Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2001 18:00:03 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 20.

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 			BLACK AND WHITE


                   Chapter 20--The Homecoming

     We drove home in near silence.  Both of us were completely
fucked out.  Dave parked the car and turned off the lights as I
rewound the phone recorder.  Robocop had called to thank us for
setting him up with Bob.  Bob was in the background urging Bill
back to bed and more heavy ass grinding.

     "You can tell that we've hit it off very well," Bill
concluded.  "Thanks for introducing us.  We owe you a lot!" he
added as he hung up and Bob gleefully grabbed at him again.

     "Fuckers!" I said under my breath.  "I knew they'd hit it off
with Bill's great ass and Bob's big, black cock.  We gotta get them
over here and collect their debt," I said turning to a very tired
Dave.  "But I guess not tonight."

     "Right.  Not tonight.  Let's talk about it tomorrow," Dave
groaned as he slowly moved up the stairs to our bedroom.  "You
really like Randy, don't you?" he said at the top of the steps.

     "Sure," I said noncommittally.  "But I love you.  There's a
big difference."  I could read him like a book.  Dave was a little
jealous of Randy.  Maybe, even a lot jealous.  I'd have to be
careful here.

     "Yeah?  Prove it!  I saw how you two were fucking.  You were
really into it!" he said accusingly.

     "Of course I liked it.  But, you're still the man I want to
live with and make love to.  Randy's someone that I like fucking
with.  Do you see the difference?" I said trying to be reassuring.

     "Not really," he said softening.  "Explain it to me," he added
more defiantly.

     "My darling Dave," I began, "you are the man I've always
wanted in my life and I don't see the day when you won't be.  Randy
has a big dick and I like big dicks, but he isn't my lover.  And he
never will be.  He has Chuck and I have you.  I love you and only
you."  I was making progress, but I wasn't home free.  "What seems
to be the problem here?" I finally said exasperated.  "What are you
feeling and why?"

     "I feel unappreciated.  Randy DOES have a bigger dick than I
do, and you were really getting into it, both from the giving and
the receiving end."

     "Are you envious because I got to work on his big cock and you
didn't?"

     That stopped him cold.  He hadn't even thought of it in those
terms, but he quickly brushed it aside.  "No.  That's not it.  I'm
sharing you with someone I can't compete with, and I don't know how
to get you back," he added looking down.

     "You never lost me, Dave," I said quietly, pulling his head
up.  I kissed him gently.  "I love you, Dave; not Randy.  That
can't change."  He stared at me blankly.  "Okay, so I enjoy sex.
Maybe too much.  But you're reading more into what I was doing than
what I was feeling.  I felt like I was being fucked by a big dick
and fucking a tight, beautiful, black ass.  But it wasn't
lovemaking like we do.  It was pure animal fucking.  Haven't you
noticed the difference?"

     "Well,..." Dave began slowly as we continued to shed clothes
to jump into bed, "I know we don't fuck with each other like we do
with others.  It seems more personal," he paused, and with a sigh
added, "Yeah, I guess it's different."  He sighed deeply again and
looked me directly in the eyes.  "Mike, I'm a jealous fool.  I feel
so stupid now that you've pointed it out to me again.  We've
already had this discussion many times, and I still have to go over
it, again and again."

     "We still need to talk more about it.  Otherwise, you wouldn't
keep wanting to bring it up; but it's after midnight," I quietly said
as I slipped beneath the covers with him.  "I think you keep coming
back to it because you've never felt like we had closure.  We need to
get to the bottom of all your feelings and mine, as well as our
unspoken expectations.  But not tonight.  We need more time, and
it's so late, I don't think I could hold an intelligent
conversation.  Agreed?"

     "Yeah, agreed," he sighed.  I could tell he wanted to discuss
it now.  Despite the time and the fact it was a work day tomorrow,
I knew I had to grab the moment and get it resolved.

     "Okay, it has to be done now," I said admitting defeat.  "It's
too important to wait.  I can see that."  I turned off the light
and snuggled into him.  "You start.  This is your topic.  I
wouldn't know where to begin."

     Dave poured out his soul to me and I listened for the next 15
minutes.  He dredged up all the gay-related items that had been
bothering him since he first discovered he liked men.  We went back
over them issue by issue and resolved them or talked them out to
his satisfaction.  He was finally seeing that I did love him and
that all the fucking and sucking we'd been doing with other men
didn't mean anything in our relationship (with the possible
exceptions of expanding our circle of friends, enjoying their
sexual company, and maybe learning new techniques).

     I used Chuck and Randy as an example of a couple who'd been
together a lot longer than we had, and they loved "entertaining"
other men.  I also reminded him of the special feelings they had
for each other when they explained how they had stayed together for
nearly 15 years.  Dave was understanding slowly that it was
possible to separate love from sex (and he'd been doing it for
years with Kay).  He hadn't recognized it for what it was.

