Date: Mon, 5 Feb 2001 18:33:48 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 19

			All disclaimers!


			BLACK AND WHITE


                   Chapter 19--Robocop and Bob

     Monday was uneventful.  It rained almost all day long.  But
when I got home after work, my day brightened considerably.  Randy
had called telling us about a man he'd lined up for Robocop.  He
suggested that we meet some place downtown for a drink and see what
develops.  The player he'd suggested was Bob, the fullback.  I
instantly remembered.  He was the one who had sucked me off at the
coaches' house while he was fucking one of the ends.  I approved of
his choice.

     The second call was from Robocop wondering if we'd made
contact with the coaches yet.  This was one impatient cop.  I'd
have to make fast arrangements to get them together.  Tonight would
be none too soon for Bill Dundee.

     A third call was from Cousin Larry.  He was just thinking
about us and wondered how we were doing and who we were doing.  He
said he had news about some guys that he and Ray, the basketball
player, had been sharing.  The introductions had been made by Ray's
brother, Robert.  Even Robert and Gary had participated in a couple
of the orgies.  I made a mental note to call Larry last.  With all
that news, we'd be on the phone for a long time.

     I had rewound the recorder when Dave called.  "Any news from
Randy and Chuck?" he asked.

     "Yeah.  They want to line Bill up with Bob, the fullback," I
repeated Randy's message.  "What do you think?"

     "Truthfully, I can't remember which one Bob is," he admitted.

     "I was getting a blow-job from him while he was fucking Len,
the end," I said trying to get Dave to recall who he was.

     "I still don't remember the guy.  I remember you doing that,
but I don't recall who it was," Dave responded.  "Sorry.  But, I'll
have to trust your judgment on this.  If you think he's right for
Robocop, I'll agree with you."

     "Bill does like black men.  He intimated it several times last
night.  And Bob's a top."

     "You've sold me.  When do we break the news?"

     "I was about to call Randy back now, and then Bill.  How about
a drink out after dinner with all of them at the Pink Triangle?" I
offered.

     "Let's make it for eight or so.  I need to unwind a little,
before I have to sparkle for friends."

     "I'll pass along the message.  Anything in particular you'd
like for dinner?"

     "I'll take my chances.  I should be home about six."

     "Okay.  A little 'unwinding sauce' and then dinner.  See ya
later, Sweetcheeks."

     "Bye."  Dave hung up.

     I dialed the coaches house.  Chuck picked it up on the second
ring.  "Mike!  Glad to hear from you.  How do you like our pick for
Robocop?  I still can't get over that name," Chuck said laughing.

     "The guy is a mountain and built like a brick.  He also likes
big, black cocks up his ass.  Dave, of course, obliged him.  So did
I, even though I was the wrong color.  It's like fucking white
marble with a soft outer layer, but hard as steel underneath.  And
that ass of his is the best milking machine I've ever been in!" I
continued extolling Bill's many virtues.

     "I think we should postpone setting up Bob with him.  I'd like
to have a shot at that, too.  I know Randy would!" Chuck laughed
again.

     Randy was on the extension.  "You know it.  I love tight,
white butts!"

     In fairness to Robocop, we did promise him someone single.
So, I had to convince Randy and Chuck to defer their lust for the
policeman to another time.  They agreed, but wanted a rain check on
a future roll in bed with him.  I told them they'd have to take
that up with him.

     "Now, I know that Bill Dundee is very anxious to get going on
this.  But I don't recall if Bob is a lover or a fucker.  Which is
he?" I asked.

     Randy answered.  "A lover.  He's great in bed.  I hope Robocop
like's it vanilla and no rough stuff.  Bob's a hopeless romantic."

     "Perfect fit," I said.  "How about getting them together
tonight at the Pink Triangle for drinks after eight?  That's when
Bill gets off work, anyway."

     "We'll call Bob right now and call you back, Mike," Chuck
volunteered.  "We told Bob to stand by tonight just in case."

     "I'll call Bill while you get Bob.  Call me right back," I
said.

     Both parties hung up.  I dialed Officer Dundee's number at the
station.  He answered it immediately.

     "I've been hoping you'd call all day long," Bill admitted.
"What're the plans?  Did you find something for me?"

