Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 08:41:52 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 62

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

		  Chapter 62--Young, Hung and Full of Cum

	The end of May was busy.  The neighbors decided we needed a block
party.  So, on Sunday (before Memorial Day), we had a street party with our
block cordoned off by the city, and barbeques wheeled out to the middle of
the street for cooking.  Everyone was to bring their favorite meat (don't
get me started!) to barbeque for their family, a dish to share, and
something to drink.  Dave and I decided we still needed to watch our
weight, so we barbequed chicken breasts that had been marinated in fresh
limejuice and a lime/cilantro, bottled marinate.  To share, we took along a
key lime cheesecake from Costco.  Of course, it was a big hit.  Neither of
us got a piece (of cheesecake, that is).  We added a magnum of champagne to
the drinks barrel (filled with ice) one of the neighbors had provided.  The
bottle of bubbly was emptied in record time forcing us to retrieve another
from our wine fridge.

	The kids on the street had a blast.  A couple of the parents had
organized some games for the smaller kids and a different set of fun for
the older ones.  Considering there were no kids in their teen years, we
didn't have to deal with a lot of attitude or hormone imbalances.  But,
both groups had the most fun with the water balloon toss.  Even the parents
got into it and all of them got soaked.  We had a great time laughing along
with them (as we sat in the shade with the rest of the neighbors and caught
up on all the latest street gossip).

	Robert and Gary were as big a hit with the kids as Kurt and Gene.
The kids adored all of them.  But, Kurt was the big attraction.  Being
barely 19, he wasn't much more than a big kid himself.  What most intrigued
me was how unintimidated the small kids were around these giants.  The
parents were in awe of the big men's height and bulging muscles, but the
kids wanted to go for rides on their towering shoulders or be swung in big
circles by the legs.

	Again, the women (not as circumspect as at the Cinco de Mayo party
and with their husbands at a safe distance) made oblique remarks about
which one of the many gay men would be really good in bed and which one
they might be able to turn to "their side of the street" as they put it.
Dave and I laughed when they thought we'd be the easiest as we'd already
played on "their team".  However, we reminded them that we knew what "their
side" had to offer and were more than happy with our choices.  The other
gay men had little or no knowledge of what they were missing.  But, we held
out little hope for them switching sides, either.

	"Still," sighed one of the mom's, "they're awfully good with the
kids.  They'd be great dads."

	"In our gay culture," I pointed out, "they're called daddies."
After explaining to them what that meant, they all nodded in agreement.
They also agreed with one of the mom's who pointed out that I was the daddy
of the white boys and Dave, the daddy of the black ones.  I guess our age
and maturity showed a little too well.  They hadn't ignored Phil and
Farrell nor Nick and Mark in their appraisals, but they were a different
kind of man from Dave and I.  We accepted their accolades graciously, not
sure what else to do.

	Later in the week, I was getting very nervous about the rapid
appreciation of our biotech stock index fund.  It looked like it was
heading for a bubble burst, so I sold the whole biotech index fund and
invested that part of our portfolio in a hospital services index fund on
the 1st of June.  I slept better after that.

	Our banker reminded us of tax consequences from the profitable sale
of the biotech fund.  That forced us to finally search for a good tax
accountant to help us through the miasma of forms and regulations the IRS
had.  We asked the coaches, Kurt's dad, and Phil and Farrell whom they'd
recommend.  At the last minute, we asked our next-door neighbor who owned
the computer sales and services company (Nick)) for his suggestion, too.
But, Nick declined, saying that he thought his tax accountant was an idiot
and he was switching to someone else after July 1 (when his business year
ended).

	We interviewed briefly all three of their suggestions.  They were
interested, but we weren't interested in them.  Although our friends had
glowing reviews of their credentials and tax knowledge, this group of
accountants was the nerdiest bunch of social misfits we'd ever encountered.
Besides, we wanted someone gay to throw our gay money at.

	"Didn't you have some good tax lawyers where you used to work?" I
asked Dave.

	He thought about it for a few moments.  "We did have a real hot
shot tax attorney would knew the tax codes backwards and forwards, but he
left about a year ago," Dave replied thoughtfully.  "I wonder what happened
to him.  I'll bet Myrna knows," he added, jumping up to grab the phone.  He
dialed his old phone number and was put through to his old friend.  "How's
my favorite girlfriend?" Dave smiled into the phone when connected with
Myrna.

	"You old fraud," she laughed.  "How are you boys doing now that
you're rich?"

	"We're doing great, Myrna.  Doing a little volunteer work, but
mostly enjoying the pleasure of not working for a living any more," Dave
added.

	"I'll be joining you at the end of the year, thanks to you two,"
she whispered.  They evidently didn't know of her early retirement plans,
yet.

	"Besides wanting to hear your melodious voice," Dave segued, "I was
hoping you knew how I could find Brent Summerhays, that tax lawyer who quit
about a year ago."

	"You must be clairvoyant, Dave," Myrna whispered into the receiver.
"Can we meet for lunch soon?  This is the kinda news I can't discuss now."

	"Yeah, sure," Dave agreed rapidly.  I nodded in confirmation,
listening in on the phone in the sunroom.  "Today?"

	"About 12:30?" she asked conspiratorially.

	"Done.  We'll pick you up in front of the building promptly at
12:30," Dave confirmed.  They broke the connection.  "Well, I wonder what
that's all about?"  I shrugged.

	But, at 12:30, we had whisked her away from the building and were
heading toward a Mexican restaurant that we'd heard many good reviews
about.  It was probably three miles away from the office, so Myrna felt
secure.  And she'd eaten there before, so she agreed with our restaurant
choice.  After we'd ordered our lunches, she launched into an intriguing
tale.

	"Brent did leave about a year ago, but it was all hush-hush as to
why.  He was so sharp everyone thought he left to launch his own tax and
legal practice," Myrna began.  "But, the real truth of the matter was that
he was forced out by that old fossil, Mason.  Brent's gay!"

