Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2003 10:20:00 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black & White, Chapter 98.

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

		      Chapter 98--Party Preparations

	We showered, again.  I'm sure the straight guys thought we were
clean freaks, but we couldn't have cared less about their opinion on
anything.

	Instead of heading home, we went to the grocery store for a few,
last-minute items for dinner and to restock our champagne "cellar."  I
picked out fresh cilantro and parsley for the salad, while Dave selected
tomatoes and jicama to add color, flavor, and crunch.  Together, we
strolled into the wine department.  Jason was bending over an order sheet,
scribbling notes in one of the columns.  Dave slipped up behind him,
embraced him from the rear, grinding his heavy crotch into Jason's ass.
"Oh, yeah!" Jason moaned leaning back into the hug.  "Gotta be Dave," he
grinned turning his head to confirm his conclusion.  "No one else packs as
much sausage as you do, Man!" he whispered, melting into Dave's arms.

	"What would your husband say?" Dave smiled, kissing him on the
cheek.

	"Next?" Jason laughed.

	"Probably," I agreed.  "Randy isn't shy as I recall."

	Dave released his grip.  "Aw, shucks!  I was hoping for a little
more," he pouted, but smiling.  "But, anymore would scandalize the
customers," he sighed, embracing me and giving me a peck on the cheek.
"So, what can I get for you boys, or is this just a social call?" he
winked, lightly (and surreptitiously) caressing Dave's bulging crotch.

	"Getting low on champagne, again," I said, leaning in to break them
up, and getting my own dick caressed for my trouble.  "You know what winos
we've become," I added dancing away.

	"I think you've always been winos.  I've only cultivated the
obvious," Jason demurred.  "So, what class of bubbly do you need to
refill?"

	"Well, I think we need another case of the mid-range stuff," Dave
said, wandering off in the direction of the champagne shelves.

	"Make that a couple of cases," I corrected.  "We have a couple of
parties coming up."

	"Big one, chilling in the back," whispered Jason out of Dave's
earshot.  I nodded knowingly.

	"I'll pick it up tomorrow afternoon," I whispered back.

	"We have some new vintages coming in, Dave," Jason remarked chasing
after my boyfriend.  "But, some of these, I don't have more than a case.
And for mid-range you mean about $20 a bottle or so?"  Dave nodded
absently, scanning the labels of several domestic champagnes.  "In that
case, how about this one?"  He held up a magnum bottle of Roederer Estate
Brut.  "It has a clean finish, rich and toasty up front, with citrus,
pears, and herbs rounding it out.  And a good buy at $40 for the magnum."
We didn't bite.  "Okay, cheapskates, how about this magnum of Chandon Brut
Classic at $30 a bottle.  It has bright, lemony, crisp finish without being
too acidic, and best of class and two gold medals in bubbly competitions
this year."

	"How much do you have of this?" I asked.

	"Uh, only a case.  So, let's add the Pacific Echo Brut at $15 a
standard bottle.  This one is creamier, a little sweeter for your friends
who prefer that.  And I have three cases of that available," Jason
concluded.

	"We'll take one of each," Dave decided.  "If we like either or
both, we'll let you know, so you can order more for us for next week."

	"Fair enough.  Let me get them from the cooler.  Keep these in the
basement, boys," he tossed over his shoulder.  "They shouldn't be stored at
room temperature."

	"Whatever," Dave muttered.  "We'll be drinking them tomorrow!"

	After writing down the price (less the 10% case discount) on a
sales slip, Jason sent us on our way, with a last minute wink to me.  I
hope he found a good champagne, too, not just a big bottle of it.

	  "Did you call Scott about a new house?" I asked as we drove home.

	"Nothing new," Dave sighed.  "I wonder if we'll ever find what we
want."

	"It's a seller's market, Dave," I cautioned.  "Interest rates are
at or near 30 year lows.  Houses turn over fast, even in our elevated price
range.  And we're particular in what we want."

	"I know, but it doesn't make it any easier to wait."

	The Beemer was already in front of the house when we got home.
Conrad and Max were napping upstairs.  Jet lag isn't pretty, we remembered.
It's a nine-hour time differential between Europe and the West Coast (well,
eight hours from London).  Still, that's a big adjustment for your body to
make in one day.

	We put the champagne in the basement, chilling in an insulated ice
chest.  Although it was Dave's birthday tomorrow, he still wanted to help.
Most of the preparations had to happen tomorrow, so I diverted him to
preparing food for dinner tonight.  I hadn't decided yet how I was going to
get that big bottle of champagne into the house without Dave knowing it.
Just disappearing to the store for a few minutes would raise his
suspicions.

	I decided to ask Conrad and Max, or Jed and Preston pick it up.  On
second thought, getting Gene and Curt to retrieve it and chill it at their
place would be even better!  I made a mental note to involve them in my
nefarious plans this evening at dinner.  And if they couldn't do it, Gary
and Robert would.  But, I'd ask Curt and Gene first, as it was less
distance to carry that monster bottle.

	As Dave worked on a fresh, tossed salad, I moved in behind him,
hugging his hard body.  "You sure make me happy," I whispered.  "You're the
best friend and best fuck I've ever had."