     I quickly told him all the vital information he needed.  "That
works out fine for me.  I'm off an hour early tonight because of
overtime restrictions.  I'll meet you at the designated place at
eight," he said circumspectly.

     I remembered that he'd mentioned phone calls to his office
were not very private.  His paranoia about being found to be gay in
a police department was very real to him.  Perhaps it was.  He'd
have to deal with that in some manner in the future.

     When I put the receiver down, I headed to the kitchen and pulled
a bottle of wine off the shelf and put it in the refrigerator.  The
phone rang again.  "All set.  Pink Triangle at eight.  Bob'll meet us
there," Randy said.

     "Bill agrees, too," I replied.

     "You guys into a little 'hide the wiener' action after we get
the two of them together?" Randy asked slyly.

     "I'll talk to Dave," I replied with some reservation.  "He's
had a tough day, so he may not be in the mood for it.  But, with
dinner and a little wine to relax him, I think he might come
around," I added conspiratorially.

     "We think you guys are so hot, and want to fuck with you again
and again.  Don't want to wear out our welcome, though," Randy said
agreeably.  "Sure hope our matchmaking works," he added changing
the subject back to Robocop and Bob.

     "So do I," I said with a sigh.  "If anyone deserves a good
man, it's Bill.  He's so new to this and really wants a
'significant other' in his life.  He said as much last night.  I
hope he has the good sense to not push too hard or rush into
something."

     "Don't worry," Chuck said trying to sound reassuring.  "Bob's
real level-headed about affairs of the heart.  He'll keep
everything on an even keel."

     "Okay.  See you at eight, then."

     I dialed Larry.  There would be another hour pass before Dave
would be home and I'd probably need all of that to hear Larry's
tales.  As Larry talked, I listened and prepared dinner.  He went
on and on about a couple of players called Big John and Will.  He
got fucked by both of them and loved it.  Will wanted to sit on his
dick, too, as well as Ray's.  It was a memorable evening for all.

     Within the hour, Dave came dragging in.  I halted the
conversation with Larry.  Dinner was almost ready and the wine was
poured.  He gulped the first glass and settled into a big chair in
the living room as I offered him a refill.  "Nope.  I'll have more
with dinner.  I just need a few moments to unwind and adjust my
brain to reality."

     I left the room, allowing him time to get his mind untwisted
by the day's events.  He would tell me all about it in his time-frame.
I'd learned a long time ago that when Dave didn't want to talk, there
was no point in pursuing conversation.

     In another ten minutes, he was himself again.  He poured us
both a glass of wine and set the table.  He asked about plans for
the evening and if a date had been made for Robocop and the
football player.  I revealed the whole plan including Randy and
Chuck's request to fuck with us again.

     Dave brightened at that.  And I was surprised.  When he had a
bad day, that was not something that he generally wanted to do.
But, he knew himself well enough to understand that he'd be ready
for some hot cock by eight.  He had a genuine affection for Chuck
and Randy.  Not only did he love sex with them, but they were guys
our age and our perspectives on the world.

     "Good," Dave said.  "I could use a good sex release tonight
with those two after a day like this."

     Dave explained the problems of the day.  I could only lend a
sympathetic ear.  They were intricate legal problems which included
a big law firm downtown.  He thought they were giving their client
bad advice just to increase their bill.  He'd make another run at
them tomorrow.

     Dinner was quickly devoured.  The wine was perfect for the
veal and the mood.  Dave had recently discovered New Age music and
had put a new purchase on the CD to play during dinner.  That
smoothed his ruffled feathers completely.  By the end of dinner, he
was 100% ready to take on the plans for the evening.

     "I'm not going to get into any kind of 'bar drag' this
evening," I told him.  "We already have our dates for the evening.
There's no one I need to impress or entice."

     "Agreed," Dave sighed.  "But, I'm not wearing this suit.  Just
some levis and a Polo.  I want to be comfortable like you."

     I had changed into levis and a Polo while Dave was unwinding
in the living room before dinner.  That had also changed his
attitude.  My levis really showed off my ass, and he patted it
several times while he was setting the table.

     By eight o'clock, we were in the bar.  Bob was already there,
but the coaches hadn't arrived yet.  I walked up to him and shook
his hand.  So did Dave.

     "Now, I remember you," Dave said.  "You were quite the hit in
Mike's book."

