Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2001 18:31:08 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 27.

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			BLACK AND WHITE


                Chapter 27--A Surprise Phone Call

     Dave called me at the office the next morning.  He wanted to
have lunch together to discuss something very important.
Mysteriously, he wouldn't tell me about it.  But, it was something
we didn't cover in our relationship talks and he wasn't sure how to
deal with it.

     At the agreed place and time, I met him for lunch.  It was
beginning to bother me that he thought he couldn't converse by
telephone and had to talk to me in person.  I didn't know if he
were trying to say he was worried about being overheard at work, or
he wanted to read my body language to know what I was really
saying.  I thought it was time to ask, so I did.

     "Well, you see, Mike, I've always been able to manipulate you
better when I could get my hands on you.  I can't do that when
we're talking on the phone," he laughed.

     "Bullshit!  No one manipulates me unless I want them to," I
countered.

     "And bullshit to you, too.  You are so easy for me to work
over," he smiled.  "Guess I shouldn't have admitted that, should
I?"

     "Fuck you, Dave," I said smiling at him.  I knew he was right.
I could be so easily talked into anything he wanted to do.  If he
only knew how easily, he'd surely take advantage of me.  But, I
trusted him.  That's probably why it was so easy.  "Get to the
point," I finally added.

     "Okay.  Here it is.  We have never talked about friends of the
family or family coming for a visit," he started.

     "Well, what's the problem?  Your parents have already been
over, and so has your boss."

     "It goes farther than that.  I was thinking about overnight
guests."

     "I still don't see it, Dave."

     "To be blunt, my brother and his wife want to come for a
visit, and, uh, spend a few days with us, uh, at the house," he
finally announced.

     "So, what's the problem?" I asked again.  Dave looked relieved
and aggravated at the same time.  "Your brother and sister-in-law
want to spend a few days with us and we are putting them up.  I
still don't see the problem."

     "Mike!  Don't you get it?  They aren't staying with Mom and
Dad.  They're staying with us.  We'll be found out!  We're sleeping
together, for Chris'sake!  Even my brother can figure that one out.
He can read me like a book."

     "Hey, HEY!  Lighten up!" I interjected.  "Did you tell your
parents about you and Kay?"  He nodded.  "And your brothers?"

     "No.  I haven't told them," he acknowledged.

     "Okay, then.  Your brother has probably called your parents
and they talked.  I know you don't tell your parents everything and
they're too nice to be nosy.  So, they didn't ask what the reason
was for the split up.  Am I getting close?"  Dave nodded again.
"Thought so," I concluded.  "Boy, you are such a carbon copy.  I
did the same thing."

     Dave looked up and smile.  "Okay, Smartass.  What did you do?"

     "Huh uh," I replied.  "You're not sucking me into that one.
We've had this conversation before.  My life isn't your life.  My
experiences aren't the same.  I don't think it would apply anyway."

     "Why not?" Dave pressed.

     "Dave!  He's your brother!  He's not going to reject you;
you're too damned close.  Remember you told me that the two of you
were raised like you were twins, being only a year apart?  Well, I
think he is trying to help out your parents and satisfy his own
curiosity.  I'm not saying he smells a rat or that your parents put
him up to it.  I think he's being brotherly.  And until I hear or
see something more credible, I'm not believing anything else."

     "Okay, okay.  You'd make a damned, fine lawyer.  You got all
the angles covered.  But, you just don't know my brother."

     "And you're hiding behind emotional baggage that goes back
years.  When do they want to come up from Sacramento?"

     "Next week.  Thursday evening."

     "So, we straighten up the guest room, move your clothes into
the other bedroom and remove the lube and towels from there."

     "And make sure all the gay magazines are out of sight."

     "Okay, we 'de-faggotize' the house.  Happy now?"

     "I suppose," he said resignedly.  "What about our friends?
What if they show up and want to fuck with us?"

     "Have they ever showed up without phoning first?  Except for
Cousin Larry, I mean," I added holding up my hand to stop his
protest.  "Okay, I'll call him and tell him to cool it."

     Dave smiled.  "I'm such a worrier some days.  But, it is FAMILY!"

     "What did you tell your brother when he said he wanted to come
up?"

     "I told him I'd have to check with my housemate.  It isn't my
house after all."

     "Well, you've checked now and it's fine.  Give 'em the green
light."

     "Thanks, White Bread.  I owe you a big one."

     "And I'm going to collect.  I like your big one," I added with
a leer squeezing his cock under the table.

     Dave smiled.  "Promises, promises."  He paused again, seeming
to remember some part of a memory.  "You know what's really
strange?  Duane said he had something really important to ask me
about.  I immediately assumed that he'd found out about us.  But,
the more I think about it, I also remember that he kept telling me
how close we were and a lot of crap about brothers doing things for
each other.  That threw me off, but I still wondered if he was
talking about you and me."

     "I think he has something else in mind.  Maybe, he found out
or drew conclusions from conversations with your parents, and now
he wants to fuck with you, too!" I teased him.

     "Fuck you!  He wouldn't do that.  He's as straight as a
string."

     "And strings bend in all kinds of ways."

     "You know what I mean!  Besides, that was years ago when we
were kids."

     "Uh oh.  I hear a confession coming on.  Something about you
and your brother and a little adolescent exploration?"

     Dave looked up sharply.  "What?!  You think my brother wants
to have sex with me?  After all these years?  You gotta be crazy!
He's married!"