	He wiggled his high, round ass back into my crotch and squeezed his
hard buns.  "This salad ain't gonna fix itself," he whispered back,
clutching at my hard dick more intently with his ass.  My hands slid down
his torso and unbuttoned his walking shorts.  I cupped his expanding dick
with one hand, but slipped the other one inside his underwear.  Stroking
his expanding dick, I worked several drops of precum from the throbbing
head.  Dave moaned with appreciation.  "I'll give you forever to stop
that," he rasped lustily.

	My fingers rose to his lips, offering him a taste of his precum.
He greedily gobbled it up.  Thrusting my hips forward, he could feel my
hardness.  With my right hand (the left one still stroking and milking his
11" throbber), I pushed his pants and underwear to his knees and freed my
own dick.  "Bend over the counter," I directed.  "I gotta eat that ass
before my hard dick can get in there."

	He pushed my hand away from his dick and jacked a couple of times,
then, smeared precum around his butthole.  "As much as you leak, I'm not
worried about it," he smiled over his shoulder.  "But, I'm not one to turn
down a good rimming, either," he chuckled.  As I fell to my knees, Dave
smeared more precum on his pucker.  "But, don't take too long eatin' my
ass," he added.  "I really need to get fucked."

	Between his ardor to get fucked and the throbbing hardness of my
dick, I gave him one of the fastest rim jobs in history.  Standing again, I
pushed my swollen dickhead against his wet hole and entered slowly.  "Damn!
This is so good!" I groaned.

	"You should be on this end of it," Dave agreed.  "You always feel
so good up my ass.  I love being a bottom for you."

	"Don't get used to it," I warned, sinking into his depths.  "I need
your horsedick in my ass more than you think."

	"Sounds like we're a couple of bottoms to me," Dave laughed, then,
moaned again as I withdrew, raking my big dickhead over his prostate
rapidly.  I long-dicked him a few seconds, then, pulled out several inches
until his joy button was hit repeatedly in short jabs.  "Fuck, Mike!  You
trying to make me cum?" Dave wondered, screwing himself back on to my
pounding dick and milking me mercilessly.

	"You're the one that's doing the cum-draining work on my dick," I
countered.  "You got me right on the edge already!"

	"You keep workin' my prostate like that and I'll be creamin' the
salad," he cautioned.

	But, I was already over the edge.  His milking ass channel
relentlessly massaged my dick, coaxing my big nuts to kick a full load up
his eager butt.  "Ah, FUCK!  Cumming!" I croaked.  I wanted to short-dick
Dave's ass and make him cum by pounding on his love nut.  But, my need to
breed took over and I long-dicked him instead, going for maximum pleasure.
I spray and whitewashed his insides with my baby sauce.

	My long strokes hit his prostate less frequently, but they did hit
it.  As my last climax waves shuddered through my body, Dave frantically
stroked his jerking member.  I pulled quickly from his ass and spun him
around.  I batted his hand away and slipped a finger up his clenching
asshole.  My mouth covered the precum-slickened head and lashed it with my
tongue.  Dave's hips rocketed forward and his body jerked in a climax
spasm.  "Oh, SHIT!" he bellowed.

	His monster opened fire, bathing the back of my throat and my
molars in creamy sperm.  My inserted finger up his ass wiggled against his
prostate.  He bucked again and more cum shot into my sucking mouth.  I
swallowed greedily and sucked hard, wanting more of his delicious dick
gravy.  The double stimulation of a finger waving against his joy button
and my warm sucking mouth on his dick emptied Dave's heavy nuts.  But, I
had to swallow twice more to capture it all.

	"Fuckin' HOT!" a voice over my shoulder moaned.  Max and Conrad had
joined us in the kitchen.  Dave's eyes had been screwed shut as he climaxed
and my back had been turned to them, so we didn't even know they were
there.  Conrad was plowing Max's ass hard as Max had lustily commented on
our rutting.

	Startled, I turned, leaving Dave's hard dick oozing its last drops
of cum.  Conrad punched hard into Max and shuddered.  His climax had
overtaken him, too.  Max straightened up and pushed his ass hard into
Conrad's bucking hips.  The airline steward's right hand flew over his
dick, wanting to squirt his load as his partner did.  Knowing Max was
close, I narrowed the distance between us with my mouth open.  Cum dribbled
weakly from his swollen dickhead as my lips closed over the tip.  Conrad
rammed his lover hard, or Max felt my lips on his dick and wanted to bury
his dick deep.  Either way, I got a mouthful of Max's dick and cum.  I
sucked feverishly, cupping his balls and enjoying his dick liquor.

	Dave fell to his knees behind me and rubbed his dripping dick along
my ass trench, enjoying the belated friction that I usually give him as his
last drips of cum leak into my ass or down my throat.  I felt stickiness on
my tailbone and in my ass canyon as Dave humped my ass.  If my butt had
been lubed up, he'd have fucked me for sure.

	Dave aborted my babies again, then, joined me in the shower for
another quick rinse.  Max and Conrad did the same upstairs.  By the time
I'd marinated the chicken and put it in the refrigerator to rest, Jed and
Preston returned from their "meeting" with Donnie and Trevor.  They looked
totally fucked out.  With wan smiles, they carefully sat in the sunroom
with us.  After introductions, we pried out of them what they'd been doing
with Dave's brother and his lover.

	"Fucked to death," Jed smiled contentedly.  "Your brother, Dave,
has amazing stamina.  He fucked all of us, pumping a load up each butt in
less than an hour.  The man's a sperm bank!"

	"And Trevor eagerly took our loads.  I'm still amazed that such a
hot stud would be a bottom for us," Preston threw in.

