Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2001 21:43:22 -0700
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 58.

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			      BLACK AND WHITE


			  Chapter 58--Settling In

	"Well, he said he wanted to talk to us about some of the special
features of the house and wondered about coming over some evening or
weekend soon to demonstrate them," I repeated.

	"Sure, why not?" Dave smiled.  "I hope he'll have lots to say about
how to put on that nursery shade cloth over the sunroom for the summer, for
instance.  Plus, maybe he'll have lots of dirt about the neighbors that we
need to catch up on."

	"Always cut to the chase, don't ya?" I laughed.

	"Well, yeah!  And I'll bet you'll be right there lapping up the
gossip with me."

	"Guilty!"

	"So, when do we invite him?"

	"I could call him back now," I suggested.

	"I'll fix lunch while you call," Dave agreed.

	Randy agreed to drop by later in the afternoon.  Dave pulled out
the plans that Joe had drawn up for the "new and improved" yard design.  He
thought Randy might be interested in changes we'd decided on.  Although it
was only afternoon, I decided that one of the leftover bottles of domestic
champagne would be a nice conversation icebreaker.

	It was early April, and the sunroom was becoming very warm on sunny
days (of which there had been very few so far this year).  The glass roof
did cut out nearly 99% of the UV rays, but not the radiant energy of the
rest of the spectrum.  One sunny day in March had already hit over 100
degrees in the sunroom with the rest of the house at a comfortable 73
degrees.  However, with summer approaching, that was going to get much
worse.  Installing the shade cloth (currently stored in the basement) would
help a great deal.

	Randy called from his cell phone (shortly before three) indicating
he'd stop by in the next few minutes.  I was nervous.  Even though this was
our house now, I still felt like I needed his approval.  Upon reflection,
it was silly.  But, that didn't make the butterflies in my stomach go away.
Dave, of course, was the perfect picture of calm.  Nothing seemed to faze
him.  The chiming doorbell kicked my anxiety up several notches.

	"Hi, I'm Randy," said the "daddy" at the door.  It was no small
wonder that Nick and Mark had worked on him until they'd bedded him.  He
was handsome, about 5'8", 160 pounds, broad shoulders, an engaging smile,
gray hair, and twinkling eyes.  I pushed open the storm/screen door and
inviting him in, introducing Dave, as Randy stepped over the threshold.
They shook hands.  "I'm glad to see that my old house is now owned by a gay
couple," he grinned.

	"That obvious?" Dave smirked.

	"Not really.  But, I do maintain contact with several of my old
neighbors.  This kind of gossip can't sit without someone spreading it,"
Randy assured us.  "I got calls from two of them right after you moved in.
And three more calls after your party."

	"This is a great party house," I deflected, allowing his comment to
stand.

	"Yeah," Randy sighed.  "That's one of the reasons why we did the
remodel.  Of course, that's ancient history now," he added shaking his
head.  "But, that's more my fault than hers."

	"Why do you say that?" Dave pried.

	"Well, for starters, I couldn't keep my dick in my pants," he
laughed.

	"Yeah, as long as you keep it at home, there's no problem," Dave
agreed.  "We know where you're coming from though, Randy.  Mike and I were
married before, too."

	"No shit?" Randy smiled.  Dave gave him a sanitized version of our
failed marriages, leaving out (for the moment, anyway) my seduction of
Dave.

	I offered Randy a glass of champagne as Dave directed him to the
sofa in the sunroom.  Sipping from the glass flute, he smiled.  "This is
good stuff.  Domestic?"

	"Yeah," I agreed.  "Jason at Kroger's recommended it."

	"He's a jewel," Randy smiled.  "I'd work him over for hours if I
had the chance."

	"He's not involved, ya know," Dave revealed.

	Randy grinned.  "That's good news.  But, I'm not any good at this
dating guys stuff.  I wouldn't know where to start."

	"Start with conversation," I suggested.  "You obviously know
something about champagnes and he's a walking encyclopedia.  Already, you
have something in common you could talk about.  Suggest a neutral place
like a coffee shop or a movie to get better acquainted," I rambled on.
"He's worth it, Randy."

	"Don't I know it.  He's all the things that I like in a man:
stable, employed, a man, not a boy, easy to talk to, and easy on the eyes,"
he concluded.

	"So, what's holding you back?" Dave pressed.

	"Oh, the usual shit," he sighed.  "Afraid of rejection, but
especially, I'm still trying to figure out what I'm all about.  Being gay
isn't something you put on and take off like a suit, guys."

	"Oh, yeah, we know," I assured him.  "Been there, done that."

	"As Mike's pointed out to me many times, if you don't know who you
are, you can't find what or who you want," Dave said.

	"Well, this is all pretty new to me," Randy sighed.  "And you guys
(as well as Jason) have so much more experience than I do."

	"Not really," Dave smiled.  "I've only been out a year now."

	"Wow!  You learned fast!"

	"I had a good instructor," Dave smiled over at me.

	"For sure, that's what I want, too," Randy grinned at Dave.
"Someone who can be my lover, my friend, my partner.  Someone to grow old
with."

	"And Jason's that type, from what I can tell," Dave assured him.

	"Well, I'll have to work on it," Randy smiled back.  "But, let me
get to the reason I came over.  Well, actually, there were two reasons.  I
wanted to show you how the nursery shade cloth goes on and comes off.  Who
wants to join me on the roof?"

	"I will," Dave volunteered.

	"Okay," he agreed.  "Mike, you go to the basement and get the shade
cloth out.  You know where it is?" he asked.  I nodded.  "It's bulky and
clumsy, but not at all heavy.  Bring it around back while Dave and I
scramble over the roof from the upstairs dormer."  Given our assignments,
we met in the back yard.  I found the shade cloth to be exactly as Randy
had described it, bulky, but light.

