Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2006 14:44:53 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 100, Finale

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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 100--The Marriage

	We called a halt to our furniture arranging and box opening for
dinner.  Jerrod and Darren suggested dinner at their house on their deck.
We gratefully accepted.  The contents of our old refrigerator had been
loaded up from the former residence and hastily shoved into the nearly new
Sub-Zero at our new home.  Dave recalled that we had romaine lettuce,
tomatoes, a block of parmesan cheese (which he could grate off enough to
garnish the finished salad), and leeks.  A lemony, low-calorie salad
dressing finished it off.  Darren added a side dish of his famous Basmati
rice with dried cherries.  Jerrod had marinated chicken breasts in lime
juice and spices early in the afternoon, assuming we'd too tired to cook
for ourselves.  He was SO right!  Dessert was a refreshing raspberry
sorbet.

	Returning to the "scene of the crime" by 7:30 p.m., we hung
pictures, filled two china cabinets, made all the beds, and checked the
bedroom night stands for condoms and lube.  I did one last survey of my
orchids in their new home (changing the position of half a dozen of them)
before darkness fell.  We collapsed in the living room, leaving boxes of
tools, garden implements, and two cabinets of canned and dried foods for
tomorrow.

	"I'm beat," Dave whispered, glancing over at my slumped form on the
sofa beside him.  "But," he added more cheerily, "we've accomplished a lot:
only a few odds and ends to finish tomorrow, none of it pressing."

	I looked up at him and smiled.  "And I'm ready for bed," I nodded.
"Tomorrow can wait."

	Dave checked his watch.  "It's only ten, but I'll not contest the
point."  He grabbed me by the hand and hauled me out of my slouched
position and dragged me to the bedroom.  The air conditioning had been
running most of the day, due to the warm July weather; but was now on the
cool down cycle for bedtime.  I'd have to remember to change the settings
to suit our bodies instead of how the old couple had it set.  "I want to
take a shower before I turn in, but I'm not sure if I can stand up that
long," he yawned, slowly pulling off his clothes.  He flopped on to the
bed, face down, his clothes strewn about the floor at the foot of the bed.
His high, tight, sweaty, black ass glowed in the light from bathroom light
fixture.

	Pulling off my shorts, my hardening dick sprang up, already oozing
precum.  I smiled to myself.  I guess I'm not as tired as I thought I was;
at least, part of me isn't.

	I crawled up on to the bed between his spread legs and kissed them,
starting at the back of his knees and working up.  He moaned.  I couldn't
tell if he liked it or not.  But, I took a chance and assumed he loved it
(knowing Dave like I do).  The closer I got to his hard ass, the more
intense his pleasure noises became.

	Finally reaching his butt, I kissed both cheeks, then, licked the
sweat off, savoring the salty, soft skin.  More moaning ensued.
Emboldened, I concentrated on his deep, musky ass trench.  My tongue darted
out, tasting and sampling as I journeyed lower.  His legs spread more as he
raised his ass.  With my hands spreading his butt cheeks, I spied his
winking, dark pucker.  My nose moved deeper as my tongue slathered about
his deep, furred trench, wetting him down from his tailbone to his heavy,
heaving ball sac.  I sniffed lewdly and sighed.

	"I haven't showered since this morning," Dave reminded me.

	"Yeah, perfect!" I crooned.

	He chuckled.  "You're such a pig," he grinned and turned to look
over his shoulder.  My face was buried in his ass, my tongue soaking his
winking star with spit, loving the taste of his ripe, but not too smelly
ass.  The salty, manly smell and taste directly signaled my hard dick.  I
felt it jerk savagely, spraying a sticky, clear string of precum on my abs
when it hit with a loud, wet splat.

	I moved higher, sliding my throbbing member between his spread butt
cheeks, and depositing several drops of lubing precum against his back
door.  "You got me so turned on, I'm about to have a `hair burst'," I
groaned.

