Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 14:44:49 -0700
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 57

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			      BLACK AND WHITE


			 Chapter 57 -- Sacramento

	Sunday was rainy, again.  But, our impromptu brunch (after the gym,
chest day) was well attended.  Joe, Ray, Robert, Gary and the coaches were
working out with us, so they were invited, along with Mark and Nick from
next door.  Kurt and Gene put in an appearance after they'd fucked
themselves into a lather.  The gym had gotten them hot, sweaty, and horny.
Licking the sweat and male scents from each other led to deeply plunging
dicks up hungry buttholes.

	Their tardiness was greeted with good-natured ribbing.
"Newlyweds," Randy snorted.  "Can't keep their dicks in their pants more
than a minute before they gotta fuck, again."

	"Like, we were never that bad?" Chuck laughed.  Randy smiled back
at him.  He knew they were probably worse.

	Brunch was mostly leftovers from last night's party, including
champagne mimosas.  It almost seemed a sacrilege to use such good champagne
as a mixer.  But, the bottles had been opened, so there was no point in
allowing the champagne to go flat.  Dave added omelets with all kinds of
mysterious ingredients that had once been canapes.  But, they were
delicious.  We ate like starved men, demolishing everything laid before us.

	After we sent everyone home, Gene took Kurt back to the dorms, so
he could study.  He promised to pick him up in time for dinner and an
all-evening fuck session.  He would have suggested an all nighter, but knew
Kurt needed the rest before his finals.

	I called Brad and asked him to get us airline tickets for
Sacramento next weekend and Salt Lake City the weekend after that.  I
wanted hotel suites in Salt Lake City for three couples, dinner
reservations for Saturday night at both locations as well as a chauffeured
limousine.  Although Carol's doctor has prescribed rest during her last
trimester, going out for dinner was not on the "don't do" list.  Brad
called back within two hours with all the reservations arranged.  We would
leave on Friday and come back on Monday each weekend.

	Joe suggested that he come back in April for additional time with
Ray as well as a week's worth of landscaping work that needed to be done in
our yard.  Dave offered to rip out the plants and shrubs that Joe had
targeted before Joe returned.  We upgraded some of the new plantings to
include young palm trees that could stand an occasional arctic blast, and
bedding plants.  We weren't sure what was in the ground and had yet to come
up, so we weren't fixated on flower beds as much as the larger shrubs and
trees.  With that in mind, we added a gate in the back fence, and
landscaping changes and fixes for Gene and Kurt's new home as a
housewarming gift from us.  Joe mentioned a price to do it all and we
accepted.

	Monday was another rainy day.  But, we made some people very happy
by presenting them with a large Cashier's check.  The amount was $1,250,000
and was donated on the condition that it remains anonymous.  The president
of the local chapter of the Komen Foundation was flabbergasted.  "Holy
SHIT!" she'd shouted when we asked to speak directly to her, and then
presented the check.  Her staff didn't know what to say after gushing out a
thousand thank-yous.  They made sure that their national headquarters knew
of the contribution.  Although they promised to keep it anonymous, the
chair of the Foundation insisted that she fly out and thank us personally.
Although they asked repeatedly why we'd chosen them, we couldn't say more
than a friend had suggested it.

	PFLAG squealed and carried on something dramatic.  But, what would
you expect from a bunch of gay men and women and their parents who'd been
presented with a windfall of $1,250,000?  Again, we had to remind them that
this was an anonymous gift and was to go for education and outreach,
especially to minors.  They thanked us profusely, trying to find some way
to recognize us for our generous gift.  However, any recognition would blow
our cover, so we declined each suggestion.

	"We have a banquet each year where we honor all those who have
contributed their time and money," the local chapter president (a
grandmotherly matron of indeterminate age) said.  "Please, come to that.
We won't be mentioning any amounts, but you must be there so we can thank
you."

	"Thank all the people who donate their time.  That's more valuable
than what we've donated," Dave smiled.  "But, we'll come as long as this
sizeable gift remains anonymous."

	"Yes, without them, we'd not exist," she allowed.  "But, your gift
gives us so much leverage to do other things that couldn't be done before."

	"I'm sure you'll do great things with it," I assured her.

	As we left the PFLAG office, Dave turned and said, "That's the
kinda place I feel I could do something as a volunteer.  I know that
communities of color have special issues with their gay youth.  Maybe, this
money and some volunteered time will do some good."  I nodded.  I'd been
thinking that I needed to spend some time there as well.  There were other
organizations that could use us as well, so we needed to be selective and
not get overwhelmed.

	"This money that we've gotten is because were gay, Dave," I pointed
out.  "Therefore, we should use it and our time in that direction.  You
could donate some of your time and legal expertise for gay men and women
who need legal assistance.  And I could volunteer at gay organizations,
which need accounting or bookkeeping services.  I wouldn't want to be their
full-time accountant, but I could surely help them set their books up and
review them occasionally."

	When we got back from the gym (back day), there was a call for us
from PFLAG.  They asked if we'd like to be board members on the Pacific
Northwest Region council.  "Such a generous donation should be shepherded
by the donor," she'd said.

	We thought about it, but delayed the decision.  We had other issues
we needed to address in the near term.  After a few months, we'd entertain
her request, again.

	Thursday, we helped Kurt and Gene move their household goods (what
they called their meager belongings) into the house behind us.  After
everything was put away, Gene insisted on feeding us.  Kurt entertained us
with tales of his college finals while Gene shopped for additional
ingredients for dinner.  Those stories only served to remind me that I
didn't miss college exams for an instant, nor did Dave, from the looks on
his face.  But, Kurt felt good about his tests (which meant, he probably
aced them).

	We made two trips around the corner to fetch something from our
house that Gene knew he had, but couldn't find for his dinner preparations.
"Just another reason that we need that gate through the fence between us,"
he smiled.  Pot roast with potatoes and vegetables cooked in the oven for
two hours was the main course.  Gene added a salad and lemon cookies to
round it out.  While the pot roast cooked, they welcomed us to their new
home by fucking both of us nearly to death.  Big cocks like theirs were
rare, but felt good.  Big muscle men, leaning over us, were a weakness for
Dave as well as for me, I discovered.  Watching their hard muscles bulge as
they slowly pistoned their fat, long dicks up our butts was unbelievably
satisfying.  They switched off twice before Gene came in my butt and Kurt
came in Dave's.  Dave and I sucked each other's nuts empty in a noisy 69 as
Kurt, then Gene, filled their condoms.

	"You should have been the first to fuck in your bedroom instead of
fucking with us," Dave sighed with satisfaction.

	"We did!" Kurt laughed.  "Every day, at least once.  Each room has
been officially deflowered.  I wasn't taking finals and studying all the
time, ya know."

	"I thought you were fucking all the time upstairs at our house," I
laughed.

	"We were," Gene smiled significantly.  "Those were the more
relaxed, comfortable, longer sessions.  We have far too much cum to fuck
and suck only there."

	After dressing, we helped with the last minute preparations for
dinner.  Over dinner, we found out that phone and cable service would be
installed tomorrow.  As Kurt was out of school for better than another
week, he'd be home when the installers arrived.  I was going to offer to do
that for them, but remembered we were headed to Sacramento tomorrow
morning, anyway.