	Dave and Randy were standing on the glass roof.  "It can withstand
300 pounds per square inch or three feet of wet snow," Randy pointed out.
"But, I'd still suggest that walking on the supports between the glass
panels is safest.  Looking down through glass into the room below can give
you a feeling of vertigo, so just look out and not down.  You'll do fine,"
he assured Dave.  "Now, unfold it a couple of layers, Mike.  I'm looking
for a particular I-hook."  I unfolded one layer and found two hooks.
"Yeah, hand me those and keep unfolding the cloth.  This is 60% shade
cloth, so it cuts out a lot of radiant energy,"

	Randy continued explaining how the cloth was attached and
supported.  He showed Dave the hooks and how to attach them to the
supporting cables.  Certain hooks and cables clearly belonged at certain
support points.  "I did that on purpose, so I could remember where things
went.  You might want to put colored tape or paint on them if you think it
would help you remember where they go."

	I went inside, pulled colored Christmas tape from a drawer, and
then, decided it would never last in sun and rain.  Casting about, I
located colored felt pens, but all of them were washable and weren't
waterproof.  Again, I was stumped.  Ribbon!  We had yards of present
wrapping ribbon in the Christmas stuff upstairs in the closet of the front
bedroom.  I yelled out the backdoor that I had a set of labels for them to
use on the cables supporting the nursery shade cloth, and I'd be right back
with them.  I pulled out as many as I could find, taking a pair of
scissors, and a note card to record our scheme.

	Only three were needed.  If those three cables were hooked to the
correct posts, the rest of the shade cloth would naturally be in place.
They finished tying the short pieces of ribbon to the correct cables as I
recorded which color went where.  Of course, they kidded me about me
calling the ribbons labels.  All I had to do now was remember where I put
the note card in the house.  I decided that in the recipe box my mom had
given me would be close enough to the sunroom to help me remember.  Of
course, asking Dave to help remember couldn't hurt.

	While they finished up attaching the hooks, Randy asked what we did
for a living.  After considerable hemming and hawing, we gave him the same
story we'd told everyone else.  "Made the bastards pay because you're gay,
didn't ya!" he laughed.  We didn't say anything.  "I know.  You can't
discuss it.  But, I'm not stupid.  I can put it together."  I changed the
subject to what kind of work he did.  He was an architect for mostly small-
and medium-sized office buildings and hotels.

	Before we returned to the house, Dave brought out Joe's new
landscape designs.  Randy loved all the changes, but made comments on where
fall bulbs were buried, so we could avoid digging up what was hidden.
"I've been wanting to cut back or yank out everything that you've already
removed.  But, the ex wouldn't let me," he sighed.  "I almost feel like
calling the bitch and telling her what you've done and are going to do to
her overgrown jungle that she called 'mature'.  What a laugh!"  He paused.
"But, there's no point in being a bitch just because she's one," he sighed.

	Back in the sunroom, the temperature had noticeably dropped.  But,
the neighborhood gossip was hot!  "Nancy's a lush.  Watch her around your
booze," Randy began.  "Her husband is well meaning, but he's her fourth
one.  Of course, he's younger.  She had two sons in college, both of whom
are easy on the eyes, but I think they're hopelessly straight.  You know
about Mark and Nick, of course."  We nodded.  "And Phil and Farrell?"  We
nodded, again.  "I moved out before Robert and Gary moved in, but I
understand you already know them."

	"Yeah, we knew them before they moved here and before Robert was a
pro," I smiled.  "Nice guys."

	"Yeah, I know Dale is intrigued by them," Randy laughed.

	"Oh?" Dave leaned in.

	"Yeah," Randy smiled.  "A bigger closet case than I was."

	"Really?" I questioned, looking for more dirt.

	"He's totally into muscle-heads.  The bigger they are, the harder
his dick gets."

	"That would sure explain his interest in Kurt and Gene," Dave
mused.

	"And they are...?"

	"Oh, our new neighbors, just behind us.  They moved in a couple of
weeks ago," I put in.  "Kurt's just finishing his freshman year at college
and Gene is the new strength coach of the pro-football team."

	"I see," Randy murmured slowly.  "I wouldn't be at all surprised if
he started hitting on them, soon."

	"I know they think he's attractive, but I don't know if that
translates to any action," I offered.  "Dale did tell us that he wanted to
workout with us at the gym, though."

	"That's no surprise.  I'll bet he wants to get into your pants,
too," Randy grinned.  "But, he'd never leave his wife.  She's got all the
money in the family.  Inherited a pile, I understand.  She and my ex are
real tight."

	"They got any kids keeping them together?" Dave asked.

	"Nope, just the money."

	"Not much of a basis for a successful marriage," I observed.

	"No sex, either, to hear him tell it," Randy added.  "That's one of
the reasons that he's playing around with guys.  He's probably gay, but
won't act on coming out of the closet as long as she's got the bucks.  But,
she can be quite charming at times, and they seem to be friends, even
though not bed partners."  He paused.  "I make him sound like a shameless
gold-digger, when, in fact, he has a great career and doesn't really need
her money.  I'm probably a little jealous of their flashy show of wealth."

	"Oh?" I asked seeking clarification.  I knew we could be guilty of
the same with all the money we just got.

	"Yeah, fancy cars, big trips abroad, richly furnished house, for
instance.  And does she love to flaunt it."

	"Is she getting some on the side?" Dave pressed.

	"Not that I know of," Randy said.  "Dale thinks she's just not
interested in sex."

	"You ever done the deed with him," I pried.

	"Lord, no!" he laughed.  "I'm not his type, not a muscle hunk like
you guys are."

	Changing the subject quickly, I suggested, "You'd better get over
to Kroger's and work on Jason, then.  I know he's into 'daddies' in a big
way.  And you certainly fit the bill."

	"Thanks," Randy smiled.  "I rarely know what most gay labels mean.
However, that's one I had laid on me some time ago by this hot little
number at my office.  He wanted into my pants badly.  But, there was no way
I was gonna fuck around with someone at the office.  That's always bad
news."  We agreed with him.

	As he was leaving, Randy showed us how the "set back" thermostat
worked for the air conditioning and furnace.  As it had been set to reflect
work schedules for Monday through Friday, he showed us how to change it to
conform to our stay-at-home schedule.  We also adjusted the temperature
controls lower.  Randy's wife was "cold blooded" he'd said, so the furnace
settings for the thermostat had been set pretty high for winter days.  With
a reminder that cryptic instructions were printed on the inside door of the
thermostat panel, he gave us each a big hug and promised to overcome his
reluctance to work on Jason.

