Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2001 18:56:05 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 16

			All disclaimers!


			BLACK AND WHITE


                   Chapter 16--The Search Plan

     "Damn!  What a fuck!" Tony breathed heavily.  "Both of you
guys are the best ever."

     "Thanks for the nice words, but you don't know that yet.  We
are your first ones, after all," Dave reminded him.

     "I still don't think it will ever get any better.  You're both
fantastic!"

     "Thanks again," Dave acknowledged and then paused, thinking.
"By the way, have you ever thought about trying to contact John?"

     "Odd you should ask.  I was just thinking about him, wondering
what he would think about me taking two big ones up the asshole!"
Tony laughed.

     "But, have you tried to contact him yet?" I asked.

     "They frown on ex-cons fraternizing.  And while I'm still on
probation, it could get me into trouble.  I'd sure like to see him
again, though.  I mean, it would be good to see how he's been doing
on the outside," Tony said, quickly correcting his wistfulness.

     "Any idea where he's from or might be now?" Dave pressed.

     "He said he was from here and was going back to start his life
over again," Tony said thoughtfully.  "Knowing him, he'll be
cruising the johns and bookstores looking for new meat to suck or
sit on."

     "You could try one or more of the bars downtown.  Especially
with your incredible body, you could get anyone you wanted and
could ask the bartenders while you cruised if they knew John.  You
do know his last name, don't you?" Dave continued.

     "Sure.  It's Gabriel."

     "You gotta be shittin' me!  John Gabriel?  I know him!  I used
to fuck his tight ass a couple years ago.  What a small world.  I'd
wondered what'd happened to him," I admitted.

     "No shit!?" Tony said excitedly.  "You really know him?"

     "Yeah, but that doesn't locate him," I reminded him, taking
the wind out of his horny sails.

     "Fuck!  You're right," Tony said dejectedly.

     "But, I know where he used to like to hang out at the bars.
Wanna try for him tonight?  You sure have the 'come fuck me drag'
on!" I smiled and winked.

     "Would you guys come with me?  I've never been in a queer bar
before."

     "Sure, Tony.  We'd be glad to help you find him," Dave agreed.
"It'll be an hour before the bars get busy (Mike tells me), so we
have time to clean up and rest before going out."

     Tony leaped from the bed and ran into the bathroom.  He turned
on the shower as Dave and I talked.

     "He's got it bad," I observed.  "Almost as bad as I had and
have it for you.  I think he loves the guy and doesn't know it
yet."

     "I think you're right.  But I give him more credit.  I think
he knows he has deep feelings for the guy, but would be the first
to disagree about the love part of it.  He'd just say he was
curious about how John is doing," Dave cautioned.

     "Bullshit!  It's love.  You and I both know the signs," I
smiled and paused.  "However, the way he denied he was a cocksucker
would indicate you're right.  He'd deny he loved the guy, too.
Probably too queer for him right now.  He'll get over it."

     "Not everyone in the world who samples tight asses becomes a
card carrying queer like me, Mike," Dave tried to point out.
"Maybe John doesn't want to be tied down by this guy Tony."

     "Bullshit, again.  I know John.  He's a sucker for big dicks
and likes 'em white or black, too.  He's almost as hot for 'em as
Coach Randy.  If John will get off his knees long enough to know
what a catch Tony is, they could make a go of it.  But that's one
of the things that kept John and I from making any kind of
relationship work for us.  He was always wanting to trick around,"
I said with exasperation.

     "He was looking for his fantasy." Dave tried to sound
reassuring and keep Tony's hopes alive.  "And Tony is certainly one
of those.  It could work."

     "Yeah, it could.  But nothing will happen if we don't get our
butts in the shower and get Tony downtown," I said getting off the
bed and offering my hand to lift Dave off, too.  He grasped my hand
and pulled himself up against me.  He kissed me softly on the lips
and ran a big hand over my muscular ass while the other hand brushed
through my chest hair.  His finger dipped into my crack and ran along
my puckered asshole.

     "Ummm," I moaned.  "You know how to turn me on, don't you,
Stud?"

     "Just checking for responses.  After a great ride and a
gorgeous body like Tony's, I always feel like I have to reassert my
'property rights' again," Dave sighed in his best attorney tone.

     "You'll have to tempt me with more than just another man with
a great body to get me out of your hair, Sugar," I purred.  "I love
you too much.  But, I'm glad you think I could stray.  Makes it
more mysterious and challenging.  That way, you won't take me for
granted."

     "Not a fucking chance.  You're too wonderful to even consider
it.  I love you very much, Mike."