	When we left for home, we asked them to keep an eye on our place,
picking up the mail and newspaper, while we were visiting Duane and Carol.
We'd be back Monday a little after noon.  "We'd offer to pick you up at the
airport Monday, but I'll have Kurt's car," Gene volunteered.  "Unless, of
course, I have a new car by then.  But, as I can't guarantee that we'll
have bought one by then, I can't promise anything.  However, you could give
me Duane's phone number in Sacramento, and we can call you if I get new
wheels."

	Dave didn't have Duane's number memorized, so he called Gene with
the number when we got home, as well as giving him Dave's cell phone
number, too.  "It'll be wonderful to have them as neighbors," Dave smiled.
"So handsome, built, hung, and so nice.  We could have done much worse."

	Friday was a blustery day, but the rain relented to occasional
showers.  I was looking forward to getting down to some sunshine and warm
breezes in Sacramento.  I wasn't disappointed.  It was sunny and nearly 70
degrees.  Duane met us at the airport, without Carol.  As their car was
small, I could see why she hadn't joined us.  But, before we could get to
the parking area, Duane pulled us into the first men's room he could find,
and blew us.  We jointly sucked down his load, too.  "Gawd!  How I've
missed the taste of your cum," he whispered when we left the "scene of the
crime."

	"You've been saving up, too, Duane," Dave smirked.  "That was a big
load you shot for us."

	"I haven't had sex in months," he lamented.  "Not with Carol in her
condition.  Doing myself releases some tension, but as soon as I knew you
were coming down, I stopped beating off."

	"You'd better chew some gum or get some mouthwash quickly, Duane,"
I suggested.  "You have cum breath!"

	He produced a packet of gum, offering us some (which we took),
then, took two for himself.  "Two big loads get two sticks of gum," he
laughed.

	The airport was 10 miles from town, "out in the sticks" as Duane
said.  But, it was close to the freeway, so we made good time getting back
into town.  Duane and Carol lived close to downtown in a restored
Victorian.  The old house had been divided into two condos.  As soon as the
babies arrived, they were going to move to a house out toward Citrus
Heights, which had a bigger yard, and larger bedrooms.  The commute would
be easier as Duane's job was out that direction, just off Interstate 80.

	Carol greeted us at the door with big hugs and kisses.  It was
difficult to hug her back, with that big, pregnant belly in the way.  We
tried to gallantly not notice her bloated condition.  "Big as a whale, and
I feel like it, too," she laughed.  "And these kids are kickin' me all the
time, day and night.  I don't think they ever sleep."

	"Just think of how active they'll be after they're born," Dave
grinned.  "Rather you than me!"

	"This may be all your fault, ya know!" she laughed.  "You and Mike
may be the daddies, so I'm gonna blame YOU!"

	"How soon before the wait is over?" Dave asked.

	"Around the first of May, but twins can happen anytime after six
months," Carol sighed.  "I hope they go full term, but I also don't want
this to drag out that long.  I'm already more than a little uncomfortable.
These guys are bruisers, now!  Their sharp elbows and knees are pummeling
me, too."

	"You'll look back at this and smile, AFTER it's over," I assured
her.  "But, right now, just do what your obstetrician says.  Take it easy,
relax, and keep the faith."

	"Easy for you to say," she sighed, again, as she waddled into the
living room and sat down heavily.

	"You had lunch yet?" Duane offered, changing the subject.  We shook
our heads to the contrary.  "Okay, lunch is coming up.  Anything special
you'd like, Carol?"

	She thought a moment.  "A big chef salad," she said with
determination.  "I think we have all the ingredients, too."

	"Sounds good to us, too, Duane," Dave spoke for both of us.  "What
can we do to help?"

	"Entertain Carol," he suggested, practically running into the
kitchen.

	"Ain't I a bitch," she sighed.  "This pregnancy has produced all
kinds of mood swings and I'm taking it out on poor Duane.  I'll have to
make it up to him in some way after this is all over."

	"This, too, shall pass," I encouraged.  "When the kids are born,
all of this won't matter.  Just hold on to that."

	"Thanks, White Boy.  I need to be reminded by someone other than
Duane and my doctor," she trembled.  "I just gotta listen to myself and
back off when I start in with the Bitch Goddess routine."

	"I know this is hard for you, Carol," Dave sympathized.  "But, this
is hard, not AS hard, for Duane, too.  He loves you and doesn't enjoy this
harpy aspect, either."

	Carol's eyes flashed.  "Of course, you're right," she said calmly.
"I just have to learn how to mellow out."

	"What can we do to help?" I asked.

	"Take Duane away for a day or two and have some fun," she
suggested.  "He hasn't been able to be more than My Man Friday for a couple
of months now.  I'm surprised that he comes home at nights after the way I
treat him sometimes."

	"But, what about you?" I pressed.  "You can't stay here alone."

	"I have a girlfriend just a couple doors down who's been offering
to stay and let Duane escape," she revealed.  "But, Duane wouldn't go.
Maybe with you, he'd go."

	"Lunch!" Duane yelled from the kitchen.

	Dave and I assisted Carol off the couch (with thanks) and followed
her into the dining room.  We could tell by how she walked and braced
herself that she was hurting.  The "baby" in front was causing a heavy
strain on her lower back.  She sat clumsily at the table, dropped a large
napkin over his stomach, and propped the salad bowl atop it.  "I find that
the table is too far away to reach, so I eat from my stomach," she laughed.
"But, I always have a big appetite.  This is yummy, Honey.  You know just
how I like it," she said kindly to Duane.

	"There's more if you want it," he smiled solicitously.  "I know
sometimes you feel like you can't eat much because the kids are kicking up
such a fuss.  You can munch on the rest of it in an hour or so when they
calm down."  He could read her discomfort like a textbook.  She smiled and
nodded.  They'd been through this before.

	"I was just telling the boys that you should run away from home for
a few days while they're here," she repeated into her salad.  "Beth can
watch me in case something happens or I need some help getting around."

	"You sure about this Carol?" he asked.  "I don't want to be
abandoning you when you need more help than ever."

	"Don't worry about it.  The break will do us both good," she
smiled.  "Go look through the paper for some of those weekend getaway
specials for Lake Tahoe or Reno," she suggested.  "It's late enough that
Donner Pass shouldn't be a problem.  You could drive up.  It's only a
couple of hours."  Duane looked unsure.  "Take the cell phone.  I can
contact you in a minute if I have to have you come back."

	"You sure?" he questioned again.

	She nodded.  "I'm sure."

	"We were going to take you to dinner tomorrow night, but I guess if
we can get back by Sunday afternoon, we can do it then," Dave suggested.
He handed his cell phone to me, so I could call Brad and tell him of the
change in plans.  Brad called back within the hour, telling me that changes
were made without difficulty.  Meanwhile, Duane had gassed up his car,
checked the newspaper for hotel/casino specials.  While I had Brad on the
phone, I asked him if he had access to any specials that would be better
than what were in the Sacramento Bee for South Lake Tahoe.  He said he
could upgrade us to an Executive King Suite at the Hyatt Regency for what
the newspaper was trumpeting for regular guest rooms at the same price.
He'd have to jump on it now as it was Friday afternoon and we wanted it
through Sunday noon.  I told him to book it and call us back with a
confirmation.