	After he left, we called Jason to tell him that he had an admirer
who was a little shy about how to approach him, someone that he'd known for
several years, and who used to be married.  We wouldn't tell him more than
his name.  "The only Randy I know is straight and lives somewhere over by
you," Jason said.  "Hot daddy type, but hopelessly married, too."  We
challenged his conclusion in a general way, but didn't specifically go
farther.

	"You know," Dave said after hanging up, "Jason left with Jim after
fucking his brother.  He may have found something more fun on the younger
side."

	"I wouldn't bank on it," I countered.  "Jim and Jeff are too
sexually promiscuous for Jason's taste.  He wants something more stable.
Remember he said that last week at the store?"

	"I don't recall it," Dave muttered.  "You two were having quite the
conversation when I found you, after you'd ditched me in the produce
section."

	"I didn't ditch you," I defended.  "You wanted to fuss with some
veggies and I needed to find that cranberry muffin mix you love so much.  I
just got a little sidetracked when I spotted Jason."

	"So, what else did he say?" Dave asked, letting my weak defense go
unchallenged.

	"Oh, he was wondering who was available and who wasn't.  Who were
the couples and who were the tops and bottoms.  You know, the kinda hot
details that gay boys love to share," I laughed.

	"And who has a big dick!" Dave leered.

	"Duh!"  I laughed.

	"Is that when he told you about his 'daddy' thing?"

	I thought for a moment.  "Didn't he say something earlier to us?"

	"Hmm, I don't recall," Dave shrugged.  "Hopefully, they'll find
something that they enjoy about each other besides wines.  I love being a
matchmaker."

	"Yeah, I know you do, and so do I."

	"I want everyone to be as happy as we are, White Bread," he purred,
nuzzling my neck.

	"You keep that up, Sweetcheeks, and I'll force my dick up your
tight ass."

	"Can't rape the willing."

	"But, I can make love to him," I whispered into his ear, nibbling
on the lobe.  "You lookin' for some deep dickin'?"

	"Let's hit the bedroom and do what seems right for the moment."

	And what seemed right was a long session of cock sucking and butt
eating that climaxed in waves of swallowed dick gravy down two eager
throats.  We'd managed several times to bring each other to new heights
before backing off.  Finally, unable to withstand the overwhelming crest of
flooding cum, Dave swallowed my thick 9" dick as he forced an index finger
deeply into my ass.  His bold attempt to get me off before he climaxed
lasted less than five seconds.  My index finger found his hard prostate,
making his dickhead swell in my mouth and jetting warm, starchy streams of
cream into my sucking face.

	"Gawd!  You cum a lot!" Dave choked out, pulling away from my
slowly shrinking semen launcher.  "Got more?" he asked, smearing my dick
head against his full lips.  I slathered more dick juice on his mouth as he
slowly stroked my softening cock.

	"Stop it!  That tickles," I protested rolling away.  "You do pretty
well yourself in the cum volume department, Sweetcheeks," I complimented
him.  "I'm always willing to suck up more dick sauce when you have more to
deliver."

	"You like it up the ass too much to let that happen."

	"Well, there are times when I've been fucked so much that my ass
hurts (but, not very often)," I laughed.  "So, I'm offering an
alternative."

	"Truthfully, I don't think I could decide which I prefer more,
fucking your hot ass or getting a blow job from you."

	"Same to you, Sir."

	The rest of the week raced by.  We prepared dinner for Robert and
Gary, then, enjoyed their bedroom acrobatics with Dave riding Robert's wide
football player ass and me gaining deep satisfaction in Gary's tight, round
butt.  I always marveled at his ability to stay tight when I knew he was
being boned on a regular basis by Robert's 10" monster.

	But, the following evening, we entertained Kurt and Gene with
dinner and more bedroom sports.  Of course, before dinner, Dave and I were
heavily hammered by the muscle men that lived behind us.  Big dicks that
size had to go deep and hard.  Gene worked me over in a frenzy, taking me
face-to-face with passionate kisses and a wild ride.  Kurt rode Dave doggie
style, racing deeply into my lover's eager hole.

	We'd thought about getting into a 69 while they fucked us, but the
heightened sensations were so great from our neighbors that we concentrated
on their pleasuring skills.  In both cases, they were so good at hitting
our prostates with their big dickheads, that we shot our loads without
touching our dicks.  Both of us were noisy enough in the run up to our
climaxes that the muscle hunks creamed our condom-protected butt channels
only seconds after we started shooting.  I'm sure our grasping, milking
asses had a lot to do with pushing them into hard climaxes, too.

	Later in the evening (after we'd gone over the hastily drawn
landscape plans that Joe had sketched out for their yard), they prevailed
upon us to reverse roles and give them the fucking they needed.  Kurt
always wanted me to top him (which I did).  Gene begged for Dave's very
thick, long, black cock deep in his butthole.  Kurt got his fun
face-to-face, as he loved it that way with me.  The problem with that idea
was that it made me cum too quickly.  But, Kurt didn't care.  He got his
"daddy" to fuck him, pulling out all of his well-practiced milking skills
to get me to cum in his hungry hole.

	Dave was taking more time with Gene.  His bed partner was sprawled
out face down on the mattress, his muscled butt hungrily rising each time
Dave pistoned downward.  Gene was repeating a litany of "Fuck me, Man" in a
throaty, hoarse whisper.  "Love your big, black cock up my ass," Gene
moaned.  "Fuck it, Man!  Fuck it!" he urged as Dave sped up, getting as
close to his climax as I was.

	"You want it, Big Man?" Dave growled.  "You want my big fuckin'
dick up your hot, muscle butt?  You beggin' for my fuckin' cream?"

	"Oh, yeah," Gene whimpered.  "Fuck me, Man!  Fuck ME!  Give me your
load, Fucker!"

