Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2001 19:32:09 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 64.

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

			 Chapter 64--More Parties

	Friday, we volunteered at PFLAG, again, but only for half a day.  I
needed to get something done for the barbeque that Gary and Robert were
hosting that evening.  I'd been talked into making a summer salad (whatever
that was) and some of my famous Grand Marnier fudge.  Dave wanted to work
in the yard for a couple of hours to clean up one last flowerbed that
needed some vigorous weeding.  The day was getting warm and we felt
confined in our volunteer drag.  Dave didn't want to be encumbered by
clothes as he worked in the flowerbeds, either.  But, in a nod toward
decency, he put on gym shorts without a jock.  "It would needlessly dirty
more clothes," he'd said.  With that big dick of his, he was still
indecently dressed without a jockstrap.

	While I was melting the chocolate chips to make the fudge, the air
conditioning kicked on.  The Weather Bureau had predicted a day in the high
80's.  It was well on its way.  I checked the orchids for moisture.  They
seemed to be doing okay, although a little dry.  But, tomorrow was their
normal watering day.  They could wait.

	With the fudge finally finished, I checked the Internet for a
recipe for summer salad.  I found a couple of them with that name.  They
were essentially the same, a fruit salad of strawberries, raspberries,
blueberries, watermelon, etc.  The first three we already had in our
garden.  But, the watermelon would require a trip to the store.  I thought
their dressing was boring, so I decided to add my own champagne dressing to
it, instead.  I picked up a colander from a kitchen cabinet and went
outside to pick the last of the strawberries, a heavily laden blueberry
bush, and a bumper crop of raspberries.  Dave was finishing up the
flowerbed as I plucked the last strawberry and headed to the blueberries.

	"I'll help ya out as soon as I wash my hands," he said.  I nodded
in agreement and set about my task.  It would be eleven for dinner, so I
needed to prepare a good-sized salad.  We were a little light on the
strawberries, so I'd supplement those from the store.  But, there were
enough blueberries and raspberries.  By the time Dave joined me, I had
about half the blueberries picked.  "Want me to help here or in the
raspberries?"

	"Here," I directed.  "I enjoy your company."  He smiled and patted
my ass, then set about picking.  In another five minutes, we had enough
blueberries for the salad and headed across the yard to the two rows of
raspberries.  Dave's round, high, tight ass made my mouth water.  "What a
fuckin' stud!" I muttered.

	"You keep talkin' like that and we'll never get these raspberries
picked," Dave said over his shoulder.  "It's been all I could do not to
nail your ass right here in the back yard the way you flex and bend pickin'
those blueberries.  I nearly lost it when you bent over the last time.  I
want your ass SO bad!" he added turning to face me.

	I turned my back to him and bent over, reconnecting up an errant
raspberry cane to its support.  "This?" I smirked, wiggling my ass at him.

	He took a step toward me, pressed his hardening dick against my ass
trench, and grabbed my hips to grind it in.  I straightened up and pushed
back against his grinding dick.  My back rested against his hard pecs.
"You're so fuckin' HOT!" Dave growled in my ear, pulling on both of my
erect nipples as his strong arms encircled me.  "I'd love to fuck you right
here where you stand!"

	"I'm not holding you back," I whispered huskily.  My shorts were
tenting ominously.  I could feel the head of his dripping dick pressing
against the back of my right leg.  "And Junior's escaped, so I know he
wants to play."  I turned my head and kissed his full, hungry lips.  I
ground my ass into his crotch to emphasize my comment.  His right hand
traced my hard abs, coming to rest on my hard dick shaft.  He squeezed.
"We'll never get these raspberries picked," I noted breaking our kiss, "if
you don't back off my ass and get your paw off my dick."

	He pushed me away, laughing.  "You're a MAJOR prick tease!" he said
adjusting his monster cock so it wasn't hanging out.  However, it was so
thick and long that it was obvious to anyone looking that Dave has a VERY
big dick.  The puddle of precum had soaked into the fabric at his hip.
"But, as soon as these raspberries are picked, your ass is MINE!"

	"It always is, Dear," I teased him.  "We'll wash the berries when
we're done here and stick them in the fridge while you stick that big dick
up my ass."

	"You are gonna get SO fucked!" he promised.  And he was true to his
promise.  He took me doggie style, eating my sweaty ass, then plugging in
and hammering my tight, hungry asshole until he couldn't stand it any
longer.  "I wanna watch your face as I cum in your ass, Boy!" he growled,
flipping me on to my back like I was a scrap of newspaper.  He plunged back
in and went for his climax, using me like the hot cum dump that I am.  I
was VERY okay with that premise.  He bucked and fucked and hammered my ass.
I pulled him down to kiss him, feeling and hearing him pant like a bull.

	"Breed that sweet ass," I begged.  "You got me so close to cumming,
Dave!  FUCK ME!  Cum in my ass.  Cum HARD!" I added.  Both hands were on
his pistoning ass, urging him to fuck me faster and deeper.  My tight hole
stretched open, hungrily chewing on his fat dick shaft and thick head
buried up my eager butt.  "Fuck ME!" I pled.

	He smiled down at me, sweat dripping from his nose on to my face.
"I'm gonna flood that sweet ass of yours, Mike.  Gotta cum, Man!  You
ready?" he asked rhetorically.  He knew I was more than ready.  I moaned my
agreement.

	"Fuck, YEAH!  Cumming!" I shouted.  Dave bent harder at the waist
and sucked on the end of my dick, his tongue whipping around my fat
dickhead, his lips solidly closed over the crown of my shooter.  I bucked
upwards once and came hard.  Dave swallowed and sucked harder.  He moaned
as another climax wave roared over me.  I pushed his head down farther on
my dick, trying to get my entire dick into his mouth, but he's not quite
that limber.

	As my third squirt of hot cum soared out of my dick, Dave pulled
off and slammed hard into my milking ass.  "FUCK!" he yelled repeatedly,
punctuating each hard thrust into me, forcing another spray of cum out of
my heavy nuts to splat against my chest, and a torrent of cum from his bull
nuts into my ass.  My thirsty ass greedily drank his shooting dick gravy.

	His climax subsided.  More sweat dripped from his brow and nose,
landing on my face and neck.  His thrusts had slowed, but not the depth he
was fucking.  He leaned in and licked sprayed spooge from my chest that he
hadn't captured from my first two shots.  "You're the best fuck on the
planet," he sighed as he captured my shrinking dick orally and sucked more
leaking cum.