	Duane called Beth, confirming that she was okay with checking in on
Carol several times a day, including meal preparations.  Beth was delighted
to help.

	As we were approaching the Fair Oaks Exit off Highway 50, Brad
called to confirm our reservations at the Hyatt Regency in South Lake
Tahoe.  Traffic was pretty heavy all the way to the lake.  It seems that
many people from the Bay area had the same idea.  And this was Spring Break
for college students, so we were lucky to find anything available.
However, at those suite prices, those would be the last to go, anyway.

	Although Duane's car was small and somewhat underpowered, we made
it over the summit and into South Lake Tahoe with relative ease.  The valet
service took care of the car as we pulled our overnight bags from the
trunk.  Check in was simple.  The reservations desk didn't bat an eye when
they learned three men would use the suite.  Evidently, that wasn't
uncommon here.

	The instant we were in the room, Duane attacked us.  "Fuck me until
I can't walk.  Tag team me and dick me forever," he begged, ripping off his
clothes as well as ours.

	From a doggie style position, his beautiful ass beckoned us on to
the bed, his brown hands spreading his ass cheeks, showing us the winking
pucker buried between the muscular, round mounds.  Duane's full nuts and
hard dick swung invitingly between his firm legs.  "This butt's for you!"
he badly paraphrased the beer commercial.  Dave slipped between Duane's
legs (face up) and engulfed the 9" dripping dick to the root.  I straddled
Dave's broad chest and licked a long, wet line from Duane's big nuts to the
base of his spine.  Duane's pucker quivered at the tactile sensations of
slimy tongue spearing it.  I pulled his buttcheeks farther apart and dove
in.  He moaned, begging for more tongue as he slowly face fucked his older
brother.

	My legs slowly bent, bringing my ass closer to the floor.  But,
Dave was there to break my descent.  His upright, leaking 11" horsecock
rubbed against my butt, finding a deep crevice to push against.  I squatted
down farther, spreading my butt mounds, allowing his hungry dick to lube my
asshole with his precum.  The more I ate Duane's ass, the harder I sat on
Dave's upward thrusting rammer.  My gripping buttcheeks gripped and
relaxed, giving Dave a munching sensation on his shaft and dickhead.

	Dave moaned loudly around Duane's pistoning dick, joined by my
groans of pleasure at Duane's delicious hole and Dave's thick dick
threatening to open my ass with each lunge upwards.

	"Hey!" Duane laughed.  "You're supposed to be fuckin' my ass, not
Mike's!"

	"Mind your own business," I snorted into his wet hole.  Dave was
zeroing in on my hungry butthole.  The thick head was lubing it up well.
He positioned the big head carefully, squeezing more precum out against my
grasping back door.  He pushed gently and I sat down forcefully.  His
monster bulldick soared five inches into me in one thrust.  "FUCK!" I
roared, feeling his dickhead jerk inside me.

	"Am I ever gonna get fucked?" Duane wondered.  I'd stopped eating
his hole and concentrated on taking more of Dave's big dick up my eager
ass.

	"If Dave'll keep fucking me, I'll fuck you right now," I sighed
smiling.

	Dave ejected Duane's dick and pulled out of my ass.  He grabbed the
lube that we'd left on the floor, then, handed me a condom.  As I rolled it
on, Dave lubed me up.  I pushed Duane down on to the bed and mounted him.
Dave was immediately in me, all the way to the pubes.  I kissed Duane's
earlobes and whispered, "This is gonna be a short ride, Duane. My nuts are
about to boil over already.  Sorry."  I drove forward as deeply as my 9"
dick would go.  Duane sighed and grinned, grinding his ass back into me as
best he could with two men atop him.  He clamped his tight channel around
my throbbing dick and tugged on it with his ass muscles.

	The added stimulus of Dave's monster cock hitting my prostate at
precisely that moment shoved me hard over the edge of my climax precipice.
I couldn't even utter nonsense monosyllables.  My rigid body told both
bread parts of this fuck sandwich that the meat was creaming hard into
Duane's butt.  I pulled myself deeply into Duane as he milked and thrashed
beneath me to get me off.  As my climax waned, Duane continued the
pressure.  But, my sensitive dick forced me to withdraw as best I could
despite Dave's hard body pressing down on me.

	"Shit," Dave whined.  "I was just about to nut in your ass, Mike!"

	"Here's one that needs another rider," I whispered, breathing
heavily and pointing to Duane's open butthole.  In record time, Dave donned
a condom and pushed deeply into Duane's receptive butt.

	"Fuck, YEAH!" he sighed as Dave's 11" monster prick slid home.

	"Get up on your hands and knees, Duane," Dave directed.  "I wanna
go deep!"

	Duane complied.  I caught my breath, then, moved beneath Duane.  I
knew that Dave's big dick in Duane's butt would make Duane cream no matter
what else he might have planned.  Duane's toothsome precum was even better
than I'd remembered it.  He sucked on my cum-dripping dick, milking the
last drops from it.  Then, he pulled my legs up, and began to munch on my
recently fucked hole.  "Mmmm," he moaned.  "Nothing much better than
freshly fucked, white boy ass!"

	Dave laughed, but continued to long dick his younger brother.  From
my vantage point, I had better than a front row seat to the best fuck I'd
watched in some time.  Dave's thick, long dick was sliding all the way in,
then, pulling out until about half the head was showing.  Duane's butthole
gaped open obscenely as it accommodated his brother's breeding post.
Repeatedly and slowly, the scene continued.  Each time Dave withdrew or
slid forward, Duane's dickhead would swell and jerk in my mouth, depositing
more sweet drops of precum.

	My butt was licked deeply, ardently, as Dave's speed increased.
The faster and deeper Dave plunged, the deeper Duane moaned and the further
into my upturned ass his tongue drilled.  His leaking dick in my mouth
tasted so good.  The sweet precum was oozing out in heavier and thicker
volumes.

	Duane grunted once, then, stiffened.  His precum turned creamy, the
volume rushing out in huge white ropes of sperm.  His dick jerked and
swelled, and his hot snorts of pleasure into my butthole warmed me.  I
swallowed, then, again.  More cum shot into my mouth.

	The action on Dave's hard dick was obvious.  I could see his
urethra swell and shoot streams of warm cream into the condom, deep into
his brother.  Dave's shouts of climax nearly rattled the windows in the
room.  With one final deep plunge, he flopped on Duane's back, allowing his
automatic fucking action to finish the job.  Duane loved every thrust from
his older brother and each hard suck from me.  This was the service he'd
missed most since he'd visited with us last.

	We showered, checked the shows at the hotel, and then, decided to
walk around the main street of South Lake Tahoe (Stateline). But, after a
short, cold walk to the adjoining hotel, we returned to the Hyatt.  March
at that altitude presented temperatures in the 30's, even on a sunny day.
Thinking we were visiting sunny and warm Sacramento, we hadn't brought
anything warm with us.