     Bob looked at me quizzically.  "You gave me a great blow-job
and fucked the hell out of your tight end at the same time," I
reminded him.

     A smile of recognition spread across his face.  "He's a tight
end, alright.  And I remember drinking your cum.  It was great
tasting," he added scanning the room.

     "What a fucking stud!" he said choking on his drink as he
looked over my shoulder.  Dave and I turned to see Officer Dundee
enter the bar and glance around.  He was cool as he surveyed the
room.  He spotted us and grinned.

     "That's your date for the evening!" I laughed.  "Would you
like to be introduced?"

     "Fuck, YES!  What a hunk!" Bob replied almost drooling from
excitement as Bill made his way through the thin week-night crowd.
He had worn shorts that were too small for him, but showed his
basket well.  His ass was probably stretching the material across
his backside to the breaking point.

     He wore no shirt.  His square, muscular pecs were like twin
granite slabs with one little, erect nipple at the edge of each.
His heavy thighs moved forward towards us with sturdiness and
purpose.  He greeted us warmly with hugs.  I handed him the
videotape that I had copied the night before for him.  He looked
puzzled for a moment, but quickly remembered my offer to give him
a copy of his favorite gay video.

     "Thanks," he whispered in acknowledgment.  "But, I think I'll
be doing the real thing tonight.  What a fucking stud!"

     "Bill," I said, "I want you to meet a great fullback and a
really nice man.  This is Bob.  Bob, your date for the night (if
you hit it off) is Bill."  They shook hands and grinned at each
other like two kids.  They both liked what they saw.

     Bob had worn cutoffs which displayed his big, fullback legs
and a tank top which didn't hide anything.  It was far too small to
hide his erect nipples, his muscular pecs, or his flat, washboard
stomach.  They would get along just fine.  They already knew what
they wanted to do in bed.

     "Could I get you a drink, Bill?" Bob offered.

     "I was hoping we could skip all that, now that I've met you,
and get to the serious stuff," Bill winked.

     "I like him already," Bob said to us.  "They really call you
Robocop, to your face, Bill?" he asked Bill.

     "Yep."

     "I can certainly see why.  What a great body!!  Those pecs
need to be chewed on all night."

     Randy and Chuck joined us.  Bill turned to greet them and was
immediately included in a conversation about getting together later
in the week for dinner and intimacy with the coaches.  Bill smiled,
but promised nothing.  His sights were set on Bob.

     "Damn!  What a great ass!" Bob whispered looking at Bill's
butt.  "This is going to be a night to remember."

     Bob's cock was snaking down his leg and the head was exposed.
He grabbed Bill around the chest and eased the cop's backside into
him.  He whispered in his ear, "I hope you can feel how much I'm
looking forward to this," he said as he pushed his crotch tightly
against Bill's ass.  "If not, put your hand on the inside of my
right leg."

     Bill's hand moved slowly toward the designated target as he
ground his ass against Bob's bulging crotch.  His hand closed over
Bob's cockhead and squeezed.  He was rewarded with clear drops of
precum.  Bill milked it a few more times, then lifted his fingers
discretely to his lips and tasted.

     "Ummm," Bill moaned quietly, savoring the flavor as he closed
his eyes.  "You taste and feel good," he whispered in his date's
ear.  "Let's get the fuck out of here and get to know each other
better."

     Bill and Bob excused themselves from the group and nearly crab
walked out of the bar.  Their cocks were so hard, they could barely
walk at all.

     "That's a lusty couple, isn't it?" Randy observed.  "I think
it's time to follow their lead.  Our place or yours?" he grinned at
us.

     "Makes no difference to me," Dave said agreeably.  I nodded.

     "Let's fuck at our place again, then," Chuck decided for all
of us.  "You remember how to get there?"

     "With cocks and butts like yours, how could we forget?" Dave
smiled.  "But, we'll follow you, anyway."

     As we left the bar, the traffic light turned to "walk" for us.
We saw Bill sitting in his idling car waiting for the light to
change.  Also in the car was a shadow of someone else in the front
seat giving Bill a blow-job.  Bob wasn't losing any time.  And I
remembered well how much he liked sucking on white cocks.

