Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 13:37:15 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 70

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

			  Chapter 70--Now what?

	"Oh, sorry," Reed apologized.  "I thought you were members of the
press.  They've been hounding these guys a lot lately."

	The FBI agent smiled.  "I'm sure they have.  I'm Agent Stoner, this
is Agent Baxter," he said introducing himself and his companion.  We
introduced ourselves, so they'd know which was Mike and which was Dave
(but, I think they already knew).  Reed suggested that he head for home and
we'd talk later.  "We won't be long," Agent Stoner said.  "But, it might be
better if we talked inside.  Do you mind?" he asked me.

	"No, come on in.  Reed, why not join us, unless this is something
he shouldn't know about?" I wondered aloud to the agents.

	"I think it would be best if we discussed this alone," he said.
"These are highly sensitive issues."

	"Look, if this isn't gonna take long, I can wait in my car," Reed
suggested.  "It's a nice day, so there's no problem.  I'll just let James
know we'll be a little late."  We nodded, and he went back to his car.

	"Okay," Dave frowned after we were seated in the living room,
"what's this all about?"

	"Do you know any of the men on this list?" Agent Baxter asked,
handing us a typewritten list of about a dozen names.  At the top of the
list was Dave's old nemesis and former Chairman of the Board, Lester Mason.

	"Uh, yeah," Dave said.  "The name at the top is (or was) the
managing partner at the law firm I used to work for.  But, I don't think I
know anyone else."  I nodded my agreement.  The agents smiled knowingly to
each other.  "Can you tell me what this is all about?" Dave asked.

	"Mr. Carey, we have reason to believe there's a possible conspiracy
funded by men of considerable influence and money.  It's probably
international in scope, certainly Canada and the U.S.  The list I showed
you has some of the names we gleaned from the files of Mr. Bruce (the
editor) in Vancouver, plus a few ringers just to make the list more real.
Mr. Mason was the largest contributor," added Baxter.

	"Wow," I muttered, stunned that old man Mason would be so venomous
as to fund an anti-gay organization.  Dave looked shell-shocked.  "Are we
in danger?" I finally had the sense to ask.

	"That's hard to say," Agent Stoner replied.  "We haven't found any
kind of 'enemies list', but there's a lot of money involved.  The Canadians
have already impounded the bank accounts.  However, there was an
interesting letter in Bruce's files from Mason.  We think Bruce must have
been using it as a recruiting tool, because the directions from Mason in
the letter told Bruce to destroy the letter after reading it.  But, it's
outrageous in content, full of rabid anti-gay statements (about how he was
and had been doing something about it within his company, and he included a
dollar figure for how much he was donating).  Bruce must have decided to
keep it just to show others the big dollars donated.  Do you know anything
about what he's talking about with his references to doing something about
it?"

	"Well, in a manner of speaking, we sorta do," Dave smiled,
remembering his conversations with Myrna about Mason's firings over the
years of anyone suspected of being gay, including himself.  "Did he name
names?  How much of what I say'll be shared?"

	"Names were mentioned in the letter.  And, it all goes into
confidential Bureau files," Agent Stoner said.  "Could you help us locate
the names he mentions?"

	"What about the Freedom of Information Act, or whatever it's
called?" I asked, knowing exactly where Dave was headed.

	"Information about you is available upon request ONLY by you, AND
if it isn't part of an on-going investigation.  But, we never reveal the
sources of that information," Stoner replied.  I wasn't so sure about that.

	"Look," Dave began, having decided to plunge ahead, "we were
parties to a lawsuit against Mason and the firm.  They settled out of court
for a substantial sum.  Mason was tossed off the Board of Directors during
the uproar, his outrageous conduct the reason they settled this without
going to trial.  However, ALL of this is strictly confidential and can't be
discussed under the terms of the lawsuit.  But, you could check the court
records for the filing, even though the record has been sealed.  I'm sure
you have ways of finding out the contents and allegations of the suit.
But, please, keep us out of this.  We kind of enjoy not working!" Dave
laughed.

	"Anyone not a party to the lawsuit, not restrained by the
settlement, that we could talk to about this and the names?" Agent Baxter
asked.

	"Uh, well, you see, there was a goodly amount of political pressure
brought to bear on the firm by outside parties, including a number of big
companies and the Chair of the County Commissioners," Dave smiled.  "But,
you didn't hear it from me."

	"How about other, disaffected employees of the firm who'd talk to
us?" Agent Stoner smiled, knowing there was a gold mine here somewhere.

	"There are, but they still work there," Dave related.  He glanced
at me and I shook my head slightly to the negative.  "Oh, except for one
man who works elsewhere now, who was in on all the internal machinations
when Mason got shown the door.  But, he was only peripherally involved.
The best internal source is retiring in a few months, but can't afford to
piss them off now, either.  How badly do you need her, or can you find
another way to get to the particulars of the lawsuit and the names?"

	"We'll try through the courts, first," agreed Baxter.  "But, we may
have to come back to you.  A smooth character like Mason is gonna be hard
to bring down."

	"But, are we in danger?" Dave echoed my earlier question.

	"We only know of his involvement with the group in Vancouver.  He
may be involved with other, local ones, but we don't know that, yet.  My
professional opinion is that Connor was a loose cannon.  This group of
highly successful businessmen would never get their hands dirty with
violence, like you saw at the Consulate.  We'll try to keep you advised,
though," Agent Stoner added noncommittally.

	"So, what do you think old man Mason got for his money, then?" Dave
asked.

	"Access.  It got him into the highest levels of government and
business on an international basis.  It also gave him a chance to spew his
vitriol in a monthly newsletter that their subscribers got.  The stuff he
wrote was scary," Agent Baxter bristled.

	"He actually wrote pieces for their hate rag?" Dave wondered.

