Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2003 16:26:25 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 87

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

			  Chapter 87--New Friends

	The directions to their house were convoluted, but clear.  I felt
like we needed to leave a trail of crumbs to find our way back out, though.
Darren and Jerrod lived in a newer development about 10 miles from
downtown, in an area of old trees and winding streets.  We made more twists
and turns than a good mystery novel.  All the houses were at least 3000
square feet of living space, plus three-, four-, and five-car garages.
Each home was situated on no less than 1/3 of an acre (most sitting on an
acre).  Some had fences and walls around the property with electrically
activated gates across the driveways.  Posh was clearly an understatement
for this neighborhood of homes starting in the high six digits and going up
to at least three million dollars.  I didn't even want to think about how
much their property taxes and maintenance had to be each year.

	Dave drove the Lexus up the curving driveway and parked in front of
one of the three garage doors.  I looked up toward the house and spied
Darren looking out the kitchen window.  He said something over his shoulder
to Jerrod (whom I couldn't see).  By the time Dave had popped the trunk (so
I could retrieve the champagne) and locked the car, Jerrod had swung open
the back door, inviting us in.

	"We're welcomed through the servants' entrance?" Dave grinned.

	"Only our newest and oldest friends get this treatment," Jerrod
smiled.

	"Who uses the front door, then?" Dave pressed.

	"Only those peculiar straight people," he giggled.  I held up the
six-pack carrier and grinned at Jerrod.  "Ah!  Libations!" he laughed.
"Come on in.  The ice buckets await your bottles of bubbly."  I got a hug
and kiss from Jerrod in the house as Darren relieved me of my bottled
burden.  Dave got similar, but more lingering treatment.

	After two bottles had been shoved into ice buckets and the
remaining three added to the large wine refrigerator, I got a warm, loving,
welcoming grope from Darren.  "This may seem a little forward, but I want
you to fuck me, NOW!" he whispered in my ear after he'd broken a
particularly amorous kiss.  "Dinner won't be ready for another 30 minutes
anyway."

	"But, what about Jerrod and Dave?" I asked smiling into his sincere
eyes.

	"They can fend for themselves," he answered.  "You notice that
they're not even here?"  I looked around.  They had disappeared.

	"Where'd they go?" I wondered.

	"Upstairs.  Our bedroom has a California King in it, to accommodate
Jerrod's big frame and to give us more room to fuck when we have guests,"
Darren explained, groping my expanding dick, again.  "We'd better hurry.  I
know how much Jerrod wants into Dave's pants, and get fucked by a big dick,
again!"

	"I take it that you have other friends who satisfy your needs?" I
persisted, following him swiftly up the broad staircase to the second
floor.

	"Well, no one satisfies my needs like Jerrod does, but others do
add spice to our lives, giving us new techniques, situations, and more
delicious cum!" he smirked, swaying his round butt before me.

	I reached up and patted his ass just as we reached the top landing
of the stairs.  "This butt must get a lot of attention," I smiled.

	"Not as much as you'd think.  Jerrod's a very hungry bottom," he
smiled back over his shoulder.  I looked at him quizzically.  "Yeah, you
wouldn't think a great big guy like that with a 'dick of death' would be
such a bottom.  Well, it's true.  And I love it.  His ass is so eager to
get fucked."

	"But, you don't let that big, monster dick of his lie about, not
being used on this pretty ass, do you?" I asked, patting his hard butt,
again.

	"Not fuckin' likely!" he laughed.  "He's highly sexed, so that
means I get it frequently, too.  It's just that he always wants it up the
ass.  Like now!" he indicated, pushing the door open slowly, revealing Dave
already plugged into Jerrod's doggie style position.

	"It seems they didn't dally with any preliminaries," I observed in
a whisper.  "OR wait for us!"

	"When Jerrod wants it, he wants it NOW!" he revealed, one hand
squeezing my hard dick and the other went down the back of my pants.  "But,
we're gonna take more time with preliminaries," he added urgently.

	Their master bedroom was vast.  Our combined living room and dining
room would easily fit in this cavernous space.  That description counted
neither the spacious bathroom, nor the walk-in closet that looked to be the
size of our master bedroom.  I was in awe of the large scale of everything
I'd seen so far (which included the foot-long, black dick flopping heavily
under Jerrod's abs as Dave pounded the ex-football player's ass hard and
deep).

	"They saved us space on this side of the bed," Darren whispered,
indicating the left side of the huge bed.  He shrugged out of his clothes
quickly.  I followed suit, still mesmerized by the expanse of the room and
bed.  He crawled on to the bed, his butt in the air, and kissed Jerrod
playfully on the lips.  "Getting what you wanted, Dear?"  As Jerrod
joyfully answered to the affirmative, I pressed my face between Darren's
butt cheeks, my hands pulling the fuzzy, muscled ass melons apart.  "Yeah!"
he moaned.  "So am I!"  He wiggled his butt eagerly back onto my licking
tongue.  "You have only 30 minutes to stop that," he reminded me.  I tasted
the vague residue of soap and something tastier.  It had be Jerrod's cum
(as I recalled that they barebacked each other frequently).  Smiling to
myself, I drilled as deeply as my tongue would reach, hoping to find more
of Jerrod's nut butter.  The way that Darren had described their frequent
barebacking with each other, there should be plenty for me to enjoy.