	We'd left our suits at Duane's home, so we weren't dressed to eat
at the fancy restaurant at the hotel.  As Dave and Duane wanted to hit the
tables, we ate dinner near the casino.  After dinner, Duane and I needed to
piss, but Duane couldn't hit a men's room without getting sex when Dave or
I were nearby.  While I was draining my lizard, Duane looked over his
shoulder and spied an empty, handicapped stall.  When I zipped up, he
pushed me into the stall, pulled my pants down and sucked my limp dick into
his mouth.  Within five more minutes, he was swallowing my starchy load.

	I checked to see if there were any other men in the room.  Seeing
no one else, I told Duane we were in the clear.  Dave opened the inner door
to the men's room and smiled.  He quickly scanned the room, then, smiled.
"Been suckin' off my boyfriend, have you?"  Duane grinned sheepishly.  "Do
I get some, now?"  Duane's smile turned radiant.

	"Yeah!" he boomed.  "Anytime you need it, I'm your man!"

	"Back into the booth, then," Dave commanded.  He grinned at me,
producing two foil packets, one with a condom and one with lube.  I knew
Duane would be getting fucked again, which left me with the pleasant task
of draining Duane's nuts as well as he'd recently done mine.  Not more than
a few seconds after we'd entered the booth, the room became more active
with other traffic.  We had to be quieter than we'd wanted to be, but it
was worthwhile.

	Duane shot his load down my sucking throat in less than two minutes
as Dave pounded his hungry hole.  I finger stroked Dave's bullnuts, and
sucked up the last drops of his younger brother's load.  Dave finished his
hard fuck in the following minute, as at least two men stood at the urinals
not more than five feet away.  I don't know how he was able to keep from
shouting out his hard climax.  Even his hips didn't slap against Duane's
eager ass.  But, considering how deeply planted Dave's monster dick was,
there wouldn't have been any noise, anyway.

	During a break in the traffic, we quickly exited the crowded stall.
"I need another shower," Dave breathed.  "And you two could use some
mouthwash, cum breaths!"

	We agreed that a shower was a good idea before we hit the casino.
But, that took more time than we'd anticipated, as Duane was determined to
get both of us to fuck him, again.  I didn't think I had another one in me,
but Duane was very "persuasive" in his special way.  Dave followed,
hammering his brother's ass for a good 15 minutes before releasing another
creamy load into a deeply buried condom.  During the last minutes that Dave
was pounding Duane's ass, I backed on to Duane's curved, hard 9" dick.

	When Duane shot into my pleasured ass, his tight stroking of Dave's
horsedick with his ass muscles raced Dave into another hard climax.  Again,
Dave was flopping on Duane's back like a fish out of water as the climax
ripped away his general muscle control.  Only his narrow hips continued the
automatic fucking until his big nuts were empty.

	At the crap tables, we broke even.  Dave decided that breaking even
was a clear signal to move to something else.  He tried 21, but that was a
bust.  So, we tried a progressive slot machine.  Duane hit a couple of
small jackpots, then a big one for $1800.  "This will pay for some new baby
furniture we've been looking at," he exulted.  "Although, Uncle Sugar will
be getting some of this, too," he sighed, but still smiling.

	Dave hit a few jackpots at the dollar machine, but couldn't do
better than break even.  I lost my ass.  I couldn't hit a thing.

	We went back to the room a little before midnight.  Of course,
Duane wanted to fuck all night long.  However, by two in the morning, we
were drained and wanted to sleep.  Duane's ass was pretty sore by then,
anyway, so he agreed, finally!  But, that was only after Dave and I had two
more times on his butt, Duane making his older brother squeal with delight
as I was on top, Duane was in the middle, and Dave on the bottom of a
deeply satisfying triple fuck.  Duane sucked off Dave after I'd dumped my
creamy load into a condom in Duane's butt.

	Duane woke me up around six, eating my ass.  He did have a thing
for white boy butt!  I think he was tongue-mining for more of Dave's cum.
Dave mounted him while Duane continued to eat my hole, until I couldn't
stand it any longer.  Backing up on to his 9" prong, I slid Duane's jerking
cock into my ass just before he cut loose with another climax into me.
Dave pounded hard, reaching climax before the two men atop me became too
heavy.

	After another shower (during which we avoided Duane's persistent
entreaties to fuck him, again), we joined a few other early risers for a
champagne brunch.  The champagne wasn't very good, but mixed into a mimosa,
it was drinkable.

	We spent the rest of the day taking the loop highway around Lake
Tahoe.  Duane insisted that we stop at every vista to enjoy the view.
Although it was bracingly cool, we constantly marveled at the beautiful
terrain, the crystal clear lake, and snow clogged mountains rimming the
lake.  We stopped for lunch at a small cafe at the north end of the lake
(Crystal Bay), just across the border from California into Nevada.  The sun
was setting over the west side of the lake as we drove into the valet
parking at the Hyatt back in Stateline.

	After another round of fucking and dick squirting, we decided to
take in the dinner show.  The dinner was good, the show wasn't.  The
comedian wasn't funny.  He had a trash mouth and he thought that was funny.
Not many other guests did, either.  Only a few remained after their dinner
was finished to watch his act.  I didn't want to break up the party, but by
the looks on Dave and Duane's faces, I saw no point in prolonging the
agony.  "Let's get the fuck outta here," I whispered.  Dave paid the check
and we walked out.

	We tried our luck at the tables, again.  Nothing.  I went to the
slot machines, finding the tables frustrating.  The first machine was good
to me.  I won $100.  I stayed with it and won another $25, then another.  I
decided to quit while I was ahead.  I went to a more expensive $5 machine.
Again, I hit a lucky streak.  Dave and Duane encouraged me to continue
until the slot machine refused to give me anymore of what I'd been putting
in.  However, I was still $800 ahead (not counting last night's abysmal
showing).

	By then, Duane was feeling guilty that he'd only talked to Carol
once (last night).  He pulled out his cell phone and called her.  Beth
answered the phone, as Carol wasn't very mobile.  Handing the phone to
Carol, Beth went into the kitchen to fix a late night snack for them.
Duane told her of my good luck and their pretty good luck and atrocious
luck tonight.  She suggested we bag it, get a good night's sleep, and leave
early for Sacramento in the morning.  She missed him.  Duane was all smiles
after that.

	And horny.  He pushed us into several 69's with the odd man out
fucking one of the available butts.  Duane also wanted Dave to fuck me
bareback, so he could eat Dave's sperm from my ass.  Dave did his best to
cum in me without ramming deeply as he was cumming, but he wasn't very
successful.  Duane didn't seem to care, and I know I didn't.  Getting a
shallow fuck out of Dave meant that his fat, flared dickhead abused
savagely my prostate.  For me, it was one of the best fucks I'd had all
weekend.

	While I sat on Duane's face, Dave sucked off his brother.  Within
another ten minutes, Dave was deep in Duane's ass, again.  Having cum only
a few minutes earlier, Dave was in the saddle a very long time.  Poor
Duane's ass was hot pink by the time Dave had shot his last creamy rope of
dick juice into his sibling.  By now, my batteries were recharged.  Dave
smiled at me and presented his tight, narrow ass to me.  I happily fucked
him bareback, giving Duane more ass to eat after I'd shot my load.

