a shame if he stopped fucking at the gym," Randy
sighed.  "That's fun there.  And most of the management and trainers are
gay, too."

	"I think he's okay with that, just not okay with an audience.  I
think he wants to post a guard or something like that."

	Randy laughed.  "Well, he is right in a way.  We could have all
been kicked out if the wrong guys had found us fucking in there.  Like
those two breeders that were in there before us.  I'm sure they'd have
turned us in.  And the club would have to do something about it, like toss
our collective butts out," he warned.

	"I'll mention it to Dave, just so we're all singing from the same
page," I promised.  "By the way, what news on the strength coach?"

	"Oh, yeah.  That's the reason I called," Randy laughed.  "The
recruitment is still going on.  They don't expect to have interviews until
well into February, if not March.  A final decision isn't expected until
May or so."

	"Okay, that works," I mused.  "What about buzz words they're
looking for on the resumes or applications?"

	"They're taking resumes," Randy revealed.  "Have him include
his classes, competitions, coaching or training of others, and where he
placed in the competitions, too.  That impresses some of the guys who
are looking for a special kinda coach.   And as we said, they'll want to
see coursework in physiology or sports medicine."

	"Still no `heroes'?" I asked.

	"None that they mentioned."

	"Okay, I'll call Gene and tell him."

	I told Dave of my conversation with Randy about the sauna.  He
was still contrite about it, but repeated, "A lesson learned.  We'll be far
more careful in the future."

	Gene was delighted to hear about the strength coach position
opening with the team.  That was just the sorta job he was looking for.
He'd been a trainer for a year at one of the local gyms in Las Vegas and
has had private clients off and on since.  He'd also been taking refresher
courses in sports medicine at the local college at night.  These
supplemented the course work he had in college as a minor to go with his
art history major.  His professors thought it was an odd combination, but
given his incredible body, they completely understood.

	The following morning, Dave molested me in the shower.
That's kinda like raping the willing.  It's more accurate to say that I
sucked his dick until I got it hard, then backed up on it.  I was so hot to
be fucked that I just held on to his butt, as he buried his 11" hammer
deep inside me.  He fucked hot, creamy cum into my asshole, making me
squirt my load on to the shower floor.  We both needed the release and
the reclaiming.

	Poor Joe came back totally fucked out.  He arrived in time for
breakfast (which he wolfed down), but was exhausted.  They'd fucked all
night long, only napping for 15 to 20 minutes at a time before going at it
again.  He desperately needed a long nap before Junior arrived.  As
Junior's plane wasn't due until 5:30, we let him sleep.



Will Joe be able to take on that foot-long Texas Trout after Trevor's all
nighter?  They gonna cool it at the gym?  What do you think?  NOT!!
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