	"Sure, but he didn't sign them.  They were always anonymous, guest
editorials.  We found a few of them in their original form before Bruce
worked them over for length and construction," Baxter relayed.  "If he
hadn't been such a good record keeper, we'd be in serious trouble.  He's so
arrogant that he didn't think he'd ever be investigated, because of his
close ties to the movers and shakers of international business and
politics.  He still can't believe that Connor squealed on him."

	"Has he implicated any of the others on the list of donors?"

	"No, he's been very closed-lipped about that.  He knows these guys
could shorten his life for him, if he does."

	"That sounds like they're prone to violence to me," I interjected.

	"Only if someone gets too close or has too much knowledge.  I'm
sure they have 'friends in low places' who owe them favors," Agent Stoner
put in.  "But, that kind of direct action isn't worth the risk, probably."

	"'Probably' isn't very reassuring," I countered.

	"I know, and I'm sorry.  But, that's the way it is.  The fact that
they don't know we have the complete list of donors and all of Bruce's
files will keep them calm for a while."

	"Until you or the Canadians spring a leak in your organization, and
the extent of your knowledge gets back to them," I said contemptuously.

	"This is a very tight investigation.  Only a few people know about
it."

	"That you know about," I finished for him.  "And you can't
guarantee secrecy from the Canadians.  The Ambassador told me that the
Vancouver police were a sieve.  Bruce was on friendly terms with the Chief.
The RCMP had to intervene to get them to search Bruce's house, and confront
him with the evidence and confession from Connor."

	"You seem particularly well informed," Agent Baxter smiled in
defeat.

	"It helps to have friends in high places," Dave admitted.

	"I'm sure you do.  So, I recommend that you contact the local
police department for some additional surveillance of your neighborhood, as
we understand that you're not the only gay couple on the block," Agent
Baxter suggested.  We nodded mutely.  "We could put in a word with the
locals, if you think it could help.  But, it would be an unofficial request
at this point."

	"Yeah, it would help.  Please talk to them.  Their resources are as
stretched as yours are.  Just hearing a vague complaint from us won't get
any action," Dave sighed.  I kept my mouth shut. I knew that Robocop and a
couple of friends had promised to keep an eye on things, but getting
something official would make it easier for them.

	"Keep us in the loop as much as you can, please," I begged.  (I do
"helpless" really well.)

	"We'll tell you what we can.  Don't expect a progress report every
week, but we'll update you periodically," Stoner promised solicitously.

	The agents rose.  "Keep your heads down and don't take unnecessary
risks on the road or at home," Baxter warned.  "These people are serious
and sick.  They believe in their hatred.  Only jail or death will stop
them.  And I'd not mention this conversation to anyone.  The fewer who know
about Mason's involvement, the better."

	We said our goodbyes at the curb.  Reed came over to us.  "You look
the worse for wear.  Not particularly good news, right?  About this mess in
Vancouver?"  We only stared at him, not sure what to say.  "Conspiracy
theorists will have a field day on this one," he laughed.

	"Yeah, well, sometimes even the paranoid are right," Dave sighed.

	"That bad?"

	"Bad enough," I said, adding my sigh to Dave's.

	"But, you still need to eat and you still need to fight off the
press," Reed smiled.  "Come with me, gentlemen.  Dinner awaits!"

	"Sure, Reed," Dave finally smiled.  "We'll follow you over."  On
the way over, Dave was a bundle of nerves.  "This has got me freaked!" he
admitted.

	"You want me to drive?" I asked.  "You're a little preoccupied,
Dave."

	"Yeah, I think you'd better, at the next light."  We traded places
quickly with both of us running around the car (as the bucket seats didn't
allow us either of us to slide over).  I'm sure we looked like crazy men.
Dave let out a big, relaxing sigh.  He was feeling better already.
"Thanks, I was seeing assassins at every intersection and not paying
attention to my driving.  I couldn't do both, obviously.  Thanks for
springing me."

	"Sure, Love."  We rode in silence for a few more blocks.  "You
think Mason is wacko enough to do anything?"

	"No, not personally, certainly nothing violent.  But, he'd sure
hire it done, if he knew where to go, and thought it couldn't be traced
back to him," he spat.

	"Getting some television time got us exposed, I suppose," I pointed
out.  "And the station manager promising to not let hate in his broadcasts
is gonna piss the old boy off."

	"That it will," Dave laughed.  "I'd loved to have seen the old
goat's face when the station manager quoted me."

	"He may be so blinded by his hate that he doesn't see that he
supports it, Dave.  He may see it as his fundamental American right to say
and fund what he pleases."

	"Could be," Dave said thoughtfully.

	"If anything should happen, he'll be at the top of the suspects
list.  He can't be so stupid as to NOT know that," I offered.

	"Damn!  I should have asked those FBI guys if they've even talked
to him, just to scare him a little bit," Dave fumed.

	"That could be tipping their hand, Dave."

	"But, it could also save our asses!"

	"We'll leave that up to Bill Dundee and friends.  Let's call him
and let him know the FBI is interested in our safety, too."

	Dave pulled the cell phone off his belt, keyed in a few digits to
retrieve Robocop's phone number, then, autodialed it.

	"I didn't catch you with your legs in the air, did I?" Dave laughed
into the receiver.

	"Pity," he added.  "I know Bob loves that hot, milking ass."  He
paused to listen.  "You PIG!" he laughed.  "Well, yeah, we're just as bad,"
he sighed, laughing again and smiling at me.  "Say, Bill, the reason I
called was to tell you we got a visit from the FBI this afternoon.  Yeah,
that's right, the Feds.  They're going to unofficially request your Police
Department keep an eye on us.  There are some ugly things going down that
they told us about.  I don't know if they'll brief you on it or not.  I'll
leave that up to them."  He paused.  "I'd better let them tell you that.
I'm not sure what I can divulge."  He listened, again.  "Thanks, Bill.
We'll be careful."