	"Ah, FUCK!" I shouted.  The hot chatter going on next to us had
added more stimulus than I could cope with.  Plus, Kurt's hungry, gripping
ass kicked my nuts into high gear.  In less time than it takes to swallow a
load of cum, Kurt's hot butt was drinking my first shooting streams of
cream.  Kurt pulled my lips down to his, kissing me deeply as my hips
continuously ground my throbbing and squirting dick into him.  His big
hands gripped my ass cheeks, making sure my fucking thrusts stayed deeply
inside him.  He moaned with renewed pleasure each time my hard dickhead
stroked his prostate.  The harder I kissed him, the harder he grabbed my
ass and forced me to fuck him.  Kurt loved the feel of his "daddy's" dick
spooging his hot butt.

	As my climax subsided, I pulled out of his tight ass, stripped off
the condom and poured the contents over his 12" jerking member.  I stroked
the lubing cum onto his dick.  Almost immediately, Kurt's back arched as he
thrust upwards into my grip.  He groaned with pleasure.  I knew that sound
and body language well.  My mouth closed over the plum-size head, licking
the nerve bundle on the underside.  He didn't need the additional stimulus.
He was cumming as soon as my lips had closed around the fat head.

	"Damn!" he shouted as the first volley laced my tongue with sperm.
"FUCK!" he added more loudly, as the next three shattering climax waves hit
him hard.  His long, fat dick shot heavy blasts of spooge down my throat
with each climax word.  He grabbed my head, pulling away from the tonguing
his spewing dickhead was enduring between my swallows of his hot sauce.  He
laughed and rolled away, trailing cum across his abs and pubes.  His
weakened dick sauce flow left sticky trails that I continued to chase until
he rolled on to his stomach.  That only enticed me to eat his hot,
well-fucked ass.

	He looked over his shoulder.  "Gawd!  I wish you'd fuck me again
and again!  You're so good at this," he sighed, wiggling his butt in my
face.  My tongue shot deeper, his hard ass rose to meet my face.  "Yeah,
Mike!  Eat my ass!"

	"Shit!" came from a voice near me.  Dave's partner was on his
knees, his shoulders and upper chest on the bed, his hard, muscular ass
high in the air taking 11" of black dick in long, deep drills up his ass.
Dave withdrew completely, then, slammed forward and bellowed out his
overwhelming climax.  His body thrashed atop the big bodybuilders back, but
his thrusting hips continued to force more hard, black horsecock up Gene's
needful ass.

	"Oh, yeah, Man!  Fuck it, HARD!" Gene urged.  "Gotta have it!"

	When Dave finally regained control and pulled out, Gene took the
stretched and filled condom greedily.  "Don't swallow any of it," Kurt pled
as Gene upended the rubber and let the contents ooze into his mouth.  "I
wanna share it in a deep kiss," he clarified.

	Gene smiled.  "Pig," he mouthed around a mouthful of cream.  But,
he shared.  He knew that Kurt was as much of a cum pig as he was.

	Dave said, "I'm sure happy that you're our neighbors.  Hot guys
with big dicks and tight butts really do it for me.  I can't wait to get
that gate put in the fence between us."

	"That doesn't seem to be stopping us now without the gate," I
observed.

	"But, it could be far more frequent and spontaneous that way," Dave
smiled.  "But, more importantly, Gene hasn't cum again, like the rest of us
did," he added with some concern.

	"Not to worry about that," Kurt grinned.  "I'm gonna get that load
up my ass as soon as we get home.  It's his turn to top me tonight."

	"Oh?  You keep track?" I asked.

	"We have to or I'd never get fucked," he laughed.

	"Well, duh!" Gene laughed with him.  "Would you want that monster
12" dick up your butt as often as you could, if you had a choice?"

	"I like your fat 10" dick just fine up my butt.  The more
frequently, the better," Kurt insisted.

	"Well, for what it's worth, I think you're both great tops as
well," Dave put in.  I nodded my agreement.  "Just fuck each other twice a
day with a hot load in the morning and in the evening, taking turns on who
gets it."

	"We'd thought of that, but we also enjoy drinking sperm too much.
You know from a recent demonstration what cum pigs we are.  But, that's
what the mornings have become," Gene leered at Kurt.  "And I'm NOT
complaining!"

	"You can't fuck each other at night?" I pressed.

	"You think you could keep from cumming with that enormous butt
stretcher up your ass?" Gene laughed.  "It's all I can do to keep from
squirting before he does!"

	"And the same to you," Kurt grinned.  "That big dickhead hits my
prostate so hard that I feel like I'm cumming from my toes when you fuck
me."

	"You say that like it's a bad thing," Dave smiled.

	"Only because he makes me cum before I want to with that monster
dick of his," Kurt smiled back.  "I really would like to be able to fuck
him after he fucks me, but he always gets me so hot that I can't hold
back."

	"I like it that way," Gene suggested.  "It lets me know I'm doing
it right."

	"There is that," Kurt agreed.  "That's the same reason that I love
to hold back until you're dick is ready to shoot before I really pound your
ass."

	"Well," I sighed, "you'll work out something that'll make both of
you happy.  Dave and I certainly have."

	"Yeah, Mike's right," Dave assured them.  "I'll bet if either Mike
or I were to suddenly become an exclusive top, the other one would love
being a constant bottom."  He paused.  "Well, maybe not a CONSTANT bottom,"
he laughed.

	"We get the point," Gene nodded laughing along.

	Dave "reclaimed" me early the next morning.  He seemed to have a
need to make me his sexual property after a hard, hot session with
incredible hunks like Gene and Kurt.  I wasn't complaining at all.  I
enjoyed every thrusting inch of his incredibly fat dick.  Now that we were
"retired", we could sleep in as late as needed after a late night or early
morning fuck session.

	He took me in my favorite position (face down), his hard chest
rubbing against my back, my ass elevated slightly to accept his deeply
thrusting, black snake.  His hands were hooked under my shoulders, pulling
my body deeply into each of his slow, meaningful thrusts.  I milked him
savagely, but only as he was getting so close that it wouldn't have made
any difference.  His hammering hips caused his dick to spray my hungry ass
channel as he buried his face between my neck and shoulders, kissing me
ardently, adding murmurs of his love.

