Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 16:17:38 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 71

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

			Chapter 71--Surveillance

	A police car sat at the curb, shielded by the low trees in our
neighbor's yard across the street.  He was hidden well enough that only
cars coming up behind him or at him would notice the light bars.
Otherwise, it was like any other dark car parked on a neighborhood street.
As we walked up from the driveway to the steps, we waved to him.  He
flashed his headlights in response.

	"Nice to have him nearby, but scary that he might be needed," Dave
whispered.

	"Let's just go with the first part," I offered.

	Inside, we took a shower together and tumbled into bed.  Dave's
beautiful butt beckoned to me.  "You know," I smiled in the dark, "that ass
of yours got my dick interested in more fun."

	"I noticed."

	"Did you, now?  And what do you think we oughta do about it?"

	"Well, let's see.  I got fucked tonight, but I didn't get my
regular drink of creamy sperm.  Some rubbery thing go in the way," he said
rubbing my hairy chest.  "You got any left?" he added, his hands straying
to my hard dick and full nuts.

	"Shall we see?"

	"Won't be able to see, but I know I'll be able to feel you blast
your cum inside me, Babe," he whispered kissing me.

	"You know just what to say."

	"I could have said anything and you'd still get hard and wanna fuck
my ass."

	"I'm not stupid!  I know a hot ass when I feel one," I said
caressing his black, melon cheeks.  "Or eat one," I suggested, rolling him
on to his stomach and tonguing my way down his spine and into his deep ass
trench.

	"James sure has a hot ass," he moaned, spreading his hard butt
cheeks for me to get deeper.  "Those bubble buns made me wanna fuck 'em.
Yeah, that's it, Mike.  Yeah, like that," he urged.  I worked lower with my
lips and tongue (reminding him that HIS bubble butt was the topic of
conversation here, not James'), but I hadn't reached his back door.  Yet.
"You must think I'm the easiest lay in town," Dave sighed contentedly.

	"No, I don't," I smiled after licking down to his tight pucker.  "I
am!"  I pulled his bubble butt farther apart and slurped at his perineum,
avoiding his rosebud for the moment.  He raised his hips and separated his
muscular globes more with his big hands.  Subtlety wasn't called for now.
"Yeah, you know what I like," I moaned, giving his fuzzy nuts a quick
tongue bath, then, sped to his offered tunnel entrance.

	My long tongue licked greedily at his offered pucker for several
minutes.  One, then both, of Dave's hands pressed against the back of my
head, urging me on.  "Fuck me, Man!  I wanna feel that big dick deep in my
ass and your hairy chest rubbing against my back."  He handed me lube and
added, "And this is gonna be a long ride, so we'll need the extra
lubrication."  Whether he thought I'd cum twice already tonight and would
take more time for a third one, or he wanted a long ride was beside the
point.  He knew what he enjoyed: my dick deep in his ass making love to
him.

	I mounted him slowly, feeding my fat dick into his munching
orifice.  I kissed his neck and earlobe, breathing hotly my love for him.
His hips rose suddenly, gulping down the last two inches of thick shaft.
He sighed pleasurably.  "Damn!  That feels good," I whispered.  His ass
muscles pulled and milked at my sperm launcher.  "You've got the best ass
for fucking.  Those hard muscles, deep hole, hot body, and milking skills
would make a eunuch cream.  DAMN!" I groaned.  He moaned as I pulled out
several inches and repeatedly jabbed at his prostate with my big cockhead.
"You like that, doncha?" I smiled.

	"Fuck, YEAH!" he groaned.  "You can fuck me all night doin' that!"
I pulled him tighter into me, my coarse chest hairs lightly chafing his
skin, my dick drilling deeply, again.  "Gawd!  I love it when you do that.
I feel so possessed and loved."  For the next fifteen minutes, we made
love.  We tried every position Dave thought of, each time bringing us to
new heights of pleasure.  My bull nuts were boiling and begging for
release.

	"You're gonna take such a load up your ass this time," I warned him
when we were fucking face to face.  He pulled me down and kissed me
passionately.

	"I hope so," he grinned.  I moved a free hand to his throbbing dick
and jacked him slowly, in rhythm to my leisurely thrusts up his butt.
"But, I'm gonna shoot too soon if you keep doing that."  His strong hands
rested on my butt cheeks, but now held me tight against his hungry, round,
muscled butt.  "I'm gonna cum, if you don't back off," he groaned through
clenched teeth.  He held his breath.  I felt his dick jerk in my fist,
once, then, again.  Cloudy juices flowed from the gaping piss slit.  Spasms
pulsed through his body.  My dick felt two quick, milking grips from his
ass channel.

	"Geez!  You ARE close," I marveled.

	He sighed.  "That prerelease should keep me from cumming soon," he
hoped.  I leaned over and sucked the errant sperm from the tip of his dick,
then, kissed him again, sharing my bounty.

	"Tastes as good as always," I smiled.

	"I kinda liked it, too," he beamed, smacking his lips.  "Lots more
where that came from."

	"I aim to make you prove that," I grinned resuming my slow thrusts
into him.  "Don't touch your dick.  I wanna see if I can make you cum just
by fuckin' you."

	"Yeah, love that!"

	I leaned in and kissed him, again.  I held his hands down on the
bed, so he couldn't stroke his long, fat dick.  "Just relax and enjoy what
I'm doing for you.  Close your eyes and concentrate on the feel of my dick
deep inside you.  Feel your big dick pulse and throb each time I hit your
prostate," I droned quietly.  I didn't want to put him to sleep, but I did
want him to focus on getting fucked.  Riding his ass with deliberate,
shallow pumps, I worked on hitting his prostate with my fat, flared
dickhead with each thrust and withdrawal.  Waves from his milking,
ass-chute muscles washed over my thick shaft and sensitive cockhead.

