Date: Sun, 25 May 2003 21:07:45 -0700
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 94.

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

		    Chapter 94--Home Again, Home Again

	After leaving the freeway at our exit, we headed into the
neighborhood.  Despite the winter clouds and dripping skies, I loved
Laurelhurst.  The trees were bare, but stately in their nakedness.
Everything was green.  It's nice to be home, I thought.  The chirp of
Dave's phone interrupted my reverie.  Being that it was his phone, I handed
to him.  It was Ken, so Dave handed it back.

	The "bad" news came quickly.  Yes, Ken was "married" to a new
boyfriend.  It had been wedded bliss for nearly two years now.  And, no,
they didn't fuck around.  I told him of my happy, good fortune, and he was
pleased for me.  Not the warmest conversation I've ever had, but it was to
the point.  Reflecting on it, I decided he still had issues with being an
exclusive top.  But, I knew his dirty, little secret.  However, I wasn't
going to spill it to his new boyfriend.  If I'd wanted to reveal Ken's
piggy bottom side to the new boyfriend, I didn't even know how to contact
him.  What's past is past, what's done is done.

	"Back to the drawing board," I sighed.

	"Struck out, I assume."

	"Yeah, he's married to some kind of stud bottom.  I wish them well,
though," I said, trying to sound sincere.  "So, ideas?"

	"Your earlier idea about having the coaches help us out might bear
fruit," Dave reminded me.  "We haven't talked to any of this year's rookies
or the potential recruits (although the draft isn't for another couple of
months)."

	Dave parked the car and pulled luggage from the spacious trunk.  I
dialed Randy and Chuck's number.  No one answered, so I left a message.

	I flipped on the heat, tossed our dirty clothes in the washer, and
sorted through our mail.  Dave busied himself checking on the houseplants,
then, rewound the phone recorder for messages.  We had several.

	Max and Conrad wanted to come for a visit from London.  Morgan
called with some "astonishing" news, he'd said breathlessly.  Kurt and Gene
were checking in with us, as did Darren and Jerrod (adding an invitation to
dinner and an "evening of debauchery!).  "I wonder what Morgan has to tell
us that's so astonishing?" Dave grinned.  "He's married, pregnant, moving,
starring in a new movie?"

	I laughed at the possibilities expounded.  "Probably pregnant,
knowing how eager that boy is to get fucked, despite his butch persona."

	"You have the address book," Dave indicated.  "Call him.  I'll let
Kurt and Gene know that we're home.  What time is it in London?"

	"Wee hours of the morning," I replied.  "We'll have to call them
tomorrow morning," I suggested.  Dave nodded and phoned the neighbors.
They weren't home, yet, or were out.  But, Morgan was in.  "So, what's the
'astonishing' news?" I mimicked into the receiver.

	"Remember that video that was made of you and Dave fuckin' us at
the Fair?" he gushed.  I acknowledged the memory.  "Well, the good parts
have hit the Internet and they're sweeping the world."

	"Oh, Geez!" I groaned.

	"No faces, so don't worry," Morgan added soothingly.  "But, DAMN!
We looked HOT!  You guys REAL sure you don't wanna make a hot, porno flick
with us?"

	"Always happy to bang your ass, Morgan, but not for public
consumption (uh, purloined vids from Folsom Street Fair notwithstanding)."

	"We'd make you a helluva deal," he pressed.

	"We don't need the money, Morgan," I reminded him.

	"Oh, yeah.  That carrot doesn't work.  How about for fame, then,
instead of fortune?"

	"No dice."

	"Well, fuck!  You guys look so good in that flick," he sighed.
"And even better at prompting some great memories."

	"At risk of sounding like I'm weakening, where would I find these
pirated vids on the net?"  He rattled off several sites featuring the
scandalous vids.  I scribbled furiously.

	"Now, some sites are better than others.  They don't charge and
they haven't chopped the vid up into little pieces.  However, none of them
seem to have used the same editing as you saw on the DVD.  In my opinion,
they look even better!"

	"Oh, brother.  That's just what we need," I muttered.  I handed the
Internet site addresses to Dave.  He dashed upstairs to the computer room
and started surfing the net.  "So, what's new in your life?"  I asked.
Morgan gave me the rundown on his latest shooting schedule and how many
fuck flicks he had lined up.  I ventured a question about Tom (the trust
fund baby), but got a brief non-answer.  That affair was evidently over;
not because of Morgan, it would seem.

	I heard the back door rattle, so I terminated the call with Morgan.
Kurt and Gene breezed through the door, key in hand.  "Welcome home," they
said in unison.

	"We be famous!" Dave laughed as he entered the kitchen.  "Internet
stars, no less!"

	"Yeah?  What did you do?" Gene wondered aloud.

	"Both of you?" Kurt smiled.  "It has to be that scandalous DVD shot
in San Francisco."

	"Bingo!" Dave chortled.  "Morgan just called and told us where to
find our, uh, debut on the Internet.  And he was right.  Some of the sites
do it better than others."

	"Let's see!" Gene insisted, heading upstairs.

	"I'm all set up at the best site of the bunch," Dave said, bounding
up the step behind him.  Kurt raced after them; and I enjoyed Kurt's
incredible, muscular ass flexing in my face as I followed.  Dave clicked on
the film name and the show began.

	We did look good.  Those porn stars knew how to take dick.  And the
editors did a great job of cutting through several different versions to
arrive at the most hedonistic, penetrating, delicious angles possible.  I
didn't remember anyone being behind or beneath us, but there were several
shots of butts working hard dicks deeper.  They could have been edited in
from other videos, but I didn't think so.  It still looked like us.

	"Show me how you did that in San Francisco?" Kurt leered, handing
me a condom and pushing his pants to his knees.  "I want you to cum in my
ass like you're about to do in this video."

	"What he said!" Gene insisted, pressing another condom into Dave's
hand.  "Your size, I believe," he snickered.