	"He knows what he likes," Dave grinned.  "Just like we do."

	"Yeah, you should have seen these two in the kitchen half an hour
ago.  They were fuckin' like rabbits!" Conrad exclaimed.  Of course, that
required the retelling of what we'd been caught doing.

	"Wish we'd been here," Preston sighed.  "I'd have been workin' any
exposed dick."

	"Or ass!" cackled his brother.

	"I can tell I already like you two," Conrad pronounced.  "I'm sure
we'll get along just fine upstairs tonight."

	"Mike told us some delightful details about the two of you, too,"
Jed smirked.  "I can't wait to find out how much of it's true."  He paused
for a moment, then, added, "But, not right now.  Donnie pounded my ass more
that I thought was possible."

	"You'll really like what I'm gonna do to you, then," leered Conrad.

	"So we've heard," Preston smiled.  "And if my OLD brother can't
deal with it, I sure can.  Experience does make a difference."

	"Just give me some time to recharge my batteries.  I'll be fine,"
countered Jed.  "Besides, we aren't being very gracious guests, excluding
Mike and Dave like this."

	"Don't worry about us," Dave interjected.  "We're very good at
self-entertaining."

	"I'll just bet you are," quipped Jed.  "How long have you been
together now?"

	"Two years coming up Friday," I answered.

	"I knew your anniversary was soon, but I didn't remember how many
years Preston told me it was," Jed said.

	"And they still fuck like newlyweds," Max attested.

	We blushed.

	"What can we do to help with dinner?" Conrad volunteered.

	"Yeah, what can we run to the store for?" added Preston.

	"Everything's under control," I assured them.  "Just sit and relax.
Dinner will be in a couple of hours.  So, we could start the cocktail hour
now or wait for our other dinner guests."

	"And they are?" Jed pressed.

	"Gene and Kurt..."

	"Oh, yum!" Max and Conrad cried together.

	I smiled knowingly.  "And Gary and Robert.  Both couples are
neighbors.  And as you can tell, Max and Conrad have already met Kurt and
Gene."

	"Have we ever!" Max grinned.

	Conrad and Max regaled the Utah brothers with a salacious tale of
last night's debauchery with our oversexed neighbors.  They were anxious to
meet the described muscle gods.  At the same time, Max wondered about our
other neighbors (Robert and Gary) and how friendly they might be.  "We
wouldn't want to monopolize Kurt and Gene to ourselves, after all," Conrad
smiled.  Dave and I convinced them that either couple would be more than
happy to bed either of our houseguest couples.

	"In fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if Mike and I were left
alone tonight," Dave grinned.

	"Not a chance!" Max spoke up.

	"Nice of you to say so, but our neighbors can be very persuasive,"
I retorted.

	"And you'll be here for another week," Dave added.  "There'll be
plenty of time for other bedroom games."

	By now, it was time to start dinner.  As I prepared the marinated
chicken, Dave created a cheese sauce to go on the fresh broccoli.  Conrad
opened a bottle of wine and poured glasses for everyone.  Having polished
off one bottle, he was preparing to open another when the doorbell rang.

	Robert and Gary had arrived with a magnum of champagne to celebrate
Dave's birthday early.  I directed Preston to where we stored our champagne
bucket and Jed added ice.  Dave and I handed our glasses of wine to Gary
and Robert saying that we'd be busy with dinner preparations and probably
wouldn't get to our wine before everyone else was ready for champagne.
Within another fifteen minutes, their wine glasses were drained and
champagne flutes were lined up on the counter.  "Be sure to add two more,"
I suggested.  "I know our other neighbors will want some bubbly when they
get here."

	As if on cue, Gene and Kurt cruised through the back door, smiling.
And made a beeline to the champagne flutes.  We toasted to everyone's good
health and especially to Dave's impending birthday.

	During dinner, conversations ranged around the table, with five
couples joining in whichever interesting topic was nearby.  But, within a
few minutes, it was obvious that Dave's prediction would come true.  Robert
and Gary invited Max and Conrad down for a nightcap, and Kurt and Gene
wanted to show Preston and Jed their newly remodeled kitchen and other
rooms.  We shooed them out the door and sighed.  If they chose to come back
later, they had keys, so they could let themselves in.

	As we cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen, the phone rang.
Jerrod apologized for the late call and interrupting our time with our
out-of-town guests, but wanted to confirm the times for our party tomorrow
and the anniversary party at the gay strip club downtown.  I assured them
that they weren't interrupting anything as our guests were being well
treated by neighbors.  With Dave on the extension, we explained that our
guests had been spirited away, willingly, of course.

	"Good!" Jerrod laughed.  "We didn't know how we were going to get
you into our bed this week with all the parties and guests you have.  Why
not join us tonight?"

	"Well," I began, "they do have their own keys and could come back
anytime they chose..."

	"Good, it's settled," Jerrod insisted.  "We'll expect you in no
more than 30 minutes."

	I left notes in each of our guest's bedrooms in case they came back
early and wondered what had happened to us.  Hurriedly, we finished
cleaning the kitchen and loading the dishwasher.  Grabbing light jackets,
we headed out the door and would soon be in the arms of our best, newest
fuck buddies.