     "God!  What a sight!" Tony exclaimed from the bathroom
doorway.  "Two hot studs in an embrace.  You guys have something
special going on here, don't you?"

     "We love each other, Tony," Dave explained.  "I don't expect
you to understand what that means between two men, but it's a fact,
nonetheless."

     "Uh-huh.  Maybe I understand more than you think," Tony smiled
slyly.

     Dave and I showered and put on our best bar clothes.  We both
loved to show off and entice other men.  In spite of just being
finished with a great fuck session with Tony, we could be persuaded
to bed down with another hunky man this evening.  Because Tony
didn't have a car yet, we all drove down in Dave's.


                        The Confrontation

     The ride down was uneventful.  But parking was a bitch.
Friday nights downtown were always busy.  It's nearly impossible to
find a parking space after 11 p.m., and it was now almost 11:30.
Tony finally spotted a car that was just leaving.  It was about
three blocks to the nearest gay bar that I wanted to try.  Not too
bad for a Friday.

     A quartet of young toughs approached us, but veered quickly
away when they finally saw that they would be tangling with three
beefy men, two of which looked like they could easily kick the shit
out of all four of them single-handed.  I made a mental note to
tell the bartenders that they should warn their customers to leave
in groups and escort each other to their cars for the next couple
of hours.

     I didn't have to wait long.  A couple of obviously gay men
walked past us toward the four hoods.  They eyed us appreciatively
and giggled to themselves.

     "There's going to be trouble," Tony whispered.  "I think those
punks need to be taught a lesson."  He whirled around and walked in
the direction the two gay men had taken.  As they passed the corner
of a building, the four toughs descended on them.  With shrieks of
surprise and thuds of fists landing, the gay men hit the pavement.

     "Fuckers!" shouted Tony.  "Your asses are mine!"

     Before the thugs could land another blow, Tony had decked two
of them.  The other two squared off against him.  One produced a
knife!  Dave and I ran to assist, but arrived too late to help.

     "You're holding the knife wrong," Tony said.  He hadn't told
us of his commando training, but Tony knew what the kid was doing
wrong and how to get under any knife thrusts.  The kid looked
perplexed, then smiled.  He thrust viciously at Tony, but the blow
was deflected upwards with one arm and Tony landed a blow to the
thug's chest.  We clearly heard the cracking of ribs.  If he'd
wanted to, Tony could have easily struck him harder and shattered
the ribs into the lungs and punctured the heart with one of the
shards.

     The fourth guy jumped Tony from behind, but was shaken off
like water off a duck.  Before Tony could get to him, Dave and I
pounced, knocking the guy to the ground.

     "Move from that position and I'll break off your fucking arm
and beat the shit out of you with the bloody stump, asshole," Dave
roared.  The kid was terrified.

     "Fuck, Oh, Dear!" I thought.  I'd never seen this side of Dave
before and I hoped never to see it again directed at anyone,
especially me.  This was not a man to be trifled with.

     The other two thugs were stirring.  "If you know what's good
for you, you'll lie still," Tony said in a commanding voice.  "Your
friend got me pissed off enough to kill all you fuckers!  Don't push
your luck!"

     They looked around in horror at the three men they had avoided
earlier and then to their intended victims.  I saw that the victims
were not injured, except for the trauma of being accosted.  There
was still the danger of shock, so I told both of them to sit on the
curb for a few minutes and let their nerves cool.  Their color was
still good as I saw their anger rising.

     "God damned shitheads!  Who the fuck do they think they are?
We didn't do a thing to them!" one of them shouted at no one in
particular.

     "Just fag bashers out for a night of prowling," I answered.
"If you feel up to it, would one of you call the police.
Hopefully, you'll want to press charges?"

     "Fuck, yes!  I'll do it now," the other man said.  He jumped
up and ran to the nearest phone booth about a block away.  I could
see that he was talking very agitatedly into the phone.  He
evidently got his message across, because before he could walk the
block back to us, we could hear sirens approaching.  Two police
cars arrived from opposite directions.

     "I understand you had a little trouble here, tonight, fellas,"
a tall officer said.  What a stud, I thought.  I'll bet he'd be fun
in bed.

     "I'm not sure who had the trouble," Dave said with self-assurance.
"These young men had the bad timing to jump these two guys with the
obvious intent of beating them senseless.  Our friend Tony seems to
have righted the situation."

     "That one there on the ground will probably need
hospitalization," Tony volunteered.  "I had to use force to get him
to drop his knife.  That knife," he added pointing to a wicked
looking blade on the sidewalk.