	Arriving at Reed's home, we pulled beside his car in the double
driveway.  He let us in with a key, calling out to his lover, James, that
we'd arrived.  James appeared from the direction of the kitchen, smiling.
"Hi, Lambchop," he grinned to Reed and pecked him on the lips.  "And you're
Dave and Mike," he smiled, extending his hand in greeting.

	"Guilty," Dave smiled back, accepting the handshake.  I greeted him
in like manner.  James was gorgeous!  He stood about 5'9", packed with
muscles, weighed about 170 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes that twinkled,
and a killer bubble butt that you could bounce quarters off and get change.
His nylon jogging shorts and deck shoes didn't hide much of anything.
James is a hottie, I concluded.  Instantly, I wondered if Reed was the one
who wanted the monogamy, just so he could keep that hot ass for himself.

	"Dinner will be in about 30 minutes," James said over his shoulder
as he walked back toward the kitchen.  "Come on in and watch while I finish
up a few things.  Wine is chilled and ready to be poured."

	"I could use a tall one," Dave sighed.

	"Tough day at the office?" James asked solicitously.

	"No, a visit from the FBI," Dave admitted.

	"DAMN!  Nothing too upsetting, I hope."

	"We've heard more encouraging news."

	"Anything I can do to help?  A shoulder to cry on?"

	"Just a tall one," Dave smiled back.

	"Coming right up!" Reed announced.  "We'll start with a white and
go to a red with dinner."

	"I'll stick with the whites," I said.  "Reds give me a headache."

	"Same for me," Dave added.

	"I'm with you on that," James laughed.  "I don't like reds, either.
But, Reed loves them, so we always have some in the house.  You want red
with dinner, Reed?"

	"Whatcha makin'?"

	"Pork medallions on the grill, with garlic and a light application
of that Cajun mix, just the way you like it," James smiled.  Reed gave him
a big kiss for the Cajun mix of spices.  I wasn't so sure that it wouldn't
be too hot for me, but if it were a light application, I should survive.

	"And what goes with it?" Reed pressed.

	"Normandy mix of veggies, a light, tossed salad, garlic bread, and
lemon sorbet," James replied, his head in the refrigerator, searching for
something.

	"Yeah, I love tossing your salad, Babe!" Reed smiled lecherously,
grinding his hips into James' bent over form.  James wiggled his ass,
grabbed Reed with both hands, and pulled him harder into him.

	"But, NOT in front of our guests!" James protested good-naturedly,
pushing Reed away.

	"We weren't concerned.  We've done worse in front of our guests,"
Dave laughed.

	"I'm sure you have," James grinned.  "How can you keep your hands
off each other ALL the time?  You're both SO hot!"

	"It isn't easy," I laughed.  "He's a total stud and the best sex
I've ever had in bed or elsewhere, top or bottom!"

	"You both get fucked?" James wondered.

	"Oh, yeah!" Dave confirmed.  "I'll take that big dick up my ass as
often as he'll fuck me."

	"As do we," James laughed.  "Insatiable for dick up the butt.  I
swear we've fucked in every room of the house, SEVERAL times."

	"How long have you been together?" I asked.

	"Just a year," Reed said, offering us our chilled beverages.  "He
chased me until I caught him," he laughed.

	"It was very mutual.  His hot Cajun looks still make my dick hard
every time I look at him," James sighed.

	"And his boy-next-door appeal is so HOT to me.  That, and his
bubble butt and monster dick!"

	"You're both hot men," Dave assured them.  "But, you've taken
yourselves off the market, Reed tells us."

	"Yeah, we're doing the monogamy thing," James confirmed with an
audible sigh.  "So far, it seems to be working.  But, that's not to say
that we don't look over the menu, even though we're on a diet.  We just
don't sample."

	"But, let me say right up front," Reed smirked, "guys like you make
us both crazy!  Last night while we were watching the news, they put on
that clip of your press conference in the front yard.  James nearly wet
himself he was so in lust with both of you.  And who are those mountains
that were standing on the steps behind you?"

	"Our neighbors," Dave grinned.  "They live right behind us."

	"Gotta be gay!" James laughed.  "They're too fuckin' gorgeous not
to be."

	"You have them pegged," I agreed.

	"You done 'the nasty' with them?" James smiled coquettishly.

	"Of course!" Dave smirked.  "That kinda beef can't be ignored."

	"They big where it counts?" James pressed.

	"My boyfriend's a size queen, in case you didn't know," Reed
laughed.

	"We all are," Dave allowed.  "The ones who aren't are liars!"

	"That's always been my opinion," James insisted.  "So, are they
packin'?"

	"Big time!" I confirmed.  "The big bodybuilder has about 10 and the
college boy has a modest 12."

	"INCHES?" they both shouted.  "FUCK!"

	"Very well, I might add," Dave laughed rubbing his hard, muscle
butt.

	They laughed.  "Makes me wanna rethink our monogamy," Reed mused,
with a wicked smiled directed at his lover.

	"You are SUCH a tramp!" James laughed.  "But, I know those guys
would sure weaken my resolve, too.  But, not nearly as badly as you two
have.  Hold me back, Reed!  I wanna molest them both, NOW!" he cackled.
"Stud muffins of all colors do that to me.  How can a chaste girl like me
resist?"

	"Down, James!" Reed commanded, but laughing.  "How can I control
you when my own control is weakening badly?"

	"Then, we have a deal.  We're gonna do both of them!"  The timer on
the microwave went off.  "Shit!  What lousy timing!  Dinner will burn if I
don't get out there and turn the medallions over," he sighed.