	Dave was stunned.  I smiled.  "I'll be damned!" Dave exclaimed.  "I
had no idea.  That must have been about the time that Mike and I got
together.  I guess my gaydar wasn't working all that well, then."

	"Gaydar?" Myrna asked perplexed.  After Dave explained it to her,
she laughed.  "You boys have a vocabulary all of your own.  Too bad women
don't have this gaydar thing.  They wouldn't waste so much of their time
chasing some hunk that they'll never get."  It would save everyone a lot of
time if they did, we agreed.  "Anyway, Brent was one of the former
employees that Leon and I contacted and let them know that they had
possible legal action against their former firm.  Brent declined, saying he
couldn't afford the scandal.  I guess he's still in the closet, as you
say."

	"You still have his number?" I asked.  "We need a good tax attorney
or accountant because of our investments."

	"You mean they aren't tanking like mine?"

	"I guess we're just lucky," Dave put in.  "But, most of it's tied
up in high-yield and tax-exempt bonds with a solid return."

	"I keep thinking it'll get better," she sighed.

	"It will, but we don't know when that'll be any better than the
next poor soul," Dave sighed.  "You have a good mix of investments?"

	"Yeah, scattered from conservative to modest.  I'm getting too
close to retirement to have any money in the aggressive side of the
market," Myrna revealed.

	"So, you have his current number?" Dave pressed.

	"Oh, sure.  Right here.  I brought it with me," she said fishing in
her purse.  Locating it, she slid the piece of paper across the table to
Dave.  "You didn't get this from me, and we haven't had this conversation,"
she smiled.  "I've still gotta work for those jackasses for another seven
months," she added laughing poisonously.  Clearly, you don't want to get on
Myrna's bad side.

	"Thanks, Myrna," Dave smiled genuinely back at her, patting her
hand.  "You're a peach.  And how is Leon doing?"

	"He left last month and went to work for the competition down the
street," she laughed heartily.  "The partners had a collective coronary
over it.  They offered more money, but he said the atmosphere was poisoned
here, and he couldn't (in good conscience) work here anymore, where good
people were treated so shabbily.  When, they asked what he meant, he
mentioned your name, Dave.  They paid him off and he never looked back."

	"Just how did Mason find out about Brent's predilection for men
instead of women?" Dave asked.

	"You know, I have no idea," Myrna mused.  "I only know what I
overheard the old goat say about that 'damned fag' as he put it."

	"I guess we'll just have to ask him personally," I smiled
mischievously.  "Thanks for the number Myrna.  Now, tell us what you'll be
doing when you retire."  Myrna was moving south as soon as she retired to
one of the sun-belt cities.  She hadn't chosen one yet, but was narrowing
it down to Phoenix, Tucson, or San Diego and their suburbs.  Of course, as
all retirees say, she would be doing some traveling, but that depended on
how well her investments did.  After a great lunch, we returned to her
office, then, stopped by to see Leon at the "competition".  Leon welcomed
us with open arms and a private conference room to chat.  He obviously
loved his new job.

	"They treat me like one of the experienced attorneys.  They're
always running stuff by me to see if it makes legal sense and for some
ideas on case law," Leon laughed.  "But, for what they're payin' me, I
should be doing a lot more.  I almost feel guilty, but not guilty enough to
return the money," he guffawed.

	Dave asked about how his wife and kids were doing.  He mentioned
that his eldest son was finishing college on a track scholarship with a
degree in business, graduating in two weeks.  The second son would be a
junior in the fall.  The youngest was going to start college in September,
finishing high school in the top 2% of his class in another week.  He was
the one that Leon worried about the most.  The youngest often felt
overwhelmed by the success of his two older brothers and often thought he
was a failure, even though he had great grades and was a good athlete like
this two brothers.  Regardless of the number of times Leon told him that he
needed to live up to his own potential, and wasn't being compared to his
brothers, the inevitable comparisons were made at school, anyway.
Academically, he was a far better student, but he didn't easily make
friends like the two older boys had.  Dave and I exchanged a knowing
glance.

	"You think it would do any good for me to talk to him?" Dave asked.
"He might listen to another brutha who has already been there.  I was sort
of athletic, but not good enough to really play on the varsity teams by the
time I got into college.  So, I had to concentrate on my academic career
while in school."

	"It certainly couldn't hurt," Leon sighed.  "I don't know how I'll
talk him into meeting with you though, Dave."

	"Leave that to me," Dave said.  "What kind of interests does he
have?  Anything outside of school?"

	"Not really," Leon sighed.  "He comes home right after school,
completes his homework, and camps in front of the computer or television
until bedtime."

	"Weekends?" Dave pressed.

	"Hangs out with friends at the malls, sometimes going to movies,
you know, teenager stuff," Leon smiled.

	I smiled having hit upon an idea.  "How about cars?" I asked.

	"Nuts about them," Leon revealed.  "How will that help?"

	"Does he have his driver's license?" I continued.

	"Yeah, he got it a couple of years ago, right after he turned 16.
You have something in mind, Mike?"

	"You take him to the annual auto shows, Leon?"

	"More now than ever."

	"Which cars does he like the most?"

	"Loves the concept cars as well as the convertibles and the
high-end cars like Mercedes, Lexus, BMW.  He really looks down his nose at
the Lincolns and Cadillacs.  He says they're junk with a fancy price and a
good ten years behind the Germans and Japanese," Leon related.  "I don't
know if they're that far behind, but the Americans still haven't figured
out how to compete with a lot of the foreign brands."

	"Has he ever been to the Lexus dealership?" I smiled.  Dave saw
where I was going.

	"We have a friend who sells them.  I'm sure we could get a real
tour and all the gossip about future models.  He'd be able to sit in them
as well as probably drive one," Dave allowed.

	"He'd love it," Leon grinned.  "How should I set it up?"

	"I'll leave that to you," Dave suggested.  "And you should suggest
it for a weekend.  Our friend doesn't work on Monday and Tuesday, and we'd
have more time on a Saturday or Sunday.  That work for you?"

