Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 08:47:37 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 24.

			All disclaimers!


			BLACK AND WHITE


                    Chapter 24--The Steam Room

     The message from Brad was disappointing, but another week
wasn't going to mess up anything.  I suggested that we go to the
gym after starting laundry and a quick trip to Costco.  After a
light lunch, we pulled a few weeds from the flower beds, but
decided to go to the gym on our way to Costco.

     When we arrived, I was greeted by Esteban (the short Cuban
with the big dick) at the locker room door and introduced him to
Dave, again.  He had just finished his workout and was going to use
the sauna and steam room.  He suggested we join him.  His black
joystick was lengthening as he talked and he stroked it boldly in
front of us.  We deferred.  We needed the workout with the weights,
not his weighty phallus.

     Dave and I turned and strode to the lockers to change into
workout clothes.  Dave finished first and started his circuit.  As
I closed my locker, I noticed that Esteban was talking to a
handsome man of about 40 years of age.  He was tan, fit, and very
attractive.  His workout clothes were already shed and his taut
body glistened with sweat.  His furtive glances at Esteban's mighty
horse cock didn't go unnoticed by either of us.  Esteban smiled at
me around the handsome man's torso and waved.  The man turned and
smiled at me.  His dick was beginning to swell, lengthen and rise.
He found Esteban attractive, too.  Or at least Esteban's big dick
was attractive.  I smiled and waved back at Esteban and his
handsome companion, and left for the floor of the workout area.

     I mentioned to Dave in a conspiratorial tone that Esteban was
probably scoring again with a good looking gentleman a few years
older than us.  We would probably see them leaving together before
our workout was finished.  Dave was fascinated with my description
and watched the door to the lockers with intense interest.  He had
already heard about Esteban's "virtue" and was obviously interested
in the other man, too.

     At least an hour passed before our circuits on the machines
and time on the free weights passed.  Still, no Esteban, nor was
there any sign of the guy that was talking to him earlier.
However, I could have missed him when I wasn't facing the locker
room.

     I told Dave I'd done enough for one day in the weight room and
I was going to shower and enjoy a few minutes in the steam room.
Dave decided that was good enough of an invitation for him to
finish his "reps", too.

     We tugged off our sweaty gym clothes and walked into the
deserted showers.  The warm water felt good as it cascaded over our
tired muscles.  The grimy sweat rolled off in the soap and hot
water.  Without drying off, Dave and I headed toward the steam
room.  As usual it was not well lit, but was very warm and the air
was saturated with steam.  We both broke into an immediate sweat.

     At the far end of the room, I could make out the silhouette of
a dark man in the prone position.  His body moved in a strange
cadence, like he was rocking to an internal clock or music.  It
almost looked erotic.  Dave and I decided to sit near the door,
adjusting to the heat and humidity and trying not to disturb the
man who was apparently meditating.  He may have even had earphones
on.  The rhythm was so regular.

     We both peered into the darkness at the far end of the room.
Our eyes were adjusting to the gloom and the thick steam near the
ceiling.  As we sat down, the steam at the lower levels proved to
be less thick.  We could see that the man at the far end was on the
third level from the floor and he wasn't alone.  There was a white
man with him; more correctly, beneath him!  Esteban was fucking the
guy he'd been talking to outside the shower before I started my
workout.

     How long had they been fucking?  Their cadence indicated that
they were in no hurry.  The man on the bottom had his head turned
away from the door.  Esteban's eyes were closed in rapture.
Neither of the rutting men had heard us come in.

     I nudged Dave and he looked out of the corner of his eye at me
and smiled.  His eyes hadn't moved off the couple since we'd sat
down.  We were transfixed.

     My cock was already at attention.  I hadn't even noticed the
impact the mating before me had.  I was embarrassed that my cock
had such a mind of its own.  What would I do or say if someone else
came in?  I looked down at Dave's crotch and smiled at the thick,
long tube jutting from his lap.

     I reached over and gently rubbed the head of his cock,
gathering up several drops of precum.  Dave murmured something I
didn't catch, but Esteban heard.

     Esteban froze in mid-stroke and glared at us.  When he saw who
it was, he only smiled and resumed his in and out motion.

     Dave turned and whispered in my ear, "Damn!  This is such a
hot scene.  I want to get closer to it and really see it."  Without
asking if I wanted to join him or even considering the
consequences, he stood.  Led by his pulsing 11" prong, Dave moved
silently toward the two fucking men.