	"Let me help," I offered.  Dave winked at me.  I wondered if he was
going to work on Reed.  That's sure what I had in mind for James.  James
handed me the platter and directed me outside.  We went through the back
door onto the deck where the built-in grill was.

	He turned over the meat, then, stuck a meat thermometer in each
medallion in turn.  "They seem to be nearly done, already," he said.  He
backed into me, rubbing his round, bubble butt into my crotch.  "And I'm so
close to beggin' you to fuck me right here that I can't trust myself!  You
are SUCH a hot daddy!"

	"It seems to me that you and Reed have some negotiating to do," I
pointed out, holding on to his narrow hips and grinding my lengthening dick
into his sweaty, barely covered, ass trench.  My threadbare cutoffs and his
nylon shorts left little to the imagination.  He reached his hands behind
both of us and pulled me hard into his butt.  "Damn!  You've got one hot
ass," I whispered into his ear as one hand strayed to one of his erect
nipples and the other to his thick rod.  "Real nice dick, too.  I'll bet
it'd feel great up my ass."

	"You'd never feel my nine inches after what you've been taking from
Dave," he groaned pulling harder on my ass and grinding his butt into my
thick dick.  "He's gotta have a monster dick from what I've seen in his
shorts."

	"I guess eleven inches qualifies as monster," I smiled and kissed
him on the neck.  "But, I have excellent control.  I know this thick meat
would feel good for both of us in my butt channel."  I squeezed his fat
dick, again.

	"Geez!  I could cum right here," James moaned.  "I wanna get both
of you in the sack so BAD!"  I humped his butt slowly, grinding my dick
into him.  My chest-rubbing hand moved to his ass and disappeared down the
back of his shorts into his deep ass canyon.  "Feels real nice in here," I
complimented, touching his winking pucker.  "But, my dick would feel better
than my fingers."

	"I'm sure it would," he agreed, bending over farther, pulling his
shorts below his round butt orbs, and spreading his hard ass melons.  I
popped several buttons on my cutoffs and rubbed the fat, leaking head
across his tight pucker.  "Damn!  Big fuckin' dick!  I want you to fuck me,
Mike!"

	"You're monogamous," I reminded him, but my fat, leaking dickhead
skidded up his fuzzy ass trench, anyway.  He grabbed the thick shaft with
his hard butt cheeks; and squeezing the head, rolled out several clear
drops of precum.  I nearly shot!

	"If we had some lube, I'd take it up my butt, right now!" he said
hotly, then, pulled away.  "But, dinner'll burn if we don't stop."  He
turned and looked down at my fat, jerking 9" dick.  "However, I could suck
you off," he offered.

	"And I'm close enough to cumming that it wouldn't take more than a
few seconds, but I don't wanna be the reason you two broke up.  Your
monogamy agreement is something you need to discuss with Reed.  And SOON!"

	"Yeah, this just confirms it," he grinned, squeezing my large
dickhead again, producing more precum.  He licked it off his fingers.
"I'll bet your cum is even better."

	"Dave thinks so."

	He pulled his shorts back over his round bubble butt and sighed.
"I'm sure he does."

	"Dave and I have been having discussions in the opposite
direction," I said, slightly changing the subject, refastening my shorts.

	"You're kidding!"  I shook my head.  "Why would you do that?  Those
neighbor studs would be far too much temptation for me to handle.  I could
never go back to monogamy after sampling those incredible men."

	"Well, that's part of the problem," I agreed.  "That, and the
assortment of muscle men at the gym."

	"Oh, Lord, don't I know it.  That's one of the reasons that we've
equipped a gym in the house. We could never be monogamous with all that
naked beef on the hoof," he smiled, loading the platter with grilled
medallions of pork.

	"Same discussion for us.  But, we haven't even thought about how we
could make it work, IF we wanted to be monogamous.  The discussion has
never gone that far."

	"Well," he sighed, opening the back door for me, "frankly, I don't
know how much longer I can hold out.  You're not my first temptation, Mike.
I've resisted the others, so far, but not by very much.  I could have
easily lost it with you."  He paused, closing the door behind us.  Then, he
continued in hushed tones, "Don't get me wrong.  Reed's a wonderful, hot
lover.  But, the thirst for the untried, big dick or hot ass is practically
unquenchable."

	"You won't get an argument outta me," I confided.  "Dave's so new
at this that he needs to find his way without me pressuring him."

	"New at what?" Reed asked, overhearing us as we walked into the
dining room.

	"New at being queer," I smiled.

	"Oh?" Reed asked.  Dave launched into the tale of how I seduced
him, making sure our guests got all the hot, sexual details.  Their
crotches bulged in appreciation.  "It couldn't have been that easy!" Reed
protested.

	"If you have a willing seducee, it sure is," I pointed out.

	"And an incredibly sexy, warm, patient, and talented seducor!" Dave
agreed.

	"He had to be more than a little curious about the man-to-man thing
or it would have gone nowhere before I got to first base," I added. "But, I
was getting cues that indicated Dave was receptive."

	"You were taking one helluva risk, Mike," James said.  "I'd have
been fearful that Dave'd pound my ass into the wall, if he'd not been
receptive."

	"With a bubble butt like yours?" Dave laughed.  "Doubtful any man
could resist."

	"I sure can't," Reed agreed, patting James on the ass as he sat at
the table.

	"So, how'd you guys meet?" Dave asked, as we began eating.

	"Not a lot to tell and I still can't believe it," James laughed
heartily.  "We met on- line, would you believe?  We were chatting for about
half an hour one Sunday morning."

	"Then, that evening, I called James about eight o'clock.  We didn't
finish until like 2:30 in the morning!" Reed laughed.  "I guess we had a
lot to say."