	I insisted that he remain atop me after our lovemaking, until his
soft, but still lengthy dick exited.  Our bodies were stuck together with
love sweat, but we didn't care.  Our sexual couplings were always
lovemaking, even when only one of us got off.  Only after he rolled off me,
exhausted, did I look to my overheated, full nuts.  And his tight ass
sitting on my face caused a nearly instantaneous stream of cream down his
sucking throat.  His clean, but overnight-aged butthole was an immediate
catalyst for my churning balls.  From the time he sat on my face and began
sucking my dripping, hard 9" dick, I know I lasted less than a minute.
But, my climax lasted a solid second minute.  The man knows how to suck
dick!

	On Thursday, Steve and Brad invited us to dinner, with bedroom
athletics for dessert.  Of course, we accepted.  I tried to take Brad's
entire, enormous dick, but couldn't.  Dave did though.  He's a trooper,
that one.  I got consolation prize (which was deeply fucking Steve).
However, I'm sure he felt only some of my dick, considering how often he
and Brad did the horizontal mambo.  Steve's sons (Jeff and Jim) came home
with us, spending the night beneath one or the other of us for most of it.
They left in time for classes the following morning with big smiles.  Dave
and I returned to bed.  We can't fuck all night long and be coherent the
following day without some rest.

	Shortly after noon, we rousted ourselves, showered, ate lunch, and
drove out to Costco.  Ron smiled at us when we drove our shopping cart into
his check stand.  We chatted for several minutes while he checked our
purchases through the scanner.  He tried again to find out what gave us a
fat settlement, but we stonewalled him.  After congratulating us again, he
suggested that we check out one of the newest checkers close to the door.
After approving his good taste, we asked if the new guy was gay.

	"As a goose!" Ron laughed.  "But, very closeted.  He doesn't think
anyone here knows about him.  But, I've seen him out at the bars and he
wasn't conducting surveys," he added.  "The only survey he might have been
doing was checking for big dicks.  I know a couple of guys who know him and
they say he's really hot and noisy in bed."

	"Think he'd go for a couple of gay guys like us?" Dave asked,
always on the prowl.

	"I haven't any idea," Ron smiled.  "But, go check him out.  I'm
sure he saw you when he came in.  His gaydar is always on."

	I looked up and caught the new guy's eye.  He'd been scoping us
out, I decided.  I nudged Dave and nodded in the guy's direction.  Dave
gave him one of his dazzling smiles.  The guy smiled back (in a more than
friendly manner).  As BAD luck would have it, he had to get back to his
task.  We asked Ron when this guy would go on break or lunch.  He said that
everyone was on a different schedule, so he had no idea when the guy would
be available.  Dave scribbled a note on a strip of cash register tape.
"Give this to the guy if he asks about us," Dave asked, handing the paper
to Ron.

	"The direct approach," Ron laughed.  "Any dirt you want me to dish
about you guys?"

	"We'll leave that in your capable hands," Dave smiled back.

	We wheeled our repacked cart toward the door, slowly passing the
new guy's check stand.  I noted his nametag said Taylor.  We nodded and
smiled as he looked up.  An eager grin spread over his face.  "Talk to
Ron," I smiled as we walked by.  I'd said it loudly enough for him to hear
us, but anyone else listening wouldn't have understood the significance of
a word of it.

	"Think he'll call?" Dave asked as we loaded the groceries into the
trunk of his Beemer.

	"If that smile is any indication, YES!" I grinned.  "Cute guy."

	"Oh, yeah," Dave agreed.  "Hot ass, too."

	"How could you tell in those baggy pants?"

	"Something that round can't be hidden in baggy pants," he observed
laughing.  I couldn't fault his observation powers.  It was a HOT ass!  I
hoped he called soon AND that he was as good a bottom as Ron had intimated.

	After we put away the groceries, we hit the gym.  Trevor suggested
that we check out the BIG, hot, black stud in the locker room.  He wasn't
sure if the guy was in the sauna or steam room, but he'd been in there for
better than 15 minutes.  "That's surely more time than it takes to get
dressed to workout or to take a shower and get dressed," Trevor chortled.
"Great body and an impressive dick, too."

	"And just how would you know that?" I asked grinning.

	"Oh, I just happened to check the showers for adequate supplies of
soap just as he would be undressing," he admitted.

	"Just how impressive is this guy, anyway?" Dave leaned in
expectantly.

	"Dude's gotta be 6'5" and has a big snake," he whispered as another
gym member walked by.  "He sure gave me a friendly look when I was in
there.  So, I'm sure he's queer, too."

	We acknowledged his additional data and hurried to the men's
lockers.  "Wanna check out the sauna or steam room before our workout,
Dave?" I asked as we opened our lockers.  Pulling off his underwear, Dave's
large dick slapped against his right leg.  I reached for it and squeezed as
the sauna door opened.  A tall, black man checked us out, a big smile
spreading over his face.

	"Hi!  How's it goin', Mike?  Dave?" he said.  After a couple of
seconds, the name came to me.  The big dude Trevor was talking about was a
member of the professional football team and we'd fucked with him a couple
of times already.  I remembered him as a big-dicked guy who enjoyed white
meat, furry pecs, and bottomed for big dicks regardless of color.

	"Hi, Will," I grinned and turned toward him.  "You a new member
here?"

	"Nah.  I've been a member for a couple of years, but generally do
my workouts at the team facility," he said.  "But," he added striding
towards us with an even bigger grin, "I thought I'd come over here to see
if there was any action."  His large hands encircled our flaccid dicks.  "I
always thought you guys were so fuckin' hot," he smiled at our expanding
dicks.  "Wanna play?"

	"You offering that sweet ass?" I asked, patting his round, obsidian
ass.

	"For two big dicks like you guy's got, you betcha!" he laughed.
"Got condoms?"

	"This Boy Scout is always prepared," I nodded.  I reached in my
shaving kit and pulled out several condoms and packets of lube.  "I'm
hoping you remember how to use this big trouser snake of yours, too," I
added, squeezing his lengthening dick with my other hand.  I also recalled
that his dick was about the size of Dave's.