	"STOP!  That tickles," I laughed, trying to pull away from
him. But, his big 11" dick was still fucking me slowly.

	"I just wanted to be sure that I cleaned you up completely," he
smiled innocently.  Yeah, right, I thought.  We grabbed a couple of cum
towels to wipe up the excess lube from Dave's dick and my ass.  Dave
laughed when I suggested we should go to the gym to workout with cum breath
and dried cum on my chest.  But, he didn't take a shower, either.  However,
I did have to "abort" his babies before I could hit the weights.  It would
be "unseemly" I pointed out, if I started leaking his cum into my shorts.

	Trevor greeted us at the front desk.  After he'd scanned our
membership cards, he sniffed.  "Someone's just been fucked," he whispered.
"Gotta be Mike."

	"How do ya know that?" I asked leaning in.

	"Dave's breath smells like your cum," he said triumphantly.  "I'm a
connoisseur of fine cum, ya know," he added, sounding like a wine snob.  We
laughed at him, then, asked how he and Donnie were doing.  "Fine as frog
hair!  I said the 'L' word to him last night.  He was so happy, I thought
he'd bust.  So, I fucked him senseless, which made him even more happy."

	"Congratulations," I offered.  "That's a big step for you."  Dave
smiled his approval.  "We ARE talking about serious love interest here,
aren't we?"

	"Yeah, guilty," he sighed.  "I love the guy.  I never thought it
would happen again, especially considering what a slut I am.  But, he seems
to look beyond that and likes it.  There's no accounting for taste."

	"I know you both taste good and that's fine with me," Dave
snickered.  "Be good to my baby brother or I'll do something we'd both
regret."  Dave was joking, but serious enough that Trevor blanched.

	"Uh, yeah, sure, Dave!" Trevor stammered.  Trevor had big muscles,
but Dave's were bigger in the right places, and Dave was taller.  It
wouldn't be an even contest, even though they weighed about the same.

	"Just kidding, Trevor," Dave smiled.  "Sorta!" he added as we left
for the locker room.

	"You scared the shit outta him," I whispered to Dave as we started
to take off our summer shorts and t-shirts.  He smiled and nodded.  "You
really meant it?" I asked wide- eyed.

	"Sorta," he repeated, but with a grin.  "I've always been
protective of Donnie.  I don't know why, I just have.  That's never gonna
change.  Besides, it'll give Trevor an added 'incentive' to think about it
before he does anything rash with their relationship.  Donnie's always been
one to wear his heart on his sleeve.  I don't wanna see him get hurt," he
added as he stripped off his socks and stood nude before me.  "You
understand me?" he smiled.

	"I understand this," I leaned in and kissed the head of his big
dick.

	"You're such a fag!" he laughed pulling away.

	"And you love it."

	"Yeah," he smiled, "I do.  Come 'ere."  I took a step toward him.
"I love you, Mike," he whispered and kissed me hard on the lips.  I wrapped
my arms around him and kissed him back.  In less than five heartbeats, we
broke our kiss, but that was enough to raise both our dicks to nearly full
mast.  "See what you do to me?" he grinned, squeezing his dick.  "I oughta
fuck you right here, again!"

	"You expect me to decline your kind offer?" I smiled at him, then,
turned and bent over.  "Remind you of anything you enjoy?"

	"Fuck, YEAH!" he moaned.  He closed the distance between us in one
stride and rammed his monster up my ass in one long stroke.  The lube from
our recent fuck was aiding his swift entry.  "Gawd!  What a fuckin' ass!"
he groaned leaning over my back and shoving hard into me.  He kissed the
back of my neck and twisted my erect nipples.  "I never get enough of this
sweet hole, Mike."

	"Wanna take it into the steam room or sauna?" I suggested, grabbing
his hard ass with both hands and pulling him even more tightly into me.  "I
never have enough of your loads in me."

	He pulled out reluctantly (his dick streaked with his last big load
up my ass), but with a lecherous grin on his face.  "We'd better take a
couple of towels to cover up the evidence, in case we get interrupted."
But, luck wasn't on our side. The boring straight guys were in the sauna
and an old troll was in the steam room.  Dave smiled at me as we closed the
steam room door.  "There's always later, Sugar."  I nodded, but was clearly
disappointed.  "I promised to make it up to you, Babe."

	We pulled on our gym clothes and headed to the exercise floor.  We
did only aerobics on Friday, plus abs.  We were off the floor in less than
an hour.  But, again, we were stymied.  Dave sighed.  "We're better at
home, anyway."  He was right, of course.  In a flash, we showered, dressed,
and headed for home.

	But, I made Dave detour to the store, and picked up extra
strawberries and a container of cut up watermelon.  We had to wander
through the wine section to see if Jason was there.  Besides, we needed to
take a good champagne bottle with us to the barbeque later.

	"Hey, guys!  What's up?" Jason smiled when he saw us.

	"How are you and Randy doin'?" I asked.

	"We're great, Mike. Thanks for asking. And I can tell that you two
are still hotter than a couple of two-dollar pistols.  How do you manage?"

	"We just came from the gym.  I'm sure that's it," Dave said.  "And
thanks for noticing."

	"How could I not notice?  WOOF!" Jason smiled, nearly drooling over
Dave.

	"Down, Boy!  Or we'll tell Randy!" Dave laughed.

	"Oh, he's used to how I drool over other men.  That just gets him
hot to have sex with me, again.  Too bad he isn't here now to fuck my ass
for me.  He's REAL good!"

	"I'll bet you're pretty good yourself," I ventured, fishing for
more sexual data.

	"Yeah, we're both so versatile that we never can decide who gets
fucked first."

	"Sounds like a happy home to me," Dave smiled.

	"We're not living together, yet," Jason grinned suspiciously.

	"Yet?" I asked catching his meaning quickly.

	"Yeah, we've talked about it several times.  Randy's in an
apartment, I own a house.  So, it would make the most sense to move in with
me.  But, the place is kinda small and I don't like the area that much.
I've been thinking about moving, anyway.  Too many breeders!" he laughed.

	"You wanna live in the gay ghetto?" Dave asked.