     Bill looked over at us and tapped Bob on the shoulder.  He
looked up and waved to us.  But he knew he'd been caught in the
twilight going down on Bill.  He smiled sheepishly, but returned to
his cocksucking.  A bigger smile spread across Robocop's face as
Bob resumed giving the policeman more oral pleasures.

     We all knew they'd spend a sex-filled evening together.

     "That Robocop guy is a stud!" Randy said.  "I sure hope he
takes us up on our offer for later in the week.  I'd love to bang
away on that tail!"

     "Down, Boy," Chuck cautioned with a smile.  "After he gets
fucked by Bob, he may not want to do anyone else.  You've said many
times what a great top he is."

     "I can still dream, can't I?" Randy beamed as he gave his
lover's ass a squeeze.  "You'll always be the one I want to get
fucked by the most."

     Randy and Chuck left us at the next block and went to their
car.  Dave's car was in the next block, but we caught up with them
within a few more seconds.


                         Fucking Coaches

     We made good time driving to their house.  By 8:30, our
clothes were in a pile in their bedroom and we were in their
oversized shower.  They loved to soap us up as much as we loved to
soap them up.  Special attention was paid to cocks and assholes.
After we dried off, we tried to decide who was going to do what to
whom.

     "Would I be jumping to an incorrect conclusion if I assumed
that everyone here wanted to be fucked by and fuck everyone else
here?" Chuck asked.

     We collectively looked at one another and nodded.  This was
going to be hard to sort out.  But, the evening was still young.
With their recovery powers, they'd have no problems with several
couplings.  I wasn't so sure I would.  And it was a week day.  That
would mean nothing to Chuck and Randy, but would somehow have to be
factored in for Dave and I.

     I decided I should offer an alternative for us to consider.
"Chuck and I are both hot for black cock," I began.  "How about if
we just change partners for the night and get as much fucking in as
we can?  Maybe another time, we could match up the other way.  I
know Dave and Randy like fucking each other with their big rammers
and I love to eat Chuck's furry, muscular ass.  How about it?"

     The other members of the quartet lustfully eyed the cocks and
asses of their proposed partners.  It looked like they were buying
into my idea.

     "I'm for it with one modification," offered Randy.  "Anytime
there is an opening that should be stuffed or a cock that isn't
occupied, we try to find a way to make it a happy four-way."

     We all nodded in agreement.  Randy stood and moved over toward
me.  I must have been crazy to think I could take that big baseball
bat up my ass again.  But I had done it once, I reminded myself.
He's very good at fucking and you can fuck his tight, black ass,
too.  You know how much you like doing that.  I was trying
everything to psyche myself up for the ramming I would surely get.

     "How do ya want it, Mike?" Randy huskily said, his hormones
racing and his cock menacingly waving in my face.  "Up your tight
butt, or in your face?  Maybe you'd rather fuck me?!" he offered.

     "Yeah!  All of the above.  I wanna do it all!" I replied
greedily.

     "On your hands and knees then, Stud!" the big black coach
ordered.  "I'm gonna ride that pretty, white ass of yours until I
squirt cum out your nose!"

     Shaking in anticipation, I assumed the position he wanted.  My
cock bobbed stiffly in front of me.  At least some part of me was
excited about the coming assault.  Randy grabbed for it through my
legs and squeezed the cockhead, producing the expected precum
pearl.  He rolled it and the next two drops onto his finger.  His
milking hand produced more precum juices from my throbber.  These,
too, he loaded on to his middle digit.

     In one swift motion before they could leak off his finger, he
applied them directly to my winking, pink asshole.  The electric
sensation of being touched with a hot finger covered with precum in
one of my most erogenous zones by this heavily muscled black
stallion sent lightning through my balls.

     I squirt a shot of hot cum into his other hand.  My climax
didn't hit me, but I knew I was close to the edge.  This had
happened several times before.  I didn't know how I did it, but
somehow, sometimes, I could squirt cum and not climax, just like
Robocop did.  Randy held his hand over the end of my cock waiting
for the rest of my load.  When it didn't happen, he asked me
quietly if I'd cum.

     "Did you cum, Mike?  I didn't think I got you that hot!" he
whispered.

     "No," I answered back.  "Just something that happens
sometimes.  I don't seem to have any control over it.  And you did
get me that hot.  Just working my asshole and knowing what comes
next is almost too much for my balls to handle."