	For another ten minutes, I concentrated on little more than rimming
and sucking on his beautiful ass.  He opened up so easily for me, having
frequently enjoyed Jerrod's monster dick deeply.  At the end of those ten
minutes, both of us knew what had to be done.  Handing me a condom, he
moved closer to his lover, flipped over and assumed a 69 position with him.
The combination of the pre-lubed condom, spit, and experience caused my
swollen dick to glide in all the way in one, slow stroke.  I leaned
forward, spearing his ass with my butt probe as Jerrod held back Darren's
legs.  This drew me closer to Dave who was powerfucking Jerrod's ass
lustily.  Dave leaned farther forward and kissed me hotly.  He broke the
kiss, chuffing like a locomotive.  "I'll cum if you kiss me like that
again!"

	"The way you're hammering his ass, you'll cum anyway," I smiled
back smugly.

	"I'm gonna cum soon, too!" Jerrod croaked.  "Darren's givin' me the
blowjob of a lifetime!  DAMN, that boy can suck dick!"  He returned to
sucking on Darren's 9", uncut dick, determined to make his boyfriend cum
when he did.  I didn't think Darren had been fired up enough to cum yet,
but Jerrod knew him best.  Feeling him wiggle beneath me, pulling my ass
hard into him, I knew he was much closer to cumming than I was.  It could
have been the familiar, large dick down his throat, or watching his lover's
big, black ass getting fucked by a similarly long dick, or my own thrusts
against his prostate.  It may have been the combination.  But, it wasn't
important to ruminate on this.  Darren was cumming and my dick was getting
munched and milked unmercifully.  He knew how to get his top off with him.
He'd surely had lots of experience with Jerrod's big dick up his ass.

	Dave grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward into a
passionate kiss that took my breath away.  His hips bucked furiously as his
body jerked in the spasms of one shattering climax wave after another.
Darren's milking ass pulled me along rapidly.  I didn't think I was
anywhere near a climax, but he had me whimpering and shooting hard into the
condom just as Dave regained control of his thrusting hips.  Then, it was
my turn to lose control and lean on him for support.  Meanwhile, Darren was
gargling Jerrod's creamy load as I felt his waves of orgasm course through
his body, milking my pounding dick.

	"And he's got the best tasting cum I've ever found," Jerrod smiled,
pulling away from the three men clustered over, behind, and beneath him.
He licked his lips, bent over to suck off some last drops from his lover's
dick, and pronounced them delicious.

	"Yours ain't bad, either," I quipped.  I got a perplexed look from
Jerrod.  "You didn't think I rimmed Darren's ass so long because I'm that
much of a butt pirate, did you?"

	"Did I miss a staff meeting where this was discussed?" Dave added,
just as perplexed as Jerrod.

	"As frequently as they fuck bareback," I smiled, "I got several
creamy samples of Jerrod's dick syrup from Darren.  He opens up real nice
when drilled by a tongue or dick."

	"You're right, of course," Jerrod exploded in laughter.  "I didn't
even think about it when you were workin' his butt so eagerly.  I do
exactly the same thing when I eat his ass, loving every dribble of my cum
that leaks from it, too."

	I held up the condom that I'd stripped off my dick.  "See, Dave?
Cum inside and outside."  He grinned and flushed in embarrassment.

	"You don't have to draw me more than a couple of pictures before I
finally get it," he laughed at himself.  "I guess we don't fuck enough to
get our own loads back."

	"Or, you don't cum as much when you do," Jerrod allowed.

	"Well, that's certainly not it," I countered, waving my flooded
condom as evidence.  Dave waved his in agreement.

	"Or, you just haven't noticed, or eaten Mike out long enough to get
him to open up," Darren smiled at me.

	Dave blushed, again.  "It's not from lack of time spent with my
face in his ass."

	"I'll have to be more observant in the future, too," I added.

	"That was hot work just before dinner.  Shower's down the hallway,
lads," Jerrod advised, changing the subject.  "Lots of towels in the
cabinet and hanging up on rods in there."

	After showers (the bathroom down the hallway was as opulently
furnished as the rest of the house), we rejoined them in the kitchen.  "We
thought you might like to eat in style, so we'll be dining in the formal
dining room.  Bring those buckets of iced champagne to the stands in there
and I'll bring the appetizers," Darren said.  We grabbed the two ice
buckets and followed Jerrod into the dining room.  The large, tasteful
crystal chandelier glowed like sparkling diamonds, casting a warm glow on
the dark paneling of the room.  Built-in china hutches filled two walls
with beautiful bone china, lead crystal objects, goblets, and glassware of
all descriptions.  Jerrod beckoned us to one side of the table.  "We'll be
sitting on the other side.  This table is entirely too big for a small
dinner like this, but the room's so nice, I can't see us eating in the
kitchen nook tonight."

	"It's spectacular!" Dave exulted.  "The whole house is fabulous!"
he gushed.  I nodded enthusiastically.  "Did you do all your own
decorating?"

	"Yeah, we did.  Well, truthfully, Darren did most of it.  I'm not
much for that sort of thing.  I'm sure they'll take my queer card away from
me any day.  I have no sense for decorating at all.  I just know what I
like and don't like, but I'm not at all creative," he laughed.

	"Same goes for me," I admitted.  "I'm sure the queer police will be
knocking on our door any day now, and hauling me away."

	Jerrod laughed.  Darren walked through the doorway and asked what
was so funny.  "What did I miss?"  Jerrod told him of our collective
inability to do the creative things that a good queer should be able to do,
like decorating.  "Oh, SO true!  The man's not got a decorating bone in his
body," he laughed.  "But, he's butch as hell and I love him," he added,
placing a tray of oven-heated canapés that looked delicious before us.
He bent his neck back and got a big, wet kiss from his lover for his
efforts.  "A ham mousse on water crackers with an olive and pimento,
another is a selection of melted or softened cheeses on butter crackers,
and the third is something fishy that Jerrod loves," he added wrinkling up
his nose.  "Everybody sit!" he ordered.  We lowered ourselves onto
well-padded, dining room chairs and grabbed a couple of canapés.