     The Cuban smiled again at Dave and smiled even broader when he
saw how well hung Dave was.  Esteban motioned him closer with a nod
of his head.  I wasn't going to miss the action either, so I rose,
quietly closing the distance between us.  As I stood next to Dave,
Esteban reached for Dave's cock.  Dave was pulled upward to the
next tier of the steam room.  His cock waved in Esteban's face as
the elevations evened.  He pulled Dave toward his mouth and
devoured Dave's tumescent gift almost completely.

     Esteban's fucking motions slowed as he concentrated on what he
was trying to stuff down his throat, evidently not completely
successful.  His partner moaned at the lack on action on his ass
and turned his head to speak to his benefactor.

     The white guy's eyes widened and he almost disconnected from
Esteban's well-buried cock.  His attempt to get away from the
incriminating scene was obviously too little, too late.  He smiled
at his folly and decided to make the best of a "compromising"
situation.

     His eyes surveyed us, with extra time spent on our rigid
cocks.  He resumed his completely prone position and asked me to
move over to his mouth so he could suck me as well as his partner
was sucking Dave.

     I didn't know what to do.  I didn't want to get caught, but
all this incredible sex around me was overwhelming me with hormones
instead of good sense.  Moving to comply with his request, I joined
Dave at the next level up from the floor.  My dick pulsed and
jumped at the prospect of getting a blow job from this stranger.

     Dave had pulled back from Esteban's frustrated attempts to
take all of Dave's monster.  He was now enjoying just the first 4
or 5 inches of it.  Esteban's butt was high in the air as he
continued his sexual ride of the man beneath him.  Only his
cockhead stayed inside the man.  A few inches beyond the head slid
in and out in a lazy motion.

     One of Dave's free hands slid over Esteban's slowly pistoning
ass.  He dipped his hand between Esteban's legs and massaged
Esteban's balls.  Esteban was obviously enjoying this as his rhythm
increased.  His moans of satisfaction grew louder.  The fucking
motion was changed to very short strokes including only the head of
his cock.  Dave released his blow job partner's nuts and slid his
hand down the shaft of Esteban's thickness.

     "Damn!  That's a big cock," Dave whispered lustily.

     "Yeah!" agreed the man getting fucked.  "Feels like an apple
on the end of a thick stick.  Feels fuckin' wonderful!"

     "Wanna switch?" I asked Dave.

     "Yeah!" interrupted the stranger.  "I love sucking on big,
black cocks."

     "Sure," Dave agreed.

     We switched blow job partners and resumed.  I decided that I'd
like to feel Esteban's shaft going in and out of the man's butt,
but Esteban was still only fucking the guy with the tip of his
dick.  So, I started giving Esteban a hand job and forcing all of
my cock down his throat.  I knew he could take it.  He'd certainly
done it for most of one night a few years ago.

     Esteban's pace increased.  His body moved more deliberately
with more penetration in each thrust.  In a few more seconds, he
was long-dicking his partner.  My hand was not of any more use as
a stroker, but I knew Esteban's weakness that would make him cum in
a matter of seconds.

     Although he didn't get fucked (well, most of the time), his
asshole had a direct line to his balls.  My fingers quickly found
his puckered hole.  The sweat from his own body was lubricating it
very nicely.  My index finger plunged in to the first knuckle.  He
bucked back into me, then rammed hard into the stranger.  His long,
thick cock hit bottom and ground in.

     Esteban shouted something in Spanish.  He was getting so
close.  I knew a couple more plunges of my finger in his hole and
one or two lunges into his partner and he'd flood a well-fucked
asshole.

     I felt sweat hitting the side of my leg in hot, repeated
flurries.  Could it be?  I looked down at the man being fucked and
saw his dick pointing directly at me from beneath his stomach and
his cum spurt again and again in my direction.  That big dick
slamming into his butt had clearly pushed him beyond his ability to
hold back.  Of course, having Dave's big cock stuffed in his mouth
was an added incentive.

     With one final grind into his partner, Esteban pulled out, and
started to cum.  His dick slid into the crevice formed by the man's
butt cheeks.  The humping motion and the friction of slippery ass
cheeks caused his cum to jet forward at fantastic speeds and strike
his partner in the back of the head repeatedly.  He continued
humping those wonderfully round melons until his balls were
completely empty and a trail of hot cum led from the stranger's
head to Esteban's thick meat.