	With Dave's better sense of direction and memory for places already
visited, he drove us over.  Jerrod and Darren greeted us at the back door
as we pulled into their driveway.  Clearly, they were glad to see us.
Neither had anything on, other than a hard- on!  "We wanted to get an early
start," Jerrod explained, pulling me into his muscular arms; Darren was
even warmer in his greeting to Dave.  He tugged Dave's clothes off before
we got inside the door.

	"Eager, aren't we?" Dave laughed.  Without saying anything, Darren
confirmed Dave's observation.  He had Dave's pants down and was nuzzling
Dave's fully stretched underwear.  In another ten seconds, even that
article of clothing had been pushed below the knees.  Darren was hungry for
dick!  He licked the head of Dave's expanding, black pole, sucking off two
drops of precum.

	That was the end of my knowledge of what was happening between
them.  Jerrod had pulled my pants and shorts down and had me bent over the
kitchen counter, his face deep in my ass.  I heard Dave moan, "Fuck!  Feels
so good to be deep throated."  I swiveled my head and saw Darren munching
on Dave's pubes with the same gusto that his lover was eating my ass and
spreading my butt cheeks with his big hands.

	"I love it when you two bareback," Jerrod whispered huskily.  "Your
ass is so delicious that way."

	"Well, Dave did have his way with me at the gym earlier today," I
acknowledged.

	Darren pulled off Dave's 11" monster long enough to ask if he
should go mining up Dave's ass for my recent load.  Dave only grinned and I
blushed.  "Yeah!  Turn around, Dave, and assume the position!" Darren
insisted.  Dave eagerly complied.  It's no secret how much he loves to have
his butt rimmed.

	Slurping and sucking on Dave's ass, Darren was a sex pig in sex
heaven.  "Damn!" he sighed after a few moments.  "This ass has gotta sit on
my face for a few hours!  Upstairs, big boy!"

	"You realize that if you eat my ass like that, you'll have to fuck
me," Dave grinned over his shoulder as he was pushed up the curving
staircase to the upper floor.  His sex partner only grinned back.

	Jerrod was just as urgent as he pushed me along behind them, but
detoured me into an adjacent bedroom.  "You're getting the same treatment,"
he leered as he closed the door behind us and disrobed quickly.  Jerrod's
need to breed was bluntly obvious.  His monstrous 12" dick pulsed and
dripped as he strode toward me.

	"But, what about this?" I asked coquettishly, grabbing his
horsedick with both hands.

	"You'll get that later.  I need your ass and Dave's load first!"
He flopped onto the bed on his back and pulled my butt into his face.  His
gargantuan fuck post jerked heavily above his navel, dribbling more precum.
I couldn't let that go to waste.  I bend over and licked up the spilled,
clear fluid, then, sought the source.  Sucking hungrily, I squashed his
marshmallow-like, spongy dickhead against the roof of my mouth.  Several
more drops of delicious precum coated my tongue.  However, in that position
my ass was spread and Jerrod took advantage of it, drilling deeply with his
tongue and lapping up more of Dave's creamy load.

	Within another thirty seconds, Jerrod moaned and thrashed,
thrusting his hips upwards.  He flooded my mouth with his dick gravy in
huge spurts and sprays.  I'm a good cocksucker, but I'm not THAT good.  It
was probably a combination of eating my ass and tongue-work on his dick.

	"Been a while since you got off?" I gasped a minute later, having
drained his black lizard down my throat.

	"No, this morning with Darren.  Why?"

	"That was one huge load you shot off," I explained.

	"I had help," he giggled.

	"I'm not that good at suckin' dick," I countered.  "You were hot to
get it on."

	"And I love rimming a hot, hairy asshole like yours," he grinned.
"Getting some of Dave's cum was an added bonus."

	I rolled out of our 69-position and waved my hard dick at him.
"What are we gonna do about this?"

	He smiled broadly and pulled his legs into his broad chest.  "Pump
me full of cum?"

	"Where's the lube?" I wondered aloud.

	"Use your tongue!  You know how much I love it almost dry.  And you
gotta lot of precum dripping, so that'll be even better," he added.

	"Uh, there's only one thing wrong with that brilliant idea," I
groused.  "I'll be wearing a condom and my precum isn't gonna be lubing
your love tunnel."

	"Oh, fuck!  You're such a spoil sport," he sighed.  He handed me a
condom from the nightstand, along with a pump bottle of lube.  "One of
these days, we're gonna fuck bareback and we're both gonna love it," he
predicted.

	"We'll have to discuss it with those other two rutting donkeys in
the next room," I gestured over my left shoulder.  "I think they might
wanna know what you're planning."

	"You mean you'd do it?"

	"If all parties agreed, yeah.  Why not!"

	"Kewl!" he exploded, bouncing out of bed.  "Let's go ask them."

	"Uh, maybe you should take care of this first?" I indicated, waving
my hard dick at him, again.  "There's lots more where this next load is
gonna come from, and I don't think we really wanna interrupt their mating
just, yet."

	"You silver-tongued devil, you!" he laughed and bounded back to
bed, resuming his "helium-heels" position.  My lubed condom slipped easily
up his ass.  He moaned appreciatively.  "Just like Darren's.  He's got such
a sweet dick!"

	"Yeah, but his is curved and hits all those special places better
than my straight one does," I corrected.

	"Maybe, but you got a bigger head on your dick and that makes up
for it.  It hits my joy button real nice," he crooned.  "I know it'll feel
even better when the condom comes off and that big head can hit me even
harder."

	"Gotta convince the other two first," I cautioned.