	Despite my best efforts to bring him to climax, I'd be hitting mine
first.  There was no holding back.  This wasn't a race, but I was
disappointed that I hadn't succeeded.  I held my breath, thought of the
attack on the Consulate, thought of my sisters, anything to delay the
inevitable.  Nothing worked.  I came hard.  "FUCK!" I shouted and shoved
hard and deep into Dave, unleashing a torrent of heavy, dick cream.  I
pulled back and rammed hard again.

	"Yeah, FUCK ME!" Dave pled.  "I'm so fuckin' CLOSE!"  I tried to
regain control and short-dick him, so his prostate would be ravaged, and
he'd shoot his load without jacking himself.  But, my need to sow my creamy
seed overwhelmed me.  Each attempt to pull out and rub the firing head of
my fat dick against his prostate was thwarted by my squirting dick
thrusting hard back into him.  My nuts kicked three more times, draining
additional cum down my long shaft and into Dave's deep hole.  The
lubricating dick honey made the friction of fucking his hungry ass better
with each long thrust.  I ground in my fat, 9" dick as deeply as possible.
My dick fired again, but not as hard.  I pulled back and rubbed fast on his
prostate before my next climax wave unexpectedly crested and slammed me
into him, again.  My sensitivity index was climbing rapidly. I couldn't
stroke him much more.

	But, it was enough.  "Ah, SHIT!" my Nubian prince bellowed.  My
eyes popped open in time to see creamy ball juice bubble from the tip of
his horse dick.  His body convulsed, his ass channel grasping my shooting
dick hard.  More cum shot from his dick, falling on to his hard abs.  I
leaned in fast, opened my mouth, and sucked warm sperm from his black
dickhead.  "FUCK!" he shouted and crammed his dick several inches into my
face.  His dick sprayed hard against the back of my throat, his back
arching to bury his dick farther.  Dave's hands pushed my head deeper on to
his firing prong.  I resisted, wanting to taste his load, not just swallow
it.

	I grabbed his big nuts and pulled.  My tongue lashed at the
sensitive head.  He shot more dick gravy, but backed off trying to ram his
11" fuck hose down my throat.  I sucked harder, rolling his nuts in my
fingers, bathing his fat dick in cum and saliva.  My slowly shrinking dick
rammed forward, hitting his prostate, again and again.  I was rewarded with
more heavy squirts of his thick cream.  Spent, I pulled off his monster.

	We cleaned up and lay next to each other.  "Gawd, I love your cock
up my ass," Dave whispered as he kissed me.  "Only you know how to get me
to shoot after I've already dumped a couple of big loads."

	"You did seem to enjoy James and Reed tonight," I grinned,
returning to a conversation he'd tried to start at an inappropriate moment.

	"Yeah, that tight, bubble butt of James' is so sweet.  He's a hot
fuck, but you know how to get me off.  Reed was a great bottom, too, but I
still like the way you do it better."

	"Fucking with you is always better, no matter the other partners
we've had in bed."

	"But, I do feel kinda badly about pushing them into not being
monogamous anymore," Dave sighed.  "I think the only monogamous men we know
are your Uncle Clay and Linc."

	"Joe and Ray are gonna give it a shot, they said," I reminded him.

	"Yeah, but I don't know if they'll be able to.  They're both such
hotties.  They'll have guys hittin' on 'em all the time.  And Ray has a
whole new city of men he hasn't fucked.  It'll be toughest for him."

	"If he loves Joe enough, he'll make it," I suggested.

	"Perhaps.  But, I think Joe has a need to get fucked a lot.  I sure
hope Ray is up for the challenge.  Joe's had longer, if not thicker dicks.
It'll be hard for him to pass up those big ones he loves so much."

	"Speaking of big ones, Ben called to say that Junior were gonna be
in town this weekend and was hoping we could get together for dinner," I
remembered.  "You okay with that?  I didn't agree, yet."

	"It'd be good to see them again.  Tell them, 'yes'."

	"Help me remember to call Ben in the morning.  You know how
forgetful I can be when it comes to social events."

	"Which reminds me," Dave mused, "when's that donor's banquet for
PFLAG?"

	"Soon, but I'm not sure when."

	"Better call them first and find out before we agree to dinner with
Ben and Junior.  I think it's this weekend," Dave offered.

	"Really?"

	"Well, I'm not sure, but I think so."

	"If it is this Friday, we'll try to schedule Junior and Ben for
Saturday, and vice versa," I proposed.  "Besides, I think they're fuckin'
like rabbits, so we don't have to entertain them later, either."

	"What makes you think that?"

	"Oh, the message Ben left was pretty graphic in how much they love
fucking all the time that they're together.  He just happened to mention
that he's fuckin' Junior now and they both love it.  But, Junior's still
the champ for ability to cum every ten minutes.  Of course, Ben wasn't
complaining about that.  I think he was braggin' on Junior," I grinned.

	"Well, that's fine with me.  I prefer your company in bed, anyway,"
he laughed softly as he reached for one of my butt cheeks.

	"You drifting toward monogamy, Dave?"

	"Good Gawd, NO!" he laughed aloud.  "I know it'd never work.  Every
time we find a hot man (whether he's an old friend or a new one), we wanna
fuck with him.  Maybe when I'm 80 and can't get it up any more!"

	"Doubtful," I rejoined.  "They'll have to put a 'speed bump' in
your casket lid to take care of your hard dick stickin' up!"

	Dave laughed.  "We do love sex," he agreed.

	Wednesday morning was overcast, but cleared by 10:00.  I called
PFLAG and found out that the annual dinner was indeed this Saturday
evening.  They confirmed that we were expected.  I spoke for a moment with
the local chapter president to confirm that there would be no mention of
our gift to the organization.  She said that the gift would be mentioned,
but that the donor preferred to remain anonymous.  We'd be asked to stand
and be recognized with the rest of the volunteers when they got to that
part of the program.