	"Naw, just a nice place with good neighbors, but closer to town for
both of us."

	"You have an agent looking for you, yet?" I wondered.

	"We've only started talking about living together.  We aren't to
the point of getting serious about jointing owning a house together.
That's a big step."

	"We were together for a year before we bought our place together.
But, it was either remodel and expand the old place or buy a new one," Dave
revealed.

	"So, I should wait a year?"

	"No, you should move to a place you want when you're both ready.
But, you haven't even moved in together yet.  So, you aren't even to the
first step," Dave reminded him.

	"Oh, yeah.  I guess that is the first step.  But, my place is so
small!" he protested.

	"Okay, so how small is small?" I asked.

	"Only two bedrooms and one bath."

	"And the problem is what?" Dave pressed.

	"Well, I know he has lots of stuff and that house can't take it
all."

	"Are you sure about that?" Dave asked him.  "Divorces can leave the
guy with damned little furniture and no house.  Ask him for more details
about his situation.  It may not be such a big move.  Besides, what do you
use the second bedroom for now?"

	"Uh, a guest room and some storage."

	"And he's gonna be in your bed, so that's still a guest bedroom,"
Dave countered.

	"He can put all of his clothes in the closet in the second
bedroom," I suggested before he could protest, again.  "What are you using
that for now, anyway?"

	"Well, nothing really.  It's just storage, but no clothes hanging."

	"So you may have to get a chest of drawers, or he could have one
already," Dave pushed.  "Stop putting up barriers and talk to him.  If you
do find something hard to hurdle, ask us.  We've been through it all!"

	Jason thought about it for a moment.  "Sure, that's fair, why not!
We'll talk tonight and see what we can accomplish.  The guy really makes me
hot, and I wanna fuck with him for a lot of years."

	"Good.  Now that THAT'S settled, how about if you recommend a light
champagne that would go well with a barbeque?" I asked.  He asked what was
on the menu, but we weren't sure other than what we were bringing.

	"Well, you'll need one of the sweeter ones to go with the sweet
fruit and fudge," he mused.  He pulled one off the shelf, but put it back.
"Not right for a barbeque.  Hmm.  How about this one?" he asked showing us
a California bubbly.

	"If you say so," Dave nodded.  "Uh, we need enough to lubricate at
least nine big guys," he suggested looking to me for confirmation of the
number.  I had to think about it for a few seconds as I counted off the
attendees.

	"We'll need enough for eleven," I corrected.  Dave looked puzzled.

	"Shit!  I forgot the boys behind us."

	"So, that means a case of this, Jason," I reckoned.  "You got it on
hand?"

	He laughed.  "You guys always have the biggest orders.  Let me
check my inventory," he said walking to his workstation and typing in
several numbers.  "Yep, got it.  But, I'll be down to one bottle.  I'd
better put in an order for another case now while I'm thinkin' about it."
He tapped a few more keys, wrote up the order (including the 10% case
discount), and got up to fetch the case of champagne from the refrigerated
storeroom.  "Keep this chilled.  Champagne doesn't like to be warmed and
chilled repeatedly."

	I looked at Dave.  I didn't think we had that much space in the
refrigerator.  Then, I remembered the wine fridge could easily take the
whole case.  He grinned at me as he came to the same conclusion.  "And we
have a big cooler we can haul down to Gary and Robert's to keep it that
way.  But, we'll need a couple bags of ice, too."  Jason grabbed two bags
from the nearby freezer and added them to our grocery cart.

	"You guys make me look SO good to corporate," Jason grinned.  "Some
of our more expensive wines don't move very fast, but I kept telling them
that we're in the right area to attract discriminating shoppers who'd
appreciate a good value in a top-end wine.  You made my argument SING!
They're even considering my proposal to expand the wine section, including
the refrigerated storage space."

	"Congratulations, Jason!" Dave beamed.  "Couldn't happen to a nicer
guy."

	"I'm glad we played some small part in this, too," I smiled.

	"Keep telling all your friends about my wine selection," Jason
prompted.

	"We always do, because you know your wines, Jason. That's what
always clinches the recommendation," I noted.

	"Thanks, guys.  I owe you for so many things," he allowed.  "But,
Randy's still the best one."

	"Tell him that he owes you a big fuck, because we got you
together," Dave whispered.  Jason nodded and grinned salaciously.

	After we unloaded the wine at home and placed it in the big cooler
with ice, I suggested that we spend some "quality" time in the bedroom.
Dave's clothes were tossed on to the floor and his ass was in the air
before I could get my shoes and socks off.  From his doggie style position,
his butt was inviting.  I leaned in and licked his furry ass trench.  Then,
I pulled off my screen printed t-shirt and shucked my shorts quickly.  My
dick throbbed as I neared his hot, muscled ass.  I'd had in mind that he
was going to fuck me again after our failed attempts at the gym, but this
idea worked just as well.

	"You want my sweaty ass, doncha, Babe?" Dave whispered huskily.  I
burrowed my tongue deeply into his hairy trench, licking and slurping as I
went.  "Yeah, that's it, Mike.  Oh, yeah!  Fuck, that's good!  Get lower,
Man!  Eat my asshole for me!"  I deliberately tarried high on his trench,
never straying into the dip that heralded his deep, puckered well.

	My tongue slipped lower by less than half an inch.  His pucker was
still out of range and Dave was going crazy with lust.  He raised his ass
higher to get me to go lower, but I stayed with him frustrating his eager
desires to be rimmed.  I kissed his round, hard ass cheeks.  "FUCK!  You're
drivin' me CRAZY, Mike!  Have mercy!  Eat my ass, PLEASE!" he begged.  I
pulled my face away and pushed his ass higher.  Dave sighed with
anticipation.

	I went lower, all right.  I ducked very low, and licked his
swinging nuts, burying my nose in his ass pucker.  His muscle cheeks
clamped shut at the sudden intrusion, pinching off my air.  I breathed
through my mouth, blowing hot air on his boiling nuts.  "DAMN!  FUCK ME,
MAN!  FUCK ME!" he bellowed.  He grabbed my head with both hands and rammed
my face into his butt, my mouth directed to his ass lips.  I kissed his
nether lips, then, licked around the edge of his pucker.  He quivered like
a leaf in a gale.  He moaned with pleasure and sated lust.  "That's it.
Eat that brown sugar ass, Babe."