     By now, it was nearly 2 a.m.  "Mike, thanks for being so
tolerant.  This has really helped me see what was always right
in front of my face."

     "And it's helped me, too," I added, "to reconfirm what I've
always thought about you and what I wanted out of a relationship.
This has gotten me less terrified of having you for my lover.  It
still scares me because of the commitment, but I'm more convinced
than ever that you're worth it," I said as I lifted my head from
his chest and kissed him on the lips.  He returned my kiss with
appreciation and a grope of my genitals.

     "Wanna fuck, Mike?" he asked.

     "My asshole couldn't take another big one tonight," I
protested, groaning in mock terror.

     "I was thinking of you topping me, Mike!"

     "Oh.  In that case, fuck, YES!"

     "Awright!  Fuck me like Chuck did.  Your dick is bigger and I
love to have a big man on me and in me," Dave asked.

     "But, I want to drink your tasty cum, my darling," I pleaded.

     "Indulge me," he asked, stroking me more and getting the
results he wanted, "just this once?"

     "But this'll be my third climax of the evening (assuming that
I can), and I think you've cum only once," I weakly countered as I
rubbed his ass with my hand.  I loved the feel of his muscular ass
melons.  They were so hard and smooth.

     "Please?"

     "Roll over on your stomach then.  This may take a while.  I
may not have recharged my batteries yet," I warned.

     Dave rolled onto his stomach, put a pillow under his hips to
elevate his ass more (and get my cock to rocket across his prostate
with greater intensity), and lubed his ass.  "Ready," he gloated.

     I gently entered his ass with my fat cock.  He was relaxed and
I slid in all the way in one stroke.  We both sighed as my cock hit
bottom and I ground my pubic hair into his ass hair.

     "Fuck, you feel good, Mike.  I'm understanding more each
second that you're right about fucking and lovemaking.  This is far
better than even Chuck felt, and he was really great."

     My body almost completely covered his.  He was a bigger man,
so I didn't give it total coverage.  I moved my hips up and down
slightly to establish a slow fucking rhythm.  His hips moved in
time with mine and his ass-lining milked at my cock gently.  He was
giving me great satisfaction, but not too much stimulation.  I
licked his earlobe and kissed the nape of his neck.

     With each penetration, he pushed back eagerly to take all of
the offered impaler.  Dave's breathing and moans were giving me the
feedback that I needed to know how hard to push and what internal
spots he liked hit.  His rounded, muscular ass cheeks were so
inviting as I looked down at them in the moonlight.  Their perfect
symmetry glinted in the pale light, pushing me faster into his
manhole than I thought I could after the non-stop sex at the
coaches' house.

     "Yeah, Mike!  I love it when you grind your fat cock into my
asshole.  It really scratches an itch that no one else has been
able to reach.  Fuck me harder and harder," Dave ordered.

     Happy to comply, I increased my tempo and felt the familiar
tightening in my groin area that signaled my ballsac to pull up
against my perineum.  In spite of the earlier hot sex with Randy,
I knew that I would cum again, and very soon.  Dave's moaning was
reaching a crescendo as his ass bounced forcefully back into me.
I could feel that he was rubbing his cock against the sheets for
maximum stimulation for his impending climax.

     He raised higher off the bed as I hammered harder into him.
Dave was on all fours now--doggie style!  Just the way both of us
liked it.  My 9" of steel rammed his tight hole repeatedly.  The
building climax was teetering on the edge and I wanted Dave to cum
with me.  His moans reached new heights as his body tensed.  He was
going to cum.

     "FUCK ME!  GAWD!!  YES!!  FUCK ME!!" Dave roared and shoved
back hard against the raping tool.  "Yes!  YES!!  I'M CUMMING!!"

     My own need for sexual gratification was racing through me.
With a final plunge, my cock jerked and began to unload the
contents of my cum reservoir.  "Take my cum, Dave!  Drink it down
with your beautiful ass.  You know you love it!  Take it ALL!!!" I
bellowed like a bull in rut.

     Without having to see what was happening, I knew his cock was
spewing cum in long, white ropes in an arch toward his pillow.  If
he'd had his head down instead of yelling out his climax with his
head thrown back, his cum would surely have hit him in the mouth or
chin.

     My jerking cock slowed its pace when my balls were emptied of
their third load that night.  I collapsed onto his broad back and
sighed.  An occasional receding wave of climax would crash over me
and my body would spasm again.  "Damn!" I exclaimed.  "What an
incredible fuck you are!  I didn't think I had another one in me,
but you sure know how to get what you want."

     "You're better every time, Mike.  You'll make a happy bottom
out of me yet," he admitted.

     "Not if I have my way about it!  I love your long, fat, black
dick up my asshole too much to allow that to happen," I objected.
"I like the versatility that you show now.  I wouldn't want to
change that."