	"That'd be a damned shame," he laughed.  "But, no matter how much
you leak, I'm gonna need more lube, I think."

	"I can take care of that!" I offered.  Without waiting for an
answer, I lowered my face to his ass and eagerly ate him out.  My tongue
worked his hole open and licked hungrily inside.  One of his hands pushed
my face harder into him, the other trying to help me hold his ass cheeks
apart.  He knew he didn't dare stroke his 11" monster or it'd be all over.
Again, I stood on my knees behind him and pressed my heavily dripping
dickhead against what I'd just pried open with my tongue.  The head popped
through easily.  I stroked his hips and leaned over his back.  "You're the
hottest fuck on the planet," I whispered huskily.

	"Gawd!  You're big!" he grimaced.  "I'm always surprised at how
much dick you got on that white boy body of yours."  He turned his head and
we kissed passionately.  More inches slid in while our tongues battled.
Breaking the kiss, he pushed back into me.  I chewed gently on his ears,
then, pulled out a few inches until only the head was inside him.  "Damn!
What a dick!" he exclaimed again.

	I moved forward, pushing in more inches than last time, kissing him
again.  When we broke our kiss again, I was completely seated inside him,
my pubes pressed hard against his stretched opening.  "I can taste why you
like eating my ass after a long, hard day like this," he smiled back at me.
"My ass tastes kinda hot on your lips and goatee, Mike."

	I laughed.  "I love the taste of your ass.  It's so masculine and
sweaty and, well, delicious at the end of the day.  It turns me on a lot,
as you can tell."

	"Yeah, that's obvious!" he smiled and squeezed my dick with his ass
muscles.  He closed his eyes and reveled in the pleasure generated by my
thick dickhead as it raced over his prostate as I fucked his hard, black
ass.

	"If I were eating your ass tonight and fuckin' someone else, I'd
have cum already," I moaned.  "Your ass is so hot tasting and smelling!"
My pace had picked up considerably by now.  "Oh, shit!  I'm gonna cum!
DAMN!" I boomed.  My hips slammed hard into him as my dick jerked and
sprayed a huge load up Dave's beautiful, muscular love tunnel.  I felt six
hard climax waves; each one must have juiced his ass so deep that he could
taste my load at the back of his throat.

	"Yeah, fuck me hard, Man!  Give it to me.  Fill my ass," Dave
begged, pushing his hips back into my deep, savage thrusts.  "Yeah, I can
feel you cum inside me!  Knock me up, Babe!"  One hand reached between our
legs and played with my spasming nut sac.  "Breed me, SEED me!" he roared.

	I held his hips tightly against my thick, jizz jetting dick.  His
ass thirstily drank my offered male seed.  But, his butt muscles were far
to hungry for my sensitive, post-coital dick.  I pulled out giggling.
"Damn, Dave!  That tickles!"

	Still stretched open, Dave's well-fucked manhole dribbled cum.
Without thinking, I swooped down and lapped up my jizz, wiggling my tongue
to keep his orifice open and scoop up more of my creamy load.

	"Fuck, Boy!  You full of surprises tonight!" Dave laughed.  "You
like my seeded ass that much?"  All I could do is moan out an affirmative.
He pushes his ass back harder into my face.  "If you like it that much,
take a good taste!" he growled, cramming my face hard into his spread,
muscled ass.  I lapped and sucked on his open hole, licking out more of my
seed.

	But, within a few more moments, he'd turned me around and was
eating my ass, too.  I was on the bottom of a hot, butt-munching 69.
Again, it didn't last long.  He spun me around and slid his monster against
my ass crack, pressing hard as he lubed up my portal with his bubbling
precum.  "You're gonna get the fuck of your young life, Man!" he promised.
I grinned gleefully and pulled his face down to mine with one hand and
urged him forward with my other hand on his ass.  "You need lube?" he
asked.