	"I'm with you, Darren.  I'm not a fish person, either, but Dave
loves that shit. I think it tastes like low tide smells!" I snorted,
wrinkling up my nose, too.

	"YUM!" Dave and Jerrod shouted in unison, diving into the salmon
mousse on what looked like Triscuits.  There were additional decorations on
the salmon pate like the peeling from a carrot and part of a green olive.
That part looked okay, but the fishy part didn't do anything for Darren and
me.

	Between munching on the canapés, Darren opened one bottle of
champagne and Jerrod opened the other.  "These are five champagnes that
were recommended by our friend, Jason, the wine steward at the Kroger's
nearest our house.  We'd like your opinions on them," Dave said
encouragingly.  "Be brutally frank, if necessary."

	"I'm afraid you've come to the wrong house for that," Jerrod
smiled.  "We like all champagnes, except the really cheap shit like Jacques
Bonet and Cold Duck.  We even buy Cook's by the magnum from Costco and
Charles Fournier from BevMo in California!"  I'd tried Cook's before.  It
wasn't bad for the price.  I'd never heard of the Fournier champagne, nor
did I have a clue what he meant by BevMo.

	"Okay, so what's that Fournier stuff?" I asked innocently.

	"New York champagne from Beverages and More.  We have some friends
in the LA area who swear by the stuff," Darren explained.  "It's only $2.99
a bottle and it ain't bad.  We brought home a shit-load of the stuff in the
Lincoln."

	"Maybe, we'll try some later," Jerrod added.

	"Well, let's try the one you have first, Jerrod, the Korbel Blanc
de Noir," I suggested.  "Then, we'll sample the other Korbel, the Brut,
that Darren opened."  Pouring into four, large, trumpet flutes, we emptied
the first bottle immediately.  As we munched on more canapés, they told
us about the rest of their trip to California.  For them, it was relaxing
to get away from the cool weather of the Northwest and experience the end
of a warm summer in southern California.  "No more tests of the front seat
like we did in San Francisco?" I smirked.

	"That was so fuckin' HOT!" Darren recalled.  "But, no.  No more new
friends."

	"That's not to say that we didn't make heads turn in West
Hollywood, but we never hooked up with anyone," Jerrod added.

	"Oh, look!  How very sad!  My glass is empty," Darren smiled,
breaking the conversational line.  "Time for the next taste test."

	"And while you're pouring," Dave said, "what'd ya think of the
Blanc de Noir, Jerrod?"

	"I liked it.  But, how much is it gonna set me back, if I may be so
crass as to ask?"  he replied.

	"It was under $10, but I don't recall the exact price.  Do you
Mike?" Dave asked me.

	"The Blanc de Noir was $9.99 and the other Korbel's were $8.99.
All the Chateau Ste. Michelle's were $6.99," I answered.  "I have a mind
for nonsense numbers," I explained to blank stares.

	"For that price, it's excellent," Darren agreed.

	"Plus 10% more off for buying at least half a case.  So, that's
nearly another dollar off per bottle," I went on.  "Jason always tells us
about his bargains and knows what kinda wines and champagnes we like."

	"Sounds like the kind of friend we should cultivate," Jerrod
smiled.  "We could do that, too, with the wine steward where we shop.  The
guy's gotta be gay.  He's too good-looking not to be."

	"I agree with ya there," Darren said.  "I've caught him looking at
us more than once as we tried to find a wine that would go with dinner.
Remember, how he helped us make that selection for dinner when your parents
were here last summer?"

	"Oh, yeah.  He was drooling."

	"But, I never knew if it were because of the sale or us," Darren
sighed.

	"Want us to go along and help you investigate?" Dave suggested.
"We love outing hot men!"

	"This guy is SUCH a daddy," Darren gushed.  "He's got some kinda
accent that sounds English, but he could be from Australia, New Zealand,
South Africa or the British Isles.  I just don't have an ear for the
distinction."

	"Which store?" I pressed.  A timer chimed from the kitchen.

	"The Kroger down the hill.  You passed it on your way here, but
probably didn't take note of it," Jerrod answered.

	"I need to fuss with part of dinner for a while, so go ahead and
chat while I do that," Darren said, bustling off into the kitchen.

	"No need for you to be exiled just to prepare dinner," I said,
rising from the comfortable dining room chair.  "We can stand around in the
kitchen and drink champagne and watch!"

	"We can sit at the counter, looking into the kitchen.  You can
remain part of the conversation from there, Honey," Jerrod agreed.  We
grabbed our nearly empty glasses and left the dining room.  "I need to
replace these empty bottles with others anyway.  Did you put them in the
wine fridge, Darren?"

	"If you hadn't been manhandling Dave, you'd have seen me do that?"
Darren laughed.  "Not that I blame you one bit," he added, leaning in and
capturing a less than chaste kiss from Dave.

	"Equal time," I smiled, and planted an equally passionate kiss on
Jerrod's full lips.

	"You're a great kisser, Mike," Jerrod smiled down at me.  "I'll bet
you fuck even better."

	"Well, I won't go as deep, nor stretch you open as much as Dave
will, but I don't think you'd be disappointed," I grinned back at him.

	"As I recall, you're hung about like Darren is.  Right?"  I nodded.
"And a hot, fuzzy, tasty ass, too.  Full of Dave's cum?"  This time, I
blushed.  "Just like Darren's hot ass is full of mine," he hastily added,
smiling sweetly at his boyfriend.

	"Bitch!" Darren laughed.  "But, I say it with love."