	The scene was hot!  The lubed condom (with my pocket-rocket inside)
slid easily into my young Adonis.  Gene had been working Kurt's butt
regularly.  Dave had no trouble sliding deeply into Gene, either.  Kurt's
12" dick made frequent journeys up Gene's butt, too.

	We quickly got into the mood of the "film".  I tried to match the
pace, but couldn't do that if I wanted to hold out until the end.  Kurt's
butt had gained more milking experience with Gene in his bed.  Twice, I had
to stop and hold tight to Kurt's ass.  I was so close to squirting.  Dave
was having an even tougher time of it.  He had to pull out to keep from
cumming.

	"Dammit, Gene!" he laughed.  "I can't hold out to the end of this,
uh, art film with you milking me like that."

	"Kurt's ass is eating my dick mercilessly, too," I volunteered.
"Makes you wonder if they really meant it when they said that they wanted
to feel it like in the film."

	"We did," Gene defended.  "But, it feels so good to get fucked by a
big dick while watching hot fuck scenes on the screen."

	"Then, turn away from the monitor and face each other," I directed.
"This is getting you too hot!"  As requested, they turned.  "Now, kiss
while Dave and I fuck!"  They grinned and drew closer.

	"I'm so close to cumming, I'll probably spray your carpet," Gene
warned.

	"Let us know, and I'll force Kurt to bend over and suck you off," I
suggested.  Gene brightened and Kurt nodded hungrily.  I worked on Kurt's
nipples, pulling, tugging, and twisting on them.  Dave was holding on to
Gene's hips and ramming him harder and faster with each heartbeat.  He was
going for his nut, whether Gene was ready or not.  Perhaps, it was more
likely that Gene hadn't given up on his milking routine and Dave was
rushing to enjoy a climax that he couldn't avoid.

	"Fuck!" Gene muttered breaking his kiss.  "Gonna cum!"  I pulled
Kurt back a step and pushed his torso over.  His right hand darted out and
corralled the swollen, bodybuilder's dick, and shoved it into his mouth.
His butt clamped down hungrily on me as he gulped semen.  I pulled him into
a hard thrust with my hands on his broad shoulder caps, rotating my hips
and hitting his prostate with my fat dickhead.

	Within a few seconds, it was Kurt's turn to fill his lover's mouth
with cream.  Kurt bellowed out an unintelligible warning, but anyone within
a block of the house would have known what he was attempting to say.  Gene
was still in a climax stupor, but Dave pushed him over, directing his mouth
in the right direction.  Remembering his part in our little drama, Gene
opened his mouth and lunged forward, nearly burying Kurt's entire foot-long
horsedick down his throat.

	Kurt's climax had squeezed my dick so hard that I had no choice in
the matter.  I shot my load as he did.  From the look on Dave's face, he'd
had the same timing issue with Gene, but earlier.  Pulling out together,
Dave and I rolled off the used rubbers.  "It doesn't get any better than
this," Dave sighed contentedly.

	"Sure it does," Gene grinned over his shoulder.  "The man you
love."  Gene stepped toward Kurt and kissed him, sharing the bounty of
their loads.  Dave smiled evilly at me.  We swapped condoms and drank the
contents.

	"Yeah, Gene's right," I agreed, smacking my lips.  Dave nodded,
wiping an errant dollop of my thick, dick cream from his lips.  Pulling up
their paints, Gene and Kurt went home to get cleaned up for dinner with
Kurt's parents.

	We called Darren and Jerrod, agreeing to dinner on Saturday evening
at their house.  Robert and Gary called right afterwards, asking us if we'd
eaten dinner.  "No," replied Dave.  "We hadn't thought about it, yet."

	"Good," Gary said.  "Bring a bottle of bubbly and come on down.  We
have a pot roast in the oven that's way too big for us and we need help
wolfing it down."

	"Yeah, right!  The two of you could eat a whole buffalo and not
wince."

	"We promise to let you fuck us all night long," Gary tantalized.

	"How could we resist an invitation so delicately phrased?"

	Dinner was wonderfully flavored and plentiful.  With after-dinner
drinks in hand, we sat in their living room to watch a couple of recently
released movies.  By 11:00, we were ready for bed.  Gary had already
latched on to Dave, sitting on his lap, performing a scandalous lap dance.
Robert was even less reserved.  He pulled his big dick out of his pants and
waggled it in my face.  Of course, I had to lick off the occasional stray
drop of precum.

	"Okay, Buckwheat.  Let's take our guests up to bed.  They look SO
tired," Robert moaned as my lips closed over his big dickhead.  I lapped up
several more drops of precum, smearing them over my lips and the roof of my
mouth.  After pronouncing them delicious, I grabbed Robert's big,
football-playing ass and pulled him toward me.  Several inches of dick sank
down my throat, before he recovered and moved away.

	I glanced up as Dave and Gary moved past us.  Gary's pants were off
his black ass, and Dave's face and tongue were in it.  They moved up the
steps slowly, keeping pace.  "Doesn't that look like fun," I whispered.
Robert smiled at the dark couple disappearing beyond the first landing.

	"I think we can do them one better," he replied with a glint in his
eye.  He pushed down his pants and bent over, his broad ass in my face.  He
searched in the small cabinet beneath the coffee table, but backed into me
as he did it.  Finding a condom, he grinned over his left shoulder and
parted his big, beefy, butt cheeks with both hands.  I dove in, wetting his
tight, pink pucker with spit.  I felt his fingers working to open my belt
and pants.  Aiding him quickly, I soon had my pants below my knees.  "Now,
add a little lube to the 'weapon of ass destruction' and we'll be in
business," he chortled.  "But, not too soon," he sighed contentedly.  "We
can join them in a moment."

	But, after a few more moments, his hand was stroking my greased up
dick too much for me.  I pulled away from his muscled ass to say, "This is
too good!  I'll cum in your hand if you keep stroking me like that.  I
don't think that's what you have in mind.  I know it's not what I have in
mind!"

	"More than likely," he agreed standing.  "Put this on.  Then, FUCK
me!" he insisted.  "But, we'll leave our pants here.  I believe we can
waddle up the stairs more easily without that encumbrance."