     "Come on, Dave.  Most kids play around a little.  Just trying
to figure out all the stuff they hear about sex.  They're
exploring.  Almost all kids do it.  Some have playmates or brothers
or sisters to help them.  Others play with themselves.  Most of the
time, it doesn't go any farther than that.  They get girlfriends or
boyfriends who help them complete their explorations.  It's
natural."

     "Yeah, but, Duane and I were inseparable.  We did everything
together.  We were playin' with each others dicks from the time we
were in early grade school.  And it didn't stop until well after we
discovered girls weren't as 'icky' as we thought.  We were hearing
from the older kids on the sports teams that what we were doing was
'queer'.  Duane and I were not about to admit we were 'queers'
(whatever those were), so we stopped doing dick play.  We had to be
14 and 13 at the time."

     "Shit, Dave.  You never mentioned this before.  Why'd you hold
back?"

     "I thought you'd think of me as a child molester.  My younger
brother, for Chris'sake!  And then that asshole in Nebraska.  He
just proved what a gawd damned QUEER I was!"

     "Hey, Dave.  It's me.  Mike.  I think you're the most
wonderful man in the world.  How could I think anything bad about
you?  We all did that sort of stuff, until we found out it was
forbidden.  Repression is an ugly word, but that's what all of us
'queers' did.  We found out we liked it and most of the rest of the
world didn't like us for what we did; so we went underground or
repressed our feelings and became asexual."

     Dave sighed.  He was hurting and I didn't know how to fix it.
If we were home, I'd have hugged him closely and reassured him in
bed.  But, we were having lunch in a crowded restaurant.  "Dave, I
love you.  Just hang on to that for a while.  Now, eat your lunch.
When you get back to the office, call your brother.  Feel him out
a little more.  Then, tell him he's welcome to stay with us for as
long as he wishes.  Okay?"

     He smiled wanly.  I wasn't sure I was getting through, but he
did eat.  At the end of lunch, I paid the bill and walked him back
to his office.  He promised to call his brother and then call me.
I left him, hoping I'd gotten through.  He seemed despondent.

     Half way through the afternoon, Dave called again.  He was
very excited.

     "I should listen to you more often.  You ain't gonna believe
this.  You know the reason they want to come up to see us?  Duane
spilled the beans and told me.  They can't have kids because
Duane's shootin' blanks.  Are you ready for this?  They want me to
father a child for them with his wife!"

     I was stunned into silence.  What could I say?  Dave was
laughing at the thought and I was hit by a brick.  That was the one
thing I was most afraid of.  I could compete with another man, but
I can't compete with a woman.

     "Did ya hear me, Mike?  He wants this queer to fuck his wife
and make a baby!"  He laughed again.  Once more I was silent, still
wondering what to say.  "Ain't that somethin'?"

     "Uh, yeah, Dave.  Uh, what did you say?" I croaked out.

     "I told him he was crazy."

     "So, you refused?"

     "Well, initially, yes."  My heart sank.  "But, he laid more of
that brotherly shit on me, so I told him I'd think about it and
we'd talk more when he got up here."

     "Fuck!" I said under my breath.  I didn't know how I was going
to deal with this.

     "Hey, Mike?  Don't worry about it.  It ain't gonna happen.
I'm not fuckin' my brother's wife."

     "Dave, let's talk about this at home.  This is too serious for
the phone."

     "Okay, Mike.  Hey, don't worry.  You're always going to be my
main man."

     We rang off.  Shit!  What a fuckin' mess!  I'm really gonna
have to come clean on this one.  I can't hide anything including my
deepest feelings of abandonment, unfaithfulness, and all the rest.
This would be one helluva conversation.

     I had dinner ready when Dave walked in the door at 5:30.  This
wasn't going to be a gym night.  We had serious discussions to plow
through.  Purposefully, I didn't bring up the subject until dinner
was finished and both of us had an after-dinner drink in our hands.
We went into the den, got comfortable, and Dave opened the
discussion.

     "Okay," Dave started.  "Here we are.  I can tell you have a
lot on your mind.  Just let it go as a stream of consciousness and
I promise not to interrupt.  By the way, did you call Larry?"

     "Yes, and he promised to be good for the next couple of weeks
and call before he comes over.  He was a little hurt, but he'll get
over it."  I took in a deep breath and launched into a 15 minute
dissertation on how I felt about Dave making it with a woman after
I had been his "main man" for these last several months.  It felt
good to talk about it, but frustrating, too.  Dave only took notes
on a legal pad, smiling occasionally.

     "You finished?" he asked when I wound down.

     "Yeah.  I think you've heard all my guts spill out.  Be
gentle!" I admonished with a half-smile.

     "Always am," he retorted.  "Mike, you've been making a lot of
what-if statements.  I can't deal with the theoretical very well,
but I'll try because I know it's important to you.  Let's start
with the one that scares you the most.  You're afraid I'll switch
back and leave you."  I nodded.  He sure zeroed in on that one
well.  "I don't know how to answer that one.  It's ludicrous in the
extreme (to me anyway) to think I'd ever want to be married or live
with another woman.  I've served my time in Purgatory and I don't
care to, again.  Yeah, yeah.  The right woman could turn my head.
Bullshit!  The only time it COULD happen would be with Duane's
wife, Carol.  And she's married."

     "But, it could happen!" I nearly wailed.  "You could remember
how good it is and go back to it again, leaving me out of the
picture."