	"Yeah, like you always do, my love," Jerrod laughed back at him.
This was an interesting way to diffuse a potentially nasty confrontation.
But, it seemed to work for them for nine years, so it had to have some
merit.  They kissed through the pass-through between the kitchen and nook.

	"So, which one do we open now?" Darren asked.

	"Let's stay with the Korbel," Jerrod replied.  "We'll save the
Chateau whatever for dinner."

	"Chateau Ste. Michelle," Dave corrected.

	"Yeah, right," Jerrod smiled.  "You can tell what a wine and
champagne connoisseur I am."

	"Some people just aren't good with names, but they still know what
they like," I offered.

	"I like you and Dave," Jerrod crooned.  He glanced over at Darren.
"After my snuggle bunny, of course."

	"You are SO in trouble!" Darren smiled.  "I'm gonna pound your ass
into the bed for hours tonight!"

	"That's trouble?" Jerrod laughed back at him.

	"A couple of prick-teases is what it sounds like to me," Dave cut
in.

	Time to change the subject, I thought.  "How do you manage to keep
up with such a big house?"

	"We have a house cleaning service that comes in once a week to do
the kitchen and bathrooms, with a vacuuming of all the floors and rugs, and
dusting all the rest of it," Jerrod said.  "Otherwise, it wouldn't get done
very often."

	"How long have you lived here?"

	"Gotta be nearly eight years now," Jerrod said.  "We've been
together just over nine years.  I was injured in September; I met Darren in
October; and, within a few days, we were inseparable.  So, that had to be
close to Christmas when we started looking at houses.  I hadn't done
anything with my signing bonus, other than invest it.  So, we looked around
and liked this neighborhood, but the homes that were for sale weren't what
we wanted."

	"Yeah, most of them were far too big for us, even though Jerrod
could afford them," Darren broke in.  "There were still several buildable
lots, then, so we selected the right lot and started talking to building
contractors."

	"It wasn't easy," Jerrod continued.  "We didn't really know which
ones we could trust, so we asked to see a list from the real estate agent
of contractors who'd built homes in this neighborhood already.  Putting the
names with the houses that they'd built and the prices they got for doing
it, we started interviewing them.  We were even bold enough to knock on
doors and ask the owners what they thought.  Each one of them had nothing
but good things to say about the contractors."

	"So, we were no further ahead than when we started," Darren sighed.

	"What did you do to finally make the selection?" Dave asked.

	"We chose the really handsome, queer one!" Jerrod laughed.  We
smiled at their "brilliant" conclusion.

	"And how did you decide on the floor plan, etc.?" I pressed.

	"When we decided we'd be building our own home, we starting plowing
through house plan books.  Three of them interested us enough to send for
the plans," Darren answered.  "But, after we saw all the elevations on one
of them, we trashed it.  That left us with two."

	"We showed them to our builder and he gave us a ball park figure
for each one, but suggested that we go look at houses already built using
similar plans.  This guy was a veritable fountain of information.  He knew
where we could see everything that we liked already built somewhere in
town, not just in this neighborhood," Jerrod smiled.

	"I'm still not sure we gave our runner-up a fair shake, though,"
Darren allowed.  "The houses that he'd built from the one plan wasn't much
different from what we wanted, but the 'curb appeal' was zero."

	"So, that killed that plan in one afternoon," Jerrod added.  "From
then on, though, it was decisions, decisions, decisions.  They were endless
and unrelenting."

	"Yeah!  It's true what they say about building a house or an
extensive remodel: grounds for divorce!" Darren giggled.  "But, with
Jerrod's definite opinions on some things and no opinion on most things
dealing with style, I got my way nearly all the time!"

	"And I didn't mind a bit, Dear," his boyfriend smiled at him.
"Those were decisions that didn't mean much to me, but they also could have
been disastrous if I'd been involved.  Darren had the whole plan in his
head as to how it was all going to come together and work.  I just had to
trust him, and the good sense and advice of the builder."

	"You had a budget for appliances, etc.?" I asked.

	"Yeah, but we blew the hell outta that!" Jerrod replied.  "The
carpet was more, the tile was more, the woodwork was more, and all the
appliances were much more.  It wasn't like we put together a budget that
was too small for that.  It was more like the builder had a standard price
schedule when he bid on houses of this nature.  He knew that this kinda
place would require a better grade of everything, but we even exceeded
that."

	"He told us how much was allotted for each item.  We'd go shop for
them where he'd suggested or places of our own choosing, and always find
something that we just HAD to have.  So, we blew the budget again and
again," Darren sighed.

	"How far did you go over budget?" Dave asked.

	"We went over about $15,000," Jerrod said.  "But, I don't begrudge
a nickel of it.  We'd have been so disappointed and kicked ourselves for
not getting what we wanted, knowing we could have had exactly what we
desired for only a few more dollars."

	"The builder didn't get any more off it, so when he told us to get
what we wanted rather than be disappointed later, that was all the
encouragement we needed," Darren clarified.

	"And we had the money, so why not!"

	"Now that you've been here for about eight years, would you do
anything differently?" Dave asked.

	They thought for a moment.  "Well, I think I'd put in more glass.
The weather can be dismal here, as you already know," Darren began.  "Like
the neighbors down the street have a solarium on the back of the house.
It's a great idea and so bright and cheery on even the darkest days.  They
keep tropical plants in it and some wicker furniture."

	We smiled knowingly.  "You've seen it?" Jerrod wondered.

	"No, but we have something like it at our place," I answered.
"You'll have to come see it.  It really does make a difference, but it has
drawbacks, too."

	"Like?" Jerrod asked.