	I dropped off to sleep as Duane and Dave continued their sexual
coupling.  It must not have lasted much longer as none of us were awake
before eight, when we heard housekeeping running vacuum cleaners in the
hallway.  I jumped up and put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside door
handle, and crawled back into bed.  But, the boys were awake by now and
needed more servicing.

	I suggested the showers to get us started toward leaving for
Sacramento.  It probably wouldn't have made any difference, as Duane's butt
couldn't handle anymore dick for a while.  He happily sucked off both of us
in the shower.  Of course, my white boy ass got the load that Duane had
manufactured overnight.

	We did the champagne brunch again, but Duane abstained from the
champagne.  He was driving.  It was another glorious, California day for
our trip back.  We left early enough that we were ahead of nearly all the
weekenders heading back to the valley or the San Francisco Bay area.

	Carol was, indeed, pleased to see us, again.  Missing her husband
for a couple of days was the attitude adjustment that she'd needed.

	We dressed for dinner.  Dave and I took a little longer than we
ordinarily would.  Before we showered, I coyly suggested that after that
long trip from the lake, his nuts were too full to comfortably sit through
dinner.  He grinned at my perverse suggestion.  But, that's not to say that
he didn't do it, anyway.  After showers and two rinses with mouthwash to
disguise the cum on our breath, we waited for the limo to show up.

	Gene called to tell us excitedly about the new Sequoia they'd
purchased.  He gushed on and on about all the whistles and bells, the
metallic jade color of the paint, and the comfortable leather upholstery.
Kurt wheedled and whined until he got Gene to good-naturedly agree to let
Kurt have the truck for the day, so he could pick us up at the airport
tomorrow.

	Right on time, the chauffeured limousine pulled into the driveway,
then, whisked us in opulence to the restaurant that had been recommended by
Brad.  The driver was a hot looking Latino who wore his uniform well.  The
round curves of his butt and broad shoulders hinted at a nice package
beneath.  We got more than one knowing look from him.  Carol stayed away
from the champagne that we'd ordered for the car (except for a sip of
Duane's), but ate more than her share of the hors d'oeuvres.  The
California champagne was one that we'd had at our celebration at home.

	Dinner was excellent, the service attentive, but not hovering.
During dessert (a chocolate torte that we'd heard from Carol was to die
for), we broke the news to them about our successful lawsuit.  Much as they
tried, they couldn't get any details.  We reminded them at least a dozen
times, under the terms of the settlement, we couldn't talk about it.

	Despite our stonewalling, they did have a good time.  The limo,
dinner, and drive out to their new neighborhood made the weekend for them.
Duane had other, more personal, reasons to smile, but we weren't going to
say anything.  Carol did ask how the weekend at the lake was.  Duane said
that we'd enjoyed the day trip around the lake, but the headliner
entertainment was more than disappointing.  He's saved the good news about
winning the $1800 until that moment.  Carol was teary about having the
perfect setup for the babies' bedroom now.  If she hadn't been so pregnant,
they'd probably have had sex right there in the limo.

	Duane took Carol into the house.  We stayed behind to pay off the
limo driver.  Standing against the left side, he gave us a phone number and
a grope.  Dave returned the grope with a hand down the back of the guy's
pants deep into his butt crack.  The driver pressed back into Dave's hand.
I pulled down the zipper of the driver's pants and found a very fat, hard
dick.

	"You got a big dick, Amigo,' the driver whispered, fondling Dave.
"Does your boyfriend, too?"  Dave nodded.  "Good.  Yeah, feels nice to have
a finger up my ass.  But, a big dick is better.  You trade off?"  Dave
nodded again.  "I got a fat choriso for your hot culos, too.  Your
boyfriend sucks good!" he whispered.  Dave felt the driver's fat, throbbing
dick when I pulled away for a second.

	"I wish we had time to take advantage of this," Dave sighed.  "But,
my brother and his wife will be wondering what happened if we don't get
back in there right away.  Sorry, Man!"

	"Call me the next time you're in Sacramento," the driver hissed as
Dave's broad hand squeezed the driver's dripping, thick cock.  My hand went
into the hot Latino's pants and felt an eager, wet butthole.

	I pulled my hand out of the driver's pants and sniffed my fingers.
"Yeah, Man.  Can't wait to watch this hard, black 11" dick slide up your
hot Latino ass.  Here!  Taste your hot asshole," I commanded sticking my
fingers in the guy's mouth.  The driver swooned.  "Yeah, that's it.  I knew
you'd be a butt eater.  We love that with other guys, too," I assured him.
"Thanks for the ride, Man.  We'll be sure to ride you next time."  The
driver groaned with disappointment as Dave pulled off his uncut, fat dick.
My wet fingers slipped up the driver's ass, again, much easier this time.

	The driver's pants slipped off his hips, exposing his randy, round
ass.  "Fuck me, Man!  Gotta have it!"  I stuck my fingers back in his mouth
and my hard dick deep up his asshole.  I went in easily, fucking him slowly
for about a minute.

	"You need some of this, Dave," I said softly.  "Hot ass!"  I pulled
out and Dave took my place.  As more black inches thrust into him, he
begged for my dick.  "Yeah, I knew you loved the taste of butthole.  Here.
Take this hard dick and clean it off," I demanded.  He took my dick balls
deep, licking and sucking, trying to keep from shouting out the pain and
pleasure that Dave's thick 11" horsedick was giving him.  He stroked his
fat choriso feverishly.

	"Madre de Dios!!" he muttered, then sucked hard on my dick again.
His jerking body clearly communicated his climax.  Dave pulled out just in
time and sprayed the driver's ass with a big load of cream.  I held the
guy's head and rocketed my spasming load into his sucking, gripping throat.
He was too intent on sucking me off.  I couldn't stand the pressure on my
dickhead after I came.  I pulled away fast!

	I looked down to see the driver's shoes spattered with cum.  Dave
scooped his own load from the randy Latino's ass cheeks and fed him the
starchy load.

	"FUCK!" the driver said.  "I love cum!"  We smiled at his
admission.  "Next time you're in Sacramento, I want both of you to fuck me
and fuck me until you can't cum anymore."

	"Thanks for the ride," Dave grinned.

	"Yeah, thanks to both of you for riding my ass," the driver smiled.
"I love big dicks like yours.  Please, come fuck me, again."  He pulled up
his pants, wiped off his shoes and looked in the rearview mirror.
Grinning, he slid behind the wheel of the stretch limo and drove off,
waving back to us.

	"Didn't even get his name," I grinned.

	"We should have," Dave agreed.  "An ass that good needs constant
service."

	"What's on the paper he gave us?"

	"Oh, yeah.  I forgot about that," Dave smiled self-consciously.  He
extracted the small, folded piece of paper from his pants pocket.  "Name,
phone number, and e-mail address."  He laughed as he read more.  "Need big
dicks in my tight ass.  Please CALL!"  Direct and to the point.  We'd be
sure to look him up next time we were in town.