	I called Ben (leaving a message that dinner with them would have to
be Friday night or Sunday night if they wanted it to be this weekend).

	We worked in the yard all day.  Weeds needed to be pulled, the lawn
mowed and edged, cars washed, raspberry canes trained, and grapevines
pruned.  Dave wore his "come fuck me" cut offs.  I wore cotton shorts that
showed off everything.  Needless to say, Dave bent me over the dining room
table when we went in for lunch at noon and ravaged me (willing victim that
I was) with tongue and dick.  His sweaty chest was glued to my back as he
bellowed out his bull sperm into me.

	For our afternoon break of iced tea and lemonade, we started out
butt munching.  I had every intention of banging his ass as fervently as he
had mine.  But, he slipped my dick down his throat as I sniffed and licked
at his musky hole (I thought priming it for a grand entrance).  Before I
could get him warmed up enough to beg to be fucked, he'd drained the
contents of my full nuts down his throat.  My face buried up his ass as I
came in his sucking face was one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had.  I'd
remember the taste of a hot, hard, sweaty, funky ass whenever I got sucked
off, again.

	"Damn!  You really unloaded," Dave praised.  "I thought I'd drained
you pretty good last night."

	"You replenished my sperm volume with that hot fuck I got at noon."

	"Not likely," he laughed getting up off the hard floor.  "But, I'd
gladly do it again.  If you hadn't been so close to shooting, I'd have had
that fat dick up my ass for sure," he grinned, batting at my softening dick
as I tried to cram it back in my tight, cotton, workout shorts.  A large,
wet spot discolored the fabric over the tip of my sperm-draining dickhead.
"You should have let me suck it longer," he giggled, squeezing the shaft
and widening the resulting wet spot.

	"It's a good thing we don't have anyone here to embarrass us.  But,
I'll wear this as a badge of honor," I added, pulling the shorts leg up and
exposing my dick.  "Wanna suck off the rest of the cum?"  Dave dove for my
dick and licked up the creamy treasure.  He moved to my shorts and sucked
them clean of cum, leaving an even bigger wet spot.  I didn't care.  If
someone asked, the dampness happened when I was washing the cars.  None of
our gay friends would believe a syllable of THAT explanation.  Of course,
with the fabric drying stiffly, the car washing explanation would not fool
anyone.

	By four o'clock, we were done with the yard.  We decided we'd had a
sufficient workout, so we skipped our "shoulders day" at the gym.  We
showered (Dave plumbed my depths again in a monstrously deep fuck that
nearly shot cum out my nose), ate a commercially prepared pan of lasagna
that was VERY good, supported by garlic bread, and a nice wine that Dave
picked out.  This was our evening to be by our selfish selves, so we didn't
care about how much roasted garlic we smeared on the bread.

	Ben called and agreed to a Friday evening dinner at one of Junior's
favorite restaurants in town.  Junior would be arriving at noon, so by
seven in the evening, they should be well drained enough of cum to be
decent company.  However, they wouldn't be dawdling over dinner, as they
knew that within an hour of not fucking, they'd be eager to resume their
couplings.

	Friday, Reed met us for lunch.  He went over his plan again for how
he wanted to deal with the media.  Presenting a short list of half a dozen
names, he suggested which ones should be handled first.  He'd make
preliminary inquiries as to what they had in mind for the interviews.  Half
of them were doing feature articles in magazines or newspapers, the other
half were looking at more in depth looks at us as a couple for television
programs.  We liked the direction of the second group, but thought (with
Reed's help) we might be able to steer the first group away from the
sensationalism of the incidents on the plane and at the Consulate.  Print
could be more thoughtful than television, anyway.

	Reed made several phone calls, setting up times, places and dates
for us to meet with the selected few.  Dave had his PDA with him, so we
knew what dates were open for us as well.  With the primary listing
resolved, we looked at the longer secondary list.  Reed explained why
several of the interviews requested weren't on the first list.  "This
magazine wanted to do a photo spread on you.  It's called 'Couples'," Reed
smiled.  "However, the couples they put in it are all in very suggestive,
nude poses.  I didn't think you wanted to show it all, now that you're
celebrities," he laughed.  We nodded agreement.  "However, I've enjoyed
those big dicks and awesome bodies, so I understand why they'd want a
better peek at you two."

	"The answer's still no," Dave said firmly.  "We have family
considerations."

	"I agree," I said, concurring with Dave.  "I don't care personally,
but I do care about rubbing our families' faces in it.  That's just too
much.  Although, I'm sure it would give us some fan mail!" I laughed.

	"You'd be sure of that!" Reed laughed with me.  Dave didn't see the
humor in it.  Dealing with being an "out" gay man was still difficult for
him, sometimes.  "Do you see anyone on this list that you want to raise
higher or bring to the first list?" Reed asked.

	"Did you ever contact 'Hero' magazine?" I replied.  "I don't see
them on either list."

	"I haven't heard back from them, yet," Reed said.  "I'll call them,
again.  They may not be interested, though."  As if on cue, his phone rang.
"Yes!  We were just talking about your magazine."  He paused and grinned.
"Yes, they specifically asked about you."  He listened.  "That's sounds
good.  What would be convenient for you?"  He looked up at us and smiled,
then, checked the schedule of interviews we'd already agreed to.  "How much
time would you think this might take?  We have someone already scheduled
that afternoon.  I see.  Well, we could do it two days later or one day
earlier."  He grinned and gave us a thumbs-up.  Sure, Monday at nine will
be fine."  He gave them his office address, directions, and assurances that
we'd be available all day for them.

	"This looks like a very busy week for us, Reed," I observed.  "I
hope there's enough time in there for us to do other things."

	"Just treat it like you would any work day you used to have.
You'll have them outta your face no later than five each day, I promise
ya."

	Dave shrugged.  I hadn't looked at it that way.  It wasn't really
that much of an imposition, and it would be over in a week.  We wouldn't be
able to volunteer at PFLAG, but with all the notoriety swirling about us,
it would probably be better not to show up there for a week, anyway.