     "Bullshit!  No chance.  You make it sound like I've never been
with another woman other than my wife.  Well, White Bread, that
just ain't so.  I've been with many.  Kay was the best of the bunch
and I gave her up for you.  So, I don't see that even as a
possibility.  Okay?"

     "But what about Carol?  You just said she could turn your
head.  And now you're going to fuck with her!"

     "Mike," he sighed in near exasperation, "she's married to my
brother.  I'd never mess with anything that could hurt Duane.
Besides, I've already had sex with her.  Many years ago, and I
don't want to discuss it.  Okay?"

     "I'll let it pass for the moment."

     "Second problem, then.  Even though I've said I'm not fucking
my brother's wife, you think I'll get talked into it, anyway.
Well, that one is more problematic.  Duane and I are very close.
I'd do anything for him and he for me.  He's already said that it
would be like his genetic code going into the baby because he and
I are from the same parents.  And he's right, but it still isn't
the same as your own child."

     "I knew you'd soften.  Damn!"

     "Hey, Sugar, I haven't done anything yet.  This is still in
the realm of the theoretical.  Anyway, if I did go ahead with their
request, it would be with lots of conditions.  Probably as many on
his side as on mine."

     "I know how close you and Duane are.  Your mom mentioned more
than once how much like twins you were and how inseparable you were
as kids.  I'll have to face the inevitable, but I don't have to
like it."

     "He's got a big dick and a nice ass!!" Dave sang, trying to
get me to smile.  It worked.  I almost burst out laughing.

     "Fuck you, you shithead.  You'd sell out your own straight
brother."

     "Maybe, he's not so straight."

     "WHAT!?  So, now you're willing to talk about it?  Why not
earlier?"

     "Mike, you've been totally honest with me.  I think that while
we're talkin' truth here, it's time to tell you a little story."
I perked up.  "Once upon a time...."

     "Fuck you!  Get on with it!" I insisted.

     Dave smiled.  "Once upon a time," Dave started again.  I
sighed.  No way to get my way this time.  "Duane and I were in high
school.  This was after we decided we couldn't play with each
other's dick 'cause it was 'queer'.  So, we starting going out with
girls.  Some of them were fun, some just wanted to be seen with us
and others had something else in mind.  Duane was the one who found
the girl that de-virginized both of us.  She was hot for Duane, but
looked me over, too.  Duane took her upstairs before Mom and Dad
got home.  She was the one who really talked him into it.  When
they got naked, Duane had a boner.  She was very impressed with its
size.  Duane said that his brother, Dave, (whom she'd just met
downstairs) had a bigger one.  She jumped out of bed and called me
upstairs.  I walked through the door and she offered to do both of
us."  Dave paused and took a sip of his wine.

     "And then?" I encouraged him.

     "Dirty-minded faggot!"

     "Flatterer."

     "Well, she got on the bed and wanted to do me first, doggie
style, while she sucked on Duane.  So, I stuck it in her (none too
gently--what'd I know about sex and making love, anyway?) and she
jumped a foot trying to get away from it.  That was my first clue
that my dick was too big for most girls, but I just thought it was
too fat.  But, she told me to take it easy and not shove it all in
and not all at once.  I did it like she wanted it and she started
sucking on Duane.  I think I popped in less than a minute.  It was
great stuff!  Then, Duane got around behind her and did her.  He
shot his load in about the same amount of time.  We didn't even
have the good sense to wear condoms.  We weren't worried about
makin' babies.  Lord knows why!  Then, I wanted to do it again and
she agreed.  We did it face to face this time and Duane sucked her
tits for her.  She sure loved that."  Dave paused again and scoped
out my crotch.  It was as hard as his.

     "She asked Duane if he'd ever eaten pussy before.  He lied big
time and said he'd done it lots of times.  She pushed me off her
and got into a 69 with him on the bottom.  His dick disappeared
down her throat and he started licking her cunt.  I thought she was
so hot for us, she was dripping pussy juice.  Looking back on it,
I think it was our cum she was leaking.  Duane lapped it up and
liked it.  So, I licked her too from the other end.

     "Well, I was still hard and wanted more pussy around my dick.
I started fucking her again as Duane was eating her out.  The more
I fucked, the more his tongue missed her cunt and licked my dick
and balls.  From then on, there was a lot of sharing of girls, and
Duane did a lot of licking pussy and my dick as it fucked cunt.
More than once, I'd pull out before I shot and let Duane have it
right in the mouth.  I didn't want to make a baby and Duane always
moved out of the way when I pulled out.  He always moved a little
too slowly though, and got at least one shot.

     "After a while, it got to be a game with us.  I'd pull out and
he'd pretend to not get some in his mouth.  Several times, the girl
would tell us she was on the pill and I'd cum with my dick pulled
almost all the way out, so Duane could lick her out and get all my
cum.  He and I'd switch places and do the same thing over again.
I'd wind up licking up his cum, too."

     "So, you think Duane might be available with the right
enticement?  How big is he anyway?" I asked.

     "About your size.  In fact, I think you're a lot alike.  Same
body size and type, dick size and type, same height and general
weight.  Yeah, you ARE a lot alike.  Hmmm.  Interesting
Freudianism.  Wonder if I see him in you and that's why the big
attraction?  Other than the black and white thing, you're very
much alike.  Interesting," he mused.