     Another officer walked over and picked it up with a
handkerchief.  "Evidence," he said.

     "We'll have to have statements from all of you.  You can come
down to the station now and save us all a lot of hassle.  These
'boys' have been in trouble before.  I recognize that one's face
and this one's tattoo.  Part of a neo-Nazi group.  Scum of the
earth," a third officer pointed out.  "Say, don't I know you?" he
added pointing toward Tony.  "Special Forces?"

     "I was in Special Forces, uh," Tony said looking at the badge,
"Officer Brandon.  Were you in, too?"

     "Yep.  What's your name, Sir?" he asked Tony.

     "Anthony Blodgett."

     "Yeah," the officer said thoughtfully.  "You're the guy all of
our instructors pointed to and told us that we should all be like
you.  Hey, Al," he gestured to the tall officer.  "This guy was so
good he even beat the instructors at their own game!"

     "No, shit!"

     "Happy to make your acquaintance, Mr. Blodgett," said the
first officer as he extended his hand.  The other officers shook
his hand, too, as did the men whom he'd saved from a savage
beating.

     "Thanks, Mr. Blodgett," they said in awe.  "You've saved our
asses for us.  We owe you a lot."

     "Please, call me Tony."

     Tony pulled one of the officer aside who'd been in Special
Forces and talked to him in low whispers.  The officer was at first
puzzled, then surprised, and finally smiled in understanding.  "No
problem, Tony.  I understand completely.  I'll take care of
everything.  Gentlemen, if you don't mind, we'll take your
statements here and finish the paperwork later.  If we need you
again, we'll call you."

     The ambulance arrived.  "Shit!" exploded one of the
paramedics.  "What happened to him?"

     "He pulled a knife on someone who didn't like knives.  Special
Forces training took over.  The kid is lucky to still be alive.  He
could've easily killed him with that blow to the chest.  He won't
be on the streets again for a while," the officer smiled.

     "Better scoop him up and transport right away.  Anyone else
need medical attention?" asked the awed paramedic.

     "I think you should have a quick look at the intended
victims," I said.

     The paramedics loaded the injured thug into the ambulance.
One of them stayed behind to render assistance to the intended
victims, knowing he could get a ride back to the fire station with
one of the policemen.

     "Just bruised egos.  One of them is a little shocky from all
the excitement probably.  I'll stay with him for a while.  You
officers in a hurry?" asked the remaining paramedic.

     "We'll be taking statements.  Probably half an hour."

     "He should be better by then.  If not, I'll call an ambulance
back and we'll transport."

     The officers took all our statements after locking the
remaining hoods in the back seats of the two patrol cars.  One of
the officers gave Dave and I an interested look when we both
mentioned that we lived at the same address.  It was the first
officer to arrive on the scene (the tall one), Officer Dundee.
This part of town had quite a few gay bars in it.  It wasn't hard
to figure out that we were gay.  The two intended victims would
have given it away, anyway.

     Dave asked Tony after he'd given his statement what the
whispered conversation with the Special Forces trained officer was
all about.

     "I thought it wise to tell them I was an ex-con.  You never
know how the booking officer will react to news like that.  But I
thought I had an even chance with this Special Forces guy.  I was
right.  I told him what the offense was and he told me that I was
in no trouble as a result of rescuing a couple of gay men and using
extreme force to protect them.  He'd have to check my record to be
sure, but he didn't see any complications.  You may have noticed
that he was on the police radio for a while.  He did more than
check on the priors of our suspects, here," Tony laughed.

     After all the turmoil, it was almost 12:30.  Tony's
benefactors thanked him again and gave him their address and phone
number.  Lovers.  Tony didn't have a number yet, but promised to
call them.  They wanted to at least invite him over for dinner and
thank him more personally, rather than on the street in the middle
of the night.  They thanked us, too, and got our phone number as
well, promising to call later and set up something.


                           Old Friends

     We left the crime scene and went to the first gay bar that I
thought John might be in.  I asked the bartender if he'd seen John,
but he didn't know him.  Tony was nearly raped before he got out of
there.  He was gorgeous and built like a brick.  Any gay man in
there would have sold his mother for a night in the sack with Tony.

     The second and third bars had the same result.  In the fourth
bar, the black bartender knew John and even mentioned what a great
fuck he was, but hadn't seen him recently.  Tony was feeling
overwhelmed.  It looked hopeless.