	"If you can take it with only precum and spit, so can I!" I
asserted.  I should have known better.  His dick is bigger, long and
thicker, and my ass (although it has been fucked more than a few times) was
never as accommodating as his.  But, I was hot for his breeding stick and I
needed it bad!  He pushed forcefully and the big head popped inside me,
sliding in three inches of thick shaft behind it before I could react.

	"Oh, FUCK!  DAMN!  Dave, you so fuckin' BIG!" I tensely groaned.
"So fuckin' big!"  Dave slowed his descent into my nether regions, even
pulling back until only the big head was inside me.

	"Sorry, Baby," he crooned.  "I didn't mean to take you all at once.
I know you're always tight; but, Baby, I do love your white ass for
fuckin'."  I smiled up at him and pulled him into another kiss.  This time,
he slid in more slowly, giving me a chance to loosen up and get used to his
horsedick.

	When I can feel his big dickhead inside me, I know he's close to
cumming and he's hungry to finish the job.  This was certainly one of those
occasions.  "You wanna cum right now, don't ya, Dave?" I smirked, breaking
the kiss.

	"Fuck, ya, Mike!  I'm teetering right on the edge.  You got me so
hot when you took me like you just did with a big dick and a hot load, then
that rim job right after you pulled out.  Man, you had me so hard; I nearly
shot my nut without touching my dick.  But, I knew I had to have your ass.
I had to hold off," he grimaced.  "But, I don't think I can any longer."

	"Go for it, Man!  Seed me!" I urged him.  With my hands free, I
pulled on one of his erect nipples and felt his body stiffen as the jolt of
sexual pleasure raced through his nipple and pulsed hard into his thrusting
dick.  I felt his black stick jerk inside me.  If he wasn't cumming, he
certainly sprayed more precum into me.

	He held rigidly still, hoping to delay his climax.  But, I wanted
his man seed inside me, NOW!  With my free hand, I slid two fingers up his
creamed ass and hit his prostate.  He bellowed like an enraged bull and
slammed forward.  This time, I felt his dick jerk very hard, the dickhead
swelled and cum jetted into me, hard and deep.

	"Fuck! Yeah!  Cum in me!  Knock me up, Dave!  Fuck me GOOD!" I
begged, holding on to his ass and pulling harder on his left nipple.

	"Gawd!  Yes!" he roared and power-fucked my ass with long, deep,
hungry thrusts.  "Fuckin' hot ASS!" he bellowed, seeding me with five
creamy ropes of his baby gravy before he plowed deep and held me tight,
kissing me hard.  His dick was still jerking as more climax waves crashed
over him.

	What a fuckin' rush!

	Both of my hands were on his ass now, my fingers no longer working
his prostate, but they were playing with his hole.  I could feel more
dribbles of my load leaking from his ass.  I licked my fingers off and went
back for more.

	His climax finally waned and he opened his eyes, breaking the
passionate kiss.  "You're still the hottest fuck around.  No one does it
better, top or bottom," he smiled lovingly down at me.

	I pulled my fingers out of his ass again and pulled them up to my
lips.  "Delicious!" I exulted, and then sniffed them, again.

	"Really?" Dave wondered.

	"Try it," I said, offering cum laden fingers to him.

	He sniffed.  "Smells like cum and fuck ass," he said.

	"Duh," I laughed.

	"Is it really okay?"

	"Try it, Dave.  I love it, and you sure don't seem to mind kissing
me after I've rimmed that hot hole of yours.  What's the difference,
besides some cum, which I know you love?"

	Tentatively, he sniffed my fingers again and stuck out his tongue
to sample my briefly ass-fermented cum.  "Yeah, not bad!" he grinned.  "I
like it.  You think your ass will taste this good?" he asked, pulling out
slowly.  With a soft plop, he exited my flooded hole.