	After the gym, we headed to the restaurant for dinner with Junior
and Ben.  Our evening with them was fun, but brief.  They'd become quite
the couple.  The big, rangy Texan looked delicious in his tight Levi's.
His monster dick was obvious to anyone with eyesight.  And Ben's tall,
slender build complimented him perfectly.  His round, high ass had to be
constantly pleasured to keep it as perky and hard as it was.  Even Ben's
big dick showed up, snaking down one leg, instead of being tucked away like
it usually was.  Junior was surely the match for him.  Ben bounced into the
restaurant with love in his eyes and a spring in his step that Junior's
foot-long prong had recently satisfied repeatedly.  But, Junior walked with
more care.  To us, it was evident that Junior had been ridden hard, and
very recently.  He smiled weakly.  "That child can fuck and get fucked.  He
never tires."

	"You say that like it's a bad thing," Dave grinned.

	"Well, I never thought I'd hear myself sayin' it, but that boy has
certainly figured out how to drain my trouser snake," he whispered, sliding
gingerly into his chair.  "The only way I can keep that kid off my dick is
to take his long, black horn up my butt," he laughed softly.  "Damnedest
thing I've ever experienced."  He smiled warmly at Ben.  "My reputation as
a top's ruined, all because of YOU!" he laughed.

	"You've met your match and then some, Junior; and you love it, so
stop complainin'," Ben snickered, mimicking Junior's drawl.  He leaned over
the table and whispered, "It's always been a fantasy of mine to be gang
raped by a room full of men, just so my ass could enjoy that much fuckin'
and hammerin' climaxes up my ass.  But, when I found Junior and learned he
could cum every ten minutes, I knew I'd found somethin' even better.  With
him, you get it all the time.  Now, just how often do you find a room full
of men, all wantin' to fuck your ass?  NEVER!" he laughed, answering his
own question.

	"Well, we're happy for both of you.  It isn't often that you find
two men with equal and very high sexual drives together," I said.  "Damned
rare, in fact.  Most of the time, guys become partners because there are
other things they love about each other, so both of them have to adapt
their sexual drives to somewhat satisfy the other."

	"What's our excuse?" Dave wondered with a smile.

	"We happen to be one of those rare, happy couples where the sex and
the relationship are wonderfully balanced to begin with," I told him,
patting his hand, then, stroking his cheek.  His hand dropped to my lap and
lightly squeezed my basket.

	"You got that right!"

	"How often do you get to fly back to see Ben, Junior?" I asked,
enjoying Dave's wandering hand caressing my expanding dick.

	"Not nearly often enough," Junior sighed.  "But, I'm workin' with
the Dean of Admissions to get him admitted into University of Texas this
fall.  He's got the grades, but the time for applyin' is well past gone."

	"They have the coursework you want there?" Dave asked.

	"Yep.  And my scholarships are transferable."

	"Well, let us know if you need any help.  I'm sure we know some
people who could put in a good word for him," I assured him.  I knew Uncle
Clay could move mountains, if I asked him.  He knew people from all over
the world who owed him favors.  But, I thought it best to let Junior and
Ben work on it themselves, first.

	After dinner, we gave them hugs and surreptitious gropes, then,
sent them on their way.  They probably didn't make it out of the parking
lot before one of them had his dick out for the other to suck.

	There was a note attached to our front door when we got home.  The
outside said, "The cops are watching us, wondering what we're doing."
Inside the note was a more urgent request: "Come fuck us!  Kurt and Gene."

	Dave smiled at the crude invitation.  "Wanna?"

	"Any time with them is a good time," I smiled wickedly.

	"I'll call them, then," Dave suggested.  "Get a nice bottle of wine
out of the wine fridge and let's go to their place.  I don't think we
oughta burden the cops with all the noise we'd be makin' in our house."
That seemed reasonable to me.

	The next hour we spent in their king-size bed.  Everyone got fucked
and everyone got off twice.  Kurt, of course, got me to fuck him, but Dave
insisted that Kurt's monster dick service his black ass, so we traded
partners for the second round.  Having Gene's muscle body and fat 10" dick
service me was pure heaven.  (You know what an easy lay I am for muscles!)
Our bottle of wine disappeared after the first round and a magnum of
champagne was killed after the second, but the champagne was consumed in
their new kitchen.  "We were concerned about your availability to entertain
with all your new fame," Kurt said tentatively.  "We don't want to impose
or make your lives more complicated, but at the same time, Gene and I love
fuckin' with ya!"

	"And we've missed you, too," Dave laughed.  "But, we weren't as
blunt about it.  However, I'm sure you found someone to warm your bed while
we were gone."

	Gene smiled sheepishly.  "Well, we couldn't turn down that tight
end ass of Len's or Will's, either."

	"And the coaches," Kurt smiled, "how can you turn down any request
from them?"

	"But, our favorite has to be Jeremy.  He's so fuckin' HOT!" Gene
sighed.  "Of course, that could have been because we were in our own bed
when we were with him, instead of the training rooms for the football team
with the others.  We fucked with him nearly every night, even on the days
when we fucked with the football team."

	"When did you have time for each other?" I asked.

	"Jeremy always went home to sleep," Kurt explained.  "Three big men
in a king size bed is still cramped."  We acknowledged the obvious with a
smile.

	"You've had a busy week, then," I summarized.

	"Not nearly as busy as yours!" Kurt laughed.  "But, tell us more
about that hot Marine you fucked."

	Dave related our experiences with Dex Garvey, again, adding
details, which had been left out of the other telling.  "We hope he comes
down for a visit on his next leave.  You can meet him, then.  He's a very
hungry bottom."

	"I think we'll not get him over here once," Gene protested.  "You
two will have him cornered and bred constantly from your description of
him.  We only got one shot at Preston remember!  So, you'll never let Dex
outta your sight."