	"So, we set a date for Monday evening, and the rest is history,"
James finished.

	"How did you decide on monogamy?" Dave asked.

	"We kinda fell into it," Reed stated.  "After a couple of months of
non-stop sex, we had the discussion about barebacking and how much we both
loved it.  So, to get there, we had to practice monogamy for six months,
minimum.'

	"To keep that going," James interrupted, "we've agreed that
monogamy is what we'll continue practicing.  However, we've also been
talking about opening up the relationship, but haven't figured out how,
without compromising how much we love barebacking."

	Dave grinned at me and nodded.  "Well, you could do like we do," I
suggested.  Immediately, their interest peaked.  "Rigorously safe with
everyone else, but bareback ONLY with each other."

	"And that really works?" Reed asked, his mouth agape.

	"Yes," Dave smiled.  "Well, we've had a few slips, but not as
bottoms."

	"Oh, there's a tale to be told here," James leaned in.

	"You tell them, Mike," Dave suggested.  So, I told them about
Kurt's 18th birthday barebacking celebration and my cousin Josh's
cum-flooded butt.  "And we only fuck around when the other partner is
there," I added.

	That surely gave them something to ruminate on.  I think they were
looking for an excuse and a way to get it on with other guys, but didn't
want to lose what they had.  That's every man's wish, it seems.

	After dinner, James loaded the dishwasher, toasted us with
after-dinner drinks, and sent us off to the den to discuss business with
Reed while he surfed the television channels.  "Try not to molest our
guests while you're sequestered in the den, Lambchop," James smiled.  "But,
if you can't resist, CALL me!  I'll be there in a heartbeat to get their
pants down!" he tossed over his shoulder.  I thought he was teasing, but I
couldn't be sure after that short "chat" on the deck before dinner.

	We sat in the comfortable leather side chairs while Reed sat at his
desk.  He smiled.  "First, I want to thank you for coming over.  James is
gonna be insatiable tonight because you're here.  The hotter the men he
sees during the day, the more ardent his lovemaking at night."  We smiled
at his directness.  "And, second, I'm going to tell you what I'll do to
keep the press off your backs.  But, I don't want a decision tonight.  You
have enough things on your mind right now with the FBI.  You probably won't
remember most of what I'm about to say, anyway.  So if we have another
session, I'll repeat some or all of this.  However, you need something to
think about other than the FBI right now.  So here it is."

	He launched into how he'd be the gatekeeper for all press contacts.
We'd simply refer all questions and requests to him.  He'd weed through
them and present the worthy ones to us.  But, we'd have to discuss which
types of media we felt comfortable dealing with.  He went over a short list
with us to get some ideas, but our minds weren't on topic.  Somewhere in
there, he mentioned his fee, but I couldn't tell you what he'd said.
"Let's let this sit for now, and we'll come back to it another time.  You
need some time to digest all this." he smiled.  "Besides, I'm hungry for
some of that lemon sorbet that James promised earlier."

	"Good plan," Dave sighed.  "I'm sure you could see how distracted
we were."

	"Even a blind man would have sensed it."

	"Thanks for being understanding," I smiled.  "I know we need you or
someone like you.  This is driving both of us crazy."

	"Let's give it a couple of days.  Today's Monday.  How's Wednesday
afternoon?"  Reed suggested looking over his appointment calendar.

	"Could we make it tomorrow afternoon, instead?" Dave pled.  "We're
trying to reserve Wednesdays just for us."

	"Uh, yeah," replied Reed, referring to his desk calendar, again.
"I can see you after three."

	"That'll work fine.  Thanks, Reed," Dave said shaking Reed's hand
in agreement.  I did the same.  After sorbet, we chastely kissed them both
and left.

	As we were driving back home, Dave grinned salaciously, "You get
anywhere with James?"

	"Sorta," I smiled.  "If we'd had lube and a condom, he'd have had
my dick up his ass for sure.  As it was, I slid my dick up and down his
deep butt trench.  But, dinner was gonna burn if we kept that up, so he
squeezed my hard dick and licked the precum off his fingers.  We had to get
our dicks to go down before we went back in the house, but it wasn't easy
looking at that hot body and incredible butt of his.  He seems to have
liked my looks, too."

	"Who wouldn't?" Dave agreed.

	"So, how'd you do with Reed?"

	"If you hadn't come through the back door when you did, my dick
would have been up his ass, bareback, I'm sure."

	"Yeah?  How'd that happen?"

	"He came on to me very strong.  He got up from his chair the minute
you guys left and worked on my shoulders and pecs, telling me how much he
liked them.  Then, his hand went to my nearly stiff dick.  You know how
these shorts don't hide much of anything.  Well, he worked my dick until it
was hard and dripping.  He licked his fingers off several times, and was
just falling to his knees to suck it when you came through the back door."

	"He doesn't seem to have any problems with monogamy," I observed.

	"Oh, he does!" Dave countered.  "But, my dick was too much for him.
He was losing control, no matter how many times I mentioned his vow of
monogamy."

	"Yeah, same for James," I said.  "I sure hope they have that chat
soon.  One or both of them will stray VERY soon."

	"I had my hand down his pants, front and back, so I know he's got a
nice ass and a big dick, too," Dave admitted.

	"Same here.  He's says it's nine inches, and I sure believe him.  A
real nice one," I smiled.  "And that ass.  Lord, have MERCY!"

	"Reed's is probably about the same size.  His dark, good looks were
so HOT!  I'd have gladly let him suck me off.  But, I think he was more
interested in getting fucked.  He just wanted to see if he could get my big
dick in his mouth and down his throat, sorta getting it wet before he
backed up on it."

	"James was more direct.  As soon as we got outside, he wanted to be
fucked and said as much."