     "Knock it off, Dave," I scolded him.  "You can't be serious.
Besides, what kind of limitations would you put on this wife
loaning?"

     "That's ugly," Dave commented.  "But, close to the truth.
Well, we'd have to have some kind of written agreement about who is
responsible for the child even if I should be the genetic father.
Duane never did trust me alone with his girlfriends, so I doubt if
he is going to trust me alone with Carol.  So," he brightened, "how
about if I tell him that I'll do it only if you can be there,
too!?"

     "Shit!  You can't be serious!"

     "Sure I can.  I don't think he'll go for it and the whole deal
would be off."

     "But, what if he thinks it's a reasonable accommodation?"

     "Well, uh, what about you fuck me while I fuck her?"

     "Dave!  Would you get real?  They'll never go for that.  And
you said it yourself, 'they'll know we're queers!'"

     "Duane reads me like a book.  I've already told you that.
He'll have it all figured out within 15 minutes of meeting you and
watching us interact."

     "Sorry that I'm such an obvious homo!" I spat at him.

     "That isn't what I meant.  It isn't going to be you, it'll be
us that will give it all away.  No point in pretending anything
else.  He'd never buy it.  Of course, the whole gay thing may shy
him away from getting Carol and I together."

     "He could always ask your other brothers."


                          Little Brother

     "No!  He's not as close to them and two of 'em are married
already.  Their wives would never agree to it.  And Donnie, well,
Donnie's too young."

     "Donnie's 22.  He's not too young.  You mean he's too queer."
Dave shot me a look of amazement.  "Oh, don't give me such a look.
I recognized him the first time I saw him here when your parents
came over with him for dinner.  He probably recognized me, too.
Your little brother is a queer, Dave.  He just didn't go through
the whole denial thing that you did."

     "Why didn't you say something?  At least to me!"

     "It wasn't appropriate when your parents were here and I
didn't think about it after that.  Besides, I've only seen him once
at the bars.  He could have been there by accident, or with a gay
friend.  He's a very liberated soul.  You know that better than I
do."

     "But, what if he's gay?"

     "You think Big Brother wouldn't approve?"

     "No!  The family'd have a collective coronary!"

     "Dave, the whole damned family looks up to you as their
shining star, especially your parents.  And the rest of the boys
have always been pushed to emulate you.  They are all successes
because they had a good example in you and your parents.  Donnie's
probably afraid his big brother wouldn't be able to accept a
'failure' in the family.  Being queer isn't well received in the
black culture.  You've told me that yourself MANY times."

     "Shit!  That boy has to be talked to.  I know the family looks
up to me, but I didn't think any of them would look for my approval
on something like that," Dave sighed.  "Poor kid.  He's probably
still wondering how or even whether to tell me."

     "So, call and fix it, Dave.  You shouldn't let this one sit.
We can talk about the Duane and Carol thing some other time.  They
are coming, aren't they?"

     "Uh huh," Dave answered absently.  "How should I start the
conversation?  He's still living at home and going to school.  You
knew he was going for his Master's?"  I shook my head in agreement.
"What do I do if Dad or Mom answer the phone?"

     "Tell 'em you want to talk to Donnie.  Seems simple to me."

     Dave glared at me.  How could I be so insensitive, his eyes
said.  Don't you understand anything, you white faggot?!  But, it
too passed and he smiled.  "Yeah, why not?"

     Dave dialed his parents' number.  After a couple of rings,
Donnie answered.  He was glad to hear from Dave and explained that
their parents were away at the movies.

     "Look, Donnie," Dave started slowly, "when you were over here
with Mom and Dad, did you, uh, what did you think of Mike?"

     "Nice guy.  Didn't think you were into white boys as
roommates, though."

     "He's not a roommate, Donnie."

     "Oh?" Donnie asked innocently.  "OH!" he finally added up the
score.  "I see."

     "Donnie, is there something you want to tell me about you,
now?"

     Donnie laughed nervously.  "Well, now that you bring it up,
uh, am I reading this right that you and Kay have split and now the
couple is Dave and Mike?"

     "Uh huh."

     "Then, it won't shock you too much if I tell you I have
certain feelings in that direction, too."

     "I've thought about you being gay a few times, but Mike
confirmed it tonight."

     "So, he's the one that told on me!"

     "No, nothing like that.  He thinks he saw you at the bars
downtown."

     "Black Barts," I whispered.

     "Yeah, Black Barts, Donnie.  Did you do anything about those
feelings while you were in there?"

     "No, not then."

     "But, you have, though?"

     "Uh huh."

     "Donnie, if this is making you uncomfortable, we can talk
about it some other time," Dave offered.

     "No, uh, I just haven't been this open about it to anyone and
I don't know what to say or how much to say."

     "Donnie, would it help if you came over here or we came
over there and talked?  Mike has been through it all, and I'm
still getting started.  You're probably ahead of me in experience!"

     "You sure you wouldn't mind?  I'd love to talk to someone."

     "Donnie, I don't want you to go through any more pain than you
have to.  One of these days we'll both have to explain it to Mom
and Dad, plus our brothers.  Together, we can do it.  Now, where and
when you wanna do this?"

     "Ten minutes, your place?  Mom and Dad will be home soon, and
I don't wanna have to cut this off, if we are at a critical point,"
Donnie suggested.

     "Fine.  See you soon, my man," Dave smiled as he hung up the
phone.  "I'll be damned!  I never thought it would happen.  I
always thought he could be queer, but it never went farther than a
thought."