	Reaching between his legs, I felt for his monster dong.  It was
hard, parallel with his abs, and jerking lightly with each heartbeat.
Precum drooled in a steady stream from the bloated tip.  I pulled it down
slightly to get a better grip and to stroke it slowly.  He groaned again,
backing harder on to my face, then, thrusting forward to stroke his fat
dick in my hand.  I pushed more spit up his ass, licking around the inside
of his ass chute as his butthole relax more and more.

	He handed me the lube container.  "Ride me hard!" he insisted.
"Get high on my back and hammer my hole into the mattress.  Don't hold
back.  Just FUCK ME!" he demanded.

	I stood on my knees behind him, admiring his broad, muscled back
and round, hard ass.  "You know how much you love getting rimmed.  You can
wait a few more seconds before you get fucked," I told him.  I jammed my
dick against his butthole to make my point.  But, I hadn't figured on how
slick his pucker was or how relaxed and eager to be fucked he was.  I slid
in past the head and plowed forward a couple of extra inches.  Pulling back
out, I kissed his ass at the tailbone.  "Just a preview of good things to
come!" I smiled.

	"Oh, FUCK!  I need DICK!" he moaned at the emptiness of his
asshole.  I pushed him down on the bed, forcing his melon buns apart with
my hands.  My tongue speared his hole hotly.  "Yeah, FUCK, YEAH!  EAT IT!"
he begged, pulling his ass cheeks apart while rearing his hips up several
inches.  The joy of being rimmed had instantly replaced his need to be
fucked.  But, that wouldn't last long.

	My dick jerked and spewed precum in an astonishing amount, even for
me.  "You got the hottest ass I've ever eaten, Dave.  But, I wanna watch
you this time as I flood your ass.  Turn over," I demanded.  He immediately
complied, pulling his legs hard into his chest and exposing that winking
beauty between his ass globes.  "Hot fuckin' ASS!" I murmured.  I dove in
and ate him, again.  He pushed my face harder into his asshole as my tongue
worked and licked to get him totally relaxed.

	"Fuck me, Mike!  PLEASE!" Dave wailed.  "I need your dick, BAD!"  I
pulled away from his hot butthole and lined up my fat dick for entry.  It
felt hot to the touch and the head was fiery hot and bloated.  A couple of
pulls on it would have tripped my cum- wire easily.  I pushed into his
spit-slicked hole, stretching Dave's sphincter to the max as it gobbled up
my fat dickhead.  He clamped down hard and smiled up at me.  I leaned in
and kissed him hard, as the last half inch of my dick shaft and pubes
ground into his tender ass lips.  "Oh, yeah!  That's what I needed," he
groaned.

	"I'm so close to spraying your deep ass, Dave.  You'd better not
milk it, or this'll be the shortest fuck we've ever had."

	He smiled mischievously, but didn't milk my dick.  I slowly
extracted my shaft until only the big head was buried.  Pushing back
inside, I let out a long breath I'd been holding.  I'd been so close to
cumming that the act of breathing could have set it off.  He slowly stroked
his massive dick, keeping the same slow pace that I was working in and out
of his butthole.  We kissed several times, each one more meaningful and
more sexually charged.  "I'm gonna cum REAL soon," he warned.  "You still
right at the edge?"  I nodded.  "Blow me while you blast your hot load up
my ass like I did for you earlier today," he whispered.  He was as close as
I was when I'd been holding my breath.  I knew his warning signs.

	I grinned down at him, suddenly picking up the pace.  He knew
instantly that we were going to cum together.  His breath caught at the
same time mine did.  I hammered at his prostate deliberately.  "Ah, SHIT!"
he moaned and flogged his monster dick hard.  I batted his hand away and
easily bent over, swallowing his fat dickhead and several inches of hard,
black dick.

	His body jerked and I tasted cum.  He jerked again and his ass
milked me hard, bearing down mercilessly on my sensitive dickhead.  A heavy
shot of ball honey coated the inside of my mouth and I swallowed.  Another
blast, then, another.  He thrashed beneath me, continuously milking my dick
(which was now well past the point of no return).  I wanted to hold back as
long as I could, so I could swallow his entire load.

	But, you can't hold back a flood as overwhelming as this one was.
Dave's control was returning, but mine was rapidly being stripped away.
"AH, FUCK!" I roared and blasted a heavy rope of cream deeply into his
hungry hole.  I fucked hard into him, grinding in all 9" of pulsating,
shooting dick.  "SHIT!" I added as more waves of dick sauce splashed and
sprayed into his hot hole.

	"Yeah, Man!  That's it!  Cum hard in my ass.  Fuck me, Man!  Fuck
me!" Dave encouraged as he flogged his slowly wilting dick and milked my
rapidly thrusting sperm launcher.  My climax ebbed, but I couldn't get
enough of his tight ass.  My dick was buried so deeply in his ass that even
his talented milking machine wasn't reaching my sensitive dickhead.  I held
it there, deep in his hole enjoying the receding waves of climax, feeling
my dick jerk occasionally to another small gush of cum for his hungry ass.
"You're so fuckin' good at this," I smiled down at him.  I bent over again,
and licked up the stray cum spatters I'd missed because of my own climax

	His climax had produced several splashes of cum on his chest and
abs, but I'd swallowed most of it and cleaned up the rest.  "We'd better
shower before we go," Dave suggested when I pulled out.  "If Trevor can
tell we've been fucking, these guys will know for sure."

	"What's wrong with that?" I teased.  He couldn't think of a good
reason, so he slapped my ass and pushed me into the shower with him,
anyway.  "Better hand me that mouthwash, too," I indicated, pointing to the
bottle we kept in the oversized shower for just such occasions.  "Those cum
hounds will pick it up right away.  You know how they love to give everyone
a personal grope and a kiss."

	Dave nodded and laughed.  "Like they've never done it?  I've kissed
Robert and Gary and gotten a big taste of cum from both of them."

	"Just humor me," I sighed.  "We don't need to confirm that we're
hormonally crazed fags in constant need to cum."

	He laughed again.  "Good thing we aren't doing butt checks.  You
can be sure that Robert and Gary will both have stretched buttholes after
Junior gets done with them.  And you can rest assured that he'll have
already pounded their butts before the guests arrived, not once but several
times.  You know how hungry he is for butt-fucking."