     They were completely sated.  Dave and I had enjoyed the blow
jobs, but didn't cum.  Probably too much fucking last night to get
off this easily.  We pulled away from the eager blow jobs that were
concentrating on us instead of each other.

     "Thanks," I said, "but, I'm not ready for another session yet.
Dave really fucked me out last night."

     "Yeah," Dave admitted.  "It would take a while to get me off,
too."

     "Be glad to take a rain check on both of you any time," the
stranger offered.  "I'm Steve," he said offering his hand.  "I
assume you already know Esteban."

     "Yes.  I've known him for a few years.  Nice to get a name to
go with the, uh, action, Steve," I smiled.  "This is Dave," I
paused as they shook hands.  "I see that you like dark meat.  I'm
a connoisseur, too."

     Steve smiled.  He wasn't going to admit it in so many words,
but he knew what he liked.  Big, black dicks.  And at either end.

     Esteban wasn't sure what to say or think.  He knew his
language skills weren't very good and wasn't following the
conversation very well.  With a heavy accent, he said he was going
to shower now and as he left, thanked us all for a good time.

     "Not particularly chatty, is he?" offered Steve.  "But, one
helluva fuck!"

     "He never has been.  I think the language barrier is higher
than we realize.  Still, he certainly knows how to make his wishes
known," I laughed.

     "He certainly has a way of communicating what he wants with
body language, though," added Steve.

     "That enormous dick on such a small guy speaks volumes to most
men, gay or straight," Dave observed.

     "Yeah.  I've noticed even the straightest of men in this gym
eyeing him when he 'struts his stuff'," Steve agreed.  "That's not
a dick anyone can ignore."  He paused and surveyed us again.  "Uh,
you guys a couple?"

     Dave answered.  "Yeah.  For the last couple of months.  Why?"

     "Well, I was hoping that I could get to know you a little
better and show you how well I can do with nice sized cocks like
yours."

     "Forward, isn't he," I asked Dave, mockingly ignoring Steve.

     "I don't believe that was the question," Dave grinned.  "A
momentary conference, please."

     Dave and I moved away for an instant.  "Yes?" Dave asked.  I
nodded.

     "You gotta date," I informed Steve.

     "Great!  How about tonight?"

     "Well, what do you think, Dave?  Other plans?"

     "Only the chance to fuck a tight ass on a good-looking guy
named Steve!"

     "Alright!  Let's shower and I'll get your address and
directions."

     "Feel like dinner around 7?" Dave asked.

     "Sure," Steve replied as we left the steam room and walked
into the shower room.  Esteban must have had a quick shower, or was
working on someone else in the sauna.  The showers were empty.
Dave and I admired Steve's greying hair and good body.

     Steve was a large man, about 6' tall, 220#, with a thick,
well-defined, hairy chest, sparkling eyes, and a thick moustache.
He had modest "love handles", but that only seemed to enhance his
"daddy" qualities.  Although his body wasn't as "ripped" as Dave's
(and few men's bodies were), he was a well-built, hunky guy.  His
ass was a man's ass.  Not a skinny or narrow one, but kinda broad
and heavily muscled.  Both of us were going to enjoy fucking that
fuzzy beauty.

     We gave our address and phone number to Steve and left for
Costco.  After shopping there and talking with Ron (our favorite,
fuckable cashier) about his lover, we headed for home and an
afternoon of yardwork.  Dave informed me that he was going to fix
dinner.  All I had to do was choose the right wine to go with it
and make sure the wine was chilled and the table set.


                          A Married Man

     Seven o'clock was nearly upon us and all was ready.  Dinner
would be a little late.  Dave did that on purpose.  He wanted to
fuck first and eat later.  Fucking on a full stomach wasn't all
that pleasant, I had to agree.  We had showered again after our
toils in the yard and looked forward to our guest's arrival.

     Steve called a couple minutes before seven.  He said he'd be
a few minutes late and would explain when he got there.  By ten
after seven, the doorbell rang.  Steve breezed through the door and
asked for a drink.  He plopped down in a chair and breathed a heavy
sigh.

     "Women!  You can't live with 'em, and you can't shoot 'em,"
he added with a grin.  "My sister was on the phone, going on at
great lengths about her kids, and asking me what I did when my kids
acted up like that.  Sorry I'm so late.  I hope dinner isn't
ruined."

     We both stood there, stunned.  He has kids?  Steve reached for
a quick drink I'd fixed for him and gulped most of it down.