     "You do have a nice, tight tail, Mike.  But not tonight!  I'm
just too burned out with all the sex and the lateness of the hour,"
he added as he laid out on the bed with me still connected to his
ass.  "Shit!  That's cold, AND wet!!"  He'd forgotten that his cum
had sprayed all over the sheets.

     "You made your bed.  Now you have to lie in it," I
pontificated.

     "Not a chance!  I'll just sleep on your side!" he decided as
he rolled me off and jumped over to my side of the bed.

     "Hey," I protested.  "You can't do that."

     "It's done.  What're you going to do about it?" he challenged.

     "Lord knows I'm not strong enough to dislodge you," I mused.
"Guess I'll have to join you."

     I crawled over to where I normally slept and cuddled up in
front of him like two spoons in a drawer.  "That's more like it,"
I said as I wiggled my ass into his crotch.  Within seconds, we
were too warm to stay snuggled.

     "This isn't going to work, Mike.  You're too fucking hot!
Let's change the bed and get some sleep."  Without answering him,
I quickly jumped up and ripped off the sheets.  He joined the linen
changing and between us, we finished the job in under a minute and
were asleep in another.


                         Italian Studmeat

     The next day was not easy for us to get out of bed, but
luckily, we both had light work schedules that didn't strain our
exhaustion very much.  Without even eating dinner, we both tumbled
into bed and napped for three hours, awakening refreshed and
ravenous by 8:30.  Dave didn't feel like cooking and neither did I.
He suggested that we use our Dining Out coupons.  After selecting
a restaurant that looked good, Dave drove us over there.

     It was a small, but nice Italian place not too far from campus
and very close to "Greek Row"--the local fraternity houses.  When
we walked in the door, a waiter greeted us and showed us to a
table.  Just as I sat down, Dave said, "Hey, Mike, look who's here!
Bob and Bill!"

     Immediately, they asked us to join them.  They hadn't ordered
yet, either.  After we had all ordered and the cute waiter had
stopped hovering so close, I couldn't stand the suspense and HAD to
know how they were doing.

     "Don't spare any of the details," I urged.  "I know both of
you well enough in the bedroom department to know that I have to
know more."

     Bob and Bill looked at each other and smiled sheepishly.  They
were almost embarrassed.  Before they could reveal anything, the
waiter returned with our salads and placed them before the right
diners.

     "Ground pepper on your salads, gentlemen?" the waiter asked
with a knowing smile.  This guy had to be gay.  His butt was too
cute not to be, I decided.  We all nodded or mumbled assent.  "If
you need anything at all, just let me know," he added with a
flourish.

     "Well," I said with my best smile, "you could suggest a good
wine to go with the meal."

     "That would mean a white and a red for the chicken and the
beef," the waiter countered.

     "Dave and I are having the chicken dish, so we'll have the
white that you recommend.  Bill and Bob, do you want wine?" I asked
turning back to them.

     "I'm not a red wine drinker," Bob said with a grimace.  "How
about you Bill?"

     "I don't like them either," Bill replied.

     "A full carafe, then, of the white," I directed the waiter.

     "Be glad to.  And four glasses?" the server clarified.  There
was a general nodding of heads and our waiter left.

     "What a cute ass," Dave observed as the waiter walked away
toward the kitchen.

     "I've noticed him before in here," Bob disclosed.  "It's a
great ass, but you should see it when he has his white pants
instead of the black ones.  Then, it's more than a cute ass.  It is
to weep!"

     "Is he gay," Dave pressed smiling.

     "I'm not sure," Bob answered.  "I think he is, but I have no
proof."

     Dave looked over at me and smiled.  "Well, I for one would
like to find out.  I'm going to ask him!"

     Bob and Bill were astonished.  I just smiled and shook my
head.  Bold as brass.  That's my Dave.  And with his great looks
and gorgeous smile, he could charm the pants off any man who even
thought about making it with another man.

     "But, before he gets back," Dave quickly changed gears, "I
want to know how you guys are getting along."

     "Let me be the first to say that after one night, I can
honestly tell you that Bob is incredible and insatiable," Robocop
slyly said as he squeezed Bob's hand under the table and speared
another mouthful of salad.

     "And let me be the first to say that Bill has a butt so tight,
I was sure he was going to snap my rod off at the root!" Bob said
glowingly.  "Of course, attached to a body that won't quit doesn't
hurt, either!"

     "Where are the details?" I persisted.  "The place is almost
deserted.  Surely, you can say more."

     "Without revealing everything, both of us skipped work today
and spent most of it in bed, fucking," Bob winked.  "And I know
I've cum five times just today.  I don't remember how many times he
got me off last night."