	"Darren's ready for it.  He's already brought it up.  He loves
Dave's big dick up his butt.  That curve in Dave's dick hits him where mine
doesn't."

	"But, yours is thicker and longer," I pointed out.

	"Well, it does hit some spots that Dave doesn't, but that curve
sure makes Darren hungry to get fucked."

	"I know what he means," I grinned.  "It does feel awfully good in
my ass, too."  Meanwhile, we'd been slowly rutting.  My long-dicking motion
caused several deeply felt groans of pleasure.  And his big hands on my ass
directed me to the spots that he loved to have rubbed and pumped.  He's
what I call an aggressive bottom, showing you how he wants to be fucked.

	"Yeah, Man!  Fuck that ass.  Feels so good to be dicked like this,"
he moaned.

	"You keep milkin' my dick like that and this'll be a very short
ride."

	"There's more where that came from.  Remember?" he smiled up at me.
"Besides, I love how you pound my ass just as you start to cum.  You really
let loose!"

	"I lose control and go with the call of the male need to pump
jizz," I laughed back at him.  "It isn't conscious."

	"You can pump my black ass anytime that dick gets hard.  I only
wish that you and Darren were here all the time," he sighed wistfully.
"Oh, to be fucked by two hot, furry white boys, big dick's pounding my ass
several times a day."

	"Hungry bottom, aren't we?" I grinned.

	"I know what I like," he weakly defended.

	"And I like this horsedick of yours," I added, grabbing his
flaccid, but still lengthy member.  "While Darren fucks your ass, I can sit
on it and get what I need!"

	"Clever idea, boy," Jerrod answered.  "But, Dave's gonna want a
piece of that tail, too."

	"He'll be busy pumping your boyfriends ass," I countered.

	"He wouldn't give up this sweet bootie of yours for anything," he
smiled, patting my round ass.  "He ain't nobody's fool!"

	His hungry ass had been slyly massaging my dick as I'd been
long-dicking him.  Jerrod's big hands continued to direct my thrusts to
where he most wanted them.  His tight, controlling ass tunnel chewed on my
pumping fuck-stick.  A flash signal from my hard dick hit my brain
suddenly.  "Ah, FUCK!" I moaned.  My slow, long strokes became history.  My
hips power-fucked his ass.  I felt my nuts kick hard and my dick jerk.
"FUCK!" I bellowed and slammed hard into him, jamming another thrust as the
second climax wave raced over me.  Jerrod hung on, rotating and grinding
his ass into my pistoning hips, relishing the swollen, sperm-spraying dick
in his ass.

	"Yeah, Man!  Fuck my ass!" he encouraged.  "Breed my black butt!"

	Shuddering to a stop, my climax abated slowly.  Jerrod held me
tightly against his upturned ass.  I collapsed on to his broad chest.  A
warm hand stroked my back as the other one played with my quivering,
occasionally pumping ass.

	"Damn!" I whispered weakly.  "That one sure sneaked up on me."

	"Those are the best kind," he assured me.  "You cum harder when
that happens.  And that sure makes my black ass happy."

	"You're such a pig.  You're as bad as Dave," I grinned, kissing him
fully on his dark lips.  "And a hot fuck, just like him, too."

	"You bring out the best in me," Jerrod chortled.  "Just like Darren
does.  He knows every button to push on me that there is.  He can fuck me
and suck me and get me so close to cumming and then back off, delaying a
monster load until he's ready for it.  But, I love getting even when he's
fuckin' me.  I get his nut whenever I want it."

	"I could tell you've been practicing.  That last load you got out
of me was sure a surprise!  And if I don't pull out right away, the condom
will have sprung a leak."

	"Would that be so bad?" he grinned up at me.

	"I don't think Darren would want you to get pregnant by another
man," I laughed, pulling my wilting, condom-clad dick from his ass with a
wet plop.  "You were right," I added checking the condom.  "Darren did fuck
you this morning.  The condom is streaked with cum."

	Jerrod smiled.  "I never get enough of that boy's baby sauce.  He
loves to cum deep inside me, and you know how hard he shoots.  Takes me a
week to abort all his baby gravy."

	"When have you ever gone a week without his dick pumpin' jizz up
your ass?" I chuckled.  "About as often as Dave and I?  Say, NEVER!"

	"Caught me," he laughed.  "I don't think my ass would ever work
again, if I didn't have his cum lubing my back door channel."

	"Oh, right.  You 'let him' fuck you, because you're afraid your ass
won't work correctly if he stops barebackin' that hot, black ass of yours."

	"It could happen!" he giggled.

	"When pigs fly out your ass!" I countered laughing.

	"Well, cum flies out my ass and you just said that Darren's a pig,
just like me."

	"I said Dave's a pig, just like you."

	"Close enough."

	I stripped off the spent condom and handed it to Jerrod.  I knew
there was no point it tossing it in the trash.  He'd made it clear on any
number of occasions that he wanted to drink it all.  He bit the end off and
sucked the contents into him mouth.

	"Ew!  Doesn't the tip taste like shit?" I grimaced.

	"Tastes like Darren's cum and yours.  Well, a little butthole
scent, but nothing worse than rimming a hot butt," he revealed.

	"Really?"

	"Yeah, wanna try it?" he asked handing me the drained condom.

	"Uh, no thanks.  I'll take your word for it."

	"Pussy!" he murmured.

	"Just not my cup of tea," I defended.

	"Yet, you eat ass?"