	I relaxed as best I could, so my hole wouldn't close up when he
pulled out.  He pushed me legs into my chest and sniffed at my ass.  I
could feel something wet sliding down my ass trench toward my tailbone.  He
licked at it and smacked his lips.  "Yeah, great!" he allowed.  "As good or
better than mine," he chortled.  His lips closed over my open pucker and
lapped inside me, digging and scooping out more of his jizz.

	He flipped over on to his back and beckoned me to sit on his face.
As far as he shot his load up my ass, there was no real way he was going to
mine much cum from my love tunnel.  I turned around and licked at his
cum-dripping dick, enjoying the creaminess of his jizz and the taste of my
ass tunnel.  I loved that taste.  I remembered how much I loved having him
kiss me after he rimmed my ass.  The taste was the same, but more enduring.

	Yeah, I think we've found a new way to complete the sex act between
us.  Dave snorted and sniffed, licking and sucking on my pucker as I
cleaned his deflating dick.  Realizing that there was little more to
extract from my ass, he picked up my dick and tasted it.  "It tastes just
like one of your kisses after you've rimmed me, only the taste of cum is
mixed in with it," he mused.  "This is kinda kinky AND hot!"

	"Gawd!  We're such pigs," I laughed.  "We dare not tell a soul what
we've discovered.  They'll all think we're the biggest perverts on the
planet."

	"I'm not so sure about that," Dave countered.  "I'll bet more than
a few of them munch butt after a good fuck.  Once they've tried it, they'll
love it.  But, getting them to try it would be tough.  And I'm not about to
mention it.  Just thinking about what we're doing is very nasty, but go
with the flow and it's so deliciously decadent and tasty!"

	We finally did shower and crashed into our bed.

       The first night in our new home!  We slept like stones.  I don't
even think I moved once.

	Well, I did move more than once, come to think of it.  Dave had his
face, then his dick in my ass about 5:00 a.m.  The sun was nearly up and so
was his dick, deep in my ass and pumping away.

	I'm so glad I'm his.  He's delightfully oversexed.  I don't know
how I got so lucky to snare such a hot man with such a huge dick and sweet
disposition.

	It doesn't get any better than this.

	Or so I thought.

	With the drudgery of moving into a new home comes the joy of a
housewarming party.  The best part of this party was that we didn't have to
do anything, except show up.  Everyone helped in some manner, including
set-up and clean-up.  We just had to show everyone around, drink and eat
with them, and keep our appointment book close at hand to arrange for later
trysts.  Even my distant cousin from Germany (Günter) came over and spent a
couple of weeks with us including the housewarming.  We traveled with him
and his new boyfriend, fucking, sucking, and rimming our way through the
Willamette Valley to California and back up the coast from San Diego to
Port Townsend before finally returning home.  They spent two more days with
other friends of ours before boarding the plane to return to Germany.

	Fall turned to winter.  Our investments grew, our appointment book
continued to fill up with men seeking our bedroom companionship.  Being the
gracious hosts, we always power-fucked them and took it up the ass as often
as they could stand it.  You'd think we'd be toast after the debauched
weekends that we frequently had with friends, but it only spurred is on to
more hot sex with each other during the week.

	I became more of a glutton for rimming after sex than ever.  Dave
warmed to it as quickly as I did, perhaps more so.

	Suddenly, on March 3rd, the television and newspapers were full of
great news.  Oregon (specifically Multnomah County) was issuing marriage
licenses to same sex couples.  You only had to pay the fee (no residency
requirements, although there was a 3-day waiting period, which they'd
waive).  We talked about it for several days, weighing the pros and cons of
such a move.  It wouldn't change or even validate our love for each other,
and it was only good in Oregon (until the courts said otherwise), but it
would be so good to have recognition of our love for each other.  Even
though we didn't live there, we were tempted to do it anyway.  Other
couples we knew were also looking into it.  Finally, Darren and Jerrod,
Christian and Dex, Bill "Robocop" Dundee and Bob Francis, and Gene and Kurt
decided to go ahead with it.  A friend of Christian's was a judge in
Portland, so we added our names to the list.  The judge was available on
Monday, March 28th at noon.  He'd marry the four couples all at the same
time.