	"Well, the sun in the summer gets it broiling in there, so you need
some kind of screen like they hang over the young plants at a nursery, and
it is cooler in that part of the house during the winter.  But, with enough
ducting vents, you can heat it nicely in the winter and cool it in the
summer.  However, I'd still recommend the sun screen or nursery shade cloth
like we have," I suggested.

	"How big's the room?" Darren prompted.

	"About 20 by 18, I think," Dave said when I drew a blank.

	"As much time as we spend in there, you'd think I'd know more about
its dimensions," I sighed shaking my head.  "But, it's so comfortable with
just the right furniture and plants.  How big is their solarium down the
street and what kinds of plants do they have in there?" I asked.

	Darren checked with Jerrod for an answer, but got only a shrug.
"I'd say about 15 by 20?  They have a couple of small palm trees that won't
survive outside in the winter and a bunch of orchids that require little
care, to hear them tell it."

	"We have a few orchids in our sun room that require very little
care.  It's probably the same family of plants," I volunteered.  "Are they
pretty happy with it?"

	"They seem to be.  Are you thinking of doing something else with
your room?"  Darren wondered.

	"No, just some ideas on what to do with it and what works," I
answered.  "I think it needs more plants, making it more of a garden room.
But, I'm not sure what would do well in there."

	"Well, the next time you come over, we'll make it during the day
and invite ourselves over to Rick and Milly's for a look-see," Darren
offered.

	During the conversation, Darren had been adding rice, dried
cranberries or cherries, and diced carrots to a rice cooker.  He, also, had
warmed some broccoli in the microwave.  Finishing up with the preparation
of a tossed salad, he checked the roasted chicken for doneness (pronounced
it ready) and suggested it was time to go back to the dining room for
dinner.

	After dinner and two more bottles of champagne, we adjourned to the
Great Room at the back of the house.  After sorbet and an after-dinner
drink, we felt stuffed and a little bit drunk.

	"Is this some nefarious plot to get us drunk enough that we can't
drive home, so you can take advantage of us for the rest of the evening?" I
wondered aloud.

	"I didn't think we were being at all nefarious," Jerrod grinned.
"I thought we were being very forthright about it."

	Dave shot a glance at me.  "I know I've had too much to drink and
drive."

	I nodded.  "Same for me."

	"Oh, good!  It worked!" Darren laughed.  "You're our guests for the
night.  I hope you didn't have any plans for early tomorrow."

	"Nope, not a one," Dave said agreeably.  "But, I'm sure you do."

	"See?  Not nefarious at all!" he laughed.

	"But, a free dinner does come with a price," Jerrod leered.

	"Name it!" I smiled back.

	"You have to service us until you can't cum any more," Darren
answered with as straight a face as he could muster (not all that
successfully).

	"You drive a hard bargain," Dave observed.  "And if we don't
agree?"

	"We'll take advantage of you, anyway," Darren smiled back.

	"Can't rape the willing," I pointed out.

	"I was hoping that you'd agree to keep topping us until we all fall
asleep," Jerrod reminded us.  "With your dicks in our butts, hopefully."

	"Not a chance for versatile?" I frowned.

	"Well, I was planning on getting a taste of some of Dave's cum in
your ass, Mike," Darren suggested innocently.

	"And that would lead to something more penetrating than a tongue
and wet fingers?" I replied.

	"Perhaps.  If you're good," Darren grinned back.

	Dave and Jerrod had been negotiating a similar arrangement.  But,
given the way that Jerrod and Darren's eyes wandered to the other partner,
I was sure that I'd be spending some "quality" time with Jerrod, as well as
Dave with Darren.  We did have a change of clothes and toiletries in our
gym bags in the trunk of the car.  I didn't see any complications to their
"plans."

	"I'll agree if Dave does," I smirked, knowing full well that Dave
wouldn't turn down another shot at the big, black man sitting next to him,
nor his hunky, furry boyfriend.  "We always come as a matched set."

	"Just so you cum often," Darren smiled, grinning at his play on
words.

	"And where would you like your first sample?" I asked, running my
hand over the shirt covering his broad chest, resting my fingers on an
erect nipple.

	"This load has to go down my throat," he stated firmly gripping my
crotch.  "I missed out on the last one."

	"You didn't like it up your ass?" I asked.

	"Loved it, but didn't get to taste it," he quickly responded.
"There's more to life than getting fucked."

	"There is?" I smiled innocently.

	"I'll let you know later what it is," he retorted.  "Meanwhile, I
hear the bedroom calling us."

	I'd been so involved in our verbal sparing that I hadn't noticed
Dave and Jerrod's departure.  "Is there any hope of us getting any sleep
tonight?"

	"Not if I have anything to do with it," he grinned.

	He had a great deal to do with it.  As promised, we got very little
sleep.  I thought Kurt and Gene were insatiable.  Jerrod and Darren were in
the same league.  I made a mental note to introduce them.  When we arrived
at the master bedroom suite, Dave and Jerrod were standing on their knees
on the bed, facing us.  Their long, thick, black dicks throbbed as they
pointed heavily at the new arrivals.  "This is a formal affair," Jerrod
smiled.  "Black on white.  Mike, you're under me and Darren, you're under
Dave."

	"I like the way you think, Love," Darren grinned.  It must have
been contagious.  I was smiling, too, eager to get a feel for that 12"
monster deep in my ass.  It had been a while since I'd enjoyed Coach
Randy's weapon, so this one should be a less than subtle reminder of what a
foot of dark meat feels like.  "But, Mike and I were discussing
versatility, and we thought..."

	"Say no more," Jerrod said, holding up one meaty paw.  "We had the
same discussion," he added, nodding to Dave.  "It seems we have similar
tastes in men and positions.  But, black on white is the first item on the
agenda.  We didn't think you'd object."