	"I like the way you think."

	"Yeah, I thought this would be more satisfying," he groaned as my
big dickhead slipped between his melon buns and slid home.  "Yeah, even
better than getting rimmed."

	"Hard as that may be to believe (especially coming from a butt pig
like me), I have to agree.  Gary's not been servicing you enough," I
smiled, kissing the big man on the back of his neck.

	"With a hot, bubble butt like his, when would I ever get a shot at
his dick up my ass?" Robert laughed softly.

	"I suffer from the same problem," I consoled.

	"Not like I do.  I know you've got to be more versatile than Gary
is.  He loves my dick up his butt and I love his ass," he explained as we
negotiated the steps beyond the first landing.

	By the time we got to the master bedroom upstairs, Dave was
pounding Gary's ass in a doggie style position.  Gary was squealing and
begging for more.  I pushed Robert on to the bed in the same position and
matched Dave's cadence.

	Dave whispered in my ear, "Good thing we fucked Kurt and Gene
earlier.  I'd have shot my load already in Gary's hungry ass."  I smiled
and nodded.  Robert was so hungry for dick that he was pulling out all the
stops to get reamed out good, too.  Louder, Dave said, "If you feel like
you gotta cum, let me know and we'll get you into a 69 position with your
boyfriend and you can suck each other off."

	"I think we'd better do that now," Robert said, standing up on to
his knees.  "When I'm ready to cum, there's no time to change positions.
And I think I'd better be underneath.  When I'm on top, I cum faster."  I
could certainly understand that.  I had the same problem.

	And Robert was right another way.  Almost immediately after getting
into new positions and reconnecting, I felt his body jerk beneath me and
his butt clamp hard.  Gary's throat worked swiftly, swallowing his
boyfriend's copious load.  Robert gargled his climax roar around Gary's
black scimitar.

	Gary was close, too.  His nuts had disappeared into the base of his
fat dick, cueing his thick meaty dickhead to prepare to fire.  Robert
thrust his hips forward, relishing Gary's talented mouth as it sucked
harder to get all of Robert's cream.  The taste of jizz was probably what
pushed Gary over the edge.  I saw his body stiffen and his ass back hard on
to Dave's pounding horsedick.  A muffled shriek of climax rattled around
Robert's thick dick lodged in Gary's throat.  Evidently, they very much
enjoyed getting their neighbors down the street to service them.  This was
one of the best 69's they'd ever had (they'd told us later).

	We pulled out, but hadn't cum, yet.  There was plenty of time for
that later.  We were spending the evening, after all.  And an hour later,
we did, but in the other boyfriend.  I creamed in Gary's condom-protected
ass in a face-to-face that had us in a hard lip-lock.  Robert had stretched
out beneath Dave, gleefully receiving the pounding his big, muscle ass
wanted.  When Dave shot, Robert reached behind both of them and pulled Dave
hard into his own ass.  He wanted all 11" of Dave inside him when the
floodgates burst.

	Large as their king-sized bed was, there wasn't enough room for all
of us.  Dave and I adjourned to the guest bedroom and left our hosts to
their own room.  By morning, though, Dave would need to be serviced.  I
knew him well enough to know how to accomplish that.  I woke him up with my
face in his ass, licking and sucking on his pucker in such a manner as to
convince him that he needed to get fucked (as if there would have been an
argument!).

	"You have all day to stop that," he moaned, raising his ass higher.

	"I don't think you'd be satisfied with just my tongue in there," I
grinned down at him.  "You need something longer and thicker.  Perhaps,
something with a cream filling?"

	"Ooh, you smooth talker!" he sighed, wiggling his butt higher.  He
flipped over and pulled his legs into his shoulders.  "Fuck me, Mike!"
Now, how could I resist such a subtly phrased request?  I plugged in and
rode his ass, kissing him, chewing on his nipples, sucking the tip of his
very long, black snake.  Whenever he got close, I'd stop working his
prostate with my thick dickhead.  He was nearly cursing me by the time I
let him cum with me.  In reality, I couldn't have stopped him.  I was
hitting my climax peak and couldn't stop myself!

	Sperm flooded and gushed from my dick as I short-stroked deeply
into him.  He flailed on his dick, trying to cum with me.  But, I regained
enough control that I could suck the tip of his dick as he began to squirt
jizz.  I rammed him harder, knowing it would make his climax more intense.
He thrashed beneath me, spraying his load into my thirsty mouth, and
crushing my thrusting dick with his spasming ass.

	I leaned in and kissed him, saving one mouthful of his cum for a
shared lip-lock.  He swallowed voraciously, milking my dick with renewed
vigor.  I pulled out quickly, laughing.  "You did that on purpose," I
groused.  I twisted his nipples in retribution; but as he's a stronger man,
I was quickly subdued.  He tickled me until I couldn't catch my breath.
Payback's a bitch!

	Robert and Gary fed us breakfast and sent us home with a promise to
do this all again, soon, but changing some of the roles.  We readily
agreed.  Neither of us would mind being ridden hard by either one of them.

	We called London for Conrad and Max, but they weren't in.  We left
a message.  I called Gino, the stockbroker in Chicago that we'd met while
taping the Oprah show.  I wanted to ask him if he agreed with Uncle Clay
and I that the economy for 2002 was going to be awful and that it would be
going sideways at best.  He wasn't even that optimistic.  "George is gonna
fuck us all over with his saber-rattling tactics.  The market hates
uncertainty and he's wading into that pond in the deep end," Gino
concluded.  "Stay out of the market for at least six month, maybe a year,"
he added.  "I'm not suggesting you put your money under a mattress, but you
might want to consider bonds or safe stuff like gold."  I confided in him
that I'd put our funds into a gold index.  He agreed with me.

	I still felt like I was not going to make our money grow very fast
that way, but it was better than losing it.  Gino chatted more with us,
telling us how much he enjoyed us in "A Day in the Life of…." We didn't
even know it had aired, and the producers had promised us that they'd let
us know.  Well, fuck!  "When did it play, Gino?"