	"All the more reason that we invite Junior and Ben to our little
'debutante ball' for Preston tomorrow.  Don't you think they'll make a
perfect couple?"

	"Possibly," Dave sounded cautiously.  "But, there is the age
difference, and the college years, and the clear fact that Ben's got a huge
cock that shouldn't go unused because Junior is such a confirmed top."

	"That's up to them to sort out.  Junior loves to fuck and Ben loves
to get fucked.  If it works out, good.  If not, no harm done.  Besides, Ben
may not care if he's ever a top with Junior's monster probe up his ass on a
regular basis.  Getting hammered every ten minutes is probably Ben's idea
of a pleasant way to spend an evening."

	Dave smiled.  "Yeah, no harm in introducing them.  So, Miss
Matchmaker, who are you trying to line up for Preston?"

	"Well," I said turning off the shower and grabbing towels for both
of us, "I was thinking of Jeremy, of course."

	"Of course."

	"And my doctor, Grant, or Sean, the mover, or Scott Erskine, or
Steve's sons Jim and Jeff, or even their friend Eric, the bodybuilder?"

	"How many guys are you inviting to this little soiree, Mike?" Dave
wondered.

	"I hadn't thought of it, really.  We should call this afternoon
before we go to Gary and Robert's barbeque," I offered.

	"Well, let's talk about it.  We don't wanna overwhelm poor Preston.
Besides, I wanna hammer his ass a few times before he's scooped up by our
randy friends," he laughed.

	"So, keep the guest list short and non-threatening to your libido?"
I grinned.

	"Bitch!"

	"Thanks!"

	"I can get all the hot ass I need right here," he reminded me,
patting my dried butt.  I grabbed an old pair of gym shorts.  "You gonna
wear those to the party?"

	"No, I'm putting them on so I can avoid getting my ass fucked again
before we go down there.  I know how your libido is once it's been
awakened.  You'll wanna fuck all the time."

	"And the problem with that is?" he smiled, pulling my shorts down
to my ankles and pressing his tongue against my asshole.  He pushed me on
to the bed, his tongue hungrily licking at my pucker.  I sighed
contentedly.  We still had a few hours to waste (even though we had guests
to invite to tomorrow's party).

	After another shower, we drew up a quick guest list.  Dave allowed
it to be a long one, as the notice was so short.  However, most invitees
accepted.  As everyone insisted on bringing something, we suggested
something light that was finger food.  We'd supply the drinks: beer, wine,
champagne, and sodas. The only people we couldn't reach were my doctor,
Eric the bodybuilder, and Phil and Farrell (the neighbors down the street).
But, we'd see them tonight and extend a personal invitation.

	I fixed the summer salad, but put my special champagne dressing in
a container, opting to dress the salad just before dinner.  Dave checked
the champagne to be sure the ice hadn't all melted.  The air conditioning
had kept the house cool and the ice mostly intact.  He decided we didn't
need to add more ice as the cooler was well insulated.  Dave checked the
mail (as we'd forgotten all about it) at five o'clock.  "It's hot outside,"
he declared.  "What's the drag for tonight, Mike?"

	"I don't recall hearing one mentioned," I answered.  He called to
get clarification.  The answer was, the less the better.  Be as comfortable
as you want, just don't scare the children or scandalize the neighbors.  He
grinned at that.  "What does your devious mind have cooked up?"

	"Just gym shorts with sandals?" he suggested.  "Lord knows you've
got the body for it, Mike.  And so do I, probably," he grinned.  The entire
world (gay or straight) drooled when Dave took his clothes off.

	"You warn them that we'd be dressed like that?"

	"Oh, yeah!  Robert and Gary loved the idea.  Phil and Farrell
won't, but that's okay.  They need some hot men to improve their sexual
fantasies, so their sex lives will be better.  And Nick and Mark have no
shame, so they'll be wearing swimsuits, probably.  Hopefully, Kurt and Gene
got the same message."

	"I'll trot on over and make sure," I suggested.

	"Not alone, you aren't," Dave laughed running after me, through the
gate into their back yard.  We rattled the back door knob and walked in.
"Anybody home?" Dave yelled.  We heard a commotion upstairs.  "Probably
caught them fucking, again," Dave muttered in a stage whisper.  I burst out
laughing.

	"That you Mike and Dave?" answered Kurt.

	"Yeah, us in the flesh," Dave answered back.

	"Come upstairs and see what they've done to the upstairs bathroom
and master bedroom." Gene called.  I distinctly heard giggling.  "We're in
the front bedroom, to the left at the top of the stairs."

	Dave glanced at me and smiled.  "Wanna bet they're butt naked, on
the bed, doggie style, looking for a couple of studs to mount and breed
them?"

	"Nothing like a sure bet," I grinned back.  We walked into the
second bedroom and found exactly what Dave had described.  "I hope we
didn't interrupt anything?"

	"Just some heavy butt munching which you can finish for us," Kurt
suggested wiggling his butt.

	"I don't think you were gonna stop at butt munching," I said,
running my hands over Kurt's round, muscled ass.  Dave was doing the same
to Gene's muscled butt.

	"Guilty," Gene snickered.  "Eat it or fuck it or both.  But, we
gotta have it," he begged.  "We've been fuckin' each other to death and now
need another, less familiar dick to finish us off."

	"Dinnertime!" Dave leered, and dove in.  His long tongue slithered
and licked around Gene's eager hole as I repeated the same to Kurt.  Their
sweaty buttholes and ass trenches tasted great!  We were hard and ready to
mount them in less than two minutes.  Slipping on condoms and applying
lube, we sank deliciously in unison up their steamy holes.  "DAMN!  This is
one fine, muscle ass, Gene!  FUCK!"  Dave began his seesaw motion, fucking
the heavily muscled strength coach with a monster dick, shorter than
Kurt's, but thicker.

	"Yeah, Man!  Fuck that hot ass!" Gene insisted.

	I leaned over Kurt's back, rubbing my hairy, hard pecs on his
rippling back and whispered in his ear, "Daddy's home and he wants to fuck
his favorite boy's ass."  Kurt moaned.  "Daddy loves this hot boy butt," I
added plunging in hard, thrusting deeply.  I pounded his butt for another
minute, then, whispered more words to get him hot.  "I wanna fuck your boy
hole and watch your face when your Daddy cums hard in your tight boy cunt."