     "So, how you gonna handle this, Big Bro?" I asked.

     "I want you there.  You can fill in the places I can't."

     "Especially, that cute butt!"

     "MIKE!  You wouldn't?!  Not to my baby brother!?"

     "It's probably already been done.  Stop worrying.  Use parts
of the conversation you used on your cousin.  He's an adult now and
you can't be there to protect him, anymore.  Poor kid's had parents
and four older brothers telling him what to do.  No wonder he's
queer."  I jabbed my fist at Dave's shoulder.  He knew I was
kidding him.  But, there was probably a little truth to it as well.

     The ten minutes flew by.  Donnie was at the door.  Dave
answered it.  Dave's brother was wearing spandex pants (which
showed his manhood, but not as much as Dave did) and a tee shirt.
Donnie came in, took off his jacket and hugged his big brother with
more love than I'd seen in ages.  Dave was another daddy to Donnie.
And the relief and pleasure of seeing each other again was evident
in both of them.

     Dave got him a glass of wine and we returned to the den.  "So,
you're the guy that got Dave to switch?"  It was more of a ice
breaker than a challenge.

     "Donnie!  What a question?" Dave snorted.

     "I didn't mean it that way," he quickly apologized.

     "Well, it wasn't Mike that did it.  I did it," Dave answered
him.  "If it hadn't happened then, it would have soon thereafter.
Mike was a great catalyst.  And I don't regret a day of it."

     "So, what shall we talk about?" Donnie asked innocently with
a devilish grin.  He had the same winning smile that Dave used on
me.

     "Well, you have Mike and I figured out, but we don't know
what's going on with you.  So, tell us about you."

     "Nothing really to tell," Donnie began.  Dave and I arched our
eyebrows, not believing a word of it.  "Well, maybe a little.  Doug
and I messed around a little when we were kids, but Doug is married
now and I'm not."

     "Doug is Donnie's twin," Dave reminded me.

     "Yeah, I know.  Keep going Donnie."

     "Doug had girls swarming around him all the time and was
always so comfortable with them.  I was always so uneasy with
women.  Doug would get some girls interested in me (especially
after he told them that I was hung bigger than him), we'd go to bed
once and that was the end of it.  I always thought it was because
I wasn't any good in bed, so they'd dumped me.  Doug was good
enough to tell me after several failures that I was hung too big
for the girls and my big dick hurt 'em."

     "I can relate to that, Donnie," Dave agreed.

     "And so can some other men that we know who've had the same
experience as you, Donnie," I added.  "They were hung too big for
their girlfriends, but their boyfriends would sure sing their
praises!"

     "Yeah," Donnie agreed.  "Men were and are easier to deal with
and understand.  And I had good friends in high school who liked to
hang around together.  We were a pretty nerdy bunch, but we all
graduated top of the class.  You remember Jim Hardesty, don't you,
Dave?"

     "Sure.  He was in your class.  I met him a couple of times
when I was over at Mom and Dad's.  Nice kid.  He was a track star,
wasn't he?"

     "Yep, and class clown.  But, he also got one of the highest
scores on the SAT anyone ever got in the city.  Well, Jim and I
were VERY close."  Our smiles spread quickly.  We knew where this
was going, but wanted to hear all the gory details.

     "Jim and I spent a lot of time together as good friends.  We
did the sleep-over routine that all kids do, and that was all very
innocent until we were Sophomores in high school.  I'd been fucking
a couple of the girls that Doug lined me up with, but that was
going nowhere.  Jim and I started talking about sex and hard cocks
on one of those sleep-over nights," Donnie remembered with a big
smile.

     "It was the middle of winter and his bedroom was cold," he
recalled.  "We didn't think anything about sleeping in the same
bed, 'cause we were such good friends.  But, this time, we clung to
each other for warmth.  Within a few minutes, we were warm and our
cocks were hot.  A minute later we were feeling each other up and
jacking each other off.  It wasn't long before we were enjoying
more than jacking each other off.  That was about when I learned
from Doug why the girls didn't go out with me again after they got
laid by me.  But, Jim loved my long, thick dick up his ass a lot
and he thought I was a great lover.  So, we kept at it like you
guys probably do," he leered at us.

     "You sound like a top, Donnie.  Are you?" I asked.

     "Mike!  What a question to ask my baby brother!" Dave
exploded.

     Donnie smiled.  "Both," he answered.  "It depends on the man
and my mood."

     "That trait seems to run in the family," I observed, smiling
at my lover, Dave.

     "You're shittin' me!  My big brother takes it up the butt?"
Donnie asked incredulously.

     I looked to Dave for confirmation.  "Well, ya see," Dave
started, "Mike has a special way of treating me and I, uh...," Dave
stammered to a close.

     "What he's saying, Donnie, is that you can't read a book by
its cover and your big brother enjoys cock up the ass as much as he
enjoys being on the giving end.  And he has a LOT to give!" I
revealed.

     "I'd heard that from Duane."

     "Duane told you I have a big dick?"  Dave was overwhelmed that
his brothers would talk about such things with each other.  He'd
never said anything like that to any of them.

     "Yep.  He also said you tasted pretty good, too."

     "Now, how in the hell did that come up in polite
conversation?" Dave asked still not believing what he was hearing.
"You gotta be makin' this up!"