	"Oh, it had to be in November, right before Thanksgiving, I think,"
he answered.

	"I wonder if the local station trashed it because it had queers in
it," I mused.

	"It's happened before," he sighed.

	"I guess the only way we'll see it is to contact the production
company and ask for a copy," I concluded.

	"Yeah, I'm sure they'd give you one.  And while you're at it, ask
them what happened to the showing in your local area.  They may know
something."

	"Thanks, Gino, for the good advice on our assets, as well as the
show."

	Late in the afternoon, the coaches called.  We told them about our
friend, the Marine, who needed a husband.  They laughed at our use of the
term, but agreed that they'd give it some thought and see if they could
locate a suitable spouse for Dex.  We gave them all his particulars and
desires.  They suggested that they'd marry him, but Dave killed that idea.
"He wants a man for himself, not to be a toy for a couple of geezers like
you."

	"Or you?" Randy asked laughing.

	"Well, he did make the offer, but he's such a hot bottom that
neither of us would ever get fucked again," I revealed.

	"Oh, that much of a bottom?" Chuck wondered.

	"Yeah, you wouldn't think it to look at him or be around him, but
he loves dick in his ass: lots of it!" I added.

	"Well, we could audition him to know just what he's like in bed,"
Randy began.

	"Down, Boy!" Chuck shouted good-naturedly.  "He's been auditioned.
We're just the pimp service now."

	"Exactly what he's looking for," Dave cut in.  "He likes them big
and muscular, a top who might bottom for Dex's big dick once in a while,
but is a sweet guy.  There may not be such a man on the team, but give it a
shot, please?"

	They agreed again that they'd do what they could.  We added that
Dex was taking leave soon; so the sooner they came up with a man for him,
the better.  If they couldn't find someone, he might re-enlist and be
unavailable for another four to six years.  With a promise to do their
best, they hung up.

	"What's for dinner at Jerrod and Darren's?" Dave asked, glancing at
the clock.  We were expected there at 4:30, and it was already 3:30.

	"I didn't ask.  I'll call and find out," I said.

	"Chicken Alfredo, vegetable, salad, sorbet, and champagne, if you
bring it, and a full night of sex," Darren giggled.  "And don't make the
champagne the good stuff.  That's wasted on our pedestrian palates."

	"How about something from Korbel?" I ventured.

	"Too rich, unless you insist," he snickered.

	"We have a case of it.  How about if we bring a bottle a piece?"

	"Done.  See ya in an hour," he smiled into the phone.

	"Ask them if they'd mind looking at some house plans that I'm
drooling over," Dave called from the sunroom.  I relayed the message and
Darren loved the idea.  They love dreaming and drooling over house plans as
much as Dave did.

	"Time for showers," I shouted into the next room, after I hung up.
"They want us there overnight, remember, and you know that'll be no slumber
party."

	"We've had so much sex in the last week, I don't know if I can even
get it up," Dave groaned.

	"You've gotta be kidding!" I laughed.  "You'll rise to the
occasion.  Dinner, drinks, some laughs, then, off to bed.  That'll give you
lots of time to recharge your batteries."

	"You promise not to molest me in the shower, if I go in now?"

	"I'll never promise THAT!"  But, I was good.  We showered together,
both of us getting hard, but we didn't do anything (other than a little
friendly groping).

	Grabbing two house plan books, Dave snared the keys to the Lexus
and escorted me out the door.  "You look particularly delicious tonight,"
he smiled.  "Those pants look so hot on you."

	"You don't look so bad yourself, Handsome," I leered.  "Let's go
back inside and fuck like rabbits!"

	He gave me a look, then, saw that I didn't mean it.  Well, I almost
didn't mean it.  "Our hosts will be very disappointed if we cancel at the
last minute.  That's very tacky."

	"Yeah," I sighed heavily.  "Oh, the burdens we carry to be
sociable."

	"Liar!" he laughed, starting the car.  "You want to bed down with
both of them as often as you can.  I know how you are.  Darren and Jerrod
are two of your top, hunk types.  Just remember to whom you're married
tomorrow morning."

	"I'd never forget the man I love," I smiled and reach out to touch
his hand.  "I love you, Dave.  I just fuck with them."

	"I know.  I just love to hear you say it," he smiled back.

	Dave's memory for finding their home was incredible.  I was lost
twice before we arrived.  Inside, everyone got a hug, a kiss, and a grope.
"The natives are friendly tonight," Dave observed dryly.

	"I certainly hope so," I smiled in turn at Jerrod and Darren.

	"As friendly as you need us," Jerrod winked at me.  If I didn't
have Dave and he didn't have Darren, I'd be on him like white on rice!
What a stud!

	After dinner, Dave dragged out his house plan books.  The four of
us sat around a game table in their Great Room, remarking on features of
certain plans that we liked, and what we didn't like.  Small bedrooms was
the biggest negative that we saw on too many of the plans, even in large
homes boasting more than 5,000 square feet of living space.  It seems
incredibly stupid to include bedrooms that were ten by twelve feet.  The
closet in the master bedroom was bigger than that!

	"You guys have barrels of money," Darren reminded us.  "Let me show
you a book of REAL homes.  These are more what you should have."  He raced
upstairs into the den and rummaged around in some bookcases until he found
what he wanted.  Triumphantly, he returned, bearing a large book labeled
"Estate Homes."

	"That's a little grand for us," I said.

	"Not as much as you'd think," Jerrod replied.  "The plan for a
house similar to this one is in there.  And this place isn't all that
grand."  I could have argued the point, but decided to keep my mouth shut.
Dave just grinned like a kid in a candy store.

	The first one we looked at seriously was nearly 7,300 square feet.
It was only four bedrooms (each with their own private bath), all on the
second floor.  The first floor had two powder rooms, a library, media room,
living room, formal dining room, wine cellar, kitchen, laundry, and a
family room with a breakfast room (informal dining room) facing the
backyard through a bay window.  There were fireplaces in three of the four
bedrooms, plus ones in the living room, family room and library.  The
general architecture was that of a baronial mansion.  Again, I thought it
was too grand for the likes of us.  Besides, what would a couple of queers
do with all that space?