	"Jeremy seemed to do alright with him," Dave smiled.

	"Make it worth our whiles and we just might let him loose for a few
hours," I teased.

	"How about if I let you fuck me all you want, Mike!  Will that do?"
Kurt offered.

	"Same goes for me, Dave," Gene volunteered.

	"We're fucked out tonight, guys," Dave sighed.  "But, that's not
much of an offer, you know.  We know how eager you are to fuck with us, and
us with you.  So, I propose you share Jeremy with us, again, instead of
monopolizing his time for yourselves."

	They looked uncertain.  Obviously, Jeremy had become more than a
casual sex partner.  "Lt. Garvey's worth it," I sang.  They relaxed a
little and smiled.  "Trust me.  He's even better than we described."

	"Well, it's not like we have a chain on Jeremy and he can't fuck
with whomever his wishes," Gene began.

	"I suppose we could give him up maybe an evening a week for such a
worthy cause," Kurt finished.

	"Yeah, sure!  What martyrs!" Dave laughed.

	"Besides," I reminded them, "he has a flame burning for Preston,
too."

	"Yeah, Jeremy's mentioned him more than once in the heat of
passion," Gene laughed.  "It was really kinda funny how it slipped out.
Every time one of us would be fuckin' him, he'd murmur Preston's name at
least once.  Evidently, he likes that teacher's style!"

	"What he likes is that teacher's dick and the way he makes Jeremy
feel when they're fucking," Dave suggested.

	"Of that, we can be certain!" Kurt said.  "He's smitten badly by
the love bug over that man."

	"But, distance is a major issue for them," Gene pointed out.  "I
think Jeremy's seriously looking at selling the Lexus line in Salt Lake
City instead of here, because he knows it'll be tougher for Preston to
leave his teaching job there."

	"Well, Preston's young enough that he's not tenured yet," I
recalled.  "And, he complained more than once about how stifling Salt Lake
City is to him.  He may be looking for a reason to jolt him outta there.
Who meets that qualification as nicely as Jeremy does for him?"

	"Yeah," Gene sighed, smiling at Kurt, "when love hits ya that hard,
there's no satisfying it without major lifestyle and even location
changes."  We nodded our agreement as they kissed.

	"Might as well go home," Dave laughed.  "The newly weds are gonna
wanna fuck, again!  They don't need a couple of old married guys to watch."

	"Speak for yourself," I smiled.  "I'd love to watch a couple of hot
studs like these fuck all night!"

	"Get your ass up and outta here!" Dave ordered smiling.  "They
don't need your kibitzing.  Out!" he laughed pulling me out of the kitchen
chair.

	We showered again after the bedroom frolics at the neighbors.
Before going to bed, I peeked out the dining room window to see if our
police shadow was still there.  He was.  I waved, but he didn't acknowledge
it.  He probably couldn't see me in the darkened house, or wasn't looking
this direction.  Dave put his arms around me and held me closely.  "Trying
for a date with one of the cops?"  I snuggled back into his broad chest.

	"Only if it's Robocop," I whispered.  "And only if you're with me."
His large hands worked lightly over my furry pecs.  "Good thing the
curtains are closed.  You got my dick waking up with that special touch of
yours."

	("Geez, would you look at that," the driver said.  "They're
standing right in front of the window, makin' out!")

	("It's night.  No one can see into their dark house," the passenger
offered as explanation.  "And we shouldn't be using these infrared
magnifiers.  FUCK!  Look how hard and hot is dick is in this scope!")

	"Which touch is that?" he nuzzled into my ear.  "The one on your
hairy chest or the one rubbing deeper into your ass trench?"

	I moaned softly.  "Both."  We stood in the dark dining room, light
jazz playing from the satellite channel, enjoying the touch of each other's
warm skin.  My hands were lightly caressing his rock hard ass melons.  His
brown hands alternated between my hairy chest and abs.

	His lips whispered against my neck and ears, "Every time I get near
you, I wanna make love to you, Mike.  It's even worse when we're like this,
skin to skin."

	"Do you hear me complaining?" I whispered back to him, raising my
head so he could kiss my neck in more places.  "I can distinctly feel your
love tube knocking on my ass checks, drooling precum down my trench."

	("Nice ass on both guys," grinned the driver.  "FUCK!  Look at the
size of that dick on the guy in the back!")

	("The front one can't take that monster up his ass.  Can he?")

	"Let me get some lube, so we can do this right," Dave murmured.  He
lightly bit my neck before dashing into the bedroom for lube.  I stood in
front of the sheer-curtained window.  With no light in the house, I was
sure the officers couldn't see us.  But, it was deliciously decadent of us
to so blatantly make love in front of the large window.  "Did you miss me?"
Dave asked as he placed the pump bottle of lube on the table and molded his
hard, muscular body against my back, again.  His warm skin tingled and
delighted me.

	"Oh, yes!" I breathed hotly.  "I hope you mean to make use of that
lube more than once in my ass, Sweetcheeks."

	"Hungry, aren't we?" he smiled.  "I know I can feed you some black
tube steak with a creamy center," he suggested, grinding his very hard,
very thick member against my ass trench.  His playful, talented fingers
worked at my erect nipples as his lips moistened my neck and ears with
multitudes of ardent kisses.  I moaned in appreciation.  My dick was
throbbing and leaking like an old faucet.  It jerked with each heartbeat,
standing erect and thick.  Dave's fingers found it, felt its length and
thickness with the lightest, more erotic touch I'd ever experienced.  I
nearly came.

	("Look at the size of that thing!  And how hot it is!  Fuck ME!"
the passenger moaned.  "The guy in the back is gonna fuck him, I know it!")

	("We shouldn't be doin' this," the driver said.  "The chief would
have our badges if he ever found out.")

	"Fuck!  That's so hot, Dave.  You sure know how to push my
buttons!"