     "Look, Tony," I tried to sound hopeful.  "There's another bar
just down the street that caters more to the black clientele and
the men who like them.  This is probably our best candidate now
that I think about it.  Let's look there."

     Tony brightened and I led the way.  As we entered the bar, I
noticed Jim, the college student.

     "Hi, Mike.  Dave.  Whose the gorgeous hunk?" Jim asked.

     "A friend of ours whose looking for someone," Dave said.

     "Wish it were me," Jim sighed.

     "You've already got someone, or don't you?" I asked.

     "Yeah, he's here now.  But it doesn't hurt to keep shopping
around for a nice three-way!  There he is, over by the bar."

     I moved over toward the bar and spotted Roger, Dave's cousin
and Jim's lover of a few weeks.  I spoke to him briefly and
mentioned that Dave was with me.  He went over to talk to his
cousin while I interviewed the bartender: a gorgeous, tall, well-
hung black man that I'd fucked with some time ago.  We both wanted
to be tops, and about all we had in common was our desire to fuck
tight butts.

     "Hi, George," I said striking up a conversation.  "How's that
big dick of yours?  Found any white boys to take you on?"  George
had a fascination with white men.  That was one of the reasons that
we had been attracted to each other.

     "Mike!  Long time, no see!  How the hell have you been?" he
said with a big smile that seemed to light up the room.  He was a
real charmer.  "Haven't fucked any good ones since your's!"

     I thanked him for remembering me.  I told him about our
altercation on the street.  He was very attentive.

     "The gay guys that you described were just in here.  I know
them well.  Very well, in fact," he said indicating he'd fucked
with them before.  "How are they doin'?" George asked concerned.
I assured him they didn't seem to suffer much from the incident,
but finally got him around to the point of our visit tonight.

     "John Gabriel, huh.  Yeah, I know him.  He was in here
tonight, too.  Haven't seen him for a while, though.  He may have
left."

     "Thanks, George.  You've been a big help," I smiled.  Working
my way back through the crowd, I saw that Tony was being swarmed
over by many men, both black and white.  They were all working to
get his attention and somehow get to know him better.  Tony was
overwhelmed and looked like he was in need of rescue.  Dave and I
tried to intervene, but to no avail.

     Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black man that I thought
looked familiar.  Fuck!  It's John Gabriel!  I grabbed him and gave
him a big hug.  He returned it, recognizing me immediately.

     "How've you been, Mike?  You're sure looking good.  And
feeling good, too," he added feeling my ass and crotch.

     "Back off, pervert," I smiled at him.  "There's someone here
you just have to meet.  I think you may even know him.  Had a
recent coming out.  You may be interested.  I know you'll be
surprised."

     John was intrigued.  I tried to push aside all the men bidding
for Tony's attention.  I was finally successful with Dave's help.

     "John, I'd like to formally introduce you to Tony.  Tony,
John," I said as I finally got Tony to turn around and look at me.

     "Oh, Shit!  John!  I've, uh, been wondering what, uh, you've
been doing with yourself," Tony stammered.

     "Oh, fuck this!" I burst in.  "John, Tony has the hots for you
and wants to fuck with you again on a more permanent basis.  He's
a real catch.  Don't be a fool and fuck this up by being a tramp,
again.  He won't admit it now, but he loves you.  Now, both of
you," I said grasping one hand from each man and pushing them
together, "get the fuck outta here and talk to each other in a
private place.  Say to each other what you really feel.  You won't
regret it."  Dave and I pushed them out the door with a chorus of
disappointed boos behind us.

     John and Tony embraced.  It was more than old friends getting
reacquainted.  We knew that Tony had more than sex in mind.  He was
in love.  The way John was returning his hug and the smile on his
face indicated this was something worth working on, at least for
the night.  Dave and I returned to the bar.

     Roger and Jim were still talking about Tony.  Even George
joined in.  They were all crazy with questions about him and the
altercation outside.  We filled them in with what we knew, but made
it very clear that we thought they should be left alone to decide
what their relationship should be before a bunch of horny dudes
like Roger, George, and Jim tried to promote themselves into some
wild sex with them.  George left to tend bar, again.

     "Well, how have you guys been getting along?  What's been
happening in your lives?" I asked Roger and Jim.

     "We're doing great," said Jim.

     "Yeah, fine," Roger grinned.

     "But, we were also looking for some action tonight," Jim
admitted.  "We were working on the bartender until you guys came
in.  I guess you already know him, Mike."

     "You could have done a lot worse," I told them.  "George is
really good in bed and has a big dick.  Not much for long-term
relationships, but you aren't looking for one.  He's a confirmed
top, so I know you won't have any trouble with him, Jim.  What do
you think about it, Roger?"

