Date: Sat, 6 Sep 1997 23:53:41 -0400 (EDT)
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Remy & Smily: The Big Easy (Television Series)

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Remy & Smily: The Big Easy

By R.A. Swain


Rain beat against the windows of Remy McSwain's apartment. He and his long
time friend, Smily Dupree
were sitting in the livingroom watching a basketball game on television. It
was a typical evening.

"Shoot!" Smily shouted at the screen. He tossed some popcorn at the screen as
the player missed the shot.
"Man, I just don't believe this game."


"Me either," Remy said.  "There's no defense. These guys suck."

A clap of thunder crashed in the distance. "This is some storm," Smily said.
He turned to look out the
windwow just as another clap of thunder sounded. A bright flash of lightening
cracked across the sky and
the lights in Remy's apartment flickered.

"Great," Remy said. Another flash of lightening, and the powere in the New
Orleans area went out.
"Damn!. Right in the middle of the game."

"Yeah," Smily said, fumbling with a pack of matches from his resturant. He
struck one, shedding light on
the room, while Remy moved a hurricane lamp to the coffee table and waited
for Smily to light it. "That's
better.  You got any more lamps?"

"Yup, and some candles," Remy said, moving about in the shadowy light.

"So, now what are we gonna do?" Smily asked as Remy moved about lighting
candles and oil lamps about
the apartment.

"We could play Monopoly," Remy suggested.

"Naw, I hate that. Besides, it's better when you've got a bunch of people."
Smily looked about the
darkness. "You know what this reminds me of?"

"What?" Remy asked reseating himslef opposite his friend on the couch.

"When we was teenagers, playing poker out in that cabin on the bayou," Smily
said, a grin creeping across
his face.

"You mean when we was playing strip poker," Remy corrected. "You, me, and
Corina and Jolene Dubois."

"Yeah, " Smily answered. "But we never did get them to finish a game."

"Hey, you wanna play a game now?" Remy asked.

"Now? I don't know. We don't have any girls here," Smily said.

"What, are you afraid for me to see you naked since we're all grown up now?"
Remy chided.

"You see me? Awful big talk, Mr. Policeman. As I remember, you didn't have
all that much to show back
then," Smily joked. "Has your night stick improved since we was teenagers?"

"Only one way to find out," Remy said, reaching into a draw and producing a
deck of cards.

"You're on, man. It'll be a pleasure beating the pants off you," Smily said.
He grabbed the deck and
shuffled.

The first hand was dealt and Remy watched the sweat forming against his
friend's dark brow. The candle
light glistened against Smily's dark skin.  He tossed aside three cards and
watched Remy's eyes, and he
too, discarded two cards and chose replacements.

"Read 'em and weep," Smily said, laying down three nines.

"Not so fast," Remy said. He revealed three tens.

Smily frowned. "It's only the first hand,"he said. He removed his sneakers.

After two more hands Smily hand removed his socks and shirt. Sitting in the
candle light wearing a t-
shirt, slacks and underwear, he was beginning to question the sanity of a
grown man playing strip poker
with his best friend. On the next hand he discovered it was not all that
insane.

Remy lost the hand and removed his loafers. He'd neglected to wear socks that
day. Now he was wearing a
shirt, t-shirt, jeans and underwear. He dealt the next hand and hoped Smily
was doing worse than him. As
the hand was revealed, his own eight's and aces, two pair, were beaten by
four jacks. He shed his shirt and
watched Smily deal the next hand.

"Man, I remember me being a better poker player," Remy said.

Smily grinned again. "This ain't half bad." he discared one card.

Remy was the one sweating now. The sound of the driving rain was closing in
on him. He picked up two
cards to replace his discard, and revealed nothing. Not one match. Smily
laughed. "Alright," he said,
revealing a straight. "Now I get to see some skin."

Remy felt the sweat on his upper lip. "Don't get too overjoyed." He stood up
and undid his jeans, dropping
them to his ankles. He was wearing plaid slik boxers.