	"Lots more where that came from," Dave promised as he kissed lower
and lower on my shoulders.  His hands moved to my round, hard ass,
massaging my muscular buns, pulling them apart as his tongue licked down my
fuzzy trench.  I moaned loudly and grabbed his head, pushing his face
harder into my ass canyon.

	("Shit!  He's gonna eat his hot ass!  Gawd!  I'd love to be either
one of them.")

	"Eat me, Man!" I insisted.  I bent over and pushed his head down,
then, pulled his face hard into my ass.  "EAT ME!"  Dave's big hands
separated my quivering butt cheeks and eagerly dove in.  "FUCK!  That's so
good!" I groaned.  In less than a minute, I was begging for more than his
tongue could offer.  "Please, Dave!  You gotta fuck me!"

	("Shit!  Look!  He's gonna fuck him!")

	He stood and pulled himself into my back, again, working my nips
and gently stroking my jerking cock.  His monster dick pressed hard against
my pucker.  He pushed me over, again.  I pulled my buns apart and pushed
back.  The big head of his dick slid inside, but the rest of it was so
thick that I needed some lube (other than spit) to get it home.  He reached
for the bottle and squirted twice directly on to the shaft, then, pulled
out and shot one dollop of lube on the head.  That was the business end of
his dick that would be plowing my backyard, anyway.  He repositioned his
thick dick at my butthole and pushed slightly.  My ass gobbled him down and
took several more inches.

	"FUCK!" both of us exhaled.

	("DAMN!  How'd he take that horsedick up his ass?!  Look how hot
that fucker is, and so fuckin' BIG!" the driver moaned.)

	("And they're fuckin' BAREBACK!  Gawd!  How I wish I could do
that!")

	("You never fucked or got fucked bareback, Man?")

	("Never.")

	Dave's lightly lubed fingertips worked on my erect nips as he bent
over my back.  He slowly brought me to a standing position, thrusting
gently in long strokes.  Dave's lips nuzzled and kissed me on the neck,
shoulders, and ears.  His hot breath tantalized me more than I could bear.
This was one of the hottest sessions we'd ever had.  His rhythmic thrusts
weren't speeding up, but my upwardly spiraling need to cum was.  I warned
him how close I was to cumming without touching my dick.  "Don't touch it,
then," Dave urged, kissing my ear lobe and hotly exhaling in my ear.

	("Man!  Look at him take that big fucker all the way up his ass
with those long strokes.  FUCK!" the passenger moaned, rubbing his hard
dick in his uniform slacks.)

	("Look at how hard and hot the guy's dick is that's getting
fucked," the driver groaned.  "He's gotta be close to shooting!")

	"But, I'm gonna cum and I don't wanna spray the walls and carpet,
Dave," I moaned through clenched teeth, trying to hold off my building
climax.

	He halted his thrusts for a moment.  "Put this on, then," he
suggested, handing me an unrolled condom.  What a Boy Scout!  He was always
prepared!

	("What the fuck's he doing?" asked the passenger.)

	I slipped it on about half way, fearing any more friction would
cause the very thing I was trying to delay.  Dave nuzzled my neck, again.
"You ready for a big finish, White Bread?"

	("He rolled on a condom?  What the fuck for?  He's not the one
takin' it in the ass," the driver wondered.)

	"Oh, yeah!" I urged.  "Breed my ass and don't worry about my
climax.  I'm so close right now, I'll probably cum long before you do."

	"We'll see about that," he smiled into my neck.  "I've been taking
it slowly, because I was so close myself."

	The short break in the action was enough to cool me down some.
Dave's horsedick jerked inside me as I deliberately milked the shaft and
fat dickhead in my ass.  He moaned with pleasure and pushed harder into me.
His long dick completely disappeared up my hungry butt.  I sighed
contentedly.  He pulled out to the head and teased me with his monster
dick, stretching and stirring my grasping hole, and hitting my prostate
button especially hard.  My dick jerked hard, and pulsed.  My toes and nose
started to tingle.  I was going cum HARD!

	"Fuck, DAVE!  Fuck ME!  I'm cumming!"

	("LOOK at how long and thick that fucker is!" the passenger almost
shouted in the closed car.  "He's tryin' to make the one in front cum,
isn't he!")

	He pulled out enough to leave only the head in and hit me with
multiple, short jabs at lightning speed.  My prostate had never been so
hammered!  His fingers worked my nips like the expert that he is, giving me
even higher climax waves than I thought possible.  If I hadn't been wearing
the condom, I'd surely have shot across carpet into the next room.  I
collapsed in his arms, my butthole grabbing at his pistoning dick and my
dick jetting wads of heavy ball honey in thick waves into the dangling
condom.  My lack of muscle control was so complete that I couldn't even
mumble nonsensical, one-syllable words.

	("Look at his juice fillin' the condom!  DAMN!  He cums a lot!
Look at all that hot cream jettin' into that bag," the driver moaned,
rubbing his hard dick in his pants.  "FUCK!"  The other officer's heavy
breathing agreed.)

	But, I did notice that Dave's drilling was going deeper, his ragged
breathing becoming louder, like he was running a race.  With a final lunge,
he buried his dick totally up my ass and lifted me off the floor.  He
roared out his climax, pounding my ass hard as he bucked mercilessly into
me.  His warm dick gravy squirted into me in thick ropes that I know I
felt.  Repeatedly, he flooded my butthole with additional sprays of cream;
finally letting my feet touch the floor, again.  He pressed against my
back, holding himself up by leaning into me, his big dick still jerking
sporadically in my sated butt, leaking more of his gooey baby sauce into
me.

	("You hear that loud climax?  Man!  What a fucker!  And that
monster dick just disappeared up that hungry hole and filled his
boyfriend's ass with what has to be a huge fuckin' load." The driver moaned
and cursed. "FUCK!)