     "I only let my lover fuck me.  He seems to be the only one who
knows how (except for you guys, that is)," Roger confided.

     "We'd be glad to ditch George for another fuck and suck
session with you two," Jim beamed.  "How 'bout it?"

     Dave and I looked at each other and winked.  "Done," Dave
said.

     "Alright!" cried Jim.  "Let's go!"

     Roger and Jim promised to drive to our house and meet us
there.  They made their apologies to George, but promised to see
him again soon for something more intimate.  That got an immediate
smile and commitment from George for later in the week.

     Dave and I found his car and followed them over.  Dave parked
his car next to Roger's in the driveway.  I opened the front door
with the key and asked our guests if they wanted something to
drink.

     "Fuck, no!  Let's fuck," Jim blurted out.

     "Showers first?" asked Roger.

     "You certainly remember the routine, Cousin," Dave said
amused.  "Need any help getting any special places clean?  Be happy
to help!"

     "I was hoping someone would ask," Roger smiled.  "I can think
of a couple of places that need special washing."

     "Me, too," Jim added.  "Mike, will you do the honors?"

     "That hairy asshole of yours is just begging for a special
cleaning!" I promised as I ran my hand over his ass and into the
crack.  "Still a great ass.  Hope you still like getting ridden
hard and fucked deep.  I think Dave would love to do you, again!"

     "I was hoping both of you would fuck me," Jim smiled slyly.

     "Seems like a reasonable request to me!" Dave smiled back.

     All four men entered the steamy shower.  It was close, but
that was the whole idea.  That way, it would be impossible not to
touch each other in the most intimate of places and feel lots of
hot cocks and slippery assholes before we left for the bed.

     I was still mesmerized by the similarities in Roger and Dave.
Their cousin relationship showed through in several ways.  Their
general builds, cock sizes (which were growing to an alarming, but
very wonderful size), facial features, and taste in men.  Both of
them liked white men.  Both of their lovers liked black men.  It
was a great match for all concerned.

     Remembering my promise to Jim to wash his hairy ass for him,
I retrieved the soap and applied it to his ass globes.  It slid
around easily, leaving a slimy trail of suds behind.  His asshole
got special attention as I knew I would be eating it heartily
later.  Jim's cock was throbbing out straight and thick in front of
him.

     Roger was sliding the head of Jim's cock around his own
asshole, hoping to turn him on even more.  Dave's cock was being
treated to a special conditioning by Roger's tongue and mouth. That
was causing Roger to bend over farther and expose his winking hole
to Jim's hard member.  Jim applied a little more soap to Roger's
ass and slid his cock all the way in without stopping.

     Dave and I watched as the lovers fucked in front of us.  The
water cascaded off Jim's back, rinsing off his ass for me.  I fell
to my knees and stuck my tongue into his hairy asshole.  It was all
that I thought it would be.  His furry butt was silky, even when
wet.  His hole winked and clenched with each thrust into his lover,
Roger.  Dave likewise sank to his knees and was sucking off his
bent over cousin.

     Roger's big nuts were boiling.  He wouldn't be able to hold
out much longer.  He did his best to warn us that all this action
was more than his overheated balls could take without cumming fast.
Jim didn't care.  He was going deep and fast into his lover's rump.
His own climax was rapidly approaching and he was going to get his
lover off, too.  Dave pulled off when he heard Roger's warning, but
returned and sucked harder when he saw that Jim was going for an
ass-filling climax.

     Jim shuddered and moaned loudly.  "FUUCCKKKK!!  Take me big
man.  All my cum!!" Jim groaned.

     Roger only continued his hip motions backward and forward, to
impale himself on his lover, and to satisfy his jerking cock in his
cousin's mouth.  His climax hit him hard.  He shouted, "GAWD!!
YES!!!!!" and collapsed forward over Dave's back, still bucking
into him as his lover rammed deeply up his asshole.

     Dave remained attached to his cousin at the dick.  He savored
every drop of hot cum from that thick 10 1/2" of man cock.  Roger's
nuts were emptying their contents as Dave gently squeezed them.  He
massaged the fat prick in his mouth, stripping the urethra with one
hand of any lingering cum that escaped his suctioning.

     "Damn it!" Jim finally said.  "I didn't want it to be like
this.  I wanted to fuck with you and Dave, Mike!  I can fuck his
tail anytime."