	But, everyone else was captivated by it.  The bedrooms were all
large.  A three- car garage jutted off the laundry room.  There were no
negatives (other than a lot of money, and too much space).  I felt like
such a party-pooper (with everyone else captivated by its "charm and
potential"), so I kept quiet.

	Dave marked the plan with a sticky note, and moved on.  The next
one was a Tudor house, but the wasted space was too much to remain quiet
about.  Although it was nearly 2,000 feet smaller, it was badly designed in
my opinion.  I pointed out the flaws as I saw them.  They agreed.  The
façade was beautiful, but the floor plan sucked.

	Another plan at 5,100 square feet had promise until Dave noted that
the master suite was on the main floor and four more bedrooms and a studio,
plus maids quarters were on the second floor.  "Would we even go up there?"
he wondered aloud.  I agreed with him: a bad plan for us.

	The next plan at nearly 5900 square feet was almost all the living
space on one floor.  There was only a large, oddly shaped media/play room
with a studio off to one side on the second floor.  Given the architecture
of the house, I guess they had to do something with all that space.
Standing back and looking again, I decided the house was too chopped up;
nothing seemed to be in the right place.  Before I could mention it,
though, Darren spoke up and noted the same thing.  "If you like it, though,
go for it."  I assured him that I'd just been thinking the same thing.

	I pounced on another design, admiring the outside and the general
layout of the place.  But, Jerrod reminded me of the small dimensions of
the bedrooms.  Again, the master bedroom had walk-in closets bigger than
two of the bedrooms.  What was the designer thinking!

	The floor plan on another house had potential, but the outside
looked like a mausoleum.  Dave refused to look at it.  He had the same
reaction with a 3,400 square foot house.  He refused to look at it, too.
The layout was good, but the rooms were too small, except for the master
suite (which was colossal).  That turned him off.

	One of the houses was featured on the cover of the plans book.  It
looked great.  The inset of the interior was beautiful.  But, it had the
same problem as most plans.  The master suite was on the main floor, with
other bedrooms that we'd never use upstairs.  We'd have no reason to go
upstairs, again.  With a defeated sigh, Dave turned the page.

	We gasped at the last house in the book.  It was over 11,300 square
feet!  But, it was spectacular, even if the façade did make it look like
a museum.  The rooms had names like "Grand Salon, Grand Stair Hall, and
Dining Hall."  To call it pretentious would be praising it.

	"Who would live in a place like that?" Darren wondered.

	"Someone with too much money and no taste!" Jerrod laughed.
"Someone from Hollywood, for instance?"  We laughed at his observation.
That left us with one floor plan that everyone else liked: the baronial
mansion.

	"Don't be downhearted, Mike," Darren said, reading my body
language.  "There are other books with better plans.  And even if you can't
find the exact plan that you want, you may find something that's very close
and can be easily modified to suit your needs.  For instance, a couple of
these plans, you rejected out of hand because the bedrooms were too small.
Well, I noticed that there were too many bedrooms in those plans.  You
could combine them, giving you three or four bedrooms instead of six.  That
way, the rooms would be more usable. "

	"But, this is a great house," Dave added cautiously, flipping back
to the first one.

	"Well, it is a great house.  It just seems so damned big!" I
hedged.

	"Before we go anywhere with any of these plans, we have to find the
neighborhood we want to live in.  Additionally, a house like this can't
seem out of place in the neighborhood," Dave said warming to the subject.
"But, even before that, we have to decide if we really want to build our
own home, or buy one already on the market."

	"What wrong with the house we're in now?  We just moved in!" I
moaned.

	"It's a great location, we have wonderful neighbors, but the house
really is too small.  Look at the bedrooms, for instance," he pointed out.

	I sighed.  He had me there.  They were kinda small.  The size of
the master bedroom was almost a joke.  "I really love the location,
though," I protested weakly.

	"So do I," Dave allowed.  "That's the one major flaw in my desire
for a nice big house for us to rattle around in."

	"Why don't you look around and see what's on the market," Jerrod
suggested.  "I assume you would use the same agent that you had for your
current house.  Ask him to start looking for you.  Specify some kind of
price range, geographic boundaries, and your willingness to do a gut and
stuff on an existing place.  You also might have him check with some of the
builders who regularly construct homes for the 'Street of Dreams'."

	"The problem with the 'Street of Dreams'," Darren added, "is that
they need several buildable lots in one group.  The only place they can
find those is out in the hinterland.  You've both said you don't wanna live
in the 'burbs."

	"So, if we wanna live close in, we'll have to take an existing home
and remodel the hell out of it to suit us," I groused.

	"You've got the money!  Where's the problem?" Jerrod challenged.

	"I guess I'm not too thrilled with the whole idea of moving,
again," I admitted.

	"That's a non-issue now," Darren said.  "You don't have to sell
your existing house to make the down payment on the new place.  You can
live there as long as it takes while the new place is being remodeled.  And
you can have someone else move you, although I wouldn't suggest you run
away from home and let them do it unsupervised.  You can afford it, Mike.
You got the bucks!  Spend some!"

	Dave smiled.  He knew where my mind was.  He wasn't used to all the
money we had, either.  We enjoyed living modestly in our middle-class rut
(albeit without jobs), but felt oddly uncomfortable spending any of this
new money we had accumulated through the settlement and gains in the stock
market.

	"We still have an enormous tax burden because of what happened last
year," I warned Dave, trying not to spill the beans as to how we got there.
"Let's take a look in the till after we settle up with Uncle Sam."

	"Fair enough," Dave agreed.  "But, meanwhile, I'm gonna let Scott
Erskine know we're in the market, again.  Well, maybe we're in the market,
again," he paused.  "But, we'll talk first about what parameters he'll be
working under."  I nodded absently.  This was moving so fast!