	"Well, I'm willing to fuck either of them," Dave grinned as we
pulled into our driveway.

	"That makes it unanimous!"

	We were set on continuing our volunteer work at PFLAG Tuesday
morning, but we'd become such celebrities that we couldn't function
effectively with the staff stopping by to chat all the time.  We left
before ten o'clock, and headed for the gym.  But, that was nearly a bust
too, with all the well-wishers coming by to talk.  However, we did get our
"legs day" in and completed.

	Trevor wasn't there as it was his day off.  A few of the muscle
heads were obviously uncomfortable around us.  It had to be because they
now KNEW we were gay, instead of suspecting it.  They made sure that their
backs were turned to us in the showers and locker room.  If they'd only
known how much we enjoyed looking at their muscular butts instead of their
tiny dicks!  However, our other friends made up for it with a few
revelations of their own sexual proclivities.

	By Tuesday afternoon, we were ready for Reed's visit.  However, our
first visitor of the afternoon was Bill Dundee, Robocop.  "Afternoon,
gentlemen," he smiled.  His partner smiled warmly, too.  "The Department
has been asked by the FBI to take some extra swings through the
neighborhood for the next few weeks.  So, don't be alarmed if we seem to be
more visible than normal.  If the neighbors should mention it, just tell
them you hadn't noticed.  There's no point in fanning the conspiracy fires,
or fears that some crazies are on the loose."

	"Thanks, Officer, uh, Dundee," Dave grinned reading the name badge.
"And Officer Blake," Dave added shaking their hands.

	"I feel safer already," I said.  "How much of a briefing did you
get from the FBI?"

	"Enough to know that you have some powerful people mad at you,"
Officer Blake said.  He was a nice-looking, well-built man, but compared to
Robocop, he looked puny.  He stood about 5'11" and weighed about 190, very
solid pounds.  But, that didn't compare to 6'6" and at least 250 pounds on
Bill Dundee.  Still, I'm sure he could take care of himself.  "If the
neighbors do press the issue, just tell them that we're seeing too many
accidents and too much speed in your neighborhood.  It would probably do
them all good to slow down, anyway" he grinned.

	"No doubt," I agreed.

	"If you see something out of the ordinary, call us," Robocop
instructed.  "Here's a number that will dispatch us right away.  One of us
won't be more than a couple of minutes away," he said handing me a business
card.  I put it in my pocket.  "I'd suggest that you keep it in your hand
long enough to put it in a place where you can locate it right away.  You
won't want to be searching through pants pockets for a number during an
emergency."  I thought that was an odd request, but I pulled it back out
and held it.

	After they'd gone, Dave turned to me.  "Didn't you think it a
little odd that he told you to hang on to that business card?"

	"I sure did.  I wonder what he was trying to tell us," I said
turning the card over.  Scribbled on the back was the name and phone number
of the tape duplicating company that he'd promised to give us, so we could
send that news piece and editorial to other television stations.  We smiled
at his ingenuity.  He'd also scrawled, "Wanna fuck?"  We laughed at his
eagerness to play "hide the wiener" with us, again.

	"You think Officer Blake is straight?" I pondered.

	"As a string," Dave answered.  "That's why I thought it better to
pretend that we didn't know Robocop.  Guilt by association still holds a
lot of power."

	"Have you thought more about Reed's proposal?"

	"Yeah, at least the parts I remember," Dave replied.  "We need him.
It's that simple.  We don't know how to handle the press without getting
into a pissing match with them.  And they have the microphones, we don't.
So, there's no way to win one-on-one with them.  We need Reed.  Besides,
I'd rather give my money to gay men than straight ones, when there's a
choice to be made."

	"I agree.  Do you remember what he charges?"

	"Only vaguely.  But, we need him and we've got the money, so it
doesn't matter."  I nodded my head absently.  I know he's right, but I can
be so tight with money.  I hate parting with it, even for something this
necessary.  I had to get over that character flaw.

	Reed was prompt, even a little early.  He gave us the pitch again,
but this time we listened to the details.  His offer of assistance was just
what we needed.  We sealed the agreement with a handshake.  "I'll bring
around the contract on Thursday, as I remember you keep Wednesday for
yourselves."  We told him of our idea to make copies of the news conference
and station manager's editorial, and send it on to other news
organizations.  He pounced on the idea, spinning it "six ways to Sunday."
"This is gonna be fun!" he exclaimed.

	"There's a new gay mag called 'Hero'," I pointed out.  "I like the
idea of it and I think we should give them a shot at us, if they want it."

	"Perfect," Reed said.  "But, I'd caution against giving them an
exclusive.  There are too many, bigger fish out there that'll want a piece
of you, too. And they won't be kind in their column inches if you cut them
off."

	"Agreed," Dave smiled.  "We don't wanna piss anyone off, but we
can't please everyone, either."

	"I'll prepare a fast press release to my sources to let everyone
know that they'll have to go through me to get to you," Reed thought out
loud.  "Uh, do you have an address or phone number for 'Hero'?"  I checked
the magazine and found a couple of ways to contact them via the internet,
including a phone number for submissions.  I thought that would have to do,
as there didn't seem to be another way.

	"Here's the list of news organizations which have called or left
cards," Dave said, handing over his legal pad.  "It's pretty long as you
can see, Reed.  I hope you can read my scribbles."

	"No problem.  The list is a long one," Reed smiled, scanning the
list rapidly. "But, most of them are outfits I already know and have
contacts in.  The rest of them, well, I'll send them a nice letter, letting
them know of your decision to hire me.  They can figure it out from there."

	"Thanks, Reed.  You have no idea how much of a load off my mind
this is," Dave sighed deeply.

	"Me, too!" I added.