     "Dave, innocence is not one of our brother Duane's virtues.
He and I've fucked around several times.  During those steamy
sessions, the conversation got around to certain subjects and you
came up.  He said you and I compared pretty well," Donnie
concluded.

     "No shit?" I burst in.  "You got one as big as Dave's?"

     "That's what I hear," Donnie confirmed.

     "Damn!  That's a real big one," I whistled.

     "Size queen!" Dave laughed.

     "Thank you," Donnie and I said at the same time.  That caused
sustained laughter from all of us.

     After a few more minutes of discovery about Donnie's "sordid"
past, he said, "I was hoping you invited me over to do more than
discuss what I already knew about you and Mike.  I want to find out
if Duane was right about you, Dave."

     "You horny fucker," Dave smiled, shaking his head.

     "Yes, I am.  Wanna find out how horny?"

     "Uh, gee, Donnie, I, uh, hadn't thought of you in sexual
terms.  You're my brother!"

     "Well, I've thought about you, Donnie," I admitted.  "Ever
since I thought I saw you at Black Barts.  If you don't want to
dehorn him, Dave, I'll be happy to."

     "Done," agreed Donnie.  "I love fucking with white boys.  Most
of them fuck really good.  Most black men just get it on and get
off.  I like more 'before and after'!"

     "I'm not about to allow my lover to have his way with my
little brother," Dave announced, "without being there to protect
him," he added smiling.  "What'd you have in mind, Donnie?"

     "Just the garden variety stuff--sucking, fucking, rimming,
drinking cum.  You know, queer stuff!" Donnie outlined laughing.

     "Come with me, young man," I directed.  "Have I got a deal for
you!"  I turned to Dave.  "Coming?"

     "Any way I can!" Dave promised, biting hard on the play on
words.  "Lead the way, Mike.  I'd like to enjoy the view from
behind my little brother.  Now, I can look at it from a new
perspective.  Nice ass, Bro!"

     "Thanks.  Planning on eating it for me?"

     "And more, if you're willing."

     "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this," Donnie
tossed over his shoulder.  "After Duane told me how hung and
delicious you are, I wanted to have sex with my big brother.  What
makes it even better," he added patting my ass, "is the chance to
see what it is that my big brother likes in white men.  I've had a
few myself and liked most of 'em.  Course, I like all big cocks and
tight asses," he added rubbing my ass with both his hands.

     We rinsed off in the oversized shower, playing a little "grab
ass", but reserving the more serious dick probing for the bed.
After toweling off, Dave escorted his little brother to the bed.
He took charge of the pairings saying that Donnie was our guest and
should determine what happened next.

     "Only too glad to," Donnie beamed.  "I wanna feel that big
dick of your's up my butt, big brother, but I gotta have a piece of
that tight ass that you love to plow, too.  Mike, what position do
you want to be in when you take my hard cock up your butt?"

     "With Dave's dick up your ass, that limits my choices.
However, I'll go with my legs in the air.  Maybe, I won't cum so
fast and I'll get a chance at your ass, too, Donnie."

     "Flatterer.  I may have decided this wrong," Donnie observed
squeezing my fat, long dick.  "Looks like Duane's, except for the
color, of course."

     "Really?" I asked.  More information about our guest for next
week.  I'd file that away for future reference.

     "Yeah.  In fact, you're a lot like Duane in many ways.  You
should meet him sometime.  You'll like him," Donnie said looking at
Dave.  "Dave?  Don't you think Mike and Duane have a lot in
common?"

     "Besides the fact that they both like my cum and have similar
builds?" Dave laughed.

     "So, it's true then.  Duane did suck your dick!"

     "No, Donnie.  He only ran his tongue over it 'by accident'
when he was eating out some girl I was fucking.  We did a lot of
three ways when we were in high school and college.  I never
thought much about it.  But, I mentioned to Mike just a little bit
ago that Duane and he do have a lot in common."

     "Enough chatter," Donnie pronounced.  "Let's fuck.  I've
changed my mind.  I wanna suck both of you off, but have both of
you fuck me, too.  Mike, you go first in my asshole while I fuck
Dave.  Try to hold off long enough that you can switch and cum in
my mouth while Dave fucks me.  Then, Dave can cum in my mouth and
you can share my cum, if you're cum drinkers, that is."

     "Oh, yes," Dave agreed.  "We love cum.  And, tight butts.
Sure hope you still have one, Donnie."

     "With this cock," he said waving his nearly perfect 11" at us,
"I don't get to be bottom very often.  So, my ass is pretty tight.
That's one of the reasons I want Mike to fuck me first.  Your ass
ripper is too big for me to take without lots of preparation,
Dave," he said stroking Dave's monster meat.

     "You aren't exactly tiny yourself, Donnie," Dave noticed.
"And I think I'd like to get it in the ass on my stomach.  Mike can
tell you how much I like being covered by a hot man when I'm being
fucked.  Doggie style is probably our favorite, though, when it's
just the two of us."

     "He's right, Donnie," I agreed.  "But watch him.  He'll milk
the cum right out of your balls if you let him."

     Donnie smiled as he grabbed some lube for his big brother's
black marble ass.  It was wonderfully muscular.  The fuckhole was
deeply buried between those granite cheeks.  Donnie pried them
apart with Dave's assistance.  Deciding against an immediate
impaling, Donnie moved his lips closer to Dave's hole.  His tongue
darted out and hit the center of his target's butthole.