	When Duane took us to the airport the next morning, he complained
about his ass still being sore.  We only laughed at him.  However, he did
insist on one last blowjob for everyone in the men's room at the airport.
We couldn't disappoint the soon-to-be father, so we agreed.  After we'd
filled his throat with cum, Duane wanted one last taste of our butts.  "I'm
gonna scandalize those people back at the office with butt AND cum breath!"
he cackled.  Dave sucked him off before the flight left.  My tongue
slithered up his ass for one final farewell.  His butthole was hot!  It was
probably still inflamed from the heavy ass pounding he'd taken at Tahoe
from both of us.

	Kurt met us at the gate when we arrived back home.  His shit-eating
grin told us that he and Gene loved the new SUV.  His hard body felt as
good as ever when he hugged us. "Awesome wheels!" he replied when we'd
asked if that was the reason for his big smile.  Of course, casually
groping our hard butts as he hugged us and an errant hand brushing across
our dicks told us that he was pleased to see us, too.

	Clean, shiny, new, no license plates, yet, and a beautiful metallic
green.  They'd decided on the Toyota Sequoia, Limited.  It had all the
whistles and bells, except for the navigation system.  We appropriately
ooh'ed and aah'ed at all the right places, as he demonstrated one gadget
after another.

	Dave asked how the dinner went with Kurt's parents.  Kurt related
that it was smooth as silk.  The dinner was a huge success and his younger
siblings were very impressed with the house and with Gene.  It really
didn't surprise him, but he was relieved, nonetheless.  He's promised to
show them the plans for the remodel as soon as they were available.  The
college professor has promised that within the first week of next term's
classes, he and his students would be looking over the house to see what
they were going to be working with.

	At home, we dumped our clothes in the washer, sorted through our
mail and newspapers, deciding it could all wait while we went to the gym.
Trevor told us that the place hadn't been the same without us being there.
We'd only been gone three days, we reminded him.  He wanted us for some fun
in the sauna, not necessarily to workout.  It became clearer then what he'd
meant.

	Monday was back day, so we hit the machines and free weights before
we added aerobics and abs at the end.  Trevor joined us hastily in the
steam room to blow me, then Dave.  Afterwards, he asked Dave if his brother
Donnie was really as hot as he seemed to be.  He especially enjoyed
Donnie's big dick and tight, tasty asshole.  Besides, he was bright, nearly
out of college, and an incredible lay.  If he couldn't have Dave, he'd
certainly settle for Donnie.  Trevor revealed that they'd spent nearly the
entire weekend together.  Donnie's classes and finals were over, so he had
lots of free time on his hands.

	On Tuesday, we talked to the bankers and moved our money into a
biotech index fund as well as into some tax-free, municipal bonds.  We
didn't feel comfortable yet that the technology stocks were ready to come
back, nor did we feel good about the heavy industry stocks like GM or Ford.
Even our neighbor who worked at Intel agreed with us.

	As Friday approached, I was getting more and more nervous.  I knew
Dave would be a big hit with my family, but it was still hard to get over
my conservative, Mormon background and the old (finally reversed) stand
about black men and the Priesthood.  However, the family already was
introduced to black men when I was dating Jeff in high school.  Dave was
definitely more polished, better looking, and hunkier than Jeff.  But, that
evaluation was through my eyes, not theirs.

	Of course, Dave could read me like a large-type book.  My
nervousness showed several times a day.  He continuously assured me that
everything would go well, and he promised not to embarrass me.  As if!
But, Friday finally arrived.  Kurt took us to the airport and wished us
luck.


					Salt Lake City

	Although we told my parents not to take time away from work, they
insisted on meeting us at the airport.  Mom looked radiate and genuinely
glad to meet us.  Dad was more reserved, but Dave warmed him up in a hurry.
All he had to do was talk positively about the Utah Jazz and he was Dad's
eternal friend.  Utah is crazy for basketball, whether high school,
college, or professional.

	We'd gotten as far as the car before their bursting curiosity
couldn't be held in check.  They were a torrent of questions about the big
news and the fancy dinner we were planning for tomorrow night.  Dave
fielded the questions, but didn't reveal much.  He did let them know that
we wouldn't be working anymore, IF we invested wisely the proceeds of a
successful lawsuit.  But, under the terms of the settlement, we couldn't
say more.  Of course, they pressed for more, but we were steadfast in our
refusal to divulge more.

	They took us to the Hotel Monaco (half a block from the Salt Palace
in downtown Salt Lake City) where we checked in and deposited our baggage
in the room.  Mom insisted that we go back to the house for a late lunch,
as dinner wasn't scheduled until about seven (when the rest of the tribe
arrived).  Dad gave Dave the grand tour of the house, then, settled into
the family room to discuss more basketball and football.  Dad was
especially impressed that we knew two of the coaches of the professional
football team, and considered them to be good friends.  Of course, I had to
add that through Uncle Clay (a white lie), we'd met another man who
successfully competed for the strength coach position with the team.  So,
we knew three coaches now, instead of two.

	Over lunch, they wanted to hear all about how Clay and Linc were
doing and how Josh seemed to be progressing at UNLV.  We held back certain
tidbits, but otherwise said they were fine and doing well.  Dave did say
that they'd been up twice to see us and we'd spent New Year's Eve with them
in Las Vegas.

	Of course, we had to share pictures of our new home.  The sunroom
(and the orchids in it) intrigued both parents.  Dave also drew up a layout
of the yard and the landscaping changes that Joe had suggested for April.

	By 6:30, the rest of the tribe arrived.  My younger sister,
Kristina (named after her great, great grandmother), her husband (John) and
two young sons (Tony and Mike) arrived first.  The youngest sibling, Sarah
(named after our mother) has never been to anything on time in her life.
Her husband, the long-suffering, slightly bemused Rulon, took a lot of
kidding from the rest of us about her tardiness.  Dave was an instant hit,
giving the grandchildren horsy rides (I was envious!) in the living room
while the rest of the family caught up on the latest news.  They pumped me
for more information, but I demurred.  They'd get all the news we could
give them at dinner tomorrow.  They looked at our parents for support, but
got none.  They knew then that we'd already told them, but were delaying
the information just to be dramatic.  Kris had always called me a drama
queen from the time we were in high school.  This only confirmed it.

	Mom's standing rib roast was as delicious as ever, even rivaling
Opal's chicken and dumplings (as Dave told her).  I could tell that by
9:30, the "parental units" were tiring.  I suggested we make it an early
evening and catch up again tomorrow afternoon before heading to Park City
(about 30 minutes up in the mountains) for dinner at seven.  We had the
limo hired from five until midnight, so we planned on leaving the hotel at
five, driving through the canyons toward Park City until time for dinner.
We left the "ancestral home" with Sarah and Rulon taking us back to our
hotel.

	I got that horsy ride I'd been hoping to for, by the way.  Dave's
smile matched mine on Saturday as I returned the favor before we got out of
bed early Saturday morning.

	Kris had said she'd put the boys down for a late nap, so they'd be
fresh and not cranky by dinnertime Saturday.  John and Kris were going to
take the boys to their other grandparents for a visit for most of Saturday
(including the nap), before dressing for dinner back at the hotel.  Rulon
and Sarah said they'd take us on a trip around Salt Lake valley during most
of Saturday, as Dave had never been there before.