	"That's different!"

	"Oh?"

	I nodded defiantly.

	"Explain to me how eating someone else's butthole is different from
suckin' on a condom that's been up my own asshole.  At least, the condom up
my asshole is my shit, if any!"

	"It's just different, okay?  I eat clean holes."

	"Indefensible position," Jerrod smirked.  "And you'll never
convince me that you've never eaten a ripe butthole, not even Dave's?"  He
had me there.  I'd sniffed and licked at Dave's ass in all kinds of
situations.  And it hadn't always been freshly showered.  "Yeah, thought
so," Jerrod added triumphantly.  "Next thing you'll be telling me is that
you've never tasted your own cum when you rimmed Dave.  As often as you two
fuck, that's impossible.  Don't knock it until you've tried it, Mike."

	I was being judgmental about something I knew nothing about.  I
caved.  "You're right, of course.  Some guys cringe at the idea of rimming
asshole, until they tried it.  Then, they're hooked.  Well, most of them
are.  Some don't ever like it, like we do."

	"Butt pigs love ass.  It's all good!" Jerrod allowed.

	"Still, chewing off the end of a condom that's just been up my ass
is not something I'm comfortable with.  Not yet, anyway," I smiled over at
him.  "I think I'll stick to my version of emptying it the old fashioned
way: upending it!"

	We slept soundly until about 4 a.m.  I have no idea why I awakened.
And I was wide-awake.  My hard dick throbbed.  Did I have to piss or was I
horny?  Jerrod lay on his stomach, his head turned away from me.  My hand
touched his right hip and moved up to his round ass.  He didn't stir.  I
rolled toward him, using the other hand to caress his hard butt.  My
fingers dipped into the deep ass trench and found the wet, lubed spot that
surrounded the deep entrance to his love tunnel.  Yeah, I was definitely
horny.  Maybe, I had to piss, too, but my hard dick convinced me that I had
to get off first.

	I moved to straddle his hips and he stirred.  His butt wiggled
invitingly.  I aimed my dick between his muscle mounds and pressed toward
the deep, wet spot.  Meeting a little resistance, I pushed harder.  His
muscled butt relaxed and I slid in.  "Damn!  That feels good," Jerrod
moaned.

	I slowed, but his hungry hole pulled me in.  "I just meant to rub
my dick against your butthole, not shove it in," I apologized, pulling out.

	His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me back in before my dickhead
left the tight entrance to his pleasure tunnel.  "All the way in," he
beckoned.  "I wanna feel that big head inside me."

	I relented.  His ass was so hungry and felt so good.  But, my
passion for his ass couldn't trump my agreement with Dave.  "Sorry, Jerrod,
but I promised Dave that I wouldn't bareback anyone but him."

	"You've never fucked anyone else bareback?"

	I hesitated.  "Well, there was Kurt's 18th birthday when we both
barebacked him, because I'd promised Kurt earlier that I would.  But, Dave
was with me!"

	"You don't need to cum in my ass.  I just wanna feel how good that
big dickhead is in my hungry ass.  You sure gotta big dick, Mike," he
moaned, raising his hips to bury the entire shaft into his welcoming butt.

	Pulling out was a struggle, with his strong arms trying to push me
back in, but I succeeded.  "I promised Dave, Jerrod."

He released his grip.  "I'll respect that," he finally agreed.  "But, you
do feel good in my ass."

	"I'd love to fuck you bareback, Jerrod, but not without Dave's
permission.  I gotta think about it.  After all, he'll be fuckin' Darren
bareback and probably you, too.  That's only fair that he gets to pump you
guys bareback, too.  And it won't be fair to have it one sided, either," I
mused.  "You'll be wanting a shot at our butts bareback, too."  I sighed.
"Dave and I'll have to discuss it."

	"We're already good for it," Jerrod grinned in the dark, playing
with my painfully hard, dripping dick.  "And if you just wanna fuck us
bareback, we're good for that, too.  No reciprocation required."

	"Fuck!  You've got me so turned on," I admitted.  "Hand me a
condom.  I gotta finish what I started."

	Gleefully, he handed me the requested item.  "No lube's necessary,"
he grinned.  "Shove it in and pound my hole, Mike.  Use me!"  Of course, he
got his wish.  Anyone who tells me that I can pound his ass and pump my
load had better be sure that's what he wants.  That's gotta be my favorite
thing to do.  Well, except when I'm with Dave.  Then, I just wanna make
love.

	Considering the hour, we were far too noisy.  Jerrod was face down
on the bed, his ass bouncing up to meet my hard power-fucks into him.  Each
time his hard ass and my hard abs collided, he groaned loudly and urged me
to fuck him harder.  I didn't understand how anyone within a mile of the
place could have slept through our coupling.  As it turned out, Dave and
Darren couldn't.  They joined us.

	"Jerrod's such a bottom," Darren observed dryly.

	"So are you," Dave whispered.  "I'd never get fucked if you were my
boyfriend."

	"Your ass is just as nice as Jerrod's and look at all the times I
fuck him," he countered.  "Besides, could you resist that foot-long hotdog
of his?"

	I turned my head and smiled, but didn't miss a beat.  "You gonna
kibitz or join us?  And happy birthday, Sweetcheeks," I added.  Jerrod's
head spun about, wondering whom I was talking to.  He smiled when he saw
our boyfriends, then, urged me to pump his ass harder.  "Hungry fucker,
isn't he?" I moaned pleasurably.