	Dave had been pulling gently on Will's erect nipples.  Will's eyes
closed in appreciation and pleasure.  "Yeah, Man!" Will crooned.  "Feels
fuckin' great!"

	We slammed our lockers shut, affixing the padlocks.  Will turned
and motioned us to follow him into the sauna.  "No one's in there, now," he
winked.

	"I gotta get a piece of that tail," Dave whispered to me as we
followed Will.

	"I'm sure we'll both get some," I suggested.  "He's a hot, eager
bottom for big dicks despite his size and big dick."

	"You sure do remember him better than I do," Dave said.

	"I always remember the big-dicked ones who love to get fucked," I
replied.

	Inside the sauna, the temperature wasn't too high (as it sometimes
was) for playing around.  "First thing I wanna do," Will leered, "is get
some of that tight, white ass."

	"Gotta get it ready," I advised, bending over and spreading my hard
cheeks.

	"Yeah!" Will sighed, bending over to more closely examine what he
was going to play with.  "Love tight, fuzzy, white ass like this."  His big
hands caressed my muscled globes, fondling them delicately, massaging the
muscles, straying frequently between the mounds to tease my winking pucker.
"Oh, MAN!" he exclaimed as he felt Dave's long tongue slither up his
butthole.  "You eat butt, GOOD!"

	"As I recall," Dave muttered between the spread, black buttcheeks
before him, "you like big dick deep in your ass, too."

	"Fuck, yeah," Will sighed, then dove between my cheeks and moaned,
licking away happily at my tight rosebud.  I assisted as best I could,
pulling my butt halves apart and raising my ass to meet each tongue thrust.

	"Too hot to just eat it," Dave groaned.  "Hand me some lube and a
condom, Mike.  This butt's gotta get fucked."

	"Yeah, Big Man," Will moaned.  "Give me that monster dick while I
fuck your boyfriend's white, fuzzy ass."  I handed condoms and lube to both
black studs, then, bent over again.  I felt a large finger slide easily up
my ass chute and wiggle at my hard prostate.  "Yeah, White Boy.  You're
gonna love this big, black horsedick up your butt.  I know your boyfriend's
got a big one, but this is gonna be SO good."  And he was right.  The big
dick curved upwards more sharply than Dave's did, although it wasn't quite
as thick.  But, what it did to my hard prostate was delightful.  Each
thrust in and withdrawal out hit my prostate perfectly.  The big head and
thick shaft rubbed it almost continuously.

	"Hot ass, Man!" Dave whispered as the last inch of his thick 11"
monster ground into Will's hungry hole.  The 7" thickness stretched Will's
ass channel the way he loved it.  He'd been one of Coach Randy's favorite
fucks for a couple of years now.  And taking Randy's 13", incredibly thick
cock was no walk in the park.  Nonetheless, Will was enjoying Dave's big
11" dick in his ass.

	"Fuck me, Man!" Will groaned.  "That monster's gonna make me shoot
in your boyfriend's ass REAL hard.  Fuck it!"  Will bent over my back and
rubbed his big hands through the hair on my hard pecs, then pulled me
harder on to his might phallus.  He tried slowing his thrusts to keep from
cumming, but that was a pointless exercise.  Between the milking my ass was
doing on his fat dick and Dave's ramming his tight ass, Will had no choice.
He was cumming.

	He pulled my hips hard into his pelvis and thrust deeply.  I felt
his dickhead swell and felt him jerk violently atop my back as one wave
after another careened over him, jetting hot cum into the condom.  His
verbal skills left him as quickly as his higher motor skills.  As Dave
often did when he was cumming in my ass, his hips knew what to do to keep
his dick buried deeply and squirt his dick gravy, but the rest of his body
was controlled by jerks and twists.  All of his energy was directed to his
breeding prick.

	When he finally recovered control, Will whispered in my ear,
"You're even better than Coach Chuck when it comes to takin' dick so good.
And you've got a better body, too.  Your boyfriend's one lucky guy!"  He
looked over his shoulder.  "Pull out, Dave.  I wanna suck you off while
Mike fucks my ass.  I wanna feel his hairy chest against my back while I
drink your load down."

	Never one to turn down a blowjob that promised to suck him off,
Dave pulled out and tore off the condom.  I traded places with him, put on
a condom and pushed my smaller dick inside.  Will moaned and clamped down
on my hard dick.  Instantly, he was milking me.  He bent over and sucked in
several inches of Dave's thick dick.  His fingers strayed over Dave's round
ass, then teased open his asshole, locating his hard prostate to get him
off.  I leaned over and rested my chest on Will's back, rubbing my hard
pecs against his muscled back.

	His groans of contentment clearly communicated that he'd love to
have us work him over for several hours.  But, his talented ass wouldn't
allow for more than several minutes.  "Gonna cum in your hole if you keep
that up," I warned him as I licked the back of his neck.  He only doubled
his milking efforts.  "You're gonna get it, Fucker!" I roared.  I stood and
rammed hard into him, grabbing his hips and pulling him forcefully into me.
I raced in and out of his hungry ass, knowing that there was no way I was
going to delay my climax.

	Dave shoved his horsecock deeper into Will's throat, holding on to
the back of Will's head to cram more inches in.  Will's throat swallowed
more shaft as one hand played with Dave's boiling nuts and the other
stabbed a finger deeply up Dave's channel, torturing his prostate.  "Ah,
Shit!" Dave bellowed.  Will pulled several inches of dick from his throat,
but clamped his lips over the thick shooting head.  "Take my load, Fucker!"
Dave shouted.  "Fuckin' eat my cum!"

	I didn't need Dave's climax to shove me deeply into my own climax.
Will had already accomplished that with his milking butt channel.  At
Dave's first words, I was already blasting my load up Will's hungry hole.
His talented butt channel milked me even harder when he felt me begin my
climax.  Of course, that was too much stimulation for my spasming cock, so
I pulled out shortly after my hard climax waves receded.  I was still
leaking dick sauce, but there was no way I could stay connected with that
hot ass.