	 "You bet it does.  How soon you wanna do this?"

	"We're retired, so all of our weekends can be opened up if we need
to," I proposed.

	"How about this weekend, then?  He's done with his finals this
week," Leon offered.

	We looked at each other and nodded.  "This weekend would be fine.
Saturday?"  Dave asked.

	"Okay," Leon agreed.  "In case he has something going on with his
friends on Saturday, I'll call to confirm tonight."  With closure, we
thanked Leon again for being our spy at Dave's employer.  We owed him a
great deal.  But, he said he'd been more than amply compensated by our
generous gift to his retirement account.

	Leon confirmed that Saturday would work for his son, Benjamin.  Ben
would be ready to hit the dealership by eleven (teenagers always sleep late
on weekends).  We'd called Jeremy already to confirm that he'd be working
on Saturday and was ready to show us around.  He'd also promised to have
special brochures and some Lexus trinkets to give Ben when we got there.

	Ben's a tall, slender kid, probably 6'4" and weighs about 170
pounds soaking wet.  He's a good-looking kid, a little on the shy side, but
after only a few minutes, you knew he was very bright.  He didn't flaunt
it, but he was smart!  He'd aced all his college prep classes with a
straight "A" average.  Riding over with us, he thanked us for taking him to
the Lexus dealership.  This was a car line he always drooled over whenever
he saw one on the road.  He knew his dad would never take him there, and
the dealer would ignore a black kid just finishing high school.

	Dave parked in one of the customer spaces.  We walked into the
showroom looking for Jeremy.  He was talking with another of the sales
staff when he spotted us.  His big grin caused Ben to sputter.  "Damn!
What a muscle-head!" he muttered before catching himself.  He blushed.  I
wasn't sure if he meant that as a compliment or a put- down.  But, from the
way he was blushing and staring in awe of Jeremy, I think he meant it as a
compliment.  Jeremy's suit coat bulged with big muscles in all the right
places.  Even his slacks were tight across the thighs and ass.  Ben noticed
the hot ass as Jeremy turned to retrieve the brochures he'd set aside for
Ben.

	"So, you like the Lexus automobiles, Ben?" Jeremy smiled, handing
the teenager three brochures (two of them were special versions reserved
for people who were serious about ordering or buying the LS430 or the
SC430).  Ben nodded mutely, smiling dumbly at the good-looking hunk in
front of him.  "Good!" Jeremy boomed.  "Let's go take a look at a few of
them, then.  You interested in the SUV's or you want just the sedans, or
maybe that hot, new convertible?" he laughed, seeing right through Ben's
lust for the new SC430.  "Yeah, Man!  It's a hot car and selling like mad.
We only have one here today.  And it's already sold."  Ben's disappointment
registered right away on his young face.  "I'll find the keys, and you can
at least sit in it, but no one can drive it, except the new owner.  It's
sold," Jeremy repeated.

	Retrieving the keys, he opened the sleek, new, "arrest me" RED
convertible.  "Just about everything is standard on this car," Jeremy
started with the sales pitch, demonstrating several features we'd already
seen in Uncle Clay's LS430 as well as the demo that Jeremy had been driving
around last month.  With Ben sitting in the driver's seat, he showed Ben
how easily the top lowered and concealed itself in the trunk and how
quickly and effortlessly the top reattached itself.  Ben was awed!  With
the top down, trunk space was almost laughable.  But, you had to expect
that in a car this small.

	It was a very warm day in June.  Jeremy's dark suit was making him
hot, so he removed the suit jacket.  Ben's eyes bulged out as Jeremy's
muscles rippled and bunched beneath the snug white shirt.  "So, Ben, how
about a couple of the big sedans?  You don't look like the kinda guy who'd
be interested in the smaller ones," he added, punching Ben in the shoulder
and laughing.  Ben nearly swooned at the contact.  Again, he nodded mutely.

	We walked around the lot for another 30 minutes before heading back
to the showroom.  We'd parked our butts in six different LS430's, each a
different color and list of options from the stripped down to the fully
loaded.  The fully loaded one was the black beauty that Jeremy had been
driving all during the month of May as the top sales person the previous
month.  When Jeremy suggested that we "go for a spin" in the demo, Ben
pounced on the idea.  Jeremy drove it off the lot as required, but pulled
over a couple of blocks later to allow Dave, and then me, to drive.  He sat
in the back seat with Ben for most of the trip, keeping up a stream of
sales palaver.  Before returning to the dealership, Jeremy suggested that
we let Ben drive.  He was as excited as a teenager could get without
wetting his pants.

	"Ease out into traffic, Ben, then, let's hit the freeway for the
ride back home," Jeremy suggested.  We headed toward the freeway, finding
the entry ramp easily enough.  Ben turned on to it with skill and maturity.
He didn't "hot-dog" the car like I knew he wanted to.  As we gained speed,
Jeremy turned in the front passenger seat to talk more to us.  "Oh, you got
a big truck coming up behind you, Ben.  Goose it!"  Ben acted instantly,
flooring the accelerator.  The car leaped forward, a quietly throaty rumble
emanating from under the hood.  Even at full throttle, the car was quiet!
In less than five seconds, we were traveling in excess of 70 miles per
hour.  "Out of danger now, Ben.  You can back off."  The teenager had
already let up considerably on the accelerator, but we were still gaining
momentum.  He backed off completely, steering through Saturday afternoon
traffic effortlessly.  "You're a great driver, Ben.  Good reactions and
good skills will keep you out of trouble on the road," Jeremy added.  "Take
the next exit and we'll head back to the barn."

	Before we returned to the dealership, Jeremy put Dave in the
driver's seat with Ben and I in the back.  "It wouldn't make the boss happy
if he saw Ben driving his favorite car," he laughed.  "But, treating
today's kids with respect will get them in here later when they can afford
us.  You sold, Ben?"