	We watched a comedy (which lightened everyone's mood).  Jerrod
plied us with a small bowl of sorbet, then, put on a porno tape.  It was
interracial, so we watched attentively.  However, we couldn't help but
comment on how ludicrous the plot was.  The lack of dialogue was probably
for the better.  But, the action sure made up for it.  The best part was
that they didn't assume that all black men had monster dicks and all white
men are twinkies who need to get fucked.  Delightfully, they traded back
and forth, pounding any available butt that was offered.  The way they were
going at it, I had to assume they were all bottoms, but knew how to be
tops.  All of them squealed like pigs when getting fucked.

	The four of us squirmed and moved our hands to our crotches to get
more comfortable.  Finally, Jerrod said, "Enough!  I'm gonna bust if I
don't fuck some tight ass!"  He stared directly at me.

	"I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille!"  I raced up the broad
staircase, tossing articles of clothing as I went.  Bouncing on to the
California King bed, I rolled on to my back and pulled my knees into my
chest.  "You gotta eat it before you can fuck it," I smiled.

	Jerrod's huge, 6'8" body loomed over me.  His 12" black dick soared
toward the ceiling.  "I'm driving this train, and I'll decide what
happens," he growled.  He pulled my legs down to the bed and spread them.
Beginning at the tip of my great toe, he nibbled and licked all the way up
to my lips, judiciously avoiding my throbbing, precum-dripping dick and
erect nipples.  He settled lightly on my frame, using his elbows to support
his upper body.  His erect horsedick burrowed between my legs.

	I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing down with my heels
against his round, muscled ass melons.  My butt cheeks opened up and felt
the wet tip of his thick monster pressing hotly against my back door.  He
kissed me tenderly on the lips and forehead.  His hips thrust forward
urgently.  "Forget the rimming," I whispered, "but, not the condom."  He
smiled and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom and lube
quickly.

	"You wanna put it on me while I get you ready to take my big, black
dick?"  He moved up my chest and pushed his hard dick toward my lips.

	"Uh, this won't get a condom on your horsedick, but I don't think I
care," I smiled up at him, sucking the big head between my lips and licking
it clean of precum.  I crushed the spongy head against my soft palate,
tasting more precum dribbles.

	"Oh, Man!  That's so good.  I'll never get this dick up your ass,
if you keep doing that," he cautioned.

	"Or we could put the condom on my dick and you can sit on it while
I suck you off?" I suggested between slurps.

	"We'll get to that soon enough," he smirked.  "I really need to
plow that beautiful ass of yours first.  You looked so great in those pants
tonight, Mike.  I wanted to fuck you right there in the kitchen."

	"I'll have to remember that.  Dave liked them, too."

	"He wanted to fuck you, too?"

	"Yeah, but we saved ourselves for you and Darren."

	"Thanks," he replied, then, kissed me again.  "Now, put it on
before I cum."

	I rolled it on his jerking dick as fast as I could.  His fingers
were already busy greasing up my tight sphincter with two, then, three
fingers.  He pushed my legs into my chest and raised my ass off the bed,
lined up his "weapon of ass destruction" and pressed forward.  My hands
held his flexing butt cheeks as he drilled in.  His lips covered mine as he
held his breath.  I felt his body tense.  "You okay?" I smiled up at him.
His eyes were squeezed shut, almost as if he were in pain.

	"I'm so fuckin' hot for your ass that I almost came," he whispered
through clenched teeth.

	"I'm not doing it.  I haven't squeezed or milked that horse dick
once!"

	Jerrod closed his eyes again and shuddered.  "I'm so fuckin'
CLOSE!"

	"Go for it!  There's lots more where that came from," I encouraged.
He quickly looked at me and smiled.  "Yeah, you know you want to.  Give it
to me!" I urged.  Perhaps, that wasn't such a good idea.  Twelve inches of
thick, black dick reaches VERY deep in my ass.  Dave hits bottom sometimes,
and that hurts like hell!

	Keeping one hand on his ass to pull him deeper, I clasped the other
behind his head and pulled him down for a deep kiss.  He moaned into the
kiss and pumped twice.  His body jerked and stiffened, each climax wave
crashing hard into him, his hips pumping furiously as he filled the condom.

	"Gawd!  You're a hot fuck!" he finally breathed.

	"Yeah, he is," Dave smiled from beside us.  "Best piece of ass I've
ever had (although your boyfriend sure is a close second)," he winked.  His
mighty phallus skewered Darren's ass again (with Darren's hands coaxing
Dave to fuck him faster and deeper).  He was used to that monster meat of
Jerrod's, after all.

	"I'd offer to help ya out, Dave, but Mike has a death-grip on my
dick.  I wouldn't want to disappoint him," he laughed.

	"Mike loves dark meat," Dave allowed.

	"Mike likes big meat," I said, trying to insinuate myself into the
conversation about me.  "And so does Darren."

	"Fuck, YEAH!" Darren crowed.  "Just plug me with a big dick and I'm
happy."

	"You're MUCH higher maintenance than that, my love," Jerrod
smirked, finally extracting his wilting black post from my ass.  Although
he hadn't been in there long, I felt like I'd been ridden hard and put away
wet.  A dick that size isn't easy to take when you aren't used to it.  One
would think that Dave had me all stretched out, but Jerrod seemed to be so
much bigger.

	When Jerrod pealed off the condom, I grabbed for it.  But, he was
too fast for me.  "You'll have to perform a service to get this," he
grinned.  I tried again, but came up empty-handed, again.

	"And what might that service be?" I asked demurely.

	"Oh, let's say a ride on your face while I suck you off.  If you do
a real good job of rimming me, I MIGHT let you fuck me."

	"Might?" Darren laughed.  "The queen of bottoms MIGHT let one of
the hottest men on earth fuck him.  Give me a break!" he guffawed.

	"I'm not THAT easy," Jerrod replied.

	"Yes, you are!" Darren retorted, groaning beneath Dave's muscular
body.  He was being slowly fucked into the mattress beneath us.  Darren was
spread out, face down, raising his ass to every deep thrust from Dave.
"That scimitar dick of yours feels so good in my ass, Man!"