     A second waiter had seated another party at a booth very close
to ours, so we heard nothing more about the escapades of Robocop
and the fullback that evening.  But from the way they looked at
each other and the spark in the air, we could see that there was
more than lust going on here.

     Our server returned with the wine and poured.  I glanced at
his crotch.  Nice mound, I thought.  Hope it's a nice thick one, if
Dave follows through and asks the waiter about sex.

     The waiter had made a great wine choice and Dave told him so.
"Thanks.  I like to keep my customers happy in lots of special
ways," the waiter smiled.

     "Oh?" Dave said brazenly.  "How else do you like to keep them
happy?" he added almost with a leer.

     The waiter flirted right back and said, "You might be
surprised.  I have a special sauce that I like to whip up for
certain customers whom I think would appreciate its tongue-pleasing
taste and texture."

     "Really?" Dave pressed.  "I sure hope Mike and I can get to
know you well enough to get some of your special sauce."

     "I'll be working for another hour.  I could probably make some
for you after that," the waiter leered right back at him.  "But I
like to serve it with a big hotdog in my back porch."

     Bob and Bill were shaking with suppressed mirth at the blatant
pick-up they were witnessing.

     "I'm sure that Mike and I can accommodate you with some of the
biggest ones you've had," Dave responded to our new date of the
evening.

     "And I can vouch for the veracity of that last statement
personally," Robocop interceded.  "I had the pleasure of a special
barbecue with them very recently."

     "That's good enough for me," our new bed partner beamed.
"Meet you in the parking lot at 10.  The name's Antonio," the
waiter added over his shoulder as he walked back to the kitchen.

     "You're so fucking forward," Bill whispered as he admired the
departing rounded ass.  "I couldn't ever be that brazen."

     "I see what I like, and I go after it," Dave sagely intoned.
"I knew immediately that Mike liked him, so it wasn't hard to
dangle the lure until I knew I could reel him in."

     We finished our salad just as Antonio returned with the
entrees.  The meal was delicious and the conversation spirited.
Bill and Bob told us in hushed tones more about what they
discovered and liked about each other including the sexual parts.
Dave and I continued to watch Antonio cruise around the room,
waiting on new customers.  His furtive smiles in our direction did
not go unnoticed by either of us.  I thought to myself that this
Italian stallion was going to be fun and that I was glad that we
got a nap before coming out.

     Bill and Bob left shortly before 10 to resume their fucking,
and Dave and I dawdled waiting for the restaurant to close.
Antonio cruised by one last time as the last patrons were leaving
and said that he'd be ready in another five minutes.  We rose, paid
the bill, and walked to Dave's car.  Within a few minutes, Antonio
had joined us.

     "I'll follow you to your place.  Do you live far?" he asked.

     "About three miles," I answered.  "See you there."

     Dave flashed one of his dazzlers at him to be sure he was
hooked.  It proved to be unnecessary.  Antonio was hot for both of
us and loved three-ways.

     Our date followed at a safe distance and parked his car in our
driveway. As he followed us up the stairs to our bedroom, Antonio
said, "I sure hope you guys meant what you said.  I have a real
deep itch that can only be scratched by big cocks."

     "And I hope you meant that you had lots of your special sauce
for us," Dave replied.  "We're both cum drinkers."

     "I've got the sauce if you've got the cocks," Antonio smiled.

     "Looks like we'll all be happy, Antonio," I chimed in.  "Like
to take a shower after work and before play?"

     "I was hoping you'd offer," our guest replied.  "Racing around
those tables can be hot work."

     Without turning on any lights (not even in the bathroom), the
happy threesome showered and dried off.  Dave and I both got a
handful of what Antonio had to offer.  It was extremely thick,
probably 7" long and stuck straight out in front of him.  If his
ballsac were any indication of cum volume, his manjuice could swamp
both Dave and I.  His ass was nicely muscled, not as good as Dave's
or mine by any means, but very good.

     Antonio was not one to wait to see if he was going to get what
he'd been hoping, fondled both Dave and I to be sure of our
dimensions.  "Shit!  What fuckpoles!" was about all could say, over
and over.

     The fun soon began with a three-way 69.  Dave was sucking on
Antonio, I was sucking on Dave, and Antonio was sucking on me.  Our
bed partner immediately showed his experience and abilities.
Almost immediately, he had engulfed my hard 9" clear to the pubes
and held me tightly in his throat.  A milking throat is more than
my jerking cock could deal with, especially when my own throat was
being jammed by Dave's thick 11".

     I pulled out of Antonio's mouth almost too late.  My cock
jerked several times and dribbled out a little cum.  I'd not hit my
climax, but my balls were overflowing.  "Damn, Antonio!  Where'd
you learn to suck cock that well?" I asked pulling away from Dave's
throbber.

     He smiled.  "I've been swinging on dick since I was 14.  Can't
seem to get enough of 'em."