	"Yeah, I'll take a dozen," Ben laughed.  "Great cars, Jeremy.
Thanks a lot, Man," he added squeezing Jeremy's big shoulder with his
equally big hand.  "You built, Man!  You gotta work out a lot!"

	"That I do, Ben," Jeremy smiled.  "And you could look like this,
too, without a lot of effort.  You got the basic build and frame to make it
all happen."

	"You gotta be shittin' me, Dude!" Ben laughed.  "Oh, sorry about
the mouth," he quickly apologized.  "Dad'd skin me alive hearing me say
that in front of my elders," he grinned.

	"I'm not shittin' ya, Ben," Jeremy said seriously, turning around
in the front seat to look directly at Ben.  "You got a lot of potential, my
man.  Don't be short-changing yourself.  You can do anything you want."

	"Yeah, well," Ben protested weakly.

	"You got an older brother, doncha?" Jeremy asked perceptively.

	"Yeah, two, both of them talented beyond reason.  I just can't keep
up."

	"Why would you want to?  You're your own man.  Do what you do the
best way you know how," Jeremy suggested.  "They big-time athletic types?"

	"Yeah, BIG-time."

	"And you don't measure up to them, right?" Jeremy asked, boring in.

	"They're WAY head of me," he moaned.  "I'll never be as good as
they are."

	"They got a shot at the pros?" Jeremy asked.

	"Probably not.  That's next to impossible to break into.  You gotta
be REALLY good to get selected in the draft," Ben related.

	"So, what are they gonna do with all their athletic skills?" Jeremy
kept pushing.  "They aren't gonna be pros, so they'll be weekend athletes
and need a real job to pay the bills.  You've already figured out that
academic knowledge is your strength.  And from my experience, that'll get
you farther in life than athletics.  So, go with your strengths.  Stop
trying to be your brothers.  Be you!" he added with finality, as Dave
pulled into the space reserved for the demo car.  "Besides," he added as we
climbed out of the car, "brainy guys make more money and buy more Lexus'
from me than the pro athletes in town!" he laughed.

	Ben laughed at that, too.  "Thanks for the joy ride, Jeremy," Ben
said offering his hand.  "You're a great guy."

	"I'm glad you came in, too, Ben," taking Ben's offered hand and
squeezing it meaningfully.  Then, he clapped Ben warmly on the shoulder.
"Maybe we can do something about working out together to get you started on
getting a solid build like mine, and sell you a Lexus after you get that
first great job out of college," he grinned.  "How about a couple of
doodads to impress your friends?"  Jeremy handed him a box from the glove
compartment.  "A chrome plated Lexus symbol on a silver chain, a Lexus key
ring, and Lexus cup that fits conveniently in the cup holder of the LS430."

	"WOW!  Thanks, Jeremy!  This is GREAT!" Ben gushed appreciatively.

	"As for you two millionaires, when are you gonna buy one of these
from me?" he smiled at us.

	"We kinda like these old beaters we have now," Dave smiled back at
him.

	"Make you a helluva deal," Jeremy offered.  "You're good friends
and I'd do right by you."  He walked us back to Dave's Beemer.  "Besides,
you've got trade-ins to help lower the cost."  Always wanting to make the
sale, I thought.

	"Thanks again for showing us around, Jeremy," I said as Ben crawled
into the back seat of our car.  "And thanks for saying just the right thing
to Ben.  That was the whole point of this excursion was to get him to stop
trying so damned hard to outdo his elder brothers."

	"I know exactly what he's going through.  I have an older brother,
too, who was THE star and was good at everything.  I nearly hated him, but
I also tried to emulate him.  It was very hard until I figured out that I
had to stop competing with him and start leading my own life," Jeremy
smiled.  "I was out of high school before I figured that one out."

	"Some of us are really late bloomers about other things, too," Dave
sighed.

	"Yeah, I hope he doesn't make the same mistakes we did at that age.
You can't deny who you are, not even to yourself," Jeremy nodded towards
Ben.  He turned and whispered to us.  "Gay, right?"

	"Well, my gaydar said 'yes' before we got here," I ventured.  Dave
nodded.  "And the way he was drooling over you, I think it's pretty
certain, now."

	"And how!" Dave observed.  "I thought he was gonna suck you off
right there in the lot when he was sitting in the convertible and your
crotch was nearly in his face.  I know he was hoping to see some dick
outlined, but those slacks aren't very revealing."

	"How about if I come over Sunday night and show you just how big it
gets?" he whispered.  "Or maybe you could fuck my ass tag-team like Kurt
and Gene do?"

	"You're always welcome in our bed," Dave smiled.  I looked down as
Jeremy's crotch.  The muscles in his legs had flexed, stretching the fabric
tightly across his crotch.  His hot, bubble butt had made the thickness of
Jeremy's dick obvious to anyone within thirty feet.  Dave glanced inside
the car.

	Ben was panting with lust as he stared openly at the thick tube in
Jeremy's trousers.  He opened the door a few inches and said, "I'm dying in
here.  This car gets hot in a hurry.  You guys coming soon?"

	"Right away, Ben," Dave smiled back to him.

	With a round of handshakes and smiles (hugs and kisses would have
been totally inappropriate, but I did cop a feel of his hard ass when he
leaned in to talk to Jeremy (after Dave had rolled the windows down to cool
off the car).  "Later, Jeremy," I whispered as my hand closed over his
right bubble bun.  He stood and smiled.

	"Sunday night for sure, then?" he confirmed, running the flat of
his hand over my erect left nipple.  My dick was already half-hard.  That
contact raced me up to a full- fledged hard-on.

	"You are gonna get so fucked!" I promised him in a whisper.

	"I'm counting on it," he said in a louder voice.

	I sat in the car, adjusting my dick so it wasn't so bunched up in
my Levi's.  But, my t-shirt still showed my erect nipples and hard pecs.
Glancing into Dave's lap as I put on my seatbelt, I saw that he'd been
affected by all the talk of hot sex later.  His tubesteak was already
leaking a pronounced wet spot into his Levi's.  For our mutual sakes, it
was best that Ben was in the back seat.  He didn't need to be staring at
two more obviously big dicks in tight pants.  Jeremy's inflated hose was
enough (even if it were partially camouflaged in loose slacks).