	"Yeah, Mike loves it, too," Dave grinned.  His hips rushed down,
burying his black sword deeply into Darren's raised ass.  "Hits your
prostate real nice, doesn't it?"

	"Fuck, yeah," Darren agreed in a lustful whisper.

	Meanwhile, Jerrod and I had moved into position, his round, high
ass right in my face and his thick lips munching on my pubic hair.  His
ride on my ass had been so brief that I hadn't had time to do more than get
a hard dick.  Now, it was securely lodged in his throat.  Knowing very well
that Jerrod was a bottom, masquerading as a big, buff muscle man, a few
swipes at his asshole had him quivering and pushing back hungrily into my
face.

	"Damn!  You're good at this," Jerrod moaned.

	"I've had some practice on a similarly hot, black ass," I grinned.
"I seem to get the same reaction from him, too.  Need to get fucked, Big
Man?"

	"Gawd!  I thought you'd never ask," he chortled, spinning quickly
and sitting on my dick.  I snared another condom from the nightstand and
handed it to him.  "Oh, yeah.  Thanks," he managed to say sheepishly.  He
loved dick so much he forgot his protection.  "You're so much like Darren:
handsome, a big dick, furry in all the right place, a hot, muscle ass, and
a big dick.  Oh, I said that didn't I!" he giggled, sitting on my newly
bagged dick.

	"Oh, I like that position, Jer," Darren said.  "Dave, let me sit on
your dick, instead.  They quickly changed positions.

	Dave lay next to me, holding my hand.  "Let's cum together, if we
can," he whispered.  I grinned in agreement.

	Unfortunately, Jerrod and Darren didn't hear us (or if they did, we
were ignored).  Darren had pulled Dave to the edge of a climax at least
twice with his talented butt.  With his nuts at a rolling boil, Dave
couldn't have held out against Darren's expertise if he'd wanted to.  He
clenched his eyes shut, trying to think of anything else.  But the tingling
in his big gonads couldn't be denied.

	He grasped my hand hard.  That didn't help either.  With a guttural
roar, he thrust upwards with his hips and came hard.  Darren rocked back
and forth, solidly clasping with his ass muscles on the thick phallus
spewing creamy baby batter into the protective condom.  Each new climax
wave shook Dave's body and rocketed his black monster harder up Darren's
butt.

	Jerrod was enjoying Dave's lack of control and Darren's blissful
countenance.  He leaned into me and kissed me.  I rammed my hips upwards,
penetrating deeply into the big muscle ass wrapped around my throbbing
dick.  The harder he kissed me, the faster I fucked him.  Hearing Dave's
roar of climax goaded me into hyper-drive.  I was right behind him on the
climax curve.

	"Take it!" I bellowed.  My hands grabbed at the big man's ass and
thrust harder and deeper with each new climax wave.  The more viciously I
fucked him, the harder he kissed me.  We seemed to be feeding off each
other's need for hot sex.  His fat, deflated dick smeared drops of
lingering cum on our abs.  But, I was focused on my need to sow man-seed in
his ass.  My hands pushed down on his hips as I shoved mine up.  I couldn't
stop fucking him.  His thirsty ass begged for more, hard dick.

	But, my sensitive, post-climax dickhead couldn't take any more
friction.  I had to stop.  Jerrod broke the kiss and sat low on my torso,
pushing any escaped inches of dick back up his ass.  He didn't milk me
anymore.  Instead, he clamped down and held me tightly with his internal
ass muscles.  Holding me in such a viselike grip restricted the blood flow
so well that my hard dick remained hard far longer than normal.

	"You trying to keep me hard, so I'll fuck you again?" I grinned up
at him.

	"The thought had crossed my mind," he admitted laughing.

	"There's more where that came from, but I don't think you'll get
anything out of me for a while," I warned.  "Besides, I think the condom is
gonna start leaking."

	"Darren's gonna have leakage in his ass, too," Dave cautioned.  He
lifted Darren off his dick and stripped off the filled condom.  I pushed
Jerrod off, too.  My condom was intact as well.  "Condoms are such a
necessary nuisance," Dave sighed.

	"Yeah," agreed Jerrod.  "We are unsafe together, but never with
others.  I sure wish it were otherwise."  We all nodded sadly,
acknowledging the times we live in.

	"You going to the Super Bowl?" Dave asked.  "Or watching it on the
tube like us?"

	"We have tickets for February 3rd.  I think it'll be the Rams and
the Patriots," Jerrod said.

	"Who'll win?" I asked.

	"The Rams are the odds-on favorites, but the Patriots didn't get
this far without having a great team," Jerrod answered.

	"Where is it this year?" I continued.

	"New Orleans."

	"A very friendly place I've been told," Dave smirked.

	"We're only going for the game and flying out that evening.  We
already have our reservations," Darren smiled.  "I don't think it would be
wise to turn this side of hot beef loose in a place like that for more than
a day.  I'd never get him home!"

	"You should come with us," Jerrod brightened.  "It'd be great fun."

	"Can you get tickets and reservations this late?" Dave wondered.

	"If you're willing to pay too much," Darren cautioned.  "A great
idea, but far too late to reasonably implement, Jer."

	"I suppose you're right.  You gotta get these tickets nearly a year
ahead of time or you don't get shit.  The scalpers get too many tickets,"
he bristled.  "The sad part is that the Super Bowl teams may not be teams
you care about.  But, there are always guys who love those teams and will
take the tickets off your hands."

	"Where will it be played next year?" Dave asked.

	"San Diego, I think," Jerrod said.  "It's anyone's guess which
teams it'll be."

	"For me, it'd be a waste of money.  I don't really care that much
about the game, just the hunky players," I chortled.

	"Always looking for his next conquest," Dave laughed.

	"How about a switch of partners and you conquer my ass, Mike?"
Darren smiled innocently.  "You spent some quality time with my boyfriend
last time you spent the night.  Now, it's my turn."