	He immediately flipped over and I plugged in, again, sinking once
more to my pubes.  "Yeah, Daddy!  Fuck my boy hole for me.  Cum in my ass,
Daddy!" he whispered.  We were having our own, private fuck session.  Dave
and Gene were getting into their own scene.  I distinctly heard Gene call
Dave "his ebony fuck god".  But, Kurt pulled me in for another passionate
kiss.  "I'm gonna cum, Daddy!  Please!  Fuck my boy hole!  I need your cum
in me, Daddy!"  I leaned over farther and sucked on the big 12" dick this
"boy" was flogging.  Sucking the head and several inches like I'd done for
Dave earlier, I swallowed a big load of young man sperm, enjoying immensely
the bland, nutty, creamy flavor.

	As Kurt's climax wound down, mine hit its peak and filled the
protective rubber.  I rammed, hammered and fucked the hapless lad beneath
me, his hard ass keenly absorbing each thrust and jerk inside his hungry
tunnel.  His 6'8" frame shuddering with each hard jab against his joy
button.  When I finally regained some control, I heard Dave cut loose with
a bellow that would have done a bull proud.  Gene was working Dave's hard
pecs with his big hands, as Dave slammed hard into Gene's well-fucked ass.

	"Watch Gene," Kurt whispered to me.  In an instant, Gene's eyes
rolled up in his head and his monster dick sprayed indiscriminately across
his muscled torso.  Gene's hands had grabbed Dave's ass, and he was hanging
on tight for the ride of his life.  Without the support of Gene's hands on
his chest, Dave collapsed on to Gene's broad chest, smearing them both in
cum as Dave humped on autopilot.  Gene's heavily muscled legs were wrapped
tightly about Dave's waist, his feet and hands pushing Dave's ass hard.
They kissed savagely, like two animals in the height of rutting season,
going for maximum pleasure and stimulation.

	I kissed Kurt tenderly.  "He's quite a stud, Kurt.  You're a lucky
man," I whispered.

	"Thanks, Mike," he grinned as I pulled my spent dick from his ass.
I offered him my filled condom.  "And thanks for doing the daddy/son thing.
You know how hot that makes me, especially with you."  I smiled.  I knew.
He drank the contents, stripping the rubber of my warm cream.  I kissed him
again and glanced at Dave.  He'd offered the same prize from his dick to
Gene.  He greedily emptied the condom, too.

	One final shower and mouth rinse (after telling the lads of the
"dress code"), and we packed up our food for the barbeque.  We carried the
cooler between us (salad dressing inside).  I had the salad in one hand,
and Dave carried the Grand Marnier fudge in his other hand.

	Dale (from next door) was driving toward his house when he spotted
us.  He stopped and rolled down his window.  "Hottest fuckin' studs I've
ever seen! DAMN!" he smiled.  Carrying the heavy cooler, we were flexed and
glowing with sweat.  We did look pretty good, I agreed.  We nodded his
"greeting" and kept walking.

	"Just how fucking hot is it out here?" Dave asked, as our hosts
greeted us at their front door.

	"Over 90 degrees still," Robert smiled, giving me, then, Dave a
kiss.  "It hit 92 today."

	"Air conditioning sure feels good," I allowed.

	"Yeah," agreed Gary as he came in through the kitchen into the
living room.  "Hot out on the back deck."

	"Where do you want the champagne cooler?" Dave asked.

	"Take it into the kitchen and put it in front of the oven. We won't
be using that today," Robert laughed.

	"This goes in the fridge," I offered, handing Gary the summer salad
after getting a wet kiss.  "The dressing's in the cooler. This," I added,
"can be at room temperature, as long as the room doesn't get over 80
degrees."

	"Ah, two of my favorite fucks," boomed a voice from behind me.
That Texas drawl could only come from Junior.  I turned and smiled.  He
walked up to me and gave my crotch a playful squeeze.  He kissed me, then,
groped my ass with both hands.  "Lordy!  You boys are sweatin' up a storm
here," he grinned.  "Mind if I lick the sweat off your pointy nipples?"
Without waiting for permission (as if THAT would be a problem), he licked
my right, then, my left nipple, sucking contentedly.  Of course, the entire
time he was working my ass with one hand and my quickly expanding cock with
the other.

	"If you don't back off, Junior," I warned with a smile, "I'm gonna
fuck that hot Texas ass of your with this thing you grew."

	He laughed and spun away, giving Dave the same treatment.  A moment
later, he shouted, "DAMNATION! I'd forgotten how big this trouser trout
gets!" Junior smiled at Dave.

	"Same thing Mike said, Junior.  Only this thing will rip you a new
one," Dave teased.

	"I'd take you both on," Gary offered with a half smile, "But, the
Texas butt ranger has already fucked my ass to shreds this afternoon.  I
doubt if I could take anyone on now."

	"Don't look at me," Robert laughed.  "He hammered my ass just as
much.  And I loved ever inch of it, but not again, not for a while!"

	As the other guests began arriving, it became obvious that Junior
was over- dressed.  He had brought shorts to wear, but they didn't cover
much.  As there were no ladies present and only gay men, he agreed that
he'd be more comfortable in them than his Wranglers.  When he returned,
there was a collective intake of breath from the neighbors.  They'd never
had the opportunity to bed him, so they had no idea how big that Texas
torpedo was.  "It gets MUCH bigger, boys," he grinned, noting everyone's
unabashed stares at his monster dick, barely hidden in his tight shorts.
There were many comments about his round, fuckable ass, but he set them all
straight that "this Texas ass don't get fucked!"

	The dinner was a delight.  Junior spun many a tall tale with clever
additions from everyone attending.  The champagne disappeared as quickly as
we'd expected, the day being hot and the men thirsty.  The barbequed ribs
(boneless and bone-in) were consumed along with the summer salad (rave
reviews, of course), corn on the cob, a green salad, and my Grand Marnier
fudge.  By eleven o'clock, we were tired and said our goodnights, reminding
everyone of our party for Preston tomorrow.  Kurt and Gene were tantalized
by Junior's monster dick, but decided that after we'd plowed them so well,
they'd take a rain check on the Texas trouser trout.  Phil and Farrell were
the good monogamous boys, but did cop a feel of Junior's monster as they
left.  Nick and Mark stayed "to tidy up and help around generally," they'd
said.  Gary and Robert were grateful.  Now, Junior would have someone else
to fuck to death instead of their tender holes.