     "What a cock," cooed Dave as he released Antonio's organ from
his lips.  "Gotta be the size of a beer can.  Wanna switch, Mike?"

     Without a word, I quickly switched positions and engulfed
Antonio.  Dave licked the spasm of cum from the tip of my cock and
went down on me.  Antonio pushed his mouth slowly down on Dave's
horse cock.  I'd remembered Antonio having a thick cock in the
shower, but I wasn't prepared for its thickness when I tried to
take him orally.

     Dave hadn't exaggerated.  It was the size of a beer can!  I
certainly wasn't going to complain about its 7" length when the
thickness was the biggest I'd ever attempted.  The head was only
slightly bigger than the shaft.  I nearly dislocated my jaw to get
my mouth over the end of it.  Getting any part of it down my throat
was impossible.  However difficult it was to get my lips over his
thickness, Antonio richly rewarded me with an unending heavy flow
of precum.  Each time I'd press the head of his cock against the
roof of my mouth, I'd be flooded with his juices.

     "Damn, Dave!  You're the first guy I haven't been able to take
all the way orally.  Just how big is that beauty?" Antonio asked as
we all came up for air.

     "Mike measured it at 11"," Dave answered with embarrassment.
It always seemed to make him blush when men praised his giant cock.
"But, there are bigger ones.  Right, Mike?"

     "Well, we do know of one that's 13" at least," I replied.

     "Damn!!  Thirteen inches!?  That's amazing.  You guys ever
have him?"

     "Yeah, he's a friend of ours," Dave said smiling at me.  He
understood that Coach Randy wasn't a threat anymore.

     "Wow!  You guys have really got me hot.  Where are those hot
dogs you promised for my back porch?" Antonio challenged.

     "Coming right up, Signore!" I answered deferentially.  "Whose
hot dog do you want?"

     "Both of them!  At the same time!"

     "Shit!" Dave exploded.  "You gotta be kidding.  Mike and I are
really big men.  You couldn't possibly. . . ."

     "But, I can.  I have before," Antonio interrupted.  "Dave, you
go first.  I'll sit on you and Mike can fuck me from behind.  It
takes a little patience and lots of lube, but I know I can do it!"

     "If you really think you can do it, Antonio," Dave agreed
slowly.  "I'm willing to give it a try."

     "Alright!" exclaimed Antonio.

     Dave got out two condoms and handed one to me.  Dave's
sheathed cock was lubed by our guest as I moved around behind
Antonio.  I figured that this would be a good time to rim Antonio's
butt hole.  My tongue slipped into his ass crack and laved away.
He had a big hole that loved attention.  His moanings were
immediate.

     Darting in and out, my oral sword raped his ass.  He relaxed
and I drilled in deeper.  His control was excellent.  The sphincter
grabbed for my tongue and nearly had it captured if it hadn't been
for the lubricating spit.  Maybe he could take both of us.

     "Ready, Dave," I said pulling away.

     "Yeah," sighed Antonio.

     With no additional lubricant on his asshole, Antonio lowered
himself onto Dave's massive rammer.  He surely took it more easily
than anyone I'd ever seen.  Within a few more seconds, he had slid
down to Dave's crotch hairs, completely swallowing the black ass
stretcher.  A big smile parted Antonio's lips.

     "Just a little time to relax and I'll take you, Mike," Antonio
sighed.  "What a fucking cock!"

     "Great ass, Antonio," Dave purred.

     "Hey!  Where do I fit in while you guys are fucking?" I
begged.

     "Suck him off while I suck you off, Mike," Dave offered.

     "But, don't cum, Mike," Antonio warned.  "I still want you
inside me while Dave is."

     I moved into position by straddling Dave's head and opening my
mouth as wide as I could for Antonio's monster.  Dave pulled my
cock toward his mouth and swallowed most of it.  Antonio's
thickness swam in front of me.  As Dave's hips thrust deeply into
Antonio, our guests beer-can cock pistoned into my gaping mouth.

     Antonio's precum flow increased.  His moaning got louder and
louder.  Dave pulled off my cock because he could feel it start to
pulse like it would cum.  He asked, "Antonio?  Are you getting too
close?"

     "AAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!" Antonio bellowed.  He was indeed getting
too close.  His flow changed abruptly in taste and texture.  His
fat cockhead swelled even more and started to jerk.  He fucked my
mouth and impaled himself on Dave's rod alternatively, shouting
loudly with each jet of cum.  His cum was thick and salty.  The
volume was more than I thought even his balls could hold.

     I swallowed once and then again.  The shattering climax that
had overtaken him was rocketing hot cum into my mouth in tidal
proportions.  Again, I swallowed his load.

     "FUCK ME!!" Antonio shouted.  "Harder!" he insisted.

     Dave grabbed Antonio's hips and slammed him down hard into
Dave's crotch as Dave pushed up hard into him and ground his black
bat into Antonio.