     "But that beautiful ass of Roger's is just like Dave's," I
pointed out.  "I can't ignore Dave's, either.  I always want to
plug in as soon as he bends over.  Asses like that must be fucked!"

     "But, I wanted to be fucked by you and Dave tonight!" Jim
protested again.

     "So, why can't we still do it?  Both of our dicks are hard
enough and your ass is talented enough to take both of us," Dave
offered.  "I know cousin Roger's insatiable.  I'll bet he could do
both of us, too."

     "You know it!" Roger crowed.  "I still want both of you studs.
Jim only took off the edge.  Two big men like you turn me on so
much, I could fuck all night!"

     "Then, let's do it!" I said grabbing Jim's ass again.

     Dave turned off the shower and we all dried off.  Jim and
Roger got to the bed first and both of them raised their legs into
the air, presenting us with condoms as we moved behind them.

     "Fuck me, stud!" Roger commanded me.  "I want to feel all that
big white meat in me."

     "And I want all of your big black meat in me!" Jim directed
Dave.

     Dave and I smiled at each other.  "Trade later?" Dave
whispered.  I nodded as we both put the condoms on.  Dave and I had
to trade condoms once I saw which one he had.  The one I'd been
handed was for extra big cocks like Dave's.

     I knew Roger liked white dick and Jim liked black dick, but
Dave wanted to fuck his cousin to a climax and I wanted to fuck
Jim's beautifully hairy ass to a shattering climax, too.  It would
fulfill our fantasies, and give both of our partners the rides they
wanted.

     Moving in behind them, we both raised their legs higher,
pushing their knees up near their ears.  The presentation of their
assholes was nearly a religious experience.  Both winked and pulsed
at us.  Jim's hairy one was begging to be licked.  Roger's was
already being slurped by Dave as I looked on.  I didn't want to get
too far behind in the ass eating that Dave had started, so I pushed
Jim's knees harder to the bed.  This raised his ass at least a foot
off the bed and nearly jammed by dick into his hole.

     But I wasn't ready to fuck Jim's beautiful, cock-milking chute
yet.  I had to taste what I was about to screw.  I leaned over and
deliberately delayed the tonguing that Jim was whimpering for.  His
furry butt was so soft to the touch.  I ran my hands over his
muscular globes, sensing the sexual tension building in his body.

     The sensation of an animal in rut was overpowering.  I bent
over farther and licked at the softness of his pelt.  Leaving spit
curls as I circled his winking hole, I gradually closed the loop
until I was hovering over the final prize.

     I looked over at Dave and saw his face feasting on Roger's
asshole.  Roger was moaning uncontrollably.  Dave was a great ass-
licker.  Roger was begging for more.  When I hit Jim's asshole with
my tongue, his speech was not incoherent.  He made his wishes known
quickly.

     "Fuck my ass, NOW!" he begged.  "I need a big cock now.  I
can't wait any longer.  FUCK ME!!"

     Never one to turn down a reasonable request, I left the tongue
licking for later.  I applied a large quantity of lube to my
sheathed prick and started to apply it to Jim's hole.

     "NO!  Fuck me dry.  Just the lube on your cock will be enough.
I like it that way," Jim urged.

     "You're the boss for this ride," I agreed wiping the excess on
a towel.  I bent my prick down toward his hole and applied
pressure.  It slipped in without any struggle and sank clear down
to the pubic hair.  Jim was an expert at relaxing, and he'd been
fucked a lot by Roger's thick, long prick.  I must have felt puny
inside him compared to what he'd been so recently getting.

     "Yeah, Baby!  Do it!  Fuck my hot ass!  Ride me, ride me, RIDE
ME!!" Jim hotly breathed.

     Roger and Dave had been watching this for several minutes as
Dave had applied lubrication to his thick log and Roger's ass.
"Take it easy with me, Cousin.  I remember how big you are!  Jim's
a great fuck, but no one has come even close to matching that big
prick of yours in this ass for a long, long time," Roger warned
Dave.

     "Mike can tell you that I always go easy on a pretty ass,"
Dave said winking at me.  "Fucking your tail is going to be good
for both of us.  If it does get uncomfortable, just tell me.  I'll
respect any limits you want to impose."

     With that preamble, Dave aimed his sheathed monster at Roger's
eager asshole and pressed hard.  His cockhead quickly disappeared
along with 3 inches of the shaft.  Dave stopped the penetration and
waited for Roger to adjust.  The look of surprise quickly abated
from Roger's face to be replaced by one of extreme pleasure.

     "Damn!  This is GOOD!" Roger exclaimed.  "Got more of that
thick tube to ram into me?"