"How far we taking this?" Smily asked, shuffling the deck and dealing the
next hand.

"I'm planning on winning," Remy said.

"Okay," Smily replied. He shifted in his seat as the next hand was played
out. After watching Remy
produce three queens over his two pair, Smily tugged his t-shirt over his
head, revealing a smooth black
chest, finely chiseled from working out at the local gym.

Another hand found Remy removing his t-shirt to reveal a hairy chest.  "You
know, we don't have to keep
playin'," Remy said.

"You're down to your boxers," Smily pointed out. "I want to see if what they
say about you police is true."

"What's that?" Remy asked. "You all have small nightsticks."

"I'll match my night stick against yours any day," Remy said.

"We'll see," Smily replied. The next had did not go his way, and Smily
removed his slacks, revealing a
pair of black silk boxers.  "Well, it looks like we're even."

"Next hand says it all." Remy felt the pressure building in the room, and in
his shorts.

"Winner take all?" Smily asked.

"Just like the old days on the bayou?"

Remy dealt the hand and watched Smily's eyes intently.  He watched and wiated
for Smily to discard. "I'll
play these," Smily said.

Remy frowned and discarded three cards. His replacements weren't any better.
He tossed down his cards
and waited for Smily to reveal his cards. "Two pair, kings and queens," Smily
said.

Remy shrugged. "Well, my friend, it looks like you won."

Smily smiled. "Get 'em off."

Remy stood up and slow stripped down his boxers, revealing a hairy crotch and
a 7" cock sticking straight
up.

"I knew you was horny tonight," Smily said.

"One more hand," Remy begged. "You're shorts for my....Well, services for the
rest of the night."

"You mean, more than just me cornholing you?" Smily asked.

"I mean, everything you want, for the entire night. All night. If you win,"
Remy answered.

"And If I lose?"

Remy smiled. "You shed those boxers and we have a good ole' circle jerk, just
like back in high school."

"And you save that precious ass of your. You're on," Smily agreed.

Remy dealt the cards. Three queens, he was covered. He stared into Smily's
eyes but couldn't read him.
After a dramatic moment, smily lay down four aces. Remy paled as Smily stood
up and dropped his boxers
revealing a flaccid cock that was longer than his erect one.

"Damn, man, how big is that thang?"

"Right now, about 9". Now why don't we go in on your bed and make it reach
its full 14"." Smily took
Remy by the hand and helped him to his feet. The rain beating down against
the windows was turning
them both on, more than they wanted to admit.

Smily lay down on Remy's bed. "Why don't we do something I know you always
wanted to do. Let's get in
a sixty-nine," Smily suggested.

"How did you know I wanted to try that with you?" Remy asked.

"I always wanted to do it with you too, man. Don't you know, you're my best
friend. I may not be attracted
to every man who walks into my bar, but I've always wanted you," Smily
explained.

Remy sat on the edge of the bed as Smily kissed his neck. "Are you gay?" he
asked.

Smily paused. "No. I mean, I don't want any other man besides you. So, I
guess maybe I'm gay just for
you. How about you?"

"I'm not into every guy I see, although there have been a few. You know about
my brothers and what it
was like growing up on the bayou, but none of them excited me the way you
do." He allowed Smily to
resume kissing him, pressing his big black cock against Remy's back, and he
reached around and grasped
the monster.

Remy turned and faced the growing cock for the first time.  He'd seen it back
in high school, but this was
the first time he really looked at it. It was huge, and smooth, and looked
good. He tentatively neared it,
allowing the masculine smell of his friend to filter into his nose, and then
slowly ran his tongue over the
very tip of the cock.

Smily shivered. It was a great feeling. The rush of having his friend lick
his shaft down to his balls sent
shivers of joy down his spine. He fell into a 69 with Remy, grabbing his 7"
cock and devouring it in one
mouthful.  He took it all the way down his throat and then bobbed his head
reversing the moves Remy was
doing to him. He felt Remy's hands exploring his ass, rubbing his willing
hole, and he reciprocated.  This
was not only sex to either man, but an extention of their friendship and
mutual love.  Weather it ever
happened again wouldn't matter, for it was happening now.