     "Oh, I see an explanation is in order," Steve started
apologetically.  "Yeah, I was married, with kids, even."  He let
that sink in for a while.  "And I fuck with men.  Seems like an
unworkable arrangement, right?  Well, it was hard some times.
Until my wife died suddenly, uh, eight years ago, it wasn't easy
living two lives (even though she knew about the men)."

     "Uh, gee, I don't know what to say," Dave muttered.

     "Well, that part of my life is over now.  I don't see any
reason to get married again.  Not now, anyway.  The kids are all
grown and nearly out of the house, and I enjoy men more than ever,"
Steve grinned.

     "Oh, I see," I said weakly.

     Steve paused again, amused at our still stunned expressions.
"I've been doing men for years.  Even my brother-in-law when he's
in town.  Besides, he and I like the same kind of men, so we used
to do each other quite a bit.  But, now, I've gotten more into
black men and he likes them younger.  We both like them BIG!
Anyway, that is all behind me, now.  Although," he added
thoughtfully, "I'm still wondering about at least two of my boys.
Both of them are probably gay.  How about you guys?  What're your
stories?"

     "Well, I'm still working through a divorce from my wife and
Mike has been married before, too.  So we have some feel for what
you're saying.  I'm sorry about the death of your wife," Dave
added.

     "Thanks," Steve almost whispered.  "It is a loss that gets
easier to deal with as the years pass.  It wasn't that great a
marriage, but she was very understanding and a terrific mom to the
kids."

     "I'm just amazed that you were fucking with men and it didn't
seem to matter to her," I added.

     "Well, it wasn't that simple, but it did work.  My wife and I
had an understanding.  I was a good provider, gave her four
wonderful kids, and for that, she was willing to ignore my men
friends.  You guys made your decisions that divorce was the best
way for you.  I don't challenge that.  But, that arrangement worked
for the 18 years we were together," he concluded.

     "You don't need to explain any more.  I understand where
you're coming from.  I'm not making any judgments about you.  I'm
only surprised that it worked.  I know I couldn't have done it,"
Dave added.

     "We didn't mean to pry.  How 'bout a new drink?" I offered.
"What were you saying about your boys?"

     "No thanks on the drinks, one was enough.  Well, the two
younger boys have never really had girlfriends that stayed around
very long, but lots of boyfriends that they still pal around with.
Several of them have a real gay look about them.  I haven't found
the appropriate moment to level with them about my lifestyle.  It
would probably open a channel for them to talk to me about what
they're into.  Let's talk about you guys instead of my kids.  Now
then, what's on your agenda for the evening."

     "You've already declined another drink, but I think you might
be interested in what we have upstairs," I leered.

     "Will dinner keep?" Steve graciously asked.

     "Sure.  We purposefully haven't started it yet," Dave
revealed.  "Upstairs, then?"

     "Lead on," Steve motioned theatrically.

     Dave lead the way, Steve followed and I brought up the rear.
And what a rear was in front of me.  Steve was a big man and I
couldn't wait to get my tongue between those ass globes of his.  My
tongue would be happy, but my dick would be ecstatic!

     "We'd like to strip you ourselves.  Do you mind?" Dave asked
over his shoulder to our guest.

     "If I can have my way with both of you, you can do anything
you like, probably!" Steve grinned cautiously.

     Dave led the way into our bedroom and motioned to a place for
Steve to stand.  Steve obediently came to a halt on the designated
space and held his arms out and spread his legs to assist us in
removing his clothing.

     I knelt behind Steve, reached around the big man, and removed
his belt.  Dave began unbuttoning Steve's shirt.  My fingers worked
quickly to unbutton and unzip Steve's trousers.  They slipped
easily off his muscular hips, down his thighs to a puddle at his
feet.  He was wearing jockey shorts that must have been several
sizes too small for him.  All the seams were straining.  Those
marble ass cheeks of his were still like granite beneath the
fabric.

     Dave had finished unbuttoning Steve's shirt, slipping it off
his shoulders, but not down his arms, yet.  I moved around to
situate myself between the two large men.  Dave's mouth had moved
to Steve's left, furry nipple and was sucking lightly on it while he
twirled the other hairy nipple between his thumb and forefinger with
a free hand.  Examining Steve's ample crotch rewarded my eyes with a
mound of pulsing, dripping male flesh.  Steve's rod was rock hard
and ready for action.

     My mouth descended on the cloth-enclosed dick and closed about
the drizzling head.  Steve groaned.  Whether it was for my actions
or Dave's was unknown, but I didn't care.  After only a few
seconds, I knew I needed to have his shaft down my throat.