     "Okay."

     Randy lifted his cum-laden hand away from my still throbbing
dick, replaced by the one which recently had precum on one finger.
His new hand gently massaged my cock, trying to strip more cum or
precum from it.  I released more cum, but didn't climax.  He
stripped my dick a few more times gently.  I was so close to a real
climax.  I wasn't sure I could hold off much longer.  He raised his
cum-loaded hand to his nose and sniffed.

     "Ummmm!  Smells fine.  Much as I want to drink this down, I
have another use for it," he hoarsely revealed.

     He moved his full hand down toward my ass and tipped its
contents into my asshole.  I could feel the warm liquid course down
my ass crack and puddle for a moment in my hole before continuing
its race for its origin, my balls.  Randy's hand moved swiftly to
stem the flow and rubbed it into my ass opening.

     I was being finger fucked by a black bull and lubed with my
own cum.  This was hot!  I wanted more.  He continued moving any
flow that tried to escape into my grasping dick-eater.

     "Oh!  SHIT!  YES!!!  Fuck ME, STUD!!!" I pleaded with him.
But he had other ideas first that he wanted to do with me.

     "Not so fast, White Boy!" he barked.  "You got a pretty, white
ass that needs some tongue action first."  With that he replaced
his probing, cum-slicked finger with this tongue.  As he played his
tongue around my asshole, he caught wayward ropes of cum in my ass
crack and licked others from his fingers and palm.  I knew he'd
find a way to lick up my cum.

     His tongue worked magically on my rosebud.  I was begging for
more.  My cock was throbbing and jerking in time to his massages.
My release would not be far away if he didn't stop playing with it.
He'd get more than a shot of cum this time.  I was too close to
cumming.

     Meanwhile, I'd grabbed the back of this head with my hands and
pulled his face tighter into my spread cheeks.  In my bent over
position I looked over at Dave and Chuck.  Dave was already fucking
Chuck's heavily muscled ass with his big, black ass-stretcher.  The
pace was so heavy, I was sure they would be cumming soon.

     As I'd been watching Chuck and Dave, Randy had moved his face
away from my ass and had replaced it with his lubed, sheathed fuck
pole.  The natural lube that he'd pushed up my ass, my own cum, was
providing him with the extra slipperiness that he wanted.  I was so
hot for cock that I was speared on his giant cock nearly half way
before I realized that I was being fucked.

     Both of his hands were on my sides for ease in pulling me into
him and skewering me farther on his monster meat.  Randy's 13" were
very thick and hot.  This wasn't the seemingly easy meat that I sat
on last time.  This fucker was hard as a rock and pressing deeper
with each second.  I clamped down hard on him, trying to decrease
the size of the invader.  That only managed to make it harder,
because I was restricting the blood flow at the base, not at the
head.

     The black weapon was completely buried inside my guts, now.
I could feel Randy's curly pubic hair rub against my ass.  Then I
felt him grind it in harder as the hair abraded my tender asshole.

     "Damn!  You feel so fucking good, Mike!  I love your ass!" he
whispered throatily into one ear as he nibbled on the lobe.
"You're so fucking tight.  I'd love to do this all night, but I'm
gonna cum any second!"

     Chuck and Dave had crab walked over in front of us.  Chuck was
still bent over at the waist with Dave's cock high up his asshole.
Chuck was determined to get a mouthful of cum.  Mine!  Well, he
wouldn't be disappointed.  Randy was fucking me with long strokes
that were ravaging my prostate.  It would only be a matter of a few
seconds now.

     In one quick motion, Chuck took my cock orally clear to the
root and swallowed it down his massaging throat.  Instantly,
Randy's pace quickened.  I clamped down hard on his invader to get
him off.  Randy was bucking hard up my butt now.  Short,
purposeful, rapid strokes.  Within another couple of hits on my
prostate, I'd be finished.

     As if on cue, Chuck pulled back on my cock and tongued it
viciously.  Randy plowed deeply again.  I could feel his cockhead
swell within me.  He would be squirting cum by the next one.  My
balls boiled over.  I was cumming.

     Randy raced in a final time, impaling me completely on his 13"
and bending me over backwards.  My cock was forced down Chuck's
throat again with Randy's deep jab into me.  Chuck backed off
farther and savored the second and third wave of my climax.
Randy's heavy squirts and buckings were overwhelming both of us.