     "Shit!  What a great fucking ride!" Antonio beamed.  "You've
got a great cock, Dave.  You haven't cum yet, have you?"

     "No.  Don't worry about it.  Mike and I know how to get each
other off," Dave responded.

     "Oh, no you don't.  I still want both of you inside me,
starting right now."

     "But, Antonio," I protested, "how could you possibly get
fucked by both of us right after you came?"

     "I'm a satyr.  I can fuck and be fucked all night long.  And,
I can cum over and over again," he revealed with a big grin.

     "You'll have to prove it," Dave said.

     "I'm ready now, if both of you are prepared for a real ride,"
Antonio replied.

     Antonio leaned over Dave's body, but kept the black tube
inside him.  I lubed my sheathed cock and aimed.  With labored
intensity, I squeezed the head of my cock so it would be smaller
and inserted it against the bottom of Dave's curved rod.  Antonio
inhaled sharply as the new invader popped inside.

     "FUCK!  You guys are huge!" Antonio breathed through clenched
teeth.  Sweat beaded quickly onto his forehead.  His back was
glowing from perspiration.  "Give me a second to adjust."

     He sank a little farther onto Dave and took another inch of my
rod.  The head and a couple of inches of my cock were inside
Antonio now.  Both Dave and I were hard as steel spikes.  Antonio
may have been used to big men, but maybe not two men with cocks as
hard as ours.

     "This is too much.  You guys are too big for me," Antonio
admitted pulling away from me enough that my cock fell out, but
Dave's stayed deeply buried.  "Hope you don't mind, Mike."

     "Not at all," I answered.  "You may have been able to do it if
you hadn't cum yet, or maybe never."

     "Probably never," he smiled cautiously.  "But, I want both of
you to fuck me.  Mike, I want you to cum in me first.  Okay, Dave?"

     "Sure," we both said.  Dave disconnected from Antonio's ass
and I moved to take Dave's place.

     "I'd really like it, Mike," Antonio said interrupting our
position changes, "if you'd fuck me doggie-style.  That way, I can
suck on Dave at the same time.  Okay?"

     "And I'd like to 69 with you, Antonio, while Mike fucks you,"
Dave offered.

     Antonio quickly assumed a 69 with Dave with Antonio superior,
so I could fuck his experienced ass.  I plugged in to Antonio's ass
again and slid all the way in.  When he felt my cock root hit his
asshole, Antonio clamped down on my rod and started to milk me.
With nearly no motion, he was giving my bloated fuck pole the ride
it liked.  It was over in a matter of seconds.

     I knew his milking action would have me cumming quickly.  I
was determined to get the best ride I could.  My fucking motion was
quick and sharp.  I hammered into him repeatedly, feeling my nuts
begin to boil and my man-rammer swell.  My cock raced over his
prostate, tickling it into releasing any juices that might be left
from the flood that nearly drowned me earlier.

     The Italian's moans quickly communicated to me that he would
be cumming with me.  There was a hair-trigger between his prostate
and his balls.  They were producing more cum for his rod to shoot.
Dave would get a mouthful.

     His moans were in exact rhythm with his milking action against
my pistoning jackhammer.  Antonio clamped down on me even harder as
I rode his ass to my climax.  Dave's cocksucking sounds were
replaced by the sound of fluids being pumped into his mouth and
mixed with Antonio's howls of pleasure.  My cock rocketed into his
bowels once more and emptied the contents of my swollen nuts.
Again and again, I could feel my nuts jerk and my cockhead swell
with each volley.  Antonio's well-lubricated channel was clamped
tight around the invader which was ravaging his prostate.

     "FUCK!  YES!!" Antonio roared.  "Cum in my ASS!!"

     I could only grunt incoherently as my climax hit its peak and
ebbed slowly away.  My cum had filled the condom reservoir and was
surrounding the head as I pulled out.

     "I want to drink your cum, Mike!" Antonio pleaded.  "Please?"

     "You worked for it.  It's yours," I smiled.

     Dave moved out from under Antonio and released his oral prize.
"Damn, Antonio!  You really can cum a lot!  How do you recover so
fast?"

     "Don't know," he replied.  "Just always have.  And thanks for
the hot cum you gave me, too."

     "You came, too, Dave?" I asked.

     "Yeah," Dave admitted.  "He had me cumming before either of
you came.  His throat is so deep and tight.  And after the way his
ass treated my rod, I was ready to boil over with only the
slightest nudge.  This guy is GOOD!"

     "Yeah, tell me about it," I added doubling the praise.  "I've
had milking butts before, but his is the best ever!"  I smiled at
Dave and then over at Antonio.

     "Thanks!  Now, about that 13" you were telling me about.  How
do I meet him?" Antonio beamed with enthusiasm.