Remy broke his attempt to get as much of Smily's cock in his mouth as
possible and came up for air. "I
love you, man. I want to kiss you."

Smily stopped sucking Remy long enough to switch positions. He was facing his
buddy of twenty years,
and looking into his deep blue eyes. "You're supposed to be a ladies man, but
tonight you're mine." He
pressed his lips against Remy's and slipped his tongue into his friend's
mouth.

Remy reciprocated. He licked and kissed the sweet tasting black man, and soon
found himself sucking
Smily's left nipple. Smily's hands were alternately on Remy's nipples and
cock, pinching and stroking.
This was hotter sex than either men had ever experienced with the women in
their lives. This was raw
passion and total love and trust.

Remy again worked Smily's cock, attempting to get all of it in his mouth. He
relaxed his throat muscles
but just couldn't take the whole think. He gave up after a few more sucks.
"Man, if I can't get that down
my throat, I want it all up my ass."

Smily almost choked. "Are you sure? I'm big. I mean, I'm 14" long, and 6"
wide. Man this is super cock
we're talking here. I don't what to hurt you."

"I can take it," Remy said. Afterall, you will reciprocate, won't you?"

Smily looked at Remy's 7" long 3" wide cock. "If you can take all of me, my
ass is yours."

Remy reached into a nightstand draw and produced a jar of smooth lube. "Do it
man, I need that monster
in me. Show me how much you really love me."

Smily lubed his hot long cock and positioned himself behind Remy, who was on
all fours. "Tell me if this
hurts and I'll stop," he said.

"Just do it," Remy said.

Smily rubbed the tip of his huge cock against Remy's waiting butt, and soon,
over Remy's moans, the tip
was inside. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"Just keep going," Remy ordered.

Smily did as he was told, marveling at the tight feeling on his cock as he
inched forward into his best
friend's ass. After what seemed like hours he felt his balls touch against
Remy's. He was all the way into
Remy McSwain's tight ass, and it was the best feeling of his life. "Oh yes,
man! You are tight!"

"Do it," Remy ordered.

Smily began thrusting in and out, slowly at first, and picking up speed as he
went along. Longer strokes,
and faster strokes.  Remy was gritting his teeth and tears were rolling down
his cheeks, but it was the
absolute best feeling he'd ever had.

"Fuck me!. Slam it home!" Remy was shouting. "Do it, man! Fuck my ass!"

Smily was slamming his long cock into Remy and soon felt the build up, until
he could take it no longer.
Thre more thrusts and he pulled his hot cock out of Remy's ass and shot his
load over Remy's back. Spurt
after spurt until  Remy was covered in cum. Smily slumped down across Remy's
back. He leaned in and
kissed Remy's ear. "I love you, man."

Remy relaxed for a moment. Then rolled over. "I want to fuck you. It was a
great feeling. I want you to
know the pleasure you just gave me."

Smily looked up at his friend. "I don't know."

"Come on," Remy said. "You promised."

"Okay," Smily conceded. "Just be gentle."

"After that monster of yours, you think I could cause you any pain?"

"I'm a virgin, back there."

Remy looked at Smily. "Smily Dupree, you lying horndog. I heard all about you
and Rusty T. back in the
bayou."

Smily paled a little. "You knew about that all these years, and we're just
getting together now?"

"I'm a slow mover," Remy said.

"Hey, how'd you find out about Rusty T.?" Smily asked, getting on all fours,
as Remy lubed up his own
stiff cock.

"He told me about it when he was doing me," Remy said with a grin. He rubbed
his cock against Smily's
hole and thrust in, faster than Smily had done to him.

"DAMN!" Smily shouted. "Slow down. There ain't no hurry. Listen to the rain.
We got all night to
explore each other."

"And the rest of our lives," Remy added.

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