	We drove down in three cars.  We went first to the County Clerk's
office on the east side of the river, paid our fees, and filled out the
marriage licenses.  Good naturedly, we ribbed each other on who was going
to be the groom and who would be the bride for each couple.  Dave and I
crossed out "Bride" and wrote in Groom #2.  The clerk didn't bat an eye.
Instead, she congratulated all of us and wished us good luck in our
marriages.

	With the waivers granted, we dashed back over the river and found a
parking garage within two blocks of the County Courthouse.  After passing
through security, we headed up the stairway to the 4th floor.  The judge's
court clerk greeted us, making sure everyone was present.

	All the grooms wore suits.  When the judge called us into his
chambers, Dave's parents stood and hugged us.  What a surprise to see them.
Donnie must have let them know what was going on, as he and Doug were there
as well.  Even Duane and Carol had flown up from Sacramento, but left the
twins at home.  Also surprising us were Kurt's parents, although Kurt knew
they'd be there.  Coaches Chuck and Randy also showed up, ready to get
married as well and ready to act as witnesses for Gene and Bob, if they
needed someone in that capacity.  I had let my parents know that we were
going to do the deed, but didn't expect them to show up.  However, they'd
already sent a wedding present to the new house.  But, my Talmadge cousins
burst through the double doors just as the judge was entering the chamber.

	"Gotta make an entrance!" Preston laughed.  The judge loved it.  As
a gay man, I'm sure he'd seen much more drama than Preston had created.

	"Would the grooms please approach the bench?" Judge Sydney intoned
officially.  The court clerk handed the judge the paperwork.  The judge
called us forward, one couple at a time, to be sure he got the names
correctly spelled for the certificate we'd get from his chambers as well as
how we wanted the ceremony wording to go.  We crossed out groom and groom
and made it spouse and spouse.  The others copied our idea, although Chuck
and Randy had some additional prose to add.

	The five couples (excluding Chuck and Randy) had identical vows, so
we went first.  Witnesses were called forward to witness the wedding as
well as sign for each of the four couples.  Dave's parents signed for us.
Randy and Chuck signed for Robocop and Bob, Kurt's parents signed for Kurt
and Gene, Donnie and Doug signed for Jerrod and Darren, and Kurt and Gene
signed for Randy and Chuck.  We signed for Christian and Dex.

	The judge read the vows for the five couples, reciting the
traditional "do you" part.  Instead of saying, "I do", I said, "You
betcha."  The judge laughed out loud, joined by nearly everyone else there.
I was so embarrassed I turned bright red.  Dave giggled, but loved it.
Judge Sydney said, "That's the first time I've heard that one.  And it
seems so heartfelt and sincere.  `I do' seems so pale by comparison."  The
grooms all kissed and the "chaperones" applauded and shook hands all
around.

	Then, it was the turn of the coaches.  They had beautiful,
heart-rending words to say to each other.  They talked about how much they
loved each other from the very start while in college.  The years had been
good to them and were even better because they had each other.  This
marriage wouldn't change at all how they loved each other, but it was good
to get some official recognition after these 17 years of living and loving.

	They got kisses and tears from nearly everyone.  Dave's parents
were very moved by their vows.  Dave, Sr. said, "If you love each other
anywhere near as much as Opal and I have, you'll have a wonderful life
together."

	The wedding party of 22 went back across the river to a small, gay,
neighborhood restaurant that had been recommended to us by our friends who
lived here.  They'd been unable to attend our wedding due to a death in the
family.  The champagne flowed and the luncheon was delicious.  The wait
staff was attentive and congratulatory (few patrons were there due to the
hour (nearly 2 p.m.) and the day being Monday).  Dave paid for everything.
We could certainly afford it.