     "The man is insatiable!  Just like he said he was.  A satyr,"
Dave sighed.

     "Uh, you ever fuck a tight ass with that beer can of yours?"
I asked.

     "Not very often," Antonio confessed.  "Too often, I'm too big
for the guy; but most of the time, I'd rather be plowed by his big
cock.  I love being a bottom."

     "You started when you were 14, you said?" Dave probed.

     "Yep.  It was one of the neighborhood boys," Antonio confided.
"I think he was about 17 or so.  He fucked my ass so well I knew
I'd found gold!  We were fucking at least once a day for a couple
of months.  He loved shooting his big loads into me.  He even tried
to take me a couple of times in the ass, but even then, I was
pretty big.

     "But after awhile, I wasn't fresh meat any more and he started
seeing me less and less.  By the time I was fifteen, he didn't
come around any more.  He told me to find what I wanted on the
college campus.  So, I started hanging around the weight rooms and
the athlete's lockers.  Within a day, I found another guy who liked
them young and we fucked around for quite a while.  He introduced
me to other friends who liked tight ass, so I was being serviced a
lot during the school term.  Summers were really boring, though,"
he added with a laugh.  Dave and I smiled.

     "Anyway," he continued, "I've been fucked by a lot of college
students and jocks.  And I still love it!  After I got my first
taste of cum when I was 14, I couldn't decide which I liked better,
getting fucked or drinking stud cum!  So, I learned to go for
three-ways as often as I could.  And here I am, getting what I like
at both ends."

     "We'll be sure to tell the coaches about you, Antonio," Dave
promised.  "Which nights to you work?"

     "Tuesday through Saturday.  How soon will I hear from them?
You did say 'coaches', didn't you?"

     "Yeah.  Both coaches are into men.  Randy's the black one with
the big dick," Dave smiled.

     "Good!  I really like black guys.  They often have giant cocks
and really great butts.  A lot of them like it take my cock up
their butts, too."

     "You wanna fuck my ass, Antonio?" Dave explored.

     "You think you can take it?" Antonio said cautiously.

     "Yeah, Dave," I warned.  "It's really thick.  I could barely
get my big mouth around it."

     "I'd sure like to try.  Go easy on me, Antonio?" Dave said
with resolve and a little tremble in his voice.

     "I'll get a condom.  Special kind for beer cans!" Antonio
laughed.

     "Let me help get you ready, Dave," I offered.  Moving in
behind him, I worked my hands over Dave's marvelously shiny, ebony
globes.  I pressed my nose against his tailbone and kissed his
pucker.  My tongue darted out and he winced, but relaxed quickly.
Applying as much spit as I could, I inserted my tongue as high into
his tunnel as I could.  Dave continued relaxing as I burrowed
deeply.  I could feel the satiny lining.  Rimming him was always a
pleasure for both of us.  My cock was rock hard again.  He was
completely relaxed and ready for Antonio.

     "Ready for some lube?" I asked Dave.

     "Yeah.  Fill me with it.  I'm gonna need it."

     "You want to do this on your stomach or back, Dave?" Antonio
questioned.

     "On my stomach would be better."

     I watched him apply more lube to Dave's hole and lean forward
to press the tip against the winking opening.  With the greatest
care, Antonio slipped a couple of fingers into the tunnel and moved
them around, preparing Dave for the big stretch to come.  The
fingers did their magic and Dave sighed contentedly.

     The Italian stud with the beer-can cock moved with more
patience as he removed his fingers and inserted the head of his
baseball bat-sized cock in one motion.  Dave's muscles tightened at
the invasion of the big tool, but slowly relaxed.  Antonio moved
only slightly from side to side to give Dave a chance to
accommodate the thick post up his asshole.

     "Okay.  I can take more," Dave breathed.

     With the practice of his few years, Antonio slid the rest of
the fucker into Dave with one easy glide.  Dave let out a soft
moan.

     "Fuck!  That thing is huge!  Give me a couple of minutes, will
ya?" Dave begged.

     "Sure thing, Dave.  Whatever you want.  You really can take a
big one.  How'd you learn to relax so well?

     "Getting fucked by Mike was a very quick teacher.  And we've
had a few other guys that we've fucked with.  But yours is by far
the thickest ever!" Dave admitted.

     "Mike," the Italian urgently said.  "I'd really like it if
you'd fuck me while I'm fucking Dave.  I see that your cock got
hard again while you were eating his ass for him."

     "I'd love to fuck that butt of yours again, Antonio.  Now?"

     "Yeah.  Fuck me hard and deep.  Your motion will be like me
fucking Dave, but you'll be doing all the work.  Ready?"

     "I'll put on a new condom and start now."

     With great haste, I found another rubber and put it on.
Antonio was right about Dave's asshole turning me on.  It always
had.  The Italian's butthole was still lubricated from the double
fucking, so I positioned myself and slowly sank to the depths of
Antonio's fuck channel.