     He leaned into me and we fell forward, ripping my cock out of
Chuck's mouth as we toppled onto the mattress.  My cock continued
to empty into the sheets as Randy's hips moved jerkily up and down,
thrusting his still awesome weapon high into my bowels.

     "Gawd!  What a FUCK!" I finally managed to say.  "You really
know how to show a guy a good time."

     "Ummm," Randy said dreamily still fucking lazily into my
stretched asshole.  "My pleasure."

     Dave and Chuck had resumed with more concentration on their
own coupling now.  Dave was down to the short strokes.  I knew he'd
empty his nuts very soon.  Chuck was beating his meat in time to
the thrusts into his backside.

     I scooted over with Randy still deeply inside me and opened my
mouth in front of Chuck's one-eyed, pink monster.  I could see the
slit dilating.  I moved in closer and was rewarded with a loud,
echoing splat as Chuck's first wave of hot jism hit the back of my
tongue.  The second and third did the same as I moved closer.  I
finally got my lips over the tip, swallowed and drank thirstily of
the remaining load.  I swallowed again when Chuck pulled his dick
away to ram his ass back against Dave's pistoning ebony log.

     "Fuck!  YES!  Take my cum!!  NOW!!!" Dave shouted.  "All my
fucking cum!"  His thrusts into the muscular ass he was screwing
were hard and fast.  He was burying his cock as deeply as it would
go with each penetration.  Chuck was bucking back into him and
spreading his cheeks with his hands.  He wanted it all!

     "Yeah, big man.  Cum in my ass!  Fill me!" Chuck added in
cadence with his bucking and Dave's burying.  More cum dripped from
Chuck's spent cock, but I'd gotten all the shots of sperm.  I could
live with that.  The fucking subsided as Dave opened his eyes.

     "What a hot scene!" Randy said.  "I've never really seen my
lover take it like that from a big one like yours, Dave.  This is
hot!"

     "Even better from my perspective, my love," Chuck smiled.

     "Gawd!  What a fucking ass!" Dave sighed as his hips slowed
their pistoning action and gently fucked Randy's lover.  He was
letting his dick soak in Chuck's great ass and his cock drain
completely before he pulled out.

     Randy and Dave rolled off their respective partners and
stripped off their condoms.

     "No!" shouted Chuck and I in unison.  "I worked hard for
that," I said.  "Me, too," added Chuck.  "I'll take that from you
now, Sir," he added.  I reached for the condom Randy had in his
hand, too.  Chuck and I drank spent cum from our partner's condoms.
Randy's was still hot and good, just like the last time.  Chuck's
eyes closed as he savored Dave's.  He smacked his lips pronouncing
it delicious.

     "Thanks, Randy," I said.  "That's one of the hottest fuck
scenes I've ever been in.  I really liked the part where you lubed
my ass with my own cum and then ate me.  It made a great fuck even
more enjoyable.  Even your cock felt harder and longer than the
last time."

     "I was really hot for your tail, Mike," Randy smiled.  "And
Chuck can tell you that any time I get that hot, my cock gets extra
hard.  It doesn't allow for ass muscles to squeeze it down very
much when that happens.  I knew I'd have to get you well prepared
or we wouldn't be fucking for very long."

     "Yeah," Chuck spoke up.  "We noticed you guys were really
going at it, so we purposely decided to wait until you were done so
we could watch."

     Dave nodded his head and smiled at me.  "Quite a show, lover!"

     I smiled weakly and rubbed my ass.  "Damn!  What a fuck!"

     Chuck rubbed his, too.  "No shit!  Dave can fuck me anytime."

     Chuck and Randy changed the subject to Robocop.  They wanted
to hear all about how we had met him and what had happened in bed
with him.  They were very concerned about us when we told them
about the altercation on the street, but felt some relief when we
told them about Tony.  They also expressed a sexual interest in him
as well.

     "The only problem is," I said, "they'd be hard to find.  Tony
just got out of the slammer and doesn't have a phone.  And I don't
remember the name of the construction company he works for.  Do you
Dave?"

     "I don't recall hearing it.  But, couldn't you find John
Gabriel in the phone book?"