	("Ah, GEEZUS!" the second officer grunted.  His hard dick jerked,
spasmed, and shot five times before he could stop stroking his dick.  The
smell of cum permeated the car.)

	("Fuck!  You cum, too, Al?" the first cop laughed.  "Hot fuckin'
scene, wasn't it!"  The other officer only nodded mutely and smiled,
rolling down the windows to air out their cum-drenched pants.)

	"Fuck!  You're awesome," Dave whispered.

	"Same to you," I smiled back.  "I haven't cum that hard (making my
toes tingle) in ages.  You really know who to fuck standing up!"

	"When you were cumming, your butt milked my dick better than even
Robocop ever has.  It was incredible, Mike."

	"And this after we've been fuckin' with Kurt and Gene," I said with
a satisfied sigh.  "How can we have such hot sex after such ball draining
experiences like we had with them?" I wondered aloud.

	"As much sex as we have, our nuts and dicks are getting used to
fuckin' frequently.  If we tried to hold off a couple of days, our balls
would be so full, they'd hurt!" he laughed, pulling out slowly.  "That's
one great ass, Mike," he added, patting my ass with one hand and turning me
around with the other.  "And the best lover any man could wish for."  He
brushed my lips with his, then, pulled me into a tight embrace.  "I love
you, Mike."

	I should have mumbled something similar back to him, but with his
lips over mine, his tongue probing my mouth, there was nothing I could say.
I merely moaned agreement.  Dave started to giggle.

	"What's so funny?" I said in a hurt tone.

	"Not you, Mike!" he laughed.  "I was just thinkin' what a scene we
just created for the cops watching the house.  Too bad they couldn't see
what we were doin' in the dark house."

	I grinned at the idea.  "I wonder what they'd have thought if they
could see us making love.  Even a couple of straight guys would probably
get hard watchin' us fuck."

	"Let's not get too ridiculous here," Dave smirked.  "We're good,
but we're not that good."  He took the condom hanging from my shrinking
dick and upended it.  "A little bonus for the guys watching," he laughed.

	I turned and waved at the police car.  "Night, Officers!"

	("You don't think they know we could see then, do ya, Al?")

	("Not a chance," the second cop said, trying to assure both of
them.  "But, it was hot watching them, anyway.")

	("That guy doing the fuckin' sure seemed to like his boyfriend's
cum.  You see how greedily he chugged it down from the condom?")

	("Cum's not that bad," the second officer revealed.  "I've tasted
it before, you know, and so have you.")

	("We'd better get back to the station early and get into some fresh
underwear and slacks before the rest of the shift arrives.  There'll be no
explaining the distinctive smell of cum on us," he warned.)

	("I'm taking off these drenched shorts now.  Kill the dome light,
would ya?" the second officer requested.  He left the car, pulled off his
trousers behind the bushes, and gently pulled off his shorts, trying not to
coat his legs with the abundant cum load he'd just shot.  He wiped himself
off as best he could and put his pants back on.  The cum- laden shorts were
stuffed into a spare evidence bag.)

	("You watch the house while I do the same," the first officer
directed.)

	("If you weren't so fuckin' married, I'd clean your shorts and dick
for ya right here!" the second officer offered.)

	("Yeah, sure!" he smiled, stripping off his trousers and cum-soaked
shorts as carefully as his partner had.)

	("You gotta big dick, Man!  You know I'd love to have you fuck me
with it.")

	("But, I promised Jim that I'd never fuck anyone but him," the
first officer reminded both of them, getting back into the car.  He
laughed.  "But, I know I'm gonna get a tight piece of tail in the morning
after I tell him about the hot scene we just witnessed.")

	(The other officer opened up his "married" partner's evidence bag
and pulled out the "starched" shorts.  "GAWD!  I love the smell of fresh
cum!"  He stuck his face in the fabric and started chewing the cum out of
his partner's creamy underwear.)

	("You're such a PIG!" the other policeman laughed.  The first
officer oinked loudly.)

	Saturday morning, Dave got a strange call.  Due to the publicity
we'd generated, we didn't answer the call.  But, the caller did leave a
message.  "Mr. Carey, this is Bob Fenton of the Republican Central
Committee calling.  I'd like to set up a time, convenient to you, to
discuss your political future in the Republican Party.  We'd like you to
consider running for office, as Representative to the State Capitol for
your district."

	"Fuck you, Bob!" Dave snarled at the replayed message.  "And your
fuckin' Party, too!"

	"I'll assume that's a 'no' then?" I smiled at him.

He stared at me, fire in his eyes.  Then, he laughed.  "They do bring out
the best in me, don't they!"  He paused to collect his thoughts.  "It
wouldn't be so bad if they weren't so callous about their approach to gays
and people of color.  If they had their way, queers would be in
concentration camps and blacks would still be pickin' cotton.  Latinos
would be pickin' crops and Asians would be workin' the railroads."

	"That's a little cold and not true, Dave," I parried.

	"There are enough racist, fascist pigs in the conservative wing of
their Party to prevent me from every working with them, let alone voting
for them," Dave insisted.  "Why the fuck do they think a black man who just
preached about shunning hate would be someone their party would embrace?
Or that he'd embrace them?"

	"Maybe they're trying to change their image at the grass roots?"

	"Doubtful," Dave said.  "More likely they think that because we're
'investors', we gotta be conservative.  And the Party could use some Uncle
Tom's as window dressing to show what a 'big tent' Party they are.  Such
horseshit!"

	"Well, I can't argue that point.  They do have some very
narrow-minded people in their Party.  And they haven't done a damned thing
to repudiate them, either.  So, I do understand your anger," I soothed.
"You gonna call them back with your answer?"

	"I don't dare!" Dave spat.  "I'd lose my cool for sure!  Let
silence be my answer."