	Dave pulled out of the Lexus lot and headed for home.  "That's one
big dude," Ben said over the blast of the air conditioning at full power.
I looked back at him and smiled.

	"He's a big guy with amazing muscles.  We've worked out with him.
The guy's awesome!" I concluded.

	"How long have you two been a couple?" Ben innocently asked.  Dave
and I nearly lost it.  Dave glanced abruptly into the rearview mirror and I
gulped, wondering where THAT question had come from.

	"About a year," Dave finally answered.

	"You live together from the beginning?" Ben pressed.

	"Uh, well, it's not that easy to explain where the beginning was,"
Dave deflected weakly.

	"Oh?  Complications?"

	"You could say that," I smiled.  I looked over at Dave.  He glanced
my way and sighed.  He knew Ben wasn't going to let that kind of response
suffice.

	"Such as?" he asked.

	Dave sighed, again.  There was no going back now.  "You sure you
wanna know, Ben?  This is pretty intense stuff for a guy your age."

	"I'm more world-wise than you think I am," he insisted.

	"Well, it's like this," Dave began.  He went through the whole
litany of how we met, and how we'd gotten closer, but left out the steamy
parts of how I seduced him and sucked his dick and ate his ass.  However,
that only intrigued Ben more.

	"How'd you do it, Mike?  How'd you get him to go all the way with
ya? What'd ya say?" Ben begged to know.

	"Uh, let's take a recess here and let me ask you a few questions,"
I parried.  "This'll get very graphic if I answer your questions, Ben.  You
interested in man-to-man sex?"

	"I'd better be," he chortled.  We looked questioningly at him.
"I've been workin' that side of the street for nearly three years now.
But, if my family finds out, I'm pigeon poop."  We laughed at his odd
choice of words.  But, it did explain how he felt about coming out to his
family.

	Dave saw where and why Ben was pursuing this line of questioning.
"You got someone in mind that you wanna seduce, doncha?"  Ben nodded,
embarrassed that he'd been seen through so quickly.  "Thought so," Dave
confirmed to all.  "You gotta know that each situation is different and
guys are turned on by different things.  So, how Mike got me to switch
teams won't necessarily work for your situation."

	"I kinda knew that already, Dave," Ben smiled.  "I need more arrows
in my quiver, so I can bag this hot guy.  And I can't do that if I only
know a couple of approaches."  His logic was tight.  "Besides," he smiled,
"I love a good story with lots of hot details."

	"So, wanna tell us who your target is?" I asked.

	"A dude at school.  He's in my class, graduating with me next week.
Smart, funny, handsome, HOT beyond belief, and he's a friend, which
complicates it a bunch," Ben sighed.

	"What've you done to get him warmed up?" Dave asked.

	"Besides making a damned fool of myself every time I see him?" Ben
laughed.  "Oh, drool on him, scope out his awesome ass and big dick in the
showers, you know, subtle stuff."  We laughed, again.  But, that wasn't
helping answer his question.

	"You ever catch him checkin' you out?" I inquired.

	"Yeah, a few times, he was checkin' my rod or my ass when I'd bend
over to put on pants or shoes," Ben smiled, but not very innocently.  "Lots
of guys were checkin' my dick, though.  It was pretty embarrassing.  I'd
get a woodie in the showers after gym class on more than one occasion.
Hard to miss something that big."  I wanted SO badly to ask how big, but
knew I'd better not.

	"You sleep over?" Dave continued.

	"Yeah, several times, but nothing ever came of it, other than I
know he jacked off when he thought I was asleep.  But, so did I."

	"He say anything about your piece?" Dave pursued.

	"Yeah, kinda funny how he said it."

	"Yeah?" I blurted out.

	"Yeah.  He said, 'You could satisfy anyone with a dick that big'.
I thought it kinda odd at the time that he didn't put a gender on it."

	"That's encouraging," Dave observed.  "Anything else?"

	"The first time I popped wood in the showers, he asked me to spend
the night with him.  It was innocent, because he'd done it many times
before.  I woke up with serious wood a couple of times and I know he was
awake because of the way he was breathing.  And once I woke up on my side
and his asshole was pressed right up against my hard dick.  But, that time,
I know he was asleep.  The whole scene was so strange.  But, I'm such a
sound sleeper, it could have happened a lot more times."

	"Hmm," Dave mused.  "There's more going on here than teenage
hormones."

	"He like to be with you, sit next to you at lunch, for instance?" I
probed.

	"He likes to sit next to me when we're just jammin'.  Like RIGHT
next to me.  When we're with friends, though, like in the cafeteria, he
sits at more of a distance."

	"I think he's hot for ya, Ben," Dave concluded.  "He's not sure how
to approach you.  He's terrified of what you'd say if he just blurted it
out.  He doesn't wanna lose you as a friend, just like you don't wanna lose
him."

	"More than once we've gotten some powerful wood going just sitting
next to each other or laying on the bed with our clothes on, but I thought
it was just because we were always horny and didn't need a reason to get
stiff," Ben offered.

	"There is that possibility, Ben," I allowed.  "But, not likely.
Not with the other cues he's giving you."

	"So, how'd you seduce Dave on that fateful day"? Ben asked getting
us back to the point of his questioning.  We glanced at each other as Dave
pulled into our driveway.  Because Ben was going to be the seducer, I
thought I should tell him the event from my perspective.  We walked into
the house and I recounted the tale.  Dave added a few details, cataloguing
his responses and thoughts for each one of my advances.