     Another shove convinced Roger that Dave had lots more to give
him.  Only two inches more remained outside.  Roger was breathing
hard and sweat was soon pouring from his face.  Dave had bent over
Roger's jerking cock and swallow the first few inches of it.  As
the pressure of a great cocksucking built up in Roger's balls, Dave
slid in the last two inches and ground his pubic hair against
Roger's sensitive, stretched asshole.

     "Fuck!  Fuck!!  FUCK!!!"  What a COCK!!" Roger moaned.  "Fuck
me, big man!  I want your black babies!"

     Dave was only too eager to comply.  He started out by long-
dicking his cousin.  Except for the nearly two inches that his
cockhead took up, the other nine inches of Dave's thickness were
racing over and over Roger's engorged prostate.  Roger's cock was
being sucked and lapped by Dave's talented tongue.  The rhythm was
strong, but wouldn't last.  A big cock like that rampaging over a
hot prostate, coupled with heavy cocksucking is bound to produce
waves of sperm in a big climax.

     Jim and I were still working on our fucking rhythm.  Jim had
recently gotten off in his lover's ass, so he wasn't as hot to cum
as I was.  I knew his love channel was more than capable of
massaging my cock to an intense climax, but he was holding back.
He was watching Roger and Dave for a cue.  My own speed was
increasing.  His prostate needed more massaging.  Dave would be the
perfect fucker for his ass, now.

     I whispered "now" to Dave, and he looked over with sex-glazed
eyes.  Understanding finally what I meant, he reluctantly uncoupled
with his cousin, put on a new condom (as I did), and traded places
with me.  The look of disappointment on both Roger's and Jim's face
was almost pathetic.  However, when they remembered who would be
taking the place of their last fucker, they quickly brightened.

     "Alright!" Roger said.  "I love big, white dick!  Fuck me, my
man!"

     Jim only crooned and almost swooned when he saw Dave's monster
meat dip into his asshole and disappear.  Jim took all of it
without a moment's hesitation.  He was used to the big one that his
lover was putting to him nearly nightly.  Taking on an extra half
inch and more thickness didn't seem to be more than a stroll in the
park for Jim.  However, once Dave started working his monster in
and out of Jim's upturned tail, he soon learned that Dave had moves
that would make his recently emptied balls overflow again.

     Following Dave is not easy up a great ass like Roger's.
Dave's big dick was easily two inches longer and much thicker than
mine.  However, Roger was accommodating when I slipped it all in,
but clamped down hard on me to the point of almost getting a quick
climax from my cock.  He noticed my sexual panic, and backed off.
I leaned over as Dave had and orally engulfed Roger's cock.

     That seemed to be a trip wire.  Dave had evidently had Roger
very close to the edge of his own climax.  Oral pressure on his
overheated cock was pushing him back to the edge again.  His ass
clamped down even tighter and started to milk my dick.  I was
pushing in and out of him slowly, but the combined pressure on my
rod and the swelling of his cockhead in my mouth gave me a clear
signal.  Both of us were going to cum!

     I worked my cockhead out toward the opening of Roger's
asshole, hoping to ravage his prostate.  He knew what I was doing
and was helpless to stop me.  The only hope he had was to milk my
dick as I raped his joy button and get both of us to cum at the
same time.  The magic worked.

     "SHIT!!  I'M CUMMMMMMING!  Fuck me, Mike!  Ram it in!  CUM IN
MY ASSSS!!" Roger bellowed.  As he spoke my name, I felt the first
jerk of his cockhead and tasted his first cannonade of cum.  It was
very thick and salty.  I loved it!  Wave after wave of climax hit
Roger.  I swallowed, and swallowed again.  His dick continued to
convulse and spew forth the contents of his nuts.  His upper body
thrashed out each convulsion, trying to ram his dick deeper into my
throat.

     As his last hard climax wave washed over him, my first squirt
of sperm left my nuts and raced into the protective condom.  Roger
felt my body tense and moved his ass muscles to milk my 9" in rapid
succession.  The undulating pressure on my cock made my dick shoot
and shoot cum into him.  The pleasure of the climax was almost
painful.  It felt so good!  The taste of his cum in my mouth was
still fresh, adding to the full sensation of my climax.

     Dave was still pistoning into Jim with full penetrations.
Jim's legs were wrapped tightly over Dave's shoulders.  His ass was
being brutally fucked by Dave's enormous, black meat, and he was
loving it.