	"Glad to be of assistance.  My only concern is pissing off other
clients who might have issues with me representing a very public, gay
couple.  But, fuck 'em.  I'd rather be known as fair than chasing the
almighty dollar," he said firmly.

	"The football team comes to mind, doesn't it?" I asked.

	"Yeah, that's the concern," he grimaced.  "But, I'm not gonna bow
to their money.  Although the owners are politically conservative, I'm sure
they're aware that there are gay players and staff in the organization.  If
it comes to it, I'll be sure to point that out to them, without naming
names, of course."

	"It's not like we're advertising our association with you on the
front page.  They're the only ones who will know about it, and no one else
is gonna care," Dave averred.

	"Probably," Reed agreed.  "So, for now, we'll go with my plan.
I'll group the ones I think you should see, and put the rest of them on the
waiting list.  That okay with you?"  We nodded agreement.  "Now that that's
out of the way, I want you to know that James and I have decided to open up
our relationship to include special friends, using the same criteria that
you two use."  We smiled broadly, expectantly.  "So, uh, you guys busy
tonight?"

	We looked at each other, grinning.  "Just an appointment with a
couple of hot men.  Your place or ours?" Dave asked.

	"Ours, I think.  We need familiar surroundings for our first
venture outside the relationship," he offered.

	"Fine with us.  What time?" I asked.

	"Uh, now, before dinner.  And you can stay for that, too?" Reed
asked hopefully.

	"Sure, we can make an evening of it," Dave agreed.

	"So, who do you wanna do first?" I asked as we drove over.

	"I'm not proud," he laughed.  "I'll fuck with either of them, and
as top or bottom.  You have a preference?"

	"Well, I did get a good start with James.  I wouldn't mind
finishing that," I smiled.

	"Yeah, I'd love to get into Reed's butt, too.  But, they may have
something in mind as our hosts."

	"Perhaps.  But, this is pretty unprofessional of us to be fuckin'
the help," I laughed.  "But, sluts and tramps like me have no morals, I
guess."

	"Reed's the one with the problem, not us," Dave corrected.  "We're
the clients and he shouldn't be fucking with us, I suppose."

	"Well, it isn't like attorney/client or doctor/patient."

	"Oh, trust me, I'm on YOUR side of this argument!"

	"Okay, just clearing the air."

	Reed greeted us at the door.  "We're a little nervous about this,
never having messed around with another couple.  Anything I should keep in
mind?"

	"Just have a good time," I suggested.  "And choose a partner to get
it started.  We can always trade off later, or for that matter, several
times."

	"I choose Mike, then," James shouted from the bedroom.  "Hurry up
before I chicken out!"

	We scurried into the master bedroom.  James was on all fours, his
perky butt even better than I'd remembered it.  I ripped off the few
clothes I had on and moved in behind him.  He looked over his shoulder and
smiled.  "You have no idea how nervous I am."

	"Just relax, James," I soothed, stroking his flanks and kissing his
hard butt cheeks softly.  "This you'll enjoy!"  I kissed closer to his
pucker.  My finger traced down his ballsac and wrapped around the root of
his thick, jerking dick.  I moved slightly, making the bed shift.  My lips
and tongue left a wet trail along his deep ass canyon, nearing his
pulsating back door.  Warm lips touched his pucker, then, a wet tongue.

	"Oh, DAMN!  How'd you know I love that?  Reed tell you?"  I made a
noise like "no".  "That's SO hot.  I love having my bootie munched!"  His
hands pulled his melon cheeks farther apart.  "Yeah, Mike!  Ride that ass
with your tongue."  I smiled at his eagerness.  Slowly jacking his fat,
long dick, I massaged his rolling nuts.

	"How hungry for dick are you, James?" I whispered into his ear
several minutes later.  Rubbing my hard, hairy chest into his back, I
stabbed at this quivering hole with my leaking dick.

	He turned his head and smiled, kissing me.  "VERY hungry!" he
whispered back.  He handed me lube and a condom.  I acknowledged his
preparation with another kiss on the neck and ear.  Glancing over at Dave
and Reed, I found the reason for their noisy 69.  Reed had nearly swallowed
Dave's monster, while Dave was munching on Reed's pubes, having
successfully swallowed Reed's thick butthole stretcher.  Reed's hands were
massaging Dave's broad, muscular shoulders and pecs, as he moaned in
appreciation.

	Having rolled on the condom, I quickly daubed lube on James' rear
orifice and the tip of my bagged dick.  With practiced fingers, I stretched
open his butthole easily.  His hungry butt eagerly relaxed.  The thick,
long tip of my rammer slid inside.  His ass sphincter closed greedily
around it and squeezed.  I leaned over his back and pressed harder into
him.  He moaned with pleasure.  I'd hit his prostate dead-on.  After
withdrawing slightly, I pushed deeper, then, withdrew again, hitting his
prostate both times.  Continuing a slow pace, I worked my fat dick in a
fraction of an inch with each inward thrust.  Buried to the hilt, I
long-dicked him to a chorus of pleasured moans.

	Dave and Reed had changed positions with Reed on his back and his
legs pulled hard into his chest, with Dave's face up Reed's ass.  The moans
of joy coming from both of them nearly drowned out our own.

	Inspiration struck!  "How'd you like to fuck a tight, black ass as
I fuck yours?" I nuzzled into James' ear.  He looked at Dave's position and
quickly agreed.  I pulled out long enough for James to get into position.
But, Dave's ass was too inviting for just a friendly fuck.

	"I've never fucked a black man before," James admitted, sotto voce.
"Nor have I munched on a black ass," he added gleefully, as his tongue slid
from Dave's tailbone to his big nuts and back again.  Dave wiggled his ass
at the face servicing his butt.  He'd heard James mention his virgin
desires in Dave's direction.  I plugged in again, pressing forward the full
9".  James groaned and lapped harder at Dave's asshole.