	Doug drove his parents back to Seattle.  We took my Talmadge
cousins back out to the airport to catch their early evening flight back to
Salt Lake City.  But, first we stopped in the rest room at the restaurant
and fucked both of them.  We thought we should give them special presents,
even though they thought they were giving up their butts.  Gene and Kurt
went back with Kurt's parents; the coaches took Dex and Christian home.
Carol and Duane drove back to Seattle with Donnie to stay with Dave,
Sr. and Opal for a few more days.  Robocop and Bob went back with Jerrod
and Darren.

	We arrived home after 8 p.m. having taken extra time with my
cousins as well as fighting the Seattle traffic to get back to the house.
Jerrod and Darren met us as we pulled in the driveway.  "So, newly weds,
how about a hot fuck to celebrate," Jerrod leered, staring directly at me.
My ass twitched at the thought of his 12" dick deep in my ass.

	"Tacky, Jerrod, tacky!" said Darren.  "Newly weds get a wedding
night of non-stop fucking and sucking and other fun things.  They don't
need another newly wed couple to horn in on that."

	"Oh!" replied an embarrassed Jerrod.  "How thoughtless of me for
their sake as well as ours.  They're just so damned cute and fuckable!"

	"I'll give you cute and fuckable, Darlin'," Darren promised.  "I'll
pound that high and tight ass of yours into mulch!"

	"Can we watch?" smirked Dave.

	"Back off, Sweetcheeks," I retorted.  "You're all mine for the
evening."

	"Perhaps, a rain check, then?" Dave countered.

	"Only if you promise to rain all over my ass walls with your creamy
load, Dave," Darren leered.

	"Uh, we'll have to discuss that possibility later," Dave hesitated.
"We haven't come to any conclusions yet."

	"Remember," Jerrod added, "we're more than willing to take you
bareback, even if we don't pump you the same way."

	"We remember," I said.

	"Let's give them the evening to themselves," Darren said.  "There's
plenty of time later to bed our new neighbors, again."

	With a promise to join them for a late breakfast tomorrow, we
parted.

	Dave carried me over the front door threshold.  I kissed him
tenderly as he set me down inside.  I turned him around and pushed him out
the door, following.  "My turn," I smiled.  I picked him up, one hand on
his hard ass and a finger stroking his deep butt cleft, and walked across
the threshold with him kissing me passionately.  When I put him down, I
said, "Hi, Sailor.  New in town?"

	He giggled and leered, "Just off a sea cruise of six months.  How'd
you know?"

	"You have that lean and hungry look," I purred.  "Wanna buy a guy a
drink?"

	"Sure!" he responded, kissing me again.  "What would you suggest?"

	I ran my hands up his broad chest, enjoying the hard muscles of his
pecs.  He smiled.  Encourage, I pushed my hands higher, pushing his suit
jacket off his shoulder and down his arms.  With one hand, I draped his
jacket over a dining room chair.  "Considering the special occasion, I
think you should break open the 175-year old bottle of Grand Marnier," I
suggested (my hands on his hard, high ass).

	He kissed me again.  "You trying to get me drunk, Sir?" he grinned,
turning about and bending over to retrieve the old bottle.

       I quickly moved in behind him and pressed my suit slacks hard (and
thick hard dick) against his ass.  "I believe that's the least of your
worries, young man," I whispered.  He wiggled his butt back against me,
retrieved the bottle and stood up.  My arms reached around him and pulled
him in closer.  "I'm gonna make love to you all night long," I promised in
my most sultry voice.

	"Do you think me that easy?" he intoned, turning slowly in my arms
and kissing me again.

	"Oh, indeed, Sir.  I do!"

	"You know me so well," he agreed.  Dave poured two small aperitif
glasses of the orange liqueur.  We sampled them, pronouncing the fiery
liquid smooth and delicious.  I put my glass down again and removed his tie
and loosened his belt.  "You think we should do this here in front of the
window?" he asked with a smirk.