     Pulling on the waistband of his shorts, I moved his underwear
slowly down his hips and thighs.  His cock snapped up smartly and
hit me on the tip of my nose as it rose up to its full length and
beauty.  A nice, thick cock a little thinner than mine and maybe an
inch shorter...a delightful mouthful I decided.

     I pulled it down toward my mouth (it was almost sticking
straight up as it reached for his navel) and engulfed it completely
to his curly pubic hair.  I inhaled the heady essence of man as my
nose was buried in his bush.  My cock was straining for release as
his aroma pushed all my hormone buttons.  Massaging his gonads, I
instantly noticed how tightly drawn up they were.  He was ready to
pop his load within seconds.

     "This is too much," Steve whispered hoarsely.  "I gotta get
the odds a little more even, or I'll cum!"

     Dave and I pulled away at the same time, not wanting to have
our time with Steve shortened by a premature ejaculation.
(However, I wouldn't have minded getting all of his cum in my mouth
right on the spot.)  Steve sighed heavily and allowed his shirt to
slip from his large arms and glide to the floor.  He stepped out of
his shoes and then his pants.

     "Now, it's your turn," Steve ordered.  "Both of you stand
right where you are with Dave a little more to my left.  That's
fine.  If you don't mind, I'd like to direct this little sex play."

     Steve told us how he wanted to do both of us as he slowly,
almost casually undressed us, one article of clothing at a time.
He pulled Dave's polo shirt off and admired his chest with his
hands.  He repeated the operation with me.  My jogging shorts and
Dave's notoriously worn cutoffs remained.  Both of us continued to
explore Steve's furry chest and hard abs as he undressed us.

     My shorts came off next.  Steve pulled them down to my ankles
and I stepped out of them.  He gently licked the tip of my rising
dick.  It pulsed and leapt upwards.  Steve massaged my ballsac,
then went down on me all the way.  My jerking cock disappeared
completely down his throat.  I sighed deeply as my hands explored
his broad, muscled back.  Dave's hands were kneading Steve's fuzzy
granite ass melons, pulling them apart and discovering the hairy,
pink rosebud at the center.

     Steve turned, releasing my cock from his masterful throat and
moved to complete Dave's undressing.  Those threadbare cutoffs
easily slid to the floor when Steve finished unbuttoning the fly
and tugged them past Dave's monster meat.  Remembering how
wonderful that big thing was in his mouth earlier that day, Steve
bent at the waist and opened his throat to the black invader.
Steve's fuzzy ass waved in my direction, beckoning me to take
care of it.  A second invitation wouldn't have been noticed.  My
face was fractions of an inch from his asshole and my tongue was
touching the outer limits of his puckered love canal opening.

      Our guest was still trying to get Dave's dick down his throat
when my tongue began leaving wet trails through the fuzz on his hard
ass cheeks.  My tongue slowly edged closer to the center.  A shiver
raced through Steve's body when I skidded across his tight pucker.
With practiced strokes, I ate his hot hole until it was relaxed.  I
grabbed for his cock and balls with both hands and found them as rigid as
before.  He would fire at any moment if we didn't change something quickly.

     "Steve?" I whispered over his delightfully round ass, "wanna
get fucked?"

     "Hell, YES!" he said pulling away from Dave's horse dick.
"You first, Mike.  Then, Dave.  And I want it face down on my
stomach.  Fuck me hard AND deep!"  He moved to the bed and lay face
down on it, his ass inviting hard cock with each movement.

     "Happy to help out," I cooed.  Rolling on a condom, I lubed
his butthole and shoved my dick inside.  I knew it would be easy to
get in.  His ass had opened up so easily to my earlier tonguing.
In one motion, I was balls deep.  His butt was elevated to present
a better target.  It was the perfect position to get my dick in as
far as I could go.  I could feel the muscles of his butt as well as
the toned, practiced ones inside tighten down to give me a hot,
fast ride in his backside.

     It was hot and fast, alright.  I hadn't pumped his tight,
milking butt for more than a minute before I was struck with the
thought of how much like Dave's great ass Steve's was.  Steve's was
broader, but the muscles and ability to milk cum from a hard dick
with his interior muscles was just as well developed.  His broad,
sculpted back was similar, too.  The only obvious differences were
in height and skin color.

     Dave had moved around and pushed his 11" of meat down Steve's
throat again.  Steve was a practiced cocksucker.  The contest
between them was one of Steve trying to suck Dave all the way down
his throat and Dave trying to hold back long enough from the edge
of his climax to allow Steve to completely deep throat him.