     "GAWD!!  YES!!!  FUCK MY ASS!!  Make me cum, FUCKER!!" Jim
pleaded.  Dave's tempo picked up to almost a blur.  The
penetrations now were concentrated on Jim's prostate.  I don't know
how Dave was able to hold off.  I never would have been able to
withstand the ass pressure that Jim was so good at applying.
Finally, the more experienced man won the fucking contest, and Dave
came gallons.

     His cock raced into Jim and he unloaded wave after wave of hot
cum.  He rammed hard into his partner each time a climax wave
overtook him.  Again and again, Dave emptied more sperm into Jim.
Jim flailed on his cock to join Dave in climax.  As Dave's climax
subsided, he started fucking Jim again.  The extra friction on
Jim's prostate was just enough to send Jim over the edge for his
second explosive climax of the evening.  His first jet of cum
sailed over his head and hit the pillow as did the second.  The
third one hit Jim on the chin and the rest dribbled down his chest
to his stomach.

     "Fuck, yes!  Now I know why I love black dicks," sighed Jim.
"What a great fuck, Dave!"

     "And I love white cocks," teased his lover, Roger.  "Best fuck
in weeks!" he continued needling Jim.

     "Fuck you, lover," Jim rejoined.

     "Promises, promises."

     Dave and I both pulled out of our respective partners and
threw away the condoms.  As if on cue, both Roger and Jim raced to
our cocks and sucked on them to get the last drops of cum from
them.  Both of us were sensitive after cumming, so they weren't
able to suck on our nearly limp dicks for long.

     "Stop, already!" I pleaded.  "It tickles!  STOP!!" I laughed.
I pulled away from Roger before he drove me crazy with is cock
licking.  Dave pulled away from Jim and retreated behind me.

     "Get this mad cocksucker away from my dick!" Dave ordered
laughing.  "He makes my dick too happy!"

     After another few minutes of chatter, Roger and Jim pulled on
their clothes and went home.  They liked their own bed for sleeping
and wanted to get an early start on projects on Saturday.  We went
to bed after bidding them goodnight and promised to keep in touch.

     "Great fucks, aren't they?" Dave noted.  "I'd forgotten in all
the other action we'd been getting just how good they were."

     "Yeah, they are good, alright," I answered.  "And I'm glad to
see that they are making some kind of progress toward a
relationship built on what works for them.  It's easy to see that
Jim thinks the world of Roger.  That hasn't changed from the first
day that we met them."

     "And Roger is definitely warming to Jim," Dave added.  "He had
a lot of anti-gay baggage that he was carrying around.  Jim is just
the right kind of man for him.  He cares for him deeply.  And you
noticed how easily Roger lifted his legs to get fucked by us.  Jim
has taught him well that role-playing in bed has little to do with
the kind of person or masculinity you may possess."

     "Now that you mention it, that is a remarkable turn around
from the last time we saw them.  I hadn't even thought of it.  I'm
so used to seeing the way you react, I naturally projected it on to
Roger because he looks so much like you."

     "Not to change the subject, but what do you have planned for
tomorrow?" Dave wondered.

     "Nothing in particular.  Did you want to invite someone over
for a roll in the hay like the coaches, do a little tramping around
at the bars, stay home, some of the above, all of the above, none
of the above?" I rambled.

     "No, nothing.  I was just wondering."

     "Well, I'm ready for a little sleep.  All that excitement on
the street tonight has me worn to a frazzle.  I'm excited and
exhausted all at the same time," I yawned.

     "Me, too.  We'll think about tomorrow, tomorrow."

     "It's already tomorrow, but we'll discuss it all after we get
up in the morning," I said snuggling into him.

     "Even after a great fuck like tonight, it just reconfirms how
much I'm attached to you.  You're still the best man for fucking I
know.  Roger and Jim have great asses for fucking, don't they?"
Dave said dreamily.

     "They sure do!  I couldn't decide whether I liked Jim or Roger
better for pure fucking.  They are so different in their
techniques.  Roger turns me on for the same reasons that you do,
but Jim's furry ass and ability to milk my fuckin' cock are
incredible.  I wouldn't mind keeping both of them in our stable,"
I suggested.

     "You've sold me," Dave agreed.  "I like Roger and Jim a lot.
Roger may be family, but he sure makes my cock happy.  And I
couldn't agree more about Jim's hairy asshole.  He sure can make a
queer happy.    However, you're the one I want to spend my life
with, lover," Dave sighed.  "Good night, Mike.  I love you."

     "I love you, too, Sugar."


And what WILL tomorrow bring?  Stay tuned!
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