	"The sheers will cover most of what we do and there are no lights
on in here," I observed.  "Of course, our nosy neighbors might enjoy it,
too," I added, dropping his trousers to his feet.  He kicked off his shoes
and stood before me with his shirt unbuttoned and his shorts obscenely
tented and wet with precum.

	Repeating my journey up his chest, I pushed his shirt off his
shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind him.  I kissed him again as
my hands caressed his hard, high, round ass.  My thumbs hooked the waist
band of his shorts and pushed them down his muscled legs.  As I bent to
push them lower, his hard 11" obsidian tool soared upwards, slapping wetly
on his abs.  Freed from its cloth prison, it throbbed hotly against my left
cheek and drooled more dick dew.

	I turned my head and licked the moist head, then sucked it deeply
into my throat.  Dave groaned with pleasure, running his big hands through
my hair.  "Someone's gonna get pregnant if you keep that up," he groaned.

	"Hopefully, both of us," I corrected, pulling away from his ass
assault weapon and turning him around.  "Bend over so I can inspect the
battle field."

	"Ain't gonna be no battle, Babe!" he pointed out, but bent over
touching his toes and spreading his long legs.  "Oh, yeah!" he breathed as
he felt my long, wet tongue spear and enter his love tunnel.  "I surrender,
Man! Take me, EAT me!"

	I sucked, licked, rimmed, and tongue-fucked his brown pucker for
another five minutes before I stood up behind him and pushed my overheated
and dripping 9" dick against his back door.  My hairy chest pressed against
his back and my hands worked his hard chest and slowly stroked his very
hard dick.  "Damn!  You're hot!" I exclaimed.

	"You gonna make me spray a load if you don't stop playing with my
dick, Man," Dave warned.  I returned my right hand to his right nipple,
giving him dueling twists and tweaks on both nipples with both hands.  With
my dick totally buried in his ass, I began to slowly make love to him as we
stood in the dining room.  He alternated between standing up and bending
over, trying to delay his climax.  Trying anything he could think of to
retard the inevitable, he squeezed the bloated head of his fat dick with is
right hand.  That did slow him down, but it coated his fingers with precum.

	With a grin, he reached behind us and slid is precum-coated finger
up my ass. Again and again, he pushed precum inside me.  "I'll blow if you
don't stop hitting my button," I cautioned.

	"What's the problem with that?" he giggled.  "I want that big,
creamy, husband load up my ass, Mike."

	"I was hoping to delay it more than this," I replied.

	"We got all night," he reminded me.  "And you gonna fuck me until
morning, load after load, Baby."

	Two fingers slid up my ass, dripping with his precum.  One of them
hit my prostate and rubbed it hard.

	It was all over.

	There was nothing I could do.  The only question to be answered was
how deep I was going to pump my load up his hungry, grasping ass.  When I
got this turned on, my automatic systems kicked in and I pumped hard, deep,
and held on.

	Dave held on to my ass and pushed the two fingers in and out
rapidly.  My knees nearly buckled as the first climax wave rode over me and
forced cum to spray in a thick rope more than a foot up his ass.  If his
butt hadn't been drinking it, I'm sure I'd have shot over my head.  A
second wave crashed through my body, weakening my ability to remain
standing.  I held on to his chest as he bent forward, supporting my upper
body as my hips thrust savagely and deeply.

	I couldn't speak; I couldn't even utter a sound.  All semblance of
control was ripped from me as my hard dick swelled, jerked, spasmed, and
ejected more creamy sperm into my new husband.  After four thrashes, I
finally could groan out the pleasure his ass tunnel was giving me.  "Ah,
DAMN!  FUCK, Dave!  I haven't blasted this hard in ages."  His deep tunnel
sucked and chewed on my dick.

	But, as my climax waned, his attempts to extract every drop of cum
from my dick only set my sensitivity button higher.  I couldn't take it any
longer and pulled out giggling.  "FUCK!" I laughed as I pulled away from
his hungry hole.