	"You have no idea!" Darren laughed.  They added their birthday
wishes, too.  "That's why I've been enjoying your boyfriend so much,"
Darren smiled.  "He loves fuckin' my ass over and over again.  I never have
to flip for him like I do Jerrod."

	"Is that such a burden?" Jerrod coughed in rhythm to my hammering
thrusts.

	"No, Dear," Darren said.  "Just observing that Dave's more of a top
than you are.  And I'm not saying that I don't love fuckin' your ass.  As
Mike can obviously attest, you do have a very fuckable ass."

	"What can we do to help?" Dave wondered climbing on to the bed.
"If I'm reading this right, I think Jerrod's dick needs a deep hole to
fuck."

	"Oh, yeah!  Climb beneath me, Dave.  I'd love to fuck you," Jerrod
urged, moving up to an all-fours position.  Dave slipped beneath him (on
his stomach, too), with Darren adding a large condom to Jerrod's dripping
dick and lube to Dave's butt.  "Oh, fuck!  That feels so good to have my
dick eaten by such a hot ass and getting fucked at the same time."

	"One of the benefits of three-ways and four-ways," I observed.

	"Anyone need a butt to eat?" Darren asked.  "I don't think I can
get my dick hard again after all the butt pounding I've been taking from
Dave.  That man can fuck the cum right outta your nuts!"

	I smiled knowingly, and added my voice to a chorus of "Me!  Let me
eat your ass!"

	"Butt pigs!" Darren laughed.  "Everyone will get a turn, then," he
decided.  "Dave gets it first.  After all, he's been pounding my hole into
mush."  He moved on to his back and slipped his butt forward to Dave's
face.  But, Dave was so crushed by the combined weight of Jerrod and me
that he couldn't lift his head enough to do more than sniff Darren's hole."

	"That's not working, Baby," Jerrod said.  "Turn around and let me
suck on that hole for a while.  You know how much I love doing that."
Darren complied, changing positions and pushing his ass back into his
boyfriend's face.  "Oh, yeah!  Sweet ass!"

	I'd resumed pounding the former football player's big muscle ass
while Dave mercilessly sucked, munched, massaged, and milked the big black
stud's monster dick.  Jerrod's muffled, throaty roar punctuated with
vice-like grips on my dick announced his reverberating climax.  Darren
pulled away, recognizing that he'd done his duty there.  He looked over his
shoulder at me and backed up.  "Your turn to eat my ass, Mike."

	I did lick his wet ass as best I could.  But, Jerrod had already
brought me to the brink of my own climax with his hungrily milking
butthole, as he spasmed through his overwhelming jizz explosions.
Teetering on the edge, I thrust my hard dick deeply and held on to Darren's
hard, hairy butt cheeks, spreading them wide with my hands and diving
deeper with each glorious jerk of my spraying dick.

	"Damn!  You eat butt good, Mike!  No small wonder Dave loves you,"
Darren laughed as I bellowed out my climax, a small echo of the roar of
Jerrod's.

	Breathing heavily, I smiled back at him and withdrew my dick before
the condom leaked.  "Sorry that I pushed you so hard, but my dick was
firing and your ass was just what my mouth needed."

	"I enjoyed it!" Darren assured me.

	Jerrod and Dave untangled, Dave doing his best to unwind his
flattened body.  "Next time, I'll try to remember to be on my back.  Being
on the bottom of a fuckin' dog pile is a sure way to become road pizza!"

	We laughed at his description.  "Time for a few more hours of
sleep," I yawned.

	"Can I sleep with my boyfriend for the rest of the night?" Darren
asked.  "Much as I enjoyed Dave's horsedick up my butt, I really miss that
anaconda of Jerrod's."

	We quickly agreed with his request.  I figured that I'd have a
better chance of getting some real sleep with Dave in the bed than I would
with the dick-hungry Jerrod.  Serves me right for thinking when I'm not
used to it.  Dave wanted to talk.

	"Darren says that he and Jerrod have talked about throwing away the
condoms with us.  Did Jerrod talk to you about that, too?" he began.  I
nodded.  "Whatcha think?"

	"It would be so hot, but we're trusting these guys with our lives,
if we do that," I cautioned.

	"We could do half a loaf."

	"Yeah, Jerrod mentioned that, too.  Just barebacking them, but
they'd wear condoms to fuck us," I reviewed.  "Seems one sided, almost
unfair," I added.

	"Yeah, it does," he agreed.  "But, whatcha think?"

	"I feel strongly both ways, Dave," I sighed.  "Barebacking with
them would be so hot and I know they'd love it.  But, it takes away
something unique that only we have."

	"I hadn't thought of it like that," Dave answered thoughtfully.
"We'd still have our lovemaking that we only do with each other.  And we'll
always have each other.  That, no one else has."

	"Okay, so what do YOU think, Dave?"

	"You know what a sex pig I am.  It's hard for me not to just think
of the hot sex we'd have with them.  And the truth be told, they're taking
a much bigger risk than we are.  They aren't fuckin' around with anyone, to
hear them tell it.  And we fuck around with a lot of guys and couples," he
added.

	"True enough.  But, this isn't grading on the curve.  This is our
lives that we're talking about," I reminded him.

	He pondered for a moment.  "Have we ever barebacked with anyone
where we were the bottoms?"