	Despite his baggy pants, Ben was showing off a very large dick
snaking down his left leg.  He adjusted himself more than once to get
comfortable.  We followed his lead, needing relief from cramped dicks in
our tight Levi's.  As I was getting to the place where I was collecting my
bet, the large, tall frame of Kurt loomed into the back yard, his handsome
face grinning through the glass in the back door.  Dave stood to let him
in, showing off his 11" monster dick.  Ben sat mesmerized at Dave's
outlined trouser trout.

	Dave let Kurt in, stepping aside to let the big man pass through
the doorway into the sunroom.  He stopped abruptly.  "Ben!  Dude!  How's it
hangin'?" he advanced to shake Ben's hand.  Ben stood, displaying an
obvious mound in his baggy pants.  But, Kurt was concentrating on Ben's
beaming face, not his baggy shorts.

	"I have to assume you know each other," I said dryly.

	"Oh, yeah, Ben's one of the really smart kids who took classes at
least one grade level above his classmates.  I had a couple of classes with
him," Kurt revealed.

	"How's college, Kurt?" Ben asked, genuinely glad to see a former
classmate.

	"Great!  I think I aced all my classes."

	"You live around here?" Ben asked, putting two and two together.

	"Yeah, right behind," he indicated, pointing toward the property
behind us.

	"Convenient to have a gate," Ben smiled knowingly.

	"Oh, yeah, VERY!" Kurt laughed.  "And how do you know these old
reprobates?"

	Dave inserted himself into the conversation before Kurt blabbed too
much.  "His dad and I used to work together.  We thought we'd go out and
see Jeremy at the Lexus dealership as Ben loves those cars and we've been
thinking about getting a different car for one or both of us."

	"Oh, yeah?  You met Jeremy?" Kurt smiled back at Ben.

	"Yeah, AWESOME dude!" Ben nearly shouted.  "Muscles everywhere,
almost as awesome as you, Kurt.  You've really put on the bulk.  Looks
great on ya, Dude!"

	"Thanks," Kurt grinned back.  "I owe it all to my boyfriend who
weight trains professional football players."

	"You're SHITTING me, Man!  No fuckin' WAY!  A boyfriend!  YOU?" Ben
laughed.

	"Sure, Ben," Kurt said seriously.  "The guy's totally buff and I
love him.  Surely you can't have been blind to the fact I'm gay?"

	"I never thought of it.  You're such a hot, huge guy.  But, I never
did see you walkin' the chicks to class.  You were always with your
buddies.  How many of those are gay, too,' Ben wondered.

	"Several!" Kurt laughed.  "You play on my team, too?"

	"Yeah, but this isn't known to many guys, nor my family," he
confided.

	"Well, I've heard about how well-hung you are," Kurt said.  "I
always wondered."

	"Where'd you hear that?"

	"A couple of the guys on the basketball team told me that you'd
sprouted some major wood in the showers, but lots of guys do that, so no
one assumed anything about it," Kurt revealed.  "But, those guys sure were
interested in finding out how good it would feel up their butts," he added
laughing.  "Major bottoms, both of them."

	"Damn!  I wish I'd known that, then!" Ben said shaking his head.
"I wouldn't have had so many days with a serious case of blue balls."

	"You seeing anyone right now?" Kurt asked.

	"Nah, I was just asking Mike and Dave how they met, and some advice
on how to seduce this dude from school," Ben said.

	"Wait'll I tell ya what Mike did to me!" Kurt laughed.  "Cradle
robber!" he giggled pointing at me.

	"You'd have fucked with you, too, not knowing all the essential
details!" I defended.

	Ben looked amused.  "I love a good story," he smiled, sitting next
to me.  "Tell me how you seduced this hunk, Daddy," he laughed, putting his
big hands on my knees, and looking into my eyes.

	"That's what did it for me," Kurt sighed.  "He's even more of a
daddy now than he was then.  But, it was obvious to me that long ago, that
he could teach me all I needed to know."  He told the story of how he'd met
me in the park and the torrid affair we'd had until he revealed his age.
Of course, I had to butt in and describe Kurt's physical attributes at that
tender age.  Ben nodded in sympathy.  He might have made the same mistake
himself, he declared.

	"You guys fuck around?" Ben blatantly asked the three of us after
hearing Kurt's story.

	"You propositioning us, Ben?" Dave asked with a leer.

	"Yeah, you know it, Dave.  I saw that monster dick in your pants
when you got up to let Kurt in.  And I saw Mike's at the dealership.  I
assume that Kurt's dick has grown even bigger since he was 14," Ben smiled
evilly.

	"Looks like you're packin' a lot, too, Ben," Kurt smiled directly
at Ben's crotch.  :"How big's that thing get?  And don't tell me you've
never measured it.  All big-dicked guys know how big it is."

	Ben smiled in acknowledgement.  "Eleven inches."

	"Damn!" I blustered.  "He's hung as big as you are Dave!"

	"Thick?" Dave asked suspiciously.

	"Average thickness from my meager experience," Ben responded.

	"Whatcha got in mind, Ben?" Dave asked, slightly relieved.

	"Fucking and sucking until everyone blasts a big load," Ben
suggested.  "You guys into anything more kinky?"

	"Depends on your definition, I guess," Kurt volunteered.  "How
about rimming?"  Ben's eyes lit up in a positive response.  "Kissing?"  A
big nod of agreement came from Ben.  "Being restrained by powerful muscles
as your butt is being hammered unmercifully by a big dick?"

	"Yeah!  I love being raped by big men!"

	"Can't rape the willing, Ben!" I opined.

	Ben smiled broadly.  "I know.  But, I love being held down by a big
dude and fucked to death!  The one thing I've always wanted to do is get
gang raped by a bunch of big guys.  Looks like I just got lucky!"

	"But, we always play safe," Dave pointed out.

	"You have to," Ben agreed.  "But, one of these days, I'm gonna find
a man that I can settle down with and we'll fuck bareback all the time.
I've always wanted to know what it feels like to have a big dude hose my
hole with a huge, hot load deep in my ass."

	"It's great!" the three big men said in unison.  Kurt told the tale
of his 18th birthday in our bed and how that was celebrated bareback.  Dave
and I told him about our barebacking with each other, confirming Ben's
desire to eventually do it.