     "Hadn't thought of that," I responded.  "You know Tony better
than I do.  You should call them and find out how they're doing."

     "Okay," Dave agreed.  "By the way, Randy, how is the team
shaping up this year?  You have a couple of new draftees whom I
already know are great in bed, but how are they on the field?  Are
they and the veterans coming together as a team, yet?"

     Randy warmed quickly to the subject and Chuck added his
opinion every time he got a chance.  We only had to ask clarifying
questions a couple of times before they started to wind down after
an hour.  I then asked them about how they'd been doing with the
gay members of the squad and if they'd bedded anymore of them
singly or in pairs.  That took another hour of stories and
hardening dicks.  Randy finally got the subject back to sex with
Bill Dundee.

     "How about Robocop?" asked Randy.  "I'd sure like to get into
his pants right away.  I know we can get to Bob and find out how
they got along."

     "Down, Boy!" Chuck reproached him with a giggle.  "They just
met tonight.  Give 'em a chance to get to know each other before
you try to get into his pants.  After all, Mike did say Robocop was
looking for single men, not an old married couple like us."

     "But, he's so gorgeous and hunky!  How long do you expect me
to wait?"

     "At least a week or until Bob calls, whichever happens last,"
Chuck said with finality.  "And we aren't being very gracious hosts
by talking about future tricks when two of the hottest men in town
are already in our bed," he added squeezing Dave's arm.

     "On that, we can agree," Randy leered at me.  "Ready for round
two?"

     "Is the Pope Catholic?" I replied.  "On your back, Stud!"

     Randy hastily moved into position and handed me a condom.  He
draped his long legs over my shoulder and grinned up at me.  "I'm
gonna want it slow this time," he said with a wink.  "I want you to
fuck me nice and easy.  I want to feel your cock completely buried
inside me for a long time before you cum.  If you feel like you're
getting close, stop.  I want this to last!"

     "This'll last as long as both of us can hold out," I assured
him.  I hoped it wasn't bravado that was speaking.  I genuinely
wanted to be in his tail for a while instead of the usual instant
fucks that we seemed to do to each other.

     I put on the condom and moved in closer to apply the lube.
Greasing up his ass and inserting several fingers to rub over his
prostate was getting him fired up.  I'd have to slow down or this
would be another quickie.

     Dave and Chuck had decided that their coupling would be with
Dave getting fucked in the face-down position.  Dave liked having
a big man on top of him.  It made him feel like a completely
helpless bottom.  It also got Chuck's cock in deeply if Dave raised
his hips with the assist of a pillow.

     My fingers had been replaced by my cock as I'd watched Dave
and Chuck get their positions sorted out.  The rigid cock rumbling
over Randy's prostate was going slowly in and out.  I was trying to
keep the speed down and not get my balls to boil higher than a
simmer.  Randy pulled my hips into his ass for complete
penetration.  He didn't try to change my speed.  His request was
genuine to get a slow fuck.

     "Yeah!  That feels just right, Mike," Randy moaned.  "Don't
change a thing.  You're hitting my prostate just right.  I want
this to continue a long, long time.  I'll let you know when I get
close.  I want to shoot my load without touching my cock, and your
current friction is just right for setting that up."

     By now, Chuck was banging away on Dave's ass with gusto.  He
was going to cum in that beautiful, black ass within a matter of
moments.  Dave was raising his hips up to match every downward
thrust of Chuck's enraged cock.  Both big men were enjoying what
they were doing, but Chuck was enjoying it more.  His face was
contorting into his climax grimace.

     Dave was watching over his shoulder at the man who was banging
hard on his upturned asshole.  He, too, saw the grimace on Chuck's
face.  I could tell by the muscular contractions of Dave's hips
that he was trying to milk all the cum from Chuck's balls.  His
body pistoned back into Chuck with blinding speed, fully prepared
to rip the cum from Chuck's ball bag if he had to.

     "Oh, FUCK!" roared Chuck.  "I gotta CUM!  Take me big man!
TAKE ME!!!"

     "Fuck me hard, Chuck," Dave chanted.  "Ram that big dong deep
into me.  Cum in my hot ass!"

     "Damn!  That's so fuckin' hot!" Randy said looking over at our
lovers coupling at the height of Chuck's climax.  "Give me more
cock, Mike.  I wanna cum!  Make me squirt, Fucker!"