	"Fuck!  That tickles!" I laughed as I pulled out.  I stroked my
dick to get the last waves of pleasure and to get some of the dripping
cream out of my dick and into the condom.  Will continued to gulp down
Dave's load.  He wagged his ass at me.  I inserted two fingers and played
with his prostate.  He groaned with pleasure.  I finger fucked him until
Dave pulled out.  Will was sucking on his dick with too much tongue,
causing more stimulation than Dave could bear, too.

	"You guys are fuckin' awesome," Will sighed contentedly.  "I'd
gladly fuck with you anytime you need a hole to plug or a hard dick to sit
on."

	Dave smiled an acknowledgement.  I offered my cum-filled condom.
"You interested in this?" I asked.

	"Sure!" Will stated, grabbing the condom and feeling the warm cream
in the tip.  He bit off the reservoir and stripped the condom of the
delicious contents.  He sucked the condom into his mouth, using his pressed
lips to strip more cum from the rubber.  "I love hot cum," he smiled.

	"And butthole, too," I added.  "The way you sucked off the entire
length and contents of the used rubber, I have to assume you enjoy rimming
most butts."

	"Yeah," he admitted.  "They gotta be pretty nasty for me to pass
them up.  Love a man's aroma anytime, especially his hot asshole."

	"Mike loves to eat my butt after he's fucked it and tries to lick
his cum back out," Dave revealed.  "And I love it, too!"

	"That would be SO fuckin' hot!" Will agreed.  "But, when you gotta
wear a condom when you fuck, you don't get a chance to suck your own cum
back out from a well-fucked asshole.  I'll bet it's great!"

	"You have no idea, Will," I smiled at Dave.  "You'll just have to
get yourself a boyfriend who wants to bareback with you, who is also
negative.  Then, you can fuck bareback all the time and eat butthole that's
been fucked and filled with your cum."

	"Gotta find the boyfriend, first," Will sighed.  "Both of you guys
are already taken."

	"We're not the only queers out there who love sex, Will," Dave
allowed.

	"Well, that was another one of the reasons I wanted to start coming
back to this gym.  I don't think I'll ever find a boyfriend on the team.
They eat, drink, and sleep football.  There's more to life than that," he
grinned, tugging on both of our flaccid, but still cum-dripping dicks.

	"I won't argue that point," I laughed.  "But, there is more to life
than sex, too."

	"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," Will smirked.  "You
guys gotta know some single men looking to hook up for more than one-night
stands."

	We looked at each other.  "Well, we probably do, but I'll have to
think about which ones are looking for a partner, not just sex."

	"Yeah!" Will laughed.  "See, there was a good reason to come in
here today, besides fuckin' with you guys."

	"You worked out, yet?" Dave asked.

	"No," Will said.  "I was gonna start just as you two came in.  I'm
glad I waited."

	"Wanna workout with us?" I asked.

	"Sure!"

	"I'm sure you could show us how to do it better than we are now,"
Dave suggested.

	"For that, you should go with our new strength coach," Will sighed.
"He's such a fuckin' stud.  Again, he's already taken, I understand."

	"You ever meet his lover?" Dave asked.

	"No, can't say as I have."

	"Total, awesome stud!" I revealed.  "Young guy, just a freshman at
college, but a major muffin."

	"You know him pretty well then?"

	"Yeah, long story," I sighed.

	"We'll tell you all about it while you work out with us," Dave
offered.

	"Sold!"

	We worked out with Will for the next 90 minutes (including our
aerobics).  During the aerobic workout on the elliptical walker, I related
the story of how Kurt and I had met and fucked until I found out his age.
Then, I described what he looked like now, including his 12" cock.  Will
was VERY attentive.  By the time we'd finished our workout, he was randy
and ready for more fun.  Instead of a repeat performance in the sauna, we
took him home.

	Of course, he was ready to fuck and suck immediately.  He got us
each to blow him and swallow his loads.  He watched us fuck each other
bareback, so he could eat cum out of the other's well-fucked, cum-filled
asshole.  He really got into that!  He was sniffing and licking at us like
a dog in heat.  We finished the evening with him mounting Dave and me
fucking Will's ass bareback.  He reasoned (as Kurt had) that if we
barebacked each other, we had to be safe for him to get fucked.  Then, we
switched with Dave dumping a big load of cream up Will's eager hole while I
sucked Will off.  He left with a big smile, a butt load of cum, and a
promise from us to find some single men for him to date.

	We discussed several possibilities after we'd gone to bed.  There
were the movers, Junior from Texas (but we wondered about his partnership
potential), Rick (the airline steward), Taylor at Costco (but we'd have to
audition him first, of course), Preston in Salt Lake City, Jim and Jeff
(Steve's sons), and perhaps some of the guys from his team that he hadn't
really given a chance.  We decided to sleep on it and make some discrete
inquiries tomorrow.  As Will had already told us what he was looking for,
we had one side of the equation.

	Saturday was a gorgeous Spring day.  I mowed and edged the lawn
while Dave cleaned up more of the flowerbeds.  We checked with the local
plant nursery and ordered several plants that Joe had included on his list.
He'd recommended this particular nursery (as it was close), it had been
recommended by a friend of his in Las Vegas, and it was gay-owned.  The
ordered plants should arrive at the nursery before Joe flew in from Las
Vegas in ten days to begin working on our yard.

	Several of our neighbors were out working in their yards, too.  We
stopped and chatted with most of them.  The Cinco de Mayo party was planned
(for our house), so they wanted to chat about what they should bring and
when it would officially be held.  Dale and his wife (who lived on the
other side of us) weren't as pushy as Randy (the previous owner of our
house) had said.  They were genuinely fun to talk with.  Both of them were
digging in the dirt like the rest of us poor folks (well, not Dave and I,
now).

	Nick and Mark were working in their backyards, talking over the
fence to their new neighbors, Kurt and Gene.  Gene was mowing and Kurt was
cleaning out the flowerbeds as Dave was doing.  They didn't want to do much
with the plants as many of them would be trimmed or replaced when Joe got
done with our yard.