	By then, we were in the bedroom, clothes strewn about the hallway
and bedroom floor, mighty erections dripping precum.  Ben was hypnotized by
Kurt's 12" monster.  "Gotta have that in my butt for sure," he'd insisted.

	"You ever had one this big before?" Kurt asked warily.

	"Yeah, Khalil and I used to fuck each other brainless," Ben said.
"But, he got a boyfriend and that ended that."

	"Big?" Dave asked before I could.

	"About this size," Ben smiled, grabbing the throbbing butt ripper
pulsing before Kurt's hard, muscular body.  "Big nuts like Khalil's, too,"
he added hefting the big orbs in their hairy sack.  He bent over and smiled
over his shoulder.  "I feel like a million, but one at a time, please," he
squawked in his best Mae West voice.

	As he'd made it very clear that Kurt was the one he wanted most,
the big teenager moved behind Ben and pushed him on to the bed.  Ben's
narrow ass wiggled high above the bed.  "Eat it, Dude!"  Kurt pulled the
round, bubble buns apart and looked deeply between the twin orbs.

	"Yeah, HOT hole, Ben," he sniffed.  "REAL HOT!" he added taking
another whiff, then buried his nose and tongue in Ben's butt trench.

	"Ah, FUCK, YEAH!" Ben bellowed, raising up on to his hands and
knees and pressing his beautiful ass harder into Kurt's face.

	"I thought I'd find you in here," came a voice from behind us.  I
turned sharply and grinned.  Gene had come looking for his lover when he
hadn't returned quickly.  He knew very well how much Kurt loved to fuck
with us.  But, so did he.  "And who's your new friend?"

	Kurt pulled away briefly from his butt munching to introduce Gene
to Ben and give a brief explanation (between more butt licks) of how they
knew each other.  Dave added the part of how we knew Ben.  "No wonder you
bulked up, Dude!" Ben said between moans of pleasure.  "He's totally buff!"
He smiled and closed his eyes again to wallow in the pleasure Kurt was
delivering to his eager butt.  "As good as Kurt is at butt eating, you
gotta have a nice ass to eat, Gene.  Why not come over here and I'll
demonstrate that I know how, too?"

	Gene pulled himself away from my mouth that had attached to his
thick dick and from Dave's kisses to assume his new position.  Gene moved
in front of Ben and backed up to wave his muscled, hard ass in front of the
teenager.  "Fuckin' AWESOME, Dude!"  Ben whispered before his tongue snaked
out to connect directly to his intended target.  We felt left out for only
a moment.  Dave's tight body moved around to the head of the bed and
flipped on to his back.  He scooted down until Gene's long tongue could
reach Dave's asshole.  I'd walked around behind Kurt and connected to his
muscled rump with my searching tongue.

	For several more minutes, the happy group of five munched butt and
moaned.  But, this was more than Kurt could endure, so he broke up out
little daisy chain, lubed up Ben's ass, rolled a condom on to his 12"
monster, and pressed forward.  Ben sighed with pleasure, pushing back.
Kurt's big dickhead entered easily, followed by several thick inches before
he halted and pulled nearly all the way out.  "HOT!  Totally HOT ass!"
Kurt moaned.  He pulled Ben upright, away from eating Gene's ass and kissed
him.

	Gene grabbed a condom, rolled it on the 11", slightly curving to
the left, black dick of the randy teenager and backed on to it.  Ben's hips
shot forward, immensely enjoying the tight, hungry butthole of the
professional strength coach.  Gene backed hard on to the monstrous, black
dick and sighed.  He was used to taking Kurt who was even longer and
thicker.  Dave had scooted down farther for Gene to continue munching on
his black asshole.  Kurt was working hard on getting his dick buried up
Ben's ass, so there was little I could do to stay connected to his butthole
with my tongue.

	I decided that sitting on Dave's face would be a nice change of
pace for both of us.  I assumed a 69 position with him, my butt in his face
and my mouth sucking as much of his 11" monster as I could.  Gene's tongue
was working its magic on Dave's tight pucker.  But, Ben's hole was
evidently as talented as Robocop's butt, because Kurt was cumming in a
roar!

	"FUCK!  CUMMMING!" Kurt moaned, slamming hard into Ben's eager
butt, forcing Ben ever harder into Gene's hungry hole.  Kurt grabbed Ben's
chest and squeezed him in a bear hug, hammering the teenager's ass with
savage thrusts of breeding desire.  His heavy breathing and unrelenting
thrusts deposited his creamy sperm into Ben's condom-protected ass channel.
Calming slowly, Kurt exited Ben's butt.  However, Ben was still enjoying
Kurt's lover's hungry ass.  He leaned in harder, stroking deeply and
pulling out to the last inch before racing forward again.

	"I want Dave in my ass next," Ben asked, pile driving into Gene
with renewed vigor.

	Dave pushed me away and assumed a deeply satisfying position behind
Ben, plugging in his condom-encased, 11", black cock to the root.  "DAMN!
So fuckin' thick!" Ben breathed.  "Hammer my hole, Man!  I need it, BAD!"
Of course, Dave obliged the eager teenager with long strokes of thick,
monster dick into his well-fucked hole.  But, quickly, he suffered the same
fate that Kurt had.  Perhaps, me sucking on his dick had lit the fires, but
Ben surely had all the right muscle controls to get Dave off.  Within three
more minutes, Dave was blasting his hot, spermy load into a stretched
condom deep in Ben's hole.

	"Shit!" Dave cried laughing, pulling his still enormous dick out of
the black kid's butt.  "You work those muscle TOO well for my dick, Ben."

	"I want Gene in my ass next," Ben directed.

	Gene pulled away from the big 11" dick that had recently been
spearing his hole and signed.  "Real nice dick, Ben.  I'll bet you
satisfied better than half your high school with that bull horn."