	"Kinda like that, doncha?" I smiled.  He nodded, but didn't take
his tongue out of Dave's butt.  For another couple of minutes, James was
busy at both ends.

	"I gotta get me some dick in your boyfriend's ass, James," Dave
grinned.  "Come along now and see what you can do to satisfy my tail, too."

	Hastily, Reed passed condoms and lube to both men.  "I've always
wondered what it would be like to be on the bottom of a dog pile," Reed
smirked.  "I'm gonna get my wish, it seems."  Dave spread lube around
Reed's butthole and pushed a couple of big fingers inside.  "DAMN!  You've
got big fingers."

	"All the better to stretch you open, so you can take what's comin'
to ya!" Dave chortled.

	"Go easy on that ass," Reed directed.  "James is the biggest I've
ever had."

	"I always go easy," Dave assured him.  "I know I'm not the easiest
dick to take.  But, I promise you, this will be the best time you've ever
had with your clothes off.  Except, of course, with your boyfriend."  Dave
pressed Reed's knees harder into Reed's chest and pressed his fat, black
dick against the entrance to Reed's inner sanctum.  "Relax, Man.  You'll
enjoy it."  Reed exhaled a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.  He
smiled up at Dave (working his dark nipples with his fingers), and relaxed.
Dave's thick shaft burrowed several inches into him.

	"Damn, that's nice," sighed Reed.  "So thick and hot up my butt."

	"Yeah, your boyfriend's dick feels the same way to my ass, too,
Reed," Dave related.  He leaned in and kissed Reed, several more inches
pushed in.  "HOT ass, Man!"  Dave moaned.  "REAL hot!  Yeah, like that!
Milk that fat dick!"  Dave withdrew several inches.  "Fuck!  So nice to be
fucked by a big one like Mike's and have a tight bootie eatin' my dick,
too!  DAMN!"

	I was along for the ride.  Each time James pushed forward, my dick
was milked and tugged.  He pulled back and impaled himself on my stiff
shaft.  James wiggled his ass on each withdrawal from Dave's ass.  I wasn't
sure if he was stirring Dave's hole or trying to force more inches up his
own.  For me, it made no difference.  This was not going to take much
longer.  "I hope I'm not the only one about to cum!" I stammered through
clenched teeth, trying to hold back.

	"Go for it, Mike!  I wanna feel you shoot hard into me," James
begged.  "Fuck me, Mike!  Give me that big, daddy dick.  Pound my hungry
hole."  I grabbed his hips and hammered his ass.  There was no turning
back, anyway.  I might as well get full pleasure out of it.

	And so, I did.  It was shattering how hard I came.  Dave's butt
usually got a climax this big out of me, but not a stranger's ass.
However, James' hard, muscled bubble butt was a wonder of nature!  And I
was taking full advantage of a breeding opportunity.

	"Fuck!  FUCK!  FUUUCK!" I shouted as I emptied my nuts into the
condom.

"Yeah, fuck me!" James insisted.  I leaned over his back, trying to wrest
control back to my body instead of my climax completely taking over.  My
hot breath, hard body, and fat dick up his butt hit James harder than he'd
thought.  "Oh, FUCK!" he whimpered, jetting cream into his condom, too.  I
could feel his climax waves crash over him, transferring to his ass
channel, milking me harder with each new crest.

	I pulled out, laughing.  "Too sensitive to stay inside when you're
milkin' me that hard, James!"  He bleated out an apology, but his climax
prevented him from adding any sincerity to it.  He stayed glued to Dave's
back.  Dave worked his monster dick in long strokes, enjoying the depth and
thickness that Reed could take, and the fat dick in his butthole.

	"So fuckin' HOT!" Dave repeated.  "Talented ass, Man!" Dave
praised.  "You didn't tell me you knew how to milk dick like this."

	"Gotta keep some secrets in the family," Reed moaned as Dave went
particularly deep.  "But, you keep that up and you'll force the cum right
outta my nuts!" he warned.  James quickly moved in, sucking on his lover's
dick.  Evidently, James loved cum as much as I did.  "Ah, GEEZ!  Gonna
cum!" Reed shouted.  Dave hammered him rapidly now.  He hit Reed with short
strokes, sure to hit Reed's prostate and give Dave added stimulation to the
nerve bundle under the head of his throbbing dick.  "Ah, SHIT!" Reed
blared, bucking beneath Dave and forcing his fat 9" man meat down James'
throat.  As easily as James took it, he was no stranger to that much dick
in his face.

	"Gonna blow!" Dave moaned.  I slipped a finger into Dave's lubed
ass, massaging his prostate shamelessly.  "Gonna cum, Reed!  FUCKIN' CUM!"
he roared, and pounded hard into Reed's milking channel, blasting ropes of
heavy man seed into the protective rubber.  "DAMN!" Dave bellowed.
"Fuckin' LOAD!" he moaned through pursed lips.  Dave's ass nearly bit my
finger off.  I wished my dick had been in there when he'd cum.  I love his
ass muscles squeezing down hard on my fat dick.

	We cleaned up, showered, and had a light dinner.  But, our hosts
wanted another round after a couple more hours.  We traded partners, but
were the tops again.  That wasn't a bad idea, though.  Reed's butt was
nearly as good as Robocop's for milking skill.  If I hadn't cum just a
couple hours earlier, he'd have gotten my nut in less than a minute.  As it
was, it took him five minutes.

	Dave wasn't so lucky.  James' hot bubble butt was more than Dave
could tolerate for long.  In less than three minutes, James experienced the
joy of a monster 11" dick jerking dick gravy into a condom, deep in his
ass.

	We left two satisfied (no longer monogamous) men at the doorway as
we said our good nights.


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