	We were up before seven the next morning, hit the shower, but
delayed breakfast.  We thought that Preston's flight was so early that he
probably hadn't had time to eat.  Southwest Airlines wasn't an airline to
offer meals on any flights.  I checked the Internet to see how his flight
was progressing.  (You can do this too, by going to www.trip.com and
clicking on the Flight Tracker program.  It will ask for the airline and
flight number.  You'll get a great graphical or text presentation of
exactly where the plane is on an aerial map.  It's all free!  Great stuff!)
His flight would be on time (7:45).  That left us 25 minutes to get to the
airport, park the car, and meet his flight.

	At that hour on Saturday morning, we buzzed to the airport in less
than 15 minutes.  Parking was a breeze in the short-term lot.  Entering the
terminal, we glanced at the monitor to see at which gate his flight would
be arriving.  Dave pointed us down the right concourse.  We sailed through
security (carrying nothing).  But, his gate was nearly at the end of a very
long hallway.  By the time we arrived there, his flight was deplaning.
Preston wasn't in the first group of passengers, so we waited off to the
left, letting other weary passengers shuffle off toward baggage claim.

	Finally, Dave spotted him.  His 6'3", blonde, muscular visage
towered over everyone there.  A big smile spread over his face when he
spotted me, then, Dave.  He dropped his carry-on at my feet and gave me a
big hug and kiss on the cheek.  "You have no idea how much I need this
vacation," he sighed.  "Thanks for having me for a whole week."

	"Our pleasure," Dave assured him, getting the same treatment as I
had.  "I assume you have luggage to stay a week?"

	"Oh, yeah, just one suitcase, but an important one.  This," he
indicated picking up his carry-on bag, "will last only a day."  By the time
we re-walked the long concourse, his lone suitcase was slowly spinning
around the baggage carousel.  He retrieved it, put it on the floor,
extracted a handle, and pulled it toward the parking garage and Dave's car.
"I brought along my genealogy, Mike, so we can compare notes."

	"Great idea, Preston!" I smiled.  "I love doing that stuff."  Dave
smiled indulgently.  He knew how focused I get when discussing family
trees.  He'd find something else to entertain himself while Preston and I
were comparing notes.

	"This is really great of you guys to put me up like this," Preston
beamed.  "A college teacher's salary isn't the greatest, ya know."

	"We'd do it anyway, Preston," Dave assured him.  "You're a hot man
and we wanted to enjoy you, again."

	"That's the part I'm looking forward to the most!" he grinned,
slipping the suitcase and his bag into the trunk.  His bent over position
made Dave smile and pat his ass in a familiar manner.  Preston looked over
his shoulder to see who was playing with his butt.  "I'm looking forward to
LOTS of action from both of you."

	"After we work you over for a while, you'll need to get your rest.
There's a party tonight and you're the guest of honor," I smiled, rubbing
his other, Levi-clad, hard ass cheek.

	"Lots of hot men, like you?" he asked smiling and gripping a
handful of dick in each hand.  Our shorts didn't hide much.

	"Many," Dave promised.

	"You had breakfast?" I murmured, enjoying the big blonde's hand on
my growing dick.

	"Just pretzels and cranberry juice on the plane," he grinned.  "You
know how Southwest is.  But, I'd rather have sausage for breakfast," he
added squeezing our thick dicks meaningfully.  "With lots of cream."

	"Gawd!  I could fuck your hot ass right here," Dave warned.  His
big dickhead was sticking out the bottom of one of the legs of his shorts.
Preston squeezed the head, getting several drops of precum (which he
immediately licked off his fingers).

	"Get the fuck in the car before we create a scene!" I hissed.  "I
could fuck both of you right now without lube!"  I pushed Preston in the
back seat with me, leaving a frustrated Dave to drive the car.  I played
with his dick in his tight Levi's, pausing only when we got to the
tollbooth.  "Pull down your pants, Preston and roll on to your stomach," I
commanded after we'd cleared the parking garage tollbooth and sped on to
the freeway.  I wanna eat that hot ass and get it ready for a deep fuck
when we get home."

	He smiled and winked at me.  "I never want this to stop.  I want
one of you molesting me ALL the time," he grinned as he unbuckled his belt
and tugged his pants down to his knees.

	Dave glanced over his shoulder at the hot, round, white, muscle ass
exposed.  He moaned involuntarily.  "Hot ass, Preston.  I can't wait to
fuck it.  Let me get a taste of it," he said hungrily.  His hand strayed
into the back seat, his fingers finding the ass trench and swiping along
the length of it.  He licked his fingers.  "Oh, FUCK!  Hot hairy ass!  And
SO tasty!" he moaned.  He sped up.  "Gotta get that ass home before I cum
in my shorts!"  His hand worked into the back seat, again.  This time, his
fingers worked deeper into his ass trench, slipping against Preston's hot
asshole.

	"You've had enough, Dave," I admonished pushing his hand back.  "My
turn."  I sniff and signed.  A hot, muscle butt: sweaty and so fragrant
after sitting on it for a two- hour flight.  My tongue lapped at his ass
trench going deeper with each flick, drawing closer to my target.  He
spread his tight cheeks with his broad hands.  I quickly spied my target
and zeroed in.  "Ambrosia!" I murmured drawing my tongue way to enjoy the
treasures of sweat and hot butt flavors on the tip.  "How close are we to
home, Dave?"

	"Just turning off the freeway now," he breathed heavily.

	"DAMN!" I sputtered.  "I wanted to mount you right here, Preston.
You are SO fucking HOT!"

	"Get that tongue back up my asshole and make it wet.  I have an
appointment with a couple of big dicks and I need lube," he ordered.  I
pushed my tongue back up his hole, a hand pressing on the back of my head
to get me deeper.

	"Yeah, Mike!  Eat his ass!  I wanna fuck him, too!" Dave moaned
rounding the corner to our street.  With Preston's hands holding his hard
butt globes apart, it had to be Dave pushing my head deeper into Preston's
ass.  The car bounced into the driveway.  Dave slammed on the brakes,
waiting impatiently for the garage door to slowly open.  He braked inside
and shut off the engine, closing the garage door, again.  "Pull up your
pants, Preston.  You'll get more dick and ass action in under a minute than
your hot college prof life has ever had."  We were so eagerly eating
butthole and enjoying being eaten that Dave had to separate us.  "Get the
fuck upstairs before I fuck the both of you without lube or spit!" he
barked.