	Dave stood up, turned me around, bent me forward, and aimed his
monster at my ass pucker.  Several fingers full of precum (plus a couple of
fingers) had lubed and opened me up.  With a gentle shove, he was inside me
more than half way.  "Yeah, sweetest, hottest hole in the world," he moaned
with pleasure.

	Returning the favor, my fingers found his wet, cum-soaked asshole
and pushed inside.  His ass tunnel was gooey with my sperm and I loved it.
He slammed forward, burying his 11" all the way inside.  I felt his dick
jerk at the same time I felt his wiry pubes grind against my stretched
sphincter.  With the desire to get even, I pushed two fingers up his ass
and felt his hard prostate. Rubbing hard against it, I knew I was gonna get
seeded, and VERY soon.

	He bellowed like a bull and shoved even harder into me, nearly
biting off my fingers with his ass.  "Fuckin Turkey!" he laughed.  I knew
what he meant.  He wanted to fuck me a while, but hitting his prostate with
my fingers, he couldn't stop his climax.  "I'm gonna breed you so deep and
hard," he moaned, "so fuckin' HARD!"  With the last, shouted word, I felt
his big 11" ram, jerk, and swell.  A warm spray of cream jetting up my ass
as Dave pumped hard.  Another jet pulled my ass hard into his pistoning
hips.  Another hot jet of sperm coursed up my love tunnel.  I felt two more
sprays, then, a widening, deepening pool of his baby juice warming more
inches of ass wall as his climax slowed.

	I stood up and leaned back into him.  His mouth sought mine as we
kiss and his hips continued a lazy, but delightful fuck.  I relaxed my ass,
so he wouldn't get sensitive dick like I had and pull out.  "You can leave
it in all night, Husband!" I crooned.

	"Much as I'd like to, your dick is gonna go back up my ass real
soon, Husband," he replied dreamily.  "I wish we could figure out a way to
fuck each other at the same time.  I really love your dick inside me and my
dick inside you."

	We went upstairs to bed, even though it was still early and fucked
four more times before falling asleep.  I coaxed him into sitting on my
goateed face after the fourth load up my ass.  I lapped, licked, and sucked
on his asshole, enjoying the taste of his fucked ass, but mostly the taste
of my cream.  Four loads in any ass will be a lot of sperm for any hungry
mouth.  While I munched on his ass, Dave licked at my dickhead, enjoying
the taste of his ass and several heavy drops of leaking cum.  A good rim
always gets us hot to fuck again, so we coupled once more, pounding hard
and spraying one final load.

	Finally, we showered about 3 a.m. and tumbled into bed.

	"I love you, Mike," he smiled in the darkness.  "You're the best
thing that ever happened to me.  I didn't think it was possible to be any
happier than we were, but now that we're married, it just got better."

	"And I love you, Dave, even though Washington doesn't recognize our
marriage, I'm not going to move to Oregon just to make it more legal," I
said.  "And if the courts should overturn what Multnomah County has done,
we're still married in my eyes."

	And the Supreme Court of Oregon did overturn what the county had
done a year later.  The State had already stopped the county from issuing
licenses a few days after our marriages, but 3000 happy people were married
by then.

       But, Dave and I are still married, no matter what the rest of the
world thinks.

       			The End!

       I hope you've enjoyed the series.  I've very much enjoyed writing
it.  Most of this has been autobiographical.  Dave and I are still
together.  We still love each other very much.  Our circle of friends
expands and contracts, and we still enjoy hot, piggy sex with most of them.

	So, did we finally agree to go bareback with Darren and Jarrod?
No, we didn't.  We decided that we wanted that part of sex to be special,
just for us.  That would be something we would share only with each other.
They understood our reasons, but that hasn't stopped us from fucking our
brains out at least once a week with them.

	Final comments to gymhunk@msn.com.