	I reflected for a while.  "Even with Kurt, he wore a condom when
that big dick fucked us on his birthday.  I don't think we ever have,
Dave."

	"This is a big step," Dave concluded.  "I think we should think on
it more and discuss it again later."

	"What should we tell them?  You know they're gonna want to know."

	"That's probably the real reason that we're in bed together, rather
than the way the sleeping and fucking arrangements were set up earlier,"
Dave agreed.

	"Well...?"

	"Tell them that we're thinking about it, but want more time."

	"Of course, we're flattered that they trust us so deeply that they
are willing to bareback with us as tops, too," I added.

	"Yeah, lay that on them, too."

	"What would you like for your birthday?" I pressed, again, changing
the subject.

	"If you answer the same question for you, I'll give you an answer,"
he grinned.

	"You pig!  You've been holding out on me."

	"Maybe," he laughed.

	"I want your big dick in my ass," I finally said.

	"You can have that anytime.  This is for your birthday, Mike," he
punched me on the shoulder.  "Something you wouldn't buy for yourself, but
you've thought about."

	I really didn't have any idea.  We had everything we needed.  We
were rich beyond reason, so the cost was not a factor.  We had each other,
good friends, families that supported us, and our good health.  What else
could I ask for?  "Okay, how about a weekend away, somewhere romantic,
secluded, full of queers?"

	"That's an 'us' gift," he reminded me.  "Just like a trip to Europe
would be.  Unless you planned on going by yourself?"

	"Not a chance!" I laughed.  "It would be totally boring not to have
you with me."

	"Okay, so what do you want for your birthday, Mike?" he pressed
again.

	"Fuck if I know!"

	"See how impossible you are to buy for?"

	"And you're SO much easier," I fumed.

	"Yeah, I'm easy.  Find me one of those wonderful homes from the
plans books!"

	"Oh, sure.  I'll just conjure one up with my magic, fairy wand."

	Dave reached beneath the sheet and stroked my dick.  "This fairy
wand?"

	I laughed in spite of myself.  "No, not that one."

	He moved closer.  "How about this one, then?" he purred, pushing
his expanding dick into my hand.  "You own it, you know."

	"You're so good at changing the subject."

	"You don't like my subject?" he grinned, kissing me on the lips and
neck, then, licked my left nipple.  His dick had hardened to its full
length and girth.  Precum dripped from the head, pooling in my hand.

	"How can you get so hard so fast?"

	"I didn't cum when you and Jerrod did.  I was on the bottom,
remember?"  A hand strayed to my sweaty, hard ass.  "I need to reclaim my
territory," he murmured.

	"Only if you promise to tell me what you'd like for your birthday,"
I bargained.

	"I'll promise anything just to get my dick deep in your ass," he
whispered, kissing me more passionately.  We made love as only we can.  He
was patient, deliberate, and slow.  All the qualities I love about him.
His monster dick lazily slid in and out of my ass, edging deeper as he
pushed my legs harder into my chest and worked my nipples with his fingers.
His mouth sought mine several time, but always broke away when I became too
demanding, too needy for his creamy load.  He played me like a fine, old
violin.

	Finally, we climbed to a shattering crescendo, pumping gallons of
his male seed into my eager, thirsty ass.  As his big horsedick pounded me,
he ravaged my prostate and forced another load of cum from my overheated,
and complaining, nuts.  I didn't think I could cum again, but he showed me
that he knew how to get what we both wanted.

	He flipped my left leg over his head and spooned in behind me, his
slowly wilting dick still buried deeply.  I was sure we were going to leave
a large wet spot where my ass would leak out his load, but he kept close to
me the rest of the night, his big dickhead acting as a butt plug.

	I was awakened at 7:30 wondering why I was finding it hard to
breath.  Dave had rolled me on to my stomach and was lying on my back,
slowly fucking my butt, again.  The harder he fucked me, the more his
earlier load was pulled out of my ass and dribbled over my nuts onto the
sheets.  I didn't care.  I only wanted him to blast another of his big,
creamy loads up my butt.  He did.  "Happy birthday," I dreamily said.

	We showered, but exited only after I'd reversed roles and fucked
his hot, high, round ass full of my baby gravy.  Joining our hosts in the
kitchen, our satisfied smiles betrayed our trysts.  "You got some, too?"
Jerrod smiled.  "So did I."

	"And I," echoed Darren.

	"Nice to get reacquainted, isn't it?" I smiled dreamily.  They
nodded.

	"So, what can we do to help with the party tonight?" Jerrod asked,
spooning out an egg scramble that looked delicious.

	"Just show up on time and try not to fuck all the guests," I
grinned.

	"You are gonna love that big German stud from England," Dave
winked.  "Big, blonde, gorgeous, muscled, hung, and loves big dicks up his
ass."

	"His boyfriend's just as randy," I concurred.

	"And Mike's cousins from Salt Lake are so good looking and so
hungry for dick, especially Jed.  He's new to gay sex.  They fuck each
other like rabbits.  In fact, they're probably back at the house now,
fucking themselves to death.  Unless, they're entertaining our English
guests," Dave smiled.  "Assuming, of course, that our neighbors have
released all of them from their neighborly beds," he added laughing.

	"Possible, but not likely, the way they were hanging all over each
other last night," I sighed.  "Such disgusting pigs!"

	"And we were the pictures of decorum?" Darren laughed.

	"I think we passed the pig test, not the decorum test," Jerrod
concluded.


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