	We raced up the basement steps, stripping and tossing clothes as we
went.  Dave kissed me hard as we entered the bedroom.  "I wanted to taste
that hot ass of his before you ate it all away," he smiled groping my ass.
"You wanna ride his ass first?"  I nodded.

	Preston pulled off his shoes, socks, shirt, and Levi's.  Assuming a
doggie-style position, he pushed his hard dick back between his legs.  "Eat
it, Man!" he pled.  I licked from the tip of his precum-dripping dick to
the tip of his tailbone in one slurp.  Dave reached in and stroked his fat
8" dick as I concentrated on Preston's tight pucker.  Dave's monster
skidded across my ass, finding a home rubbing up and down my ass trench.
He continued to milk Preston's thick eight inches, but was putting more
energy into grinding his dick into my muscled butt cheeks.  The harder I
ate Preston's butt, the faster Dave dry humped my round butt cheeks.

	"Fuck my ass!" Dave heard in stereo.  I bagged my dick while Dave
lubed my hole, then Preston's.  I mounted the big blonde as Dave pressed
home, deep up my butt chute.  His need to breed overwhelmed us.  In less
than thirty seconds, Dave was roaring out his climax, fucking me hard and
deep.  I felt three heavy jets of steaming cum rocket deeply up my hungry
hole.  Dave's frantic mating thrusts pushed me hard into Preston's greedy
ass, nearly causing my climax, too.

	"Gawd!  What an ass!" Dave breathed slowing his pace as his climax
subsided.

	"Suck my dick, Dave!" Preston begged.  "I'm gonna cum real soon!"

	Dave moved beneath the blonde hunk and massaged his big, full nuts,
stroking the fat, leaking dick gently.  "It's too nice to suck.  I gotta
get that up my ass."  He rolled a condom on to Preston's thick dick and
backed on to it.

	"Fuckin' HOT ass!" Preston growled, pushing hard and deep in one
stroke, dragging me down with him.  As the meat to our fuck sandwich,
Preston was in control.  He thrust forward hard, then, withdrew, opening
his tight ass and consuming my bloated 9" dick.  His pace was relentless,
his ass muscles skilled.  If it were a battle being fought, I was losing
badly.  My nuts boiled over.

	"FUCK!  Take it, MAN!" I yelled and collapsed on his back as I
sprayed hard and deeply up his tight, blonde ass.  The condom caught my
load, but the way I was hammering him, I was surprised it hadn't shredded
in the fierce fucking.  My need to get off enhanced the staccato beating my
fat cockhead was delivering to his prostate.  As a final climax shudder
gripped my body, Preston bucked hard beneath me and came.

	"DAMN!  Fuckin' HOT black hole!  FUCK!" he bellowed into Dave's
ear, filling the condom with heavy dick cream.  His climax thrusts were too
much for my sensitive dickhead, so I pulled out fast.  My condom was
saturated with my starchy cum.  I stripped it off, handing it to Preston.
"Yeah, love cum!" he crooned as he drank deeply, still thrusting lazily
into Dave's satisfied ass.  "Gawd!  I could fuck your hot, black ass for
hours," he sighed, long-dicking my lover with is fat 8" dick.  It was
shrinking slowly, but both men loved the action.

	"That beauty stay hard for a while?" I asked.

	"Yeah," Preston answered dreamily.

	"Then, fuck my ass for a while with it," I offered.  He grinned
evilly, and pulled out of Dave's butt.  I lay on my back with my legs
pulled into my chest.  He wiped the excess lube off my butthole, then
sniffed and licked tentatively.

	"He barebacked your ass, didn't he?" Preston smiled.  "I can taste
his cum."  He rolled off his spent condom, handing it to Dave.  Rolling on
a new one, he said, "I love hot cum from any source."  Leaning in, he
inserted his formidable dick slowly up my creamed ass chute.  He wasn't as
big as Dave, but he sure felt good inside me.  His muscles bulged as he
hovered over me.  He kissed me, sharing Dave's cum and my ass.  "Nice ass,
Mike.  I love the feel of hot cum acting as lube for my dick in your
asshole.  HOT!  Yeah, do that milking thing for me.  Yeah!  Feels GOOD!"

	Meanwhile, Dave had added more lube to Preston's butthole and had
slowly entered him.  His dick wasn't quite hard, but it was getting there.
Preston sighed again.  "Big fuckin' cock up my ass!  DAMN!"  It felt like
Preston's dick was getting fatter and longer in my ass, too.  I pulled on
his hard, fuzzy ass cheeks to get him to go deeper and faster.  Dave was
already encouraging more speed with his increasingly savage thrusts.  "Oh,
MAN!  That feels good!  Fuck it, Dave.  FUCK IT!" Preston urged.

	"I'll be riding it a while, Pres," Dave warned.  "I just came a few
minutes ago, and it'll take a while for my nuts to recharge.  You up for
it?"

	"I could be fucked by that black monster for hours, if you can keep
it hard!" he challenged.  But, I remembered that Preston had an experienced
ass that knew how to milk and stroke a big dick into a big blast.  This
wouldn't be an exception.  Less than five minutes of heavy pounding later,
Dave was announcing loudly his unexpected climax.

	"FUCK! Take it, Pres!  FUCKIN' TAKE IT!" he roared.  Preston took
it eagerly, bucking back hard into each of Dave's thrusts.

	I milked his fat dick as expertly as I knew how.  Preston's eyes
were closed, enjoying the pleasure that Dave's fat, long dick was
delivering to his butthole.  They flew open and he grimaced.  I smiled
back. I could feel his throbbing dick jerk hard, then, again.  He groaned
and rammed me hard, burying his firing prick with rapid strokes into my
hungry hole, maximizing his orgasm.  "Damn!  What a hot ass you got, Mike,"
he finally whispered as he kissed me at the end of his hard climax.

	Smiling, I whispered back, "Practice!"



Was it the full moon?  What a day!  We still have a "debutante" party for
Preston and some additional pairings I know you'll enjoy.
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