     I picked up the pace.  Long-dicking was one of my specialties.
And Randy was begging for my hot cock to dump its big load up his
ass.  His cock bobbed crazily above his stomach.  I remembered that
he wanted to cum without touching himself.  His cock looked swollen
and angry enough to do just that.  It was leaking quantities of
precum that were looping strands around his cock and onto his flat
stomach.  Randy's big hands were glued to my hairy ass and pulled me
hard into him with each of my thrusts.

     My eyes closed as I tried to block out the fantasy that I was
a partner to.  I loved fucking big, black men with huge cocks and
tight holes.  This reality was better than any fantasy I had ever
thought of.  I thought of Dave and how hot he made me, but quickly
changed to something else when I realized that Dave was a fantasy
and reality that would get me too hot, too.

     Randy's urgent coupling was ramming me deeply into him.  His
big hands continued to insist on setting the pace faster and
faster.  He wanted my cock to ravage his prostate and make him
shoot all over his body just by the action on his joy button.  His
breathing was more ragged.  His urging grunts more pronounced.

     I raped his willing hole with my pistoning pole.  Whether
Randy wanted me to or not, I was cumming!  I couldn't hold back a
second longer.  My cockhead swelled and spewed the contents of my
nuts (which felt like they drew from reserves in my toes) into his
pulsing love tunnel.  The extra thickness of my cockhead swelling
in his guts hit his button just right and he started to unload his
balls, too.

     "FUCK ME!   Mike, FUCK ME!!!" Randy insisted.  His fingers dug
into my ass cheeks and pulled me tightly into him, not allowing me
to piston his ass any longer.  I ground my pubic hair into his
asshole hairs and unloaded another volley of hot cum.  His cock
shot cum over his stomach and hit him on the neck.  Additional cum
shots caromed off his stomach and chest with each new jerk of his
disgorging cock.  "GAWD!!  FUCK MEEEE!!!!"

     I bucked into him again and again, mesmerized by Randy's
convulsing cock and wanting to drink up all his cum.  Leaning over
his quivering body, I started to lap at his cum directly from the
fountain.  The instant sensation of touch on his highly sensitive,
jetting prick was more than he could tolerate.

     "Stop!  STOP!!  I can't stand the feeling," he yelled at me as
his hands moved with lightning speed from my hips to my head and
pulled me off.  I looked up and smiled at him.

     "Just trying to drink from the spigot," I replied.  "Good to
the last drop," I added wiping my lips with the back of a hand.

     "Damn!  What a show!" Chuck whistled.  "You really can fuck
well, Mike.  I knew you were good when you fucked me, but with
Randy....  Wow!  No wonder Dave is such a great bottom for me."

     "You should have been on the receiving end of that rammer of
his," smiled Randy.  "I thought I was going to piss all over
everyone.  But my cock was so hard, I knew I'd cum instead.  He
sure can make my prostate happy!"

     I exited his ass and removed the condom.  "Hey," Randy
objected.  "I worked for that cum, too.  Hand it over!"  He pulled
the well-used condom from my fingers, upended it at his lips and
drank deeply.

     "Pervert!" I snapped.  "At least give me the chance to lick
off some of your cum as compensation for the treat you just got."
Hearing no objection, I moved to carry through on my bargain and
tongued him in all the places I saw ropes of cum streaked across
his stomach and chest.  I knew his nipples would be sensitive and
saved them for the last.

     But Dave and Chuck were over Randy licking up the prize liquid
before I could follow through on my plan.  There was no way I was
going to be able to fight them off, so I went for the biggest pools
of spent man juice.  I probably got the majority of it, but not all
of it.

     The happy foursome enjoyed their cum-soaked evening.  Chuck
and Randy talked more about their team and the prospects for the
Super Bowl.  Randy even regaled us with tales of fucking with
opposing teams after the game and finding out that some of the
toughest men on the field were the "lightest" in the ankles when it
came to big cocks.

     Ten minutes later, and with the last of Randy's spent cum
swirling about our tongues, Dave and I pointed out that we had work
facing us in the morning and said our goodbyes.  They were
disappointed, but understood.  They did extract another promise to
share their bed with them again, soon.


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