       Dave clenched at the suddenness of the attack, but quickly
recovered.  He relaxed again and pulled his melon globes apart.
Donnie dove in with gusto.  Dave groaned at the assault.  Donnie
was an accomplished ass eater and Dave an appreciater of his
brother's talents.

     With his ass in the air and his tongue up Dave's love channel,
Donnie was too tempting a prize for me to ignore.  My hands gently
caressed his slim hips and firm ass.  It was smaller than Dave's,
but probably protected it's center as well as Dave's did.

     Donnie surmised in an instant what I wanted to do.  He relaxed
his love tunnel entrance and the surrounding muscles.  My hands
moved the luscious, black orbs aside.  I espied a needful, winking,
black hole.  With unerring accuracy, my oral digit raced between
Donnie's ass cheeks and speared his opening.  He sighed and pushed
back into my face.  That action spread his cheeks wider and gave me
a greater area to tongue.  I concentrated on getting my tongue in
as deeply as I could.

     Donnie and I dined on asshole for several minutes.
Alternating between probing the holes deeply and rimming the edges,
Donnie and I ate ass.  But soon, Donnie decided that he'd better
fuck his brother's ass before he squirted cum into my pistoning
hand that grasped his cock.  Donnie's dick was as long as Dave's,
but not quite as thick.  It was as hard as obsidian with the wicked
curve of an Arabian knife.  It even had the same thick root that
Dave's did, but Dave's had a bigger head.

     His condomed cock slid effortlessly into his big brother.
Dave moaned softly, almost purring.  Donnie rested atop Dave and
ground in the last inch of prick.

     "Fuck!  Yes!" Dave whispered.  "What a great cock!  Damn that
hits my spots!"

     Donnie only ground it in again and looked over his right
shoulder at me.  He nodded a signal for me to mount him.  I eagerly
obeyed.

     Remembering that Donnie mentioned he didn't get fucked very
often, I squeezed the head of my dick to make it smaller and slowly
entered him about two inches.  He tensed a moment, then relaxed.
My cockhead expanded in the orifice as I plowed another four inches
forward.  My partner pushed back into me (or pulled out for another
stab into Dave's butthole).  In either case, Donnie had managed to
get almost all of my dick in his hole.

     My last, grinding inch was still not buried.  I rode him for
a few thrusts into Dave.  When Donnie slowly ground into Dave
again, I twisted my last inch into Donnie.  He whimpered.  I wasn't
sure if it was because I was getting too deep or he was enjoying
Dave.  If Dave was milking his dick for him, Donnie wasn't feeling
my cock up his butt.

     I pulled out several inches making sure I was hitting his
prostate.  Setting up a fucking rhythm and depth that I knew would
ravage his joy button, I tried to hold off my climax.  Donnie was
very tight, so it wasn't easy.  I was trying to be the perfect host
by abiding by my guests wishes, but I wasn't going to be able to
hold out much long.  Gratefully, Donnie decided it was time to
switch places.

     Dave moved to my place behind Donnie and I lubed my ass for
Donnie's long, curved fuckpole.  With that monster prick of his up
my asshole, I knew the chances of me cumming too soon were very
high.  I rolled up on to my shoulders facing him.  That should get
him deeply into me (which both of us wanted) and still give him a
chance to suck me off if I came before he was ready for me.

     Donnie pulled my ass down on to the bed and inserted his prick.
It felt so much like Dave's.  I didn't even notice that it was
thinner.  It felt like a granite plunger.  The head on his dick
raced repeatedly over my prostate.  This was meant to be enjoyed.
I gave myself over completely to the pleasures.

     Concentrating on the electric shocks racing through my horny
ass, I released my jerking cock.  Donnie's horse cock had a better
curve to it than Dave's did for driving me to a climax.  Maybe it
was the angle of the cockhead.  To my prostate and churning balls, it
made no difference.  His repeated hammerings were walking me closer
with each thrust to a shattering climax.  Trying to hold off, I
consciously ignored my begging prick.

     "Fuck me, Donnie!  Oh, Fuck ME!" I hoarsely whispered.  "Fuck
ME!!  Shit, YES!!  I'm CUMMING!!  Fuck me, MAN!"  My urgent tone
alerted Donnie to go down on me now or miss getting a mouthful of
my hot, creamy cum.

     Donnie grabbed my dick and gave it one stroke.  That contact
immediately triggered my climax.  Wave after wave of scalding cum
soared from my swollen member.  Donnie had only barely made it in
time.  His lips closed over the end of my dick as the first volley
fired into his eager mouth.  Swallowing several times to get all of
my cum down his throat, he stroked my dick to a frenzy.

     My dick's sensitive nerve endings were begging him to stop,
but my balls continue to empty and pour cum into his sucking lips.
The nerve endings finally won.  I pulled my dick from his hand and
lips.

     "Stop!  You're driving me crazy," I laughed.

     "Fucking great cum, Mike!  Want an ass full of my cum, now?"

     "Fuck, YES!" I answered him.

     "Take it then, big man!"

     He rolled me on to my stomach and nailed my ass to the bed.
Dave followed along behind him.

     Dave's superior weight and position dictated the speed of the
fucking.  Donnie in the middle was along for the ride.  His butt
was being rammed hard and I was trying to milk him as best I could
from the front.