	I certainly hoped the weather cooperated for Joe's work on the two
yards.  A stormy week wasn't going to be fun in the mud.  However, I was
sure he was used to working in all kinds of weather.  Dave had asked him if
he was going to need some strong backs and weak minds to help him with the
heavy work, but he said that he'd already taken care of it.

	 After a couple of hours in the yard, we were ready for a shower
and dinner.  The phone recorder was blinking when we got back in the house.
Neither of us had heard the phone ring while we were outside.  But,
considering the noise of all the lawnmowers in the neighborhood, that
wasn't surprising.  Taylor had called, and so had the coaches.

	The coaches made it very clear that they were ready for some "hide
the wiener" action.  Taylor was more circumspect, but just as eager.  I
decided we'd call Taylor back first to see what he had in mind and when
he'd like to act on it.  As Dave and I undressed, I dialed.  Taylor picked
up on the second ring.

	"Hi, Taylor.  This is Mike.  We met briefly at Costco," I began.

	"Oh, yeah.  Thanks for calling back.  Ron tells me that you come as
a package deal and are really hung," he gushed.

	"Yeah, we're a package.  But, Ron exaggerates, I think,"

	"He said 9" and 11" and really thick.  And tasty buttholes, too."

	"Well, maybe he didn't exaggerate, then."

	"Wow, you mean it?"

	"Yeah, guess I do," I laughed.

	"I love eating a hot butthole while a hot stud is fuckin' me hard
and deep," Taylor continued.  "You into it?"

	"Oh, yeah," I agreed.  "We love fucking and rimming."  Dave's head
snapped up at that remark and smiled.  My dick was expanding at the
description Taylor was giving me about his talents as a bottom.  Dave's
lips closed over the head of my dick, tonguing the dripping precum from the
piss slit.

	"You taken a shower lately?" Taylor finally asked.

	"We were just headed there," I revealed.  "Been out in the yard
working most of the afternoon."

	"Don't shower!  I'll be right over and lick your sweaty butts and
balls totally clean and then you can both fuck me to death!" he promised.

	"You up for some company, Dave?" I asked as Dave moved around to my
butt and pushed me down on to the bed.

	"Taylor wanna join us?" he asked.

	"Yeah, no showers though."

	"Ah, a butt pig!"

	"That's how he explains it," I assured him.

	"How soon can he be here?"

	I gave Taylor directions.  He lived close by in an apartment
building about five minutes away.  "We'll leave the door unlocked.  Just
come through the front door and we'll be in the bedroom straight back
through the hallway and on the right.  Our aromatic, sweaty butts will be
in the air and eager for some deep tongue action," I leered.

	"I almost envy him," Dave smiled as I hung up.  "A hot sweaty ass
is one of my favorites to eat and fuck."

	Taylor was there in three minutes.  He left a trail of clothes from
the front door to the bedroom.  His hard 8" dick showed how eager he was to
get down to business.  "Gawd!  What gorgeous butts," he moaned.  He knelt
behind Dave first.  "I love black bootie," he sniffed, then plunged his
tongue deeply.  He snuffled, slurped, and licked at Dave's hole and ass
trench for nearly a minute before he remembered I was there.  With a smile,
he moved behind me and repeated the butt munching routine he'd enjoyed with
Dave.  He stayed behind me long enough to pronounce me cleaned.

	As he returned to Dave, he suggested that my dick would feel really
good in his ass.  I rolled on a condom, lubed up his hole, and pressed
forward as his tongue went deeply up Dave's channel, again.  "Fuck!" Taylor
moaned.  "Your butt is SO good!"  I pressed harder, shooting several thick
inches up his ass.  "Yeah, FUCK!  DAMN!  What a big fuckin' dick!" he
cried.  But, his face went back to Dave's ass again.  I hadn't hurt him as
much as he tried to tell me.  I crammed in the last inch and started
fucking him like I knew he wanted it, deep and hard.

	"Eat that hole, Man!" Dave ordered.  "Eat IT!"

	His talents as a bottom were overwhelming my nuts.  I was going to
cum and there wasn't a thing I could do to hold back.  How had he done this
to me so quickly?  "SHIT!" I shouted and rammed hard and fast into his
beautiful butt.  I hadn't really had time to examine him thoroughly.  He
was not a gym bunny, but had good musculature.  He stood about 5'10" as I
recalled, with brown hair and brown eyes.  But, his ass had as much talent
as his tongue.  The man was awesome!

	It was all over.  My dick blasted wads of cream into the condom.  I
pulled hard on his hips to impale him deeply on my sex horn.  "Fuck!
You're good!" he exclaimed.  "I nearly came because you fuck so well."  I
pulled out and handed him the condom.  He grinned.  "You two switch places.
I wanna eat your ass, Mike, while I pour your cum down your ass trench for
me to lap up and Dave drills my happy butt."

	Changing places as directed, I got on all fours in front of Taylor
while Dave slowly plugged into that wonderful ass I'd just fucked.  In one
long stroke, Dave slipped the entire 11" up Taylor's hole.  "OH, FUCK,
YEAH!  What a monster!  Love it!" Taylor moaned around my ass cheeks.
"Give it to me, Man!  Fuck that ass!"  Dave eagerly complied.  But, within
a couple of minutes, he suffered from the same overwhelming need to cum in
Taylor's hungry butt.

	"Ah, SHIT!" Dave cried.  He bucked hard and flopped on Taylor's
back as Taylor drove his tongue even deeper up my butthole.  It felt so
good.  I only wished I'd rolled a condom on to Taylor's dick, so I could
back up on to his thick 8" and ride him as well as Dave was riding his ass.

	But, that happened later in the evening, after dinner, along with
another session where Dave and I fucked each other bareback, so Taylor
could enjoy our butthole- flavored cum as it drained from our recently
fucked butts.  It was immediately obvious to us that Taylor and Will were a
match.  We'd be sure to introduce them.



Still to come: a new yard for Mike and Dave as well as for Kurt and Gene.
Baby news, home remodel plans for Gene and Kurt from the college students,
a Cinco de Mayo party, and SO much more.