	Rulon and Sarah were terrific tour guides.  We started at Vosen's
for a hearty German breakfast at eight.  From there, we were all over the
Salt Lake valley starting with a dash out to the Great Salt Lake,
Promontory Point where the transcontinental rails joined, the This is the
Place Monument (where Brigham Young told the pioneers that they'd gone far
enough), Temple Square, the new Conference Center, the Family History
Center (where I'd spent many hours doing research on the family tree), and
the grade school, middle school, and high school where we'd all graduated.
It was a full day.

	The limo arrived at five.  We knew that Sarah wouldn't be ready, so
we left with the limo driver to pick up Mom and Dad.  We returned to the
hotel at nearly 5:30 p.m.  My sisters and family were waiting in the lobby.
We'd told everyone, but Sarah, to be ready at 5:30 p.m.  She was told 5:00
p.m.  The boys had a great time with "Uncle Dave" again.  Snacks and
beverages were available in the limo for us to nibble and drink.  The young
boys ate most of the cheese and crackers, leaving the fresh vegetables and
other canapes for the adults.  As the young ones probably wouldn't be
eating restaurant food, their mother didn't mind.

	Our driver knew the area around Park City very well, showing us the
ski lifts, shops, and historic sites.  By the time we pulled up to Chez
Betty, it was nearly 7:00 p.m.  There was something about the driver that
seemed very friendly toward Dave and me, but correct and proper to the rest
of the family.  Maybe, the big, blonde hunk knew we were the guys who hired
the limo and he needed to be nice to us, if he wanted a big tip.

	Chez Betty (presided over by Betty, the goldfish) was famous for
French country cooking.  Tony got a booster chair between his parents and
little Mike got a high chair on the other side of his mother, and next to
Grandma.  The entrees were difficult to choose among, but we finally
settled on smoked salmon ravioli, sauteed French Burgundy escargot in
puffed pastry with garlic, tomatoes, red peppers, and country ham for John
and Kris.  Rulon and Sarah had the sauteed scaloppini of turkey breast with
shrimp and artichokes, and the rack of lamb marinated in garlic and herbs.
Dave had the rack of lamb and I joined Rulon by ordering the turkey with
artichokes.  Dad ordered roast duck with wild rice flan, and Mom stuck with
her favorite, beef tenderloin with potato pancakes.

	Before dessert was served, we let them in on our tale resulting in
a financial windfall.  Of course, they were full of questions, most of
which we couldn't answer.  Rulon and John especially congratulated us on
not having to work, again, IF we invested wisely.  Their faces looked
wistful, but still happy for us.  I'm sure they were wondering how a couple
of fags could be so damned lucky.  Even though I was family, it still
bothered them that I was gay and had a lover whom I obviously adored, and
he loved me back just as much.

	Dessert was white chocolate cheesecake with raspberry puree or
berry compote with homemade white chocolate ice cream.  Everyone shared
those with the person sitting next to him or her.  The boys were happy with
what their mom had brought with her to feed them.  Of course, they got a
taste of the desserts.

	By the time we left the restaurant at 9:00, the boys were tired.
Tony curled up in Dave's lap with his blanket, and Mikey stretched out
across his mom and dad's laps.  We were stuffed, so conversation was at a
minimum.  Despite the amount of information they'd extracted from us at the
table, we couldn't tell them more without breaking the terms of the
settlement agreement.  They deduced some things, but we wouldn't confirm or
deny them.  They were left to think what they wished.

	The driver returned Mom and Dad home first, then, took the rest of
us to the hotel.  Kris and John took the kids up to bed and Sarah and Rulon
bid us goodnight at the door.  As the limo was rented until midnight, we
asked him to take us to some of the gay bars in the city.  He knew some of
them and avoided others.  We were very overdressed and the smoke was
overwhelming.  With a few minutes at each stop, we were back in the car.
Our driver suggested that if we were looking for a good time, that he could
provide it better than the assorted men at the bars.

	Preston was a big, collegiate-looking man, about 6'3", 220#, short
blonde hair (cut in a very butch looking flat top), sparkling blue eyes,
rugged good looks, and deliciously muscular body (even in his chauffeur's
uniform).  Dave was instantly interested.  After interrogating him
(especially finding out how versatile he was), we took him up on his offer.
He parked the limo in one of the bus parking areas and joined us in our
room.  For the next 90 minutes, Preston's smooth, creamy white body got
more sex from Dave and I than he'd probably had in a year.  We started with
a daisy chain, three-way blowjob, which devolved to several minutes of
noisy butt munching.  Before it was all over, we'd both fucked him twice;
and he'd fucked us once each.  He was hungry for our big dicks and hot,
round asses.  He couldn't get enough.  We were pleased when he asked if he
could come back Sunday night for a longer session.  Of course, we agreed.

	As the dinner was with a group of good Mormons, Dave and I forsook
the wine and champagne list, but made up for it when we'd returned to the
hotel.  Two bottles of champagne had been left chilling in the small
refrigerator in our room.  We nearly finished off both bottles of the
bubbly before Preston left (taking refreshment breaks between climaxes).
Preston, being the good Mormon boy didn't partake in the champagne.

	As the rest of the family would be doing their church thing most of
Sunday, Dave and I had already agreed that we were going to take in the
Tabernacle Choir broadcast Sunday morning, then wander around the city for
the rest of the day.  We'd do another family late lunch before the girls
had to head back home, as their husband's had jobs requiring their presence
on Monday.  We begged off dinner with my parents, but agreed to breakfast
the next morning.  They had already insisted that they were not working
Monday; so taking us to the airport for the flight home was not subject to
discussion or protest.  We acquiesced.

	But, Sunday night was left for Preston.  Although he had classes to
teach on Monday morning, he spent the night with us.  If one of us wasn't
molesting him, the other one was.  He was so handsome and SO eager for sex.
His hard body had all the responses that Dave and I loved.  His tight,
thirsty ass, hungry throat, and frequent climaxes were manna from heaven.
He made me think of a shorter version of Kurt for his eagerness for sex, as
well as Steve's son, Jim, as the blonde muscleman.  Of course, Preston was
smooth where Jim was furry.

	His frequent couplings with us made us smile at his eagerness to
please.  He was fascinated by Dave's huge, black dick.  (Salt Lake City
hadn't increased the percentage of black population since I'd been there.)
Getting it in every hole from Dave as often as he could while I probed a
different one, only made him want to cum more each time.  He felt he had to
show us how much pleasure we gave him.  That would have been obvious with
the noise and ardor that he put into his lovemaking.  The frequent cum
shots from his fat, 8" dick were creamy frosting on the sex cake.

	The few chances we did get to chat with him, we found out he had a
Master's degree in European history (with specific training in medieval
England), he was a professional genealogist at the Family History Library
(evenings) and limousine chauffeur (weekends) to supplement his meager
teaching income.  The unusual first name of Preston made me wonder if we
weren't distantly related, as Preston was a surname of one of my New
England ancestors.  Of course, he was related to the same James Preston
family I was, he'd said.  That's probably where we got the same fat, big-
headed dick.  Dave thought he's seen some family resemblance between us,
but all hunky white boys looked alike to him, he added laughing.