     I clamped down hard and held him inside me.  Dave plowed
repeatedly into him.  I felt the unmistakable swell of Donnie's
cockhead and knew he was ready to unload.  Releasing my ass grip on
his cock for only a moment, I allowed him to withdraw for one final
plunge.  He made it worthwhile for all of us.  His butt clamped
down hard on Dave as his cock rode my butt to a quivering climax.
Like Dave, at the point of a heavy climax, he lost control of his
voluntary muscles.  He lay on my back and thrashed as his hips
pistoned in a wild array of circles and thrusts.

     Dave followed his younger brother by about ten seconds, long
enough to fuck into a frenzy his brother's screaming prostate as it
unloaded into my grasping butt.  As Donnie's nearly uncontrolled
humping subsided, Dave's began.  Monosyllables like "fuck" and
"tight" escaped his lips as his horsecock slammed into his little
brother.  Dave's cock erupted over and over with shots of his
liquid, creamy offering.  Donnie's butthole drank it in with
enthusiasm.

     As the last waves of pleasure swept over Dave and his monster
cock shot a final volley into the condom in Donnie's asshole, the
happy trio slipped sideways, releasing me from the heavy weight of
the two men on me.  Still connected, we rested for several moments
before anyone spoke.

     "That was the hottest fuck I've ever had," Donnie finally
said.  "I'll bet sex between you two is incredible!"

     "We like it," Dave admitted with a lazy smile.

     "Very much," I agreed.  Wriggling my ass on Donnie's dick, I
could feel it wilt even more.  "Don't lose your condom.  I was
promised a hot drink from it."

     Donnie pulled out and stripped the condom from his half
deflated prick.  It was still formidable at 6".  He handed me the
condom with the white contents at the tip.  I felt its warmth.

     "Hey!" Dave said loudly.  "Save some of that for me."

     I tipped it up and let some of it run between my lips.
Pronouncing it very good, I passed it over to Dave.  He agreed
after sampling.  "Damn good" was what he declared.

     "How about your cum sample, Dave?" Donnie asked.  "Don't I get
some?"

     "I was leaving it in to collect it all," Dave replied.

     "He dribbles a lot after he cums," I clarified.

     "Oh.  Well, you could give me the condom now, and I could
clean up the rest right from the faucet!"

     Dave couldn't disagree with that.  He slowly pulled his dick
out of Donnie's well-fucked hole, gently stripped it off and handed
it to his brother.  I decided Donnie's idea was a good one, so I
swooped down on his dick and caught a couple of lingering cum drops
on the tip of Donnie's cock.  It surprised him, but he didn't seem to
mind.

     Finishing the contents of the condom, Donnie turned and sucked
up several inches of Dave's slowly wilting dick.  It was still 7"
or more long, but Donnie took it all anyway.  Using his hands to
help strip all the cum from Dave's urethra, Donnie was rewarded
with several more drops of Dave's delicious man juice.  I did the
same from Donnie's dick.

     The delightful consequence of sucking Donnie's dick was not
just getting more of his cum, but I succeeded in getting it hard
again.  He sure was related to Dave.  He didn't seem to have an off
button, either.

     "I could fuck like this for hours.  It always takes me a while
to get more cum generated and get a climax going, but I can keep it
hard for a long time after I've cum," Donnie bragged.  He was
probably right.  At his age (22), it was very likely.  "Whatta ya
think, big brother?  Do I pass?"

     "Hell, yes!  You make me proud!"

     "And me sore," I added rubbing my ass and my jaw with
different hands.  "You and Dave are quite a pair.  I wouldn't mind
entertaining both of you, all the time, too.  But, one at a time,
please.  You guys are just too big for a queer like me to handle in
one session.  But, I'd sure give it a try."  Dave looked hurt.
"Don't worry, Sugar.  You can't get rid of me that easily.  There
are too many other reasons I want to keep you around."

     "Shit!" Donnie exclaimed.  "I sure wish I had a great
relationship like yours.  I need one."

     "It'll come.  You just have to kiss a lot of frogs before you
meet your prince," I added.  "What kind of a man are you looking
for?  Race, for instance?"

     "Nothing particular that I'm aware of," Donnie said
thoughtfully.  "I just want a man that I can be with and make a
life with.  Of course, great sex is near the top of the list, too."

     We talked for several more minutes, telling Donnie how Dave
and I met and how I "seduced" him.

     "Well, it's getting late and tomorrow is 'school' again," Dave
said.  "Old men like us need our beauty rest, Donnie."

     "Not that I can see.  You're both studs.  I'd love to do this
again.  Anytime!"

     Donnie left the bed and got dressed.  We ushered him to the
front door without putting our own clothes on.  After all, we were
going right back to bed.  Dave mentioned the "auditions" at the
Black Bart on Saturday and suggested that Donnie might want to
check them out even if he didn't want to be in a porno film.  He
could very well find his man among that crowd.

     With reluctance, but satisfaction (and cum) on his lips,
Donnie bid us good night.  Dave and I stumbled into bed.

     "What a hot fucker your little brother is," I said sleepily.
"Hope he comes over more often.  Besides, he's a helluva great
kid."

     "What a day.  One brother wants me to fuck his wife and
another one fucks my butt!" Dave remembered.

     Early the next morning (before the alarm went off), I rolled
Dave on to his stomach and fucked him.  He loved it!  He told me
again when we were finished and I was still on his back how much he
loved me and loved to have me fuck him like this.  We didn't
disconnect until the alarm awoke us from a catnap.  Time to face
another day.


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