	"Oh, we're not objecting!" I insisted.  "We only wanted to be sure
that dessert would be served sometime after the first agenda item is
concluded."

	"I think dessert will happen more times than you think, Mike,"
Jerrod leered.

	"As well as returning to the first agenda item," Dave put in.

	"Promise?" Darren asked, nearly purring.

	The big black men nodded evilly.  "Oh, more than a promise,
Darren," Dave agreed.  "Although, it may not always be with the same
partner."

	"I can live with that," he grinned.  I nodded my eager agreement,
too.

	We immediately paired up.  "You have a favorite position you'd like
to be in when I open that pretty ass up with my friend here?" Jerrod
whispered in my ear as I hastily stripped.

	I glanced down at the thick, long "third leg" and stammered, "Uh,
let's try me sitting on it first to get used to it, then, doggie style,
going to flat out on my stomach and you pounding me into the mattress."

	"You sure know what you like," Jerrod hissed into my ear as he
pulled me down to the bed.  "But, you'll have to get it wet first."  He
pushed my face down into his crotch, forcing my lips against the thick
shaft.  Groaning, he raised his hips and guided my mouth to the tip of his
leaking throbber.  I licked up several clear drops of precum before I
opened my lips and sucked as many of his 12" into my mouth as I could.  His
big, leaking dickhead hit the back of my throat, but wouldn't go deeper.
Even Darren couldn't deep-throat Jerrod's weapon after nine years, I
recalled.  No consolation, I thought, but I couldn't really deep-throat
Dave, either.

	His powerful body flexed beneath me, lifting me up and turning me
so that we were in a 69 position.  I was able to get an inch of so more of
his dick into my mouth, with the big head crushed into the opening to my
throat.  But, the shaft was so hard and thick, there was no way it was
going any deeper.  However, Jerrod expressed his appreciation with a loud
groan.  He quickly followed that with his tongue slurping my dick from the
leaking tip to my boiling nuts, his nose finally buried in my butt.

	I tried harder to suck down more of his monster dick down my
throat, but only managed to engage my gag reflex.  Admitting defeat, I
pulled off, leaving a patina of spit on better than two-thirds of it.
Sizing up his lemon-sized nuts, I bathed them in more saliva, allowing them
to roll around in my mouth, but only one at a time.  Like everything else
about this man, they were huge.

	He gradually spent less and less time on my dick and more time on
my asshole.  After all, that was the point of this exercise, wasn't it?  He
drilled, licked, sucked, and tongued my back door, pulling my ass cheeks
apart and opening me up for his breeding stick.  The more he ate at my
manhole, the hungrier I got for his big butt-wrecker.

	Taking one last swipe at his rolling gonads, I turned around,
grabbed a condom from the nightstand (the magnum size that he and Dave
used), and rolled it on.  Handing me the lube, Jerrod smiled up at me.
"You'll be needing this, despite the lube already on the condom."
Gratefully, I accepted the offered pump bottle, squirted some on my fingers
and generously lubed up my winking pucker.  "Take it slowly," he added as
he returned the lube to its resting place.  "We have all kinds of time."

	I glanced over at Dave and Darren.  They were already way ahead of
us.  Darren was on his back, Dave pushing Darren's legs hard into the
smaller man's hairy chest, pounding Darren's eager ass with long, deep
strokes.  If I watched them, I'd be cumming as soon as I Jerrod hit my
prostate.  I squeezed my eyes shut, and opened them again to look at
Jerrod.  "Hot, aren't they?" he grinned.  I nodded and, despite myself,
took another look at the coupling men nearby.

	"I can't watch or I'll cum too soon," I volunteered.

	"Then, watch my eyes as I fuck one of the prettiest butts I've ever
seen or tasted," he whispered sexily.  "Dave's so lucky to have you," he
added.

	"I'll remind him of that later," I smiled down at him.  My hand
found his thick dick and aimed it at my ass.  My other hand was on his
chest, working on one of his nipples, and attempting to keep my balance.  I
had to stand on my knees and lean forward to get his long dick pointed at
my entrance.  As I sat back slowly, his big dickhead slipped inside.  I
stopped, willing myself to relax more.  Additional inches slid in.  Damn!
This guy is HUNG!  Thicker and longer than Dave, Jerrod's monster was
plowing new ground, and I loved it, albeit slowly.

	Jerrod's fingers played me like a concert violinist, working his
Stradivarius.  He alternated between my erect nipples and my leaking,
jerking dick.  Reading me easily, he knew when to back off on stroking my
precum-soaked dick, so I wouldn't cum too soon.  One would think that
having cum only a few hours earlier in Darren's ass that I wouldn't be so
eager to cum, again.  But, a monster dick like Jerrod's was hitting all my
buttons.

	His hips rose slowly, spreading my ass more to take the thicker
root of his manhood.  Finally, I felt his wiry pubes rub against my tender,
gaping pucker hole.  He sighed pleasurably at the feeling.  "One hot ass!
Just like I knew it would be," he whispered huskily.  He opened his eyes,
drinking in my hairy chest and throbbing dick.  "I'd love to suck you off
right now.  I know I'd cum like a fire hose, if I did."

	"I'm so close, it wouldn't take long at all," I assured him.  "But,
I wanna know what it feels like to take you doggie style, too."

	"We have time for that later," Jerrod insisted.  "I really need to
cum inside you, now," he moaned, thrusting his hips hard upwards.

	"You promise?  I need to be taken by you, used, and fucked,
smothered by your hard, big body, hammered into the mattress," I urged.
Talking like that to him only made me hotter.  My ass naturally milked his
pistoning dick, giving both of us a ride that was rushing to a huge climax.