	I glanced over at Dave.  He grinned.  That left him with Jerrod and
I knew how much he enjoyed that big muscleman!  "Sold!" I smiled and
grabbed his hand.  "But, I think we should go to another bedroom where
we'll have fewer interruptions."

	He followed me out into the hallway, then, directed me to the next
bedroom on the left.  "This bedroom is cozy, but not small.  I made sure it
was well stocked with condoms and lube," he confided.  "I'm looking forward
to this.  When I'm with those two, I feel like a fuck machine.  But, with
you or Jerrod alone, I feel like making love."

	"I'm for that.  Something not quite so hurried, or so animalistic."

	"Although, there's a time and place for that as well," he laughed.

	"Yeah, there are times that I just wanna get pounded and pumped
full of sperm; sort of a 'hold no prisoners' kinda sex."

	"Exactly!" he agreed.

	"So, who's gonna do what?"

	"Let's just see what happens," he smiled.  He pulled me into an
embrace, kissing my lips, and eating and slurping his way down my chest.
Not wanting to be a bystander, I turned around in the bed and repeated his
actions.  Soon, we were in synch with each other, sucking dick, licking
butt, working nips with fingertips, humming with full, rolling nuts in our
mouths.

	My dick was hard and dripping precum.  Darren worked a hand up my
stiff dick, milking more precum from the tip.  His tongue lapped at my
clear drops of dick lube as I munched once more on his butthole.  I pulled
his legs up and under my bulging arms, and dove in, again.  My hard dick
pulsed against his lips, then, slid down his throat.  I stopped rimming his
hungry hole long enough to inform him that he was about to get fucked.  His
response was to roll a condom on to my hard phallus.

	I leaned in and kissed him as he grabbed my jerking dick and aimed
it at his back door.  His hands moved to my ass and pulled me into him,
wiggling his butt suggestively as it ate several inches of dickhead and
shaft.  When I was finally buried to the hilt, he broke our kiss and said,
"That's how Jerrod and I do it, too.  I love the taste of my ass and his
precum in our kisses."

	"Yeah, so do I.  Dave's as much of a butt pirate as I am.  It's
always a race to see who gets fucked.  Does Jerrod have that magic, butt
switch that you can turn on?  The one that makes him hungry to get fucked
when you eat his ass?"

	"Just about anything makes him hungry to get fucked," Darren
grinned.  "But, that's one of his favorites.  I'm always amazed that a big
stud like him would be so eager to get fucked; especially, a big stud with
a huge dick."

	"How about you?  You have a magic switch that turns on your 'fuck
me' motor?"

	"Any kind of ass play.  Eat me, finger me, suck on my hole, breathe
hotly on it, they all work!"

	I'd been slowly long-dicking him as we conversed.  He moaned each
time I hit his prostate, pushing and pulling my dick in and out of his
deep, butt channel.  We went back to kissing.  He stroked my round ass,
urging me deeper each time I thrust forward, his heels pressing into the
small of my back.  My fingers played with his erect nipples.  I tried
sucking his dick, but he pushed my head away.  "I need you to cum in my
ass, Man.  I'm saving my load for your ass!"  I smiled down at him.  I
liked that idea!

	An errant (purposeful?) finger slipped up my ass and hit my
prostate.  As close as I was to climaxing, that pushed me instantly over
the edge.  "Oh, SHIT!  FUCK!  I'm gonna CUM!" I growled, pumping furiously
into his upturned butt.  My first hard climax wave shook my entire body.
Darren grabbed my ass and held me deeply inside him, milking my spasming,
spraying dick like a pro.

	"Yeah, fuck me, Mike!  Pump all that jizz deep in my manhole!
Knock me up, Man!"

	The rutting animals in the next bedroom had hit their peaks, too.
Two deep voices bellowed out climax waves.

	"Fuck, yeah!  Hot ass," I managed to finally murmur when I regained
control and pulled out.  Darren unrolled the condom, being careful with the
contents.  He rolled me on to my back, pushing my legs into my chest.  He
ate my ass voraciously, prying my hole open with two fingers.  Darren
poured the contents of my used condom into my gaping hole and shoved his
condomed dick in after it.

	"Best lube anywhere," he grinned down at me.  It was a squishy
sounding fuck, but we loved it.  We were so turned on by the noise and
smell of fresh cum that Darren was in the saddle less than a minute before
climaxing hard.  He has even less control than Dave does.  He collapsed on
top of me, only his hips working to keep his dick pounding hard and deep.
I held on to him, enjoying the swollen, jerking member in my satisfied ass.
It was little wonder that Jerrod loved to get fucked by Darren.  Darren's
one HOT top!

	"Much as I love Jerrod," an exhausted Darren said after rolling off
me, "you're an incredible fuck.  Versatile, hung, gorgeous, and enjoyable.
It's a good thing you're married, already!"

	"Dave and I have said the same thing about both of you.  Jerrod's
truly awesome in bed.  He's so big and muscular, and an unbelievable
bottom," I grinned.  "But, you've sure trained him well.  For a big man,
he's incredibly skilled as a bottom."

	"I had good material to work with."

	"And you!  Well, not to give you too much to feed your ego, but I
think Dave would marry you in a heartbeat, if he didn't think Jerrod would
beat the crap out of him," I laughed.

	"Au contraire, mon ami!" Darren replied.  "I've seen how he looks
at you.  Neither of us stands a chance.  Besides, you'd never let him go."

	"It would be a battle," I agreed with a big grin.

	"Yeah, feather boas at 30 paces!" Darren guffawed.  I laughed with
him.  There was no denying it.  Jerrod and Darren were hot men.  I was glad
that they'd found each other.  I'm not sure what would have happened to
Dave and I as a couple if they had been single when we met them.

	Darren rolled on to his side, spooning his back into my chest.
"Hold me, Mike," he whispered.  "I feel as safe and loved in your arms as I
do in Jerrod's."  I took that as high praise and flopped my left arm over
his chest.  The other arm rested under his head and a pillow.  My dick
snuggled into his butt canyon; my left hand gently caressed his right
nipple.

	We slept.


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