	Saturday evening, we arrived early at the hotel where the PFLAG
Recognition banquet was being held.  We were grossly overdressed in our
tuxedos.  (Serves me right for not asking what the dress code for the
evening was.  But, we did look great!)  We spoke with the local chapter
president, who introduced us to the National Chairperson.  The lady gushed
all over us.  She thanked us again for our "generous gift" and our valuable
time, and was so pleased to finally meet the two gentlemen who had done so
much for the organization.

	We thanked her for her kindness and recognition, but this was an
anonymous gift.  Our fingerprints weren't to be on it and there was to be
NO announcement of it and us in the same breath.  "Could you at least sit
at the head table, then?" she asked.

	"No," Dave smiled kindly.  "That would only raise questions as to
why we were there.  We haven't been volunteering that long, you know.  We
need to stay comfortably anonymous."

	"Well, uh, your names are in the program as contributors," the
chapter president related.  "But, it's mixed in with all our other
volunteers as well.  I hope you don't mind that we put you in as a couple."

	"We're pleased that you did," I beamed.  "We can use all the
validation we can get."

	"At PFLAG, we want to show support to our volunteers and donors in
the most appropriate manner.  To show them as couples is the best way we
can do that," the local president smiled.  "But, I did put you close to the
front of the ballroom.  I hope you don't mind."

	"No, that'll be fine," Dave assured her.  "There will be other
volunteers and donors there, too?"

	"Oh, yes!  Some of our most supportive in time and money will be
there.  Besides, you've become quite famous in your own right.  We don't
mind basking your glory, too," she laughed.  We chatted a while longer with
her and the National Chairperson, being introduced to all the local board
members as they arrived.  They fawned over us as local celebrities,
ignoring our escapades in Canada, but most generous in their comments about
Dave's curbside oratory.  "Don't worry," she whispered.  "Your donation
secret is even safe from them."

	A young man of about 16 handed us the evening's program.  He turned
us over to another young man of perhaps 15 who guided us to our table.  Two
young women offered us wine, champagne, or water.  We elected the
champagne, of course.

	"They're so precious to us," a middle-aged woman at the table said.
Her name badge said "Marge".  "It wasn't easy at first, but they're still
our children and we still love 'em."  We nodded, then, introduced
ourselves.  "Oh, yes!  We think you're terrific.  You've been such an
inspiration to these young people, being so out to the world.  Your news
conference was just the right combination of anger and persuasion.  It sure
got old Picklepuss to think about how his station presents the news."  We
laughed at her unkind label of the station manager.

	"Evidently, you know him?" Dave asked.

	"Oh, yeah.  We've had numerous conversations with him and other
station managers to present gay people, especially minors, in a more
positive light.  Getting anyone to acknowledge that minors can be gay AND
sexual is more than the conservative media can deal with," she sighed.

	Her long-suffering husband nodded.  "It's been most frustrating.
Our daughter had a very hard time adjusting in high school.  We thought it
was high school jitters, but it was much more.  When she finally told us
about her sexuality, we were stunned.  But, in a few days, we knew we had
to be supportive.  Her grades were atrocious and her old friends were
thinking she'd completely lost it.  But, after she got centered on what was
important, she straightened right out, so to speak," he laughed at his
choice of words.

	"She's graduated from college, now," his wife beamed.  "And she has
a girlfriend: sweetest child you'd ever wanna meet.  I just wish HER
parents would come around.  They're such, you know, Republicans!" she
cackled.

	"Odd that you should mention that," Dave laughed.  "The R's asked
me to run for Representative in our district!  Can you imagine ME as a
Republican?"

	"Not unless you changed your color AND your sexual orientation,"
Marge's husband laughed along.  "What were they thinking?"

	"Evidently, they didn't see the news clip of Dave's curbside news
conference," I offered.

	"Perhaps, the moderate wing of the Party is hoping for some
change," Marge suggested.

	"Not when all the money and the loud voices come from the right,"
Dave sighed.  "It's a pipe dream, not a hope."

	The program went smoothly.  We were acknowledged with a sea of
others for our collective contributions of money and time, one being just
as important as the other.  The National Chairperson droned on for several
minutes (trying to inspire us to continue to "do good"), but finally sat
down to polite applause.

	The program booklet dispenser and the young table assigner acted as
servers for the dinner.  They weren't trained waiters, but they made up for
it with enthusiasm and graciousness under pressure.  They hovered around
Dave and I like we were royalty.  (Well, in a way, we are.  But, neither of
our moms will abdicate, so we're content with being princesses, instead of
queens.)  One of them finally spilled it by asking us if we had a moment to
speak with them, alone.  We nodded and joined them at the back of the
ballroom after coffee and dessert had been served.

	"You're obviously a successful gay couple," the older one began.
"How do you do it?  How do you make your relationship work?"  The younger
one nodded enthusiastically.

	"Just work at it," I said, smiling.  "Sex isn't everything," (they
blushed) "but it is important.  You can't build a relationship around that.
You have to be each other's friends, too."

	"And when one of you does something stupid, admit it," Dave joined
in.  "And if you don't see it, the other one will, and might even point it
out to you.  But, even if you don't point it out, ask yourself if it's
really that annoying, annoying enough to make the relationship suffer?"

	"But, what about your friends?"

	Dave smiled and responded, "Were they really your friends, if they
can't accept you as gay and as a couple?  Get some new ones. They'll be
more fun, anyway!"

	"You've already made a huge step to come out and get support from
PFLAG," I added encouragingly.  "Hopefully, your parents are supportive.
If not, that's their problem, not yours.  You have to be true to
yourselves.  Getting validation from them helps, but it isn't lethal if you
don't.  Talk to each other.  Never go to bed mad at your partner.  Discuss
your peeves; don't rant about them.  Finally, love each other."

	They smiled and thanked us, pinching each other's teenage butts
clandestinely as they walked away.

	We drove home in a happy frame of mine.

	But, in front of the house were three police cars, lights flashing.
"Now what!"  Dave shouted angrily, slamming the steering wheel with his
fist in exasperation.


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