	"Ung!" rattled in his throat as he grabbed my hips and pushed me
down on to his thrusting dick.  Seconds later, his body froze.  In a silent
scream, he came.  I could feel the big dick swell in my ass as he poured
heavy shots of semen into the condom.  Automatically, his hips resumed
their deep fucking action, pounding me upwards, and making me look like a
jumping jack popping out of a box.

	His dick was buried so deeply that my prostate wasn't unmercifully
pounded.  Although the thick root of his monster rubbed agreeably against
my joy button, I didn't cum.  I wanted to fuck his ass more than I wanted
to cum, so I enjoyed the ride, leaving my waving, dripping dick without
more stimulation.

	He opened his eyes and smiled.  "HOT fuckin' ass, just like I knew
it would be.  I'm sorry I came so quickly," he added.  "But, I couldn't
help it.  Darren does the same thing to me, too."  He pushed his slowly
wilting dick deeper and resumed a lazy fucking motion.  "I could fuck you
for hours, if my dick weren't so eager to cum all the time.  You are HOT!"

	I grinned back at him.  "But, I recall there was some mention of
dessert after the first agenda item was, uh, 'discussed'?"

	"The first item isn't complete until I pull out, and I'm not
pulling out for a while."

	"Oh, you have fast recovery?"

	"Fast enough that I don't have to leave the 'scene of the crime'
before I do it again."

	"Ooh, I like the way you work," I whispered, leaning in and kissing
him.  His hips continued a slow-motion fuck.  My butt gently massaged the
long, thick, but not quite as hard invader.  "You wanna continue this in
doggie style position?"  He nodded and twisted us around so that we assumed
the new position.  His monstrous meat never fell out, despite the
contortions.

	His big, muscled chest pressed into my back as he resumed mating
with me.  His hands caressed my hairy pecs, paying particular attention to
my erect nipples.  Occasionally, a hand strayed to my throbbing dick, but I
swatted it away, trying not to cum before he came again.

	Within a couple of minutes, I felt his dick stiffen, hardening in
me, drilling me with more force.  His big nuts swung against mine, but rose
slowly as if knowing there would soon be a reprise of the big climax of
only a few minutes ago.  He long-dicked me, rubbing the big head against my
prostate.  This was adding too much stimulation when added to his
manipulations of my nips.

	Grabbing his big ass with both hands, I lowered us to the bed,
stretching out beneath him.  His big hands curled under my shoulders,
pulling me into his increasingly urgent butt fucking.  "You need more lube
before I pump another load into this sweet ass?" he whispered lustily into
one ear.

	I shook my head to the negative.  "Just fuck me until you've filled
my ass, again," I begged.  "Pound my ass and take your pleasure!"

	"Yeah!  That's the way Darren loves it when we're fuckin' like
this."

	"Just do it!" I urged.  His big, heavily muscled body was heavy,
but a good kind of heavy.  I was being possessed like Dave does when we're
humping like animals.  A bigger dick and heavier body only made me hungrier
to get fucked.  I raised my hips and met his downward thrust.  "Pound that
ass, Man!" I hungrily cried.  Milking him as devilishly as I would Dave,
Jerrod didn't have a prayer.  He was flailing and flopping on my back,
jerking spastically, filling the condom to overflowing in under another two
minutes.  I'd been well and truly fucked.  Taking a monster dick like his
was easier than I thought it would be (probably because I was well beyond
terminally horny!).

	How I kept from cumming, I have no idea.  I was so concentrating on
giving him a good ride that I didn't think of my needs.  But, now that his
big body was becoming too heavy, I realized my need to get him off me, and
my dick deep in his butt.  He pulled his rapidly shrinking dick out of my
well-fucked hole and stripped off the filled condom.  "I worked hard for
that!  It's mine!" I insisted, tearing it away from his grasp.

	Too weak from our mating, he relinquished the trophy without a
word.  I upended it and stripped the contents into my open mouth.  He
rolled up against me when I tossed the condom away.  He leaned in and
kissed me, probing my cream-coated tongue and teeth for cum.  Giggling
through the next kiss, we battled for the delicious sperm.  I'd already
swallowed most of it, but he'd mined a few good wads, too.

	"Wanna rest before I feed you this?" I asked, waving my hard dick
in his direction.

	"I've never turned down a hard dick in my life," he chortled.  "I
love it on my back, getting kissed and fucked at the same time."  He handed
me another condom and lube.  "I love that hairy chest of yours.  You remind
me so much of Darren."  His hands strayed from my ass to my chest, his
fingers combing through my chest hair, resting finally on my nipples.

	I pushed his big legs into his chest.  "I wanna see what you taste
like," I smiled down at him, lowering my face to his spread butt cheeks.
"When was the last time Darren fucked you?"  Without waiting for his
answer, my tongue speared his pucker.

	"This afternoon," he grinned dreamily, raising his legs even
higher.  "And he shoots so hard that when I try to abort his babies, I
always have to wait a few hours for the cum to drain low enough to expel
it."  Well, I could have done without the clinical description.  His butt
tasted vaguely of fruit and soap.  It was probably a moisturizer and a
recent shower that I tasted.  Unlike his lover, I tasted no cum drizzling
from his butt.

	Rising up to a kneeling position, I speared his tongued and lubed
butthole easily.  Evidently, Darren had been right about Jerrod loving to
get fucked frequently.  Descending into his depths, he urged me deeper with
his big hands on my hard ass.  Grinding in the last inch only made him
hungrier.  "Fuck that big, black ass, Man!  I need to be dicked!"