	Preston bemoaned the fact that he didn't have a boyfriend and
wondered if he'd ever find one in Salt Lake City.  With his full days,
nights, and weekends, he got little exposure, Dave pointed out.  The trip
to the Northwest to see us would fix that, we promised.

	However much we didn't want it to happen, Monday morning arrived
and we had to bid him farewell.  We'd gotten no more than four hours of
sleep due to his seemingly constant need to be fucked or sucked off.  Oh,
to be that carefree, again!  Of course, we invited him to come visit us
whenever he could get away.  He smiled so big I thought his face would
break.  Evidently, he liked the offer, promising to visit when school ended
in June.

	Dad picked us up for breakfast after we'd checked out of the hotel
at 9:00 a.m.  Mom had prepared waffles, eggs, and bacon for us.  She added
fresh fruit, maple syrup, and raspberry jam to the abundant food.

	The plane left at 11:00, so we had plenty of time for breakfast and
goodbyes.  I was struck dumb when Dad told me that he was proud of me and
he thought Dave was a terrific son-in-law.  I smiled stupidly and thanked
him and Mom for their hospitality and kindness shown to Dave.  Also, I
silently thanked Uncle Clay for breaking the "color barrier" in the family.
Dave got a big hug from Mom (so did I) and the warmest handshake and back
slap Dad could summon (I got the same).

	They wished us good luck and a safe journey home.  "And a wonderful
life together," Mom added with eyes moist.  Dad smiled in agreement.  That
said much more than any words from him could have.  Sons always want their
father's approval, whether they're willing to admit it or not.  It meant a
lot to me.  Walking down the jetway, Dave could see it in my eyes.

	"He's a wonder, isn't he?" he smiled softly.

	"I'd never have expected that from him, Dave," I choked out.  "You
made me proud to be your lover."

	"You've been a wonderful son to them, Mike," Dave said, hugging me
as we turned a corner toward the plane.  "You've made them proud all by
yourself."

	We entered the plane, found our seats, and sat next to each other,
holding hands.  After we were airborne, one of the stewards passing out
drinks and nuts, leaned in and asked, "Newlyweds?"  He smiled.

	"Not quite a year, yet," Dave beamed.  The steward sighed and
smiled.

	"Must be nice," the steward commented.

	"I sure like it," I affirmed.

	"You'll find one," Dave assured him.  "A hot guy like you should
have them pounding on your door."

	"Flyboys have a lot of one-night stands, but nothing very lasting,"
he observed.  "Still, I'm not giving up hope."

	"That's the spirit," Dave grinned.

	"So, what's your poison, gentlemen?"

	"You have champagne?" I asked.

	"Always," he smiled back.  "But, it isn't the best I've ever had,"
he added confidentially.

	"We're willing to risk it," Dave allowed.

	"Okay," the steward agreed.  "One split to be shared?"

	"Sure," I said.  "If it turns out nasty, we haven't wasted much."

	It was Cook's.  The blackberry aroma reminded me of some larger
bottles we had at home.  "Good enough for us," I grinned.  "Bring another
in about 20 minutes?"  He nodded and smiled.

	"Well, it isn't as good at the more expensive stuff we've had
recently, but it'll do," Dave laughed.  "I guess I have plebian tastes."

	"Me, too!" I agreed.  "It isn't nasty, but it's not as smooth as
the more expensive stuff."

	The steward sat on the armrest across the aisle from us.  He was
chatty almost to the point of neglecting his duties.  We didn't mind, but
the other cabin employees probably did.  However, as the senior steward, he
could get away with it.  We found out his name is Rick, he's been flying
with the same airline since he graduated from college ten years ago.  He'd
had a couple of lovers, but the relationships didn't last more than a few
months.  Both of them ended because his flying schedule gave his lovers too
much time to find someone else who was always home.  He revealed that he'd
always had a soft spot for musclemen.  Most of them were "dumb as a box of
rocks" he'd laughed, but he was willing to keep kissing the muscle-bound
frogs until he met his prince.  Besides, it wasn't all that bad getting
one-night stands with muscle heads.  He could do much worse.

	Rick was about 5'10" tall, light brown hair (parted in the middle),
brown eyes, a ready smile, and a good body, he said, because he worked out
every day that he could find a weight room.  But, flying as much as he did
and staying at hotels that didn't have weight rooms meant that he worked
out only four or five times a week on average.  The weeks he wasn't flying,
he would workout every day, though.

	We concluded that he was quite a catch.  But, we didn't know who
could stand the schedule Rick had.  But, we told him to contact us the next
time he had a stopover and we'd see what we could do to make his evening
pleasant.  He leered at us and leaned in.  "I hope that means you intend to
prove how versatile I am!" he whispered.  We nodded at his brazen attempt
to get us to divulge more.

	"VERY deeply," Dave promised.

	"That's what I like to hear," the steward beamed.  "I prefer more
than 8" and have more than 8"," he bragged.

	"No problem there," I assured him, keeping the exact dimensions a
mystery until later.

	"I look forward to it," he grinned evilly back at us.  The captain
sounded and lit the "Fasten Seat Belts" tone and sign.  "Gotta work," Rick
said standing.  Before we exited the plane, Rick had slipped us a piece of
paper with his name, phone number, and address on it.  "Anytime," he smiled
as we left.

	Kurt met us again at the gate.  He was as happy this time as last.
"I got all my classes, just when I wanted them," he bubbled.  "It helps to
have friends in high places," he added, giving each of us a big squeeze and
grope.  "Classes start tomorrow, so you wanna hit the gym this afternoon
with me?"

	We nodded agreement.  Dirty clothes went into the washer, ignoring
the mail, paper, and insistently blinking answering machine.  "You probably
need to grocery shop before you can do dinner, so why not come over to our
place for dinner tonight?"  Kurt asked as we headed out the door.  We
agreed.  I didn't feel like facing that problem so soon after getting home
and neither did Dave.

	At the gym, Trevor mentioned that Scott was entertaining men in the
sauna and steam room again this afternoon.  However, Preston had fucked us
out pretty well last night and this morning.  Besides, Kurt and Gene
probably had some "horizontal entertainment" planned for us later this
evening.  We should save ourselves for their sexual advances.

	We thanked Trevor for the invitation, but were going to turn Scott
down this time.  However, we did ask how he and Donnie were doing.

	"Fucking like rabbits!" he laughed.  "That kid can fuck and fuck
and fuck!  He never tires."

	I smiled at Dave.  "It runs in the family, Trevor."

	After our workout, we headed for home.  Kurt left us at the door so
we could unwind and sort through the mail and answer phone messages.

	I was perplexed at one of the phone messages.  "Dave?  Do we know a
Randall Illingsworth?  He seems to know a lot about the house."

	Dave thought for a moment.  A flash of insight lit his face.  "He's
the previous owner, Mike.  What'd he want?"



So, what does the previous owner have to say?  He's gay, too, remember?
Now, Kurt and Gene live behind them.  What will that bring?  What about
their promise to give back some time as well as their money to the gay
community?  And the twins that Carol is carrying?  Are they Mike and
Dave's?  MUCH more to cum.

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