     "FUCK!  That feels so good, Mike," Dave moaned.  "He was
right.  Your motion is translated right through his cock into my
ass.  It's really raising hell with my prostate."

     "And the way his love tunnel is massaging my cock again, I'm
going to cum in a matter of second," I warned.

     "Suits me fine," Antonio revealed.  "Your big cock up my ass,
rubbing on my prostate, has me ready to shoot again!"

     "Fuck me, Mike," Dave begged in his sexual fog.  "Fuck me
good!"

     Ignoring Antonio's milking massage as best I could, I started
to piston in and out of Antonio's ass.  I watched as my cock slid
all the way in, with all but the head revealed as I withdrew.  My
cock was a steel pipe again.  My nuts were drawn up tightly against
the root of my fuck tool.  The up and down motion lasted only a few
more seconds.  The point of no return had been reached again.

     "Oh, Shit!" I cried.  "I'm going to cum again!  Take my CUM up
your ASSHOLE!  FUCK YOU!!"  I collapsed onto Antonio's broad back
and writhed spastically.  My hips continued their natural in and
out motion, but the rest of my body jerked in time to each jet of
hot cum racing into the condom-protected asshole.  I probably even
drooled from the corner of my mouth as I jammed hard into Antonio
and squirted again and again.

     "GAWD!  YES!!" shouted Antonio.  "I love your cock up my ass!
Fill ME!!"

     His tight butt had clamped hard around the root of my
pulsating weapon.  Climax had overtaken Antonio, too.  His roars of
pleasure were overtaken by Dave's as he spewed his pent up load
into the sheets.  Dave's prostate had been brutalized, but it
didn't care as long as it could supply the sheets with another hot
load of sticky, white love juice.

     We lay in the same position for another minute, when Dave
stirred under the load of two spent men.  My steel rod was now only
a shrunken, softening cock of under 6".  It easily slid out of
Antonio's well-fucked ass as I rolled off of him.

     "Ah," sighed Dave.  "I can breathe again.  Stay in me for a
couple more minutes, Antonio."

     "Sorry," the Italian sighed.  "When I've been this well
fucked, my dick has a mind of it's own and it's shrinking fast.
Just the weight of Mike pulling away is enough to pull my dick out
of that magnificent ass of yours."

     "That's okay," Dave smiled dreamily.  "It was good while it
lasted."

     Dave and Antonio uncoupled and lay next to me.  Their
breathing had returned to normal and all dicks except Dave's had
returned to their normal size.

     "Did you get off Dave?" I asked.

     "Yeah.  Why do you ask?"

     "Just because yours is always so big, I guess," I responded.

     "I hate to break this up, you guys, but I do have classes in
the morning," Antonio sighed.

     "And we have to be brilliant in the morning, too," Dave added.

     As Antonio dressed, he extracted a promise from us to call the
coaches tomorrow and let them in on his "attributes", especially
his willing ass for big cocks and his beer-can dick.  As we bid him
good night at the door, Antonio started his car and sped off into
the night.

     "Nice way to spend an evening.  Good food and a tight ass,"
Dave observed.

     "Wish we'd had more time to spend with Robocop and Bob.  I'd
sure like to know what they do in bed with each other," I sighed.

     "You can't figure it out!?  Are you blind?  Bill is getting
his lights fucked out by a big, black cock and loving it.  Bob is
getting his rocks off in one of the tightest butts I know, and a
cop to boot!"

     "Just thinking.  My imagination can't be nearly as good as
what they are really doing.  That's all I was thinking," I said in
defense.

     "Let's go to bed, then.  I'm bushed," sighed Dave tiredly.

     "I'm for that."

     We stumbled upstairs and rolled into bed.

     "How did it feel to get fucked by that beer-can cock of
Antonio's?" I asked sleepily.

     "I was just thinking about him," Dave whispered.  "It looks
and feels big, but it squeezes down more easily than I thought it
would.  You feel bigger to me in there most of the time.  Your cock
is simply much harder and stiffer than his.  It felt good and was
filling, but didn't really scratch that itch we've talked about."

     "Yeah, I'd noticed that you didn't seem to be uncomfortable
while he was drilling you," I observed.

     "I wasn't," Dave admitted.  "And he wasn't that great a fuck,
anyway.  He's much better as a bottom, MUCH better.  But his cock
was so thick, I just had to give it a test drive."

     "It's a great ass," I agreed.  "We'll have to remember to tell
the coaches about him.  I'm sure they'd like to drive his ass for
a while and so would some of the players."  I yawned.

     Neither of us wanted to sleep in the wet spot Dave'd created
when Antonio fucked him.  But, we found a way to sleep together
without getting too hot, and fell fast asleep.


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