	I didn't remind him that Dave had valiantly performed that duty
just a few hours ago.  "Hungry bottom" was an apt label attached by his
lover.  His ass tunnel muscles were as accomplished as any I'd enjoyed.  Of
course, I was so close to cumming after being hammered into the bed earlier
that it wouldn't have taken long, anyway.

	He pulled my face into his.  We kissed hungrily, triggering my nuts
to kick hard and race to unload their contents deep in his condom-protected
butthole.  I couldn't fuck him fast enough to pleasure the big man.  He
bellowed and howled as I shouted my own climax.  Flailing his long dick
with one hand, he pulled me tightly into his ass.  His large hand jerked
feverishly, rubbing between our hard abs, struggling to cum with me.  But,
I was too far down my climax road to wait for him.  I shot and squirted my
load deep in his butt, thrashing above him, kissing ardently.

	Finally coming down from an enormous sexual high, I pulled out and
flopped down beside his big body.  "One HOT fuck," he murmured.  Repeating
my earlier capture of a used condom, he drained the contents of what had so
recently protected his eagerly fucked ass.  Eventually remembering that we
weren't alone, I glanced over at Dave and Darren.  They were watching us,
smiling.

	"You were one HOT fuck," Darren repeated.

	"How long've you been watching us?" I asked.  Jerrod rose up on one
elbow, searching their eyes for clues.

	"Since he was pounding your ass into the mattress," Dave smiled.
"I know how much you love that."

	"Yeah, I do.  And both of you do an excellent job," I recalled
fondly.

	"You didn't do so badly bangin' his ass, either," Darren giggled.
"We watched the last part of his big dick up your ass and decided to
continue our fuckin', but watching you.  I don't think I've ever cum that
fast after another climax.  It was SO hot!"

	"I guess we were in our own little world," Jerrod allowed.  "I was
certainly enjoying it."

	"Everyone get what they wanted?" I asked, looking back and forth
between the other two men sharing the bed.  Their wide grins confirmed
their good time.

	"Oh, yeah!" Darren exulted.  "Dave banged my ass, I banged his,
then, he sat on my face and I came again.  I couldn't believe how easy it
was to cum again, when properly inspired.  I'll have to remember that for
our special times together, Jer."

	"You'll be able to keep up with me, then," he lover smiled.

	"You get a double load out of him, Mike?" Darren asked.

	"Oh, yeah!  Awesome!"

	"How'd you do that?" Dave wondered aloud.  Jerrod explained how
he'd done it, adding that I was a very good bottom, dragging sperm from his
nuts hungrily in both cases.  "I don't deny his skills as an aggressive
bottom," Dave laughed, "but, I'd like to know how you were able to get it
to stay hard enough to cum, again."

	"Beats me.  I just do," Jerrod answered lamely.

	"So, do I get a demonstration of that skill sometime soon?" he
pressed.

	"Oh, I think I can get another one going before morning," he
leered.  "Especially, for that sweet butt of yours."

	"You haven't had it yet.  How do you know what it's like?" Dave
challenged.

	"You're with Mike.  It's gotta be good!" he answered.

	We laughed.  "Guilt by association?" I suggested.

	"You eat it, you can fuck it," Dave offered.

	"Trust that!" I inserted.  "You get a tongue in his butt and he's
an aggressive bottom!"

	"What he said!" Darren laughed.  "I was eating his butt, havin' a
good time, drilling for some of Mike's sperm, when Dave all but raped me,
insisting that he HAD to be fucked!"

	"I wasn't that bad," Dave defended.  "Was I?" he sheepishly added.

	"Yes!" Darren and I answered in unison.

	"Ooh!  I like that," Jerrod put in, walking his way over to Dave on
his knees.  "I can eat your round, high ass longer than you can resist," he
laughed, patting Dave's hard butt.

	"Same to you, Bro!" Dave laughed.  "I clearly recall how eager you
were to get fucked after I'd rimmed your hole for only seconds!"

	"I just wanted some o' dat big ol' dick!" Jerrod weakly parried.

	"He lies!" Darren blurted out.  "He's the easiest fuck I've ever
known when it comes to butt eatin'.  Get some tongue near his bootie and
he's got the roundest heels in the Northwest."

	"He was pretty eager to get speared by me when I was slurping on
his butthole," I joined in.  "But, I thought he was just trying to get me
off.  He knew how hot I was to squirt."

	"Perhaps," Darren said.  "But, NOT likely.  That's one of the
reasons I like to fuck him so much.  His ass is so easily talked into a
good fuck just by lickin' his tall bootie!"

	"I happen to know what I like," Jerrod sniffed.  "A big dick up my
butt is one of them."

	"The other is his big dick up another butt," Darren laughed.  "You
gotta admit it, Jer.  You EASY!"

	"You say that like it's a bad thing," Jerrod bantered back.

	"Are we gonna to get any sleep tonight?" I asked yawning.

	Darren put his arm around my shoulder.  "Not with me nearby.  Jer
and Dave have already decided what they're doing later.  We can take a
short nap, but I'll be waking you up to service me before dawn."  He
smirked.  "At least, a couple of times!"

	It was still dark outside when Darren made his first demand for
service.  Dave and Jerrod were already involved in a noisy butt-fucking
demonstration on their side of the bed.  After adding our version to the
rising noise, Darren and I cuddled, my wilting dick still buried in his
well-fucked ass.  I'd nodded off for another couple of hours when he roused
me again.  His round ass was munching away on my expanding dick.  I didn't
know if I needed to piss or he wanted me to fuck him again, causing my dick
to harden.  Either way, I wasn't getting away until I'd filled the same
condom a second time.

	These guys were just as eager for sex as Kurt and Gene.  I wasn't
sure we could keep up, so an introduction had to be made before they wore
me out.



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