	"Don't I wish," Ben sighed as Gene's 10", white dick slid easily
into the randy ass that had already been fucked and enjoyed by two bigger
dicked men.  "Oh, yeah!  Feels SO good!" Ben whispered huskily.  "What a
stud on my back!"  Gene flexed his awesome muscles, so Ben could feel them
even more.  He squeezed the teenager in his massive arms, slicing his big,
condomed dick deeply into Ben's raw ass.  Ben leaned down and whispered in
my ear as I backed on to his very hard, newly bagged, 11" dick, "I saved
the best for last.  You, Daddy!"

	His 11" dick did hit the same spots that Dave's 11" dick did for
depth, but didn't stretch my butt channel nearly as much, nor did it rub
those special places that Dave knew so well.  Still, it was a nice, big
dick in my ass.  He flattened himself out on my back as Gene pounded his
ass.  I held us all up with my strong arms and legs.

	Dave moved in front of me and offered his beautiful butt for me to
eat.  With the big dick in my butt, what I really wanted to do was fuck
Dave's ass.  But, before I could verbalize that thought, Gene was thrusting
hard and fast into Ben on his last strokes to climax.  "GAWD!  YES!" Gene
howled.  He bucked and fucked as hard as he could atop the two men below
him, blasting as much sperm as his big nuts had manufactured up Ben's hole.

	My arms were weakening, but Ben wasn't.  His pistoning dick was no
longer keeping time with Gene's thrusts, but was going for his own sperm
ejaculation.  In one powerful, final thrust, Ben slammed into my ass and
lost all control.  His hips continued to punch forward, but the rest of his
body flopped on my back.  If it hadn't been for Gene's hard body
sandwiching him between us, Ben would have fucked himself right off my
back.

	When Gene recovered enough control, he pushed off Ben's back and
pulled out.  "What a great ass!" Gene sighed.

	"You're the best fuck of all of them, Daddy," Ben whispered in my
ear as he kissed my right ear lobe.  "Now," he said in a louder voice,
"Mike's turn!"  He stretched out on the bed, his round ass slightly
elevated.  "Rape ME!" he begged.  I bagged my dick and moved atop him.

	Breathing in his ear, I asked, "You want me to make love to you or
rape your ass like you begged?"

	"Make love to me later," he whispered back.  "Rape ME!" he begged
again in the louder voice.  I plunged hard into his yielding hole in one
fast stroke.  He groaned with appreciation.  No small wonder that everyone
else had cum so quickly.  His ass was incredibly good at milking.  Robocop
was talented, but this randy teen was a master!

	"I'll cum in your ass too soon if you keep that up," I cautioned
whispering in his ear as I licked the lobe, then, the back of his neck.
"You're one of the hottest bottoms AND tops I've ever had!"  He squeezed my
dick and smiled.

	"I saved my load for your ass.  I knew it would be good and you
didn't disappoint me.  Dave's a lucky guy to get that hot daddy ass of
yours all the time," he moaned back at me.  "Hold me down, Daddy.  I wanna
feel you possess me!" he said in a louder voice for all to hear.  Two other
men helped me hold his legs down as I held his hands in place.  Kurt and
Gene obviously were enjoying my round butt slowly pistoning into Ben.
Their hands were all over my ass as they held Ben down.

	Dave pushed his butt into my face again.  As if Ben's milking ass
wasn't enough, Dave's awesome hole was too much.  With a grunt of
resignation, I began jetting my cream into the condom deeply seated in
Ben's very hungry hole.  He whimpered and bounced his hips up to meet my
climax hammering into him.  "Fuckin' GREAT!" he moaned as my climax
subsided.  "You feel so right on my back with your furry, hard pecs and big
dick deep in my ass.  I need a man like you, Mike!"

	"I'm sure you'll find one, soon," I promised pulling out of the
well-lubed, still hungry ass.

	I released him, but Kurt was hard and ready to pound more butt.
Rolling on a fresh condom, he mounted Ben like a bitch in heat.  "You
wanted to get gang raped, so here's your chance to get what you've always
wanted," he snarled thrusting hard into Ben's hole.

	"FUCK!  Oh, Damn!  What a dick!  DAMN!" Ben stammered.  But, his
ass reared up to meet each of Kurt's determined rammings.  "Yeah, Man, FUCK
that ASS!"  he begged as the rest of us held him down.

	Gene pushed his big, cum-dripping dick into Ben's face as he held
the younger man's shoulders down.  "Eat my dick, so I can fuck you again,
Kid!" Gene insisted.  He leaned in and kissed his lover on the lips.  Kurt
and Gene were in synch as they hammered the hapless, but eager, bottom
between them.

	Everyone got a second shot at Ben's hungry butt.  Ben loved every
inch and each squirt.  His only regret was not being able to take us all on
bareback.  He knew he'd have been able to feel each of us cum in his
welcoming asshole.  I was the last one in again.  Kurt and Gene showered
while I went balls deep in the kid.  Dave had offered his hot asshole to
Ben to fuck as I approached my last climax.  Plugging into Dave easily
pushed Ben into a climax he wasn't ready for.  But, with his milking,
clenching butthole echoing his own climax into Dave, Ben got the heavy
second creaming that he wanted from me.

	When Gene and Kurt came back into the bedroom, Ben and I were still
piled atop Dave, panting and jerking lightly from our last climax waves.
Ben loved being the meat in a fuck sandwich, we'd learned.

	We returned him to his parent's home shortly before five that
afternoon.  We wished him well in his conquest of his intended target.  He
extracted a promise from us to fuck him again, soon, including our
neighbors, Kurt and Gene.  We didn't have the heart to tell him that Jeremy
was coming over tomorrow, so he wouldn't get it soon.

	However, Jeremy had other ideas.


Well, now, what about this randy teen?  Will he find the man of his dreams?
How about other conquests of Dave's and Mike's who promised to visit them
this summer?  And there's always Jeremy!  And SO many others who want to
get back into bed with them.  Comments to gymhunk@msn.com