     My thoughts were racing about their likenesses.  Both were
wonderful cocksuckers and had the best butts I'd ever fucked.
Their race was not to finish as they'd planned.  My dick was racing
in and out of Steve's fuck tunnel too fast and Steve's milking
action was hitting me hard.  I was into my climax before I could
stop it.  It was so much like fucking Dave.  I just let myself go
and enjoyed the wave after wave of cum washing through me and
jetting into the tight condom.

     "Oh, Fuck!  What a great asshole," I finally sighed.  "Almost
like fucking Dave's tight hole, Steve.  You really are good at
this.  How was Esteban able to hold out so long?"

     "I didn't work his dick as hard as I worked yours," Steve
revealed.  "I really like eating a big dick like Dave's while
getting fucked.  It naturally makes my butt eat dick, too.  I
almost regret making you cum so soon, but I know I'll get Dave's
big whopper next.  Right, Dave?"

     "I wouldn't pass up an asshole that has been so highly
praised," Dave smiled.  "Pass me a condom, please, Mike."

     I did as instructed and handed it over to Dave.  "Like the
gold ones best, Dave?" I asked.  It was a signal for our surprise.
Without answering, Dave rolled it half way on to his steely,
obsidian fuck pole and moved around to position himself over
Steve's winking hole.

     Moving to Steve's right side, I pushed my wilting, but cum
soaked cock into his mouth.  Steve gobbled it up with gusto.  He
moaned with glee at the taste of hot, male cum.  His throat closed
around my cock again to strip out any lingering cum in my fuck
tube.

     Steve's moan could also have been the delicious feeling of
Dave's massive ass rammer filling Steve's anxious butt.  In one
slow motion, Dave was able to get almost all of it in before Steve
tensed.  He relaxed.  Dave slipped the rest of his 11" inside
Steve's well used ass.

     "Damn!  That feels SO good!"  He paused to catch his breath.
"Dave, your cock is enormous, and I want every inch of it as high
inside me as you can get it," Steve said nearly breathlessly.
"Yeah, Fucker!  Ram all of it in!"

     Dave was grinding in the last inch and Steve was loving it.
The smile of Dave's face showed how much he enjoyed it.  Steve went
back to sucking my cock again.

     "Great, fucking asshole!" Dave finally said.

     "Yeah," I agreed.  "And it's a lot like fucking your hole, my
love!"

     "Damn, this is good.  I can see why you like fucking me if I'm
anything like this.  That wonderful milking action's got me almost
ready to shoot already.  Back off, Steve!" Dave commanded.

     The bathroom door opened quietly.  A naked Brad Hydewood
entered the bedroom.  I winked at him and he smiled back.  He made
a sign of "okay", and Dave pulled slowly out of Steve's ass and
rammed it back in.

     "You like getting long-dicked, Steve?" Dave asked.

     "Love it!"

     Dave pulled out all the way again and slammed forward.  "I'm
gonna fuck you over the edge of the bed," Dave revealed.  Steve
wiggled his ass down to the bottom of the bed and let his knees,
then his hips slide over.

     "Give it to me, Baby," Steve breathed with a big smile and his
eyes closed.

     Brad moved in quickly to take Dave's place.  Steve went back
to sucking my nearly flaccid dick.  Brad slipped in the first 8"
easily, then paused.  The action of Brad's giant cock and Dave's
heavy weapon began to hit my hormones again.  My dick began rising
once more, filling Steve's throat.  Brad laid over the top of Steve
and let his elephant cock slowly sink into Steve's eager asshole.

     Instead of grinding in the last inch of the expected 11" that
Steve was expecting, this dick was still plowing deeper.  Steve
wondered for a moment if his memory was faulty, but decided to
enjoy the apparently new depths being plumbed.  Deeper and deeper
the impaler rode.  Is that a dildo up my asshole, Steve wondered to
himself.  Dave is on my back and I can feel the body all the way
down my back and across my thighs.  It can't be a dildo.  But it
sure is bigger than I recall.

     Steve moved to eject my cock from his mouth and turned to look
over his shoulder.  His mouth was already open, but it gaped even
more when he saw the last inch of the porn stars bull dick
disappear between his own ass globes.

     "Fuck ME!  It's Brad Hydewood," Steve exclaimed in
astonishment.  "Where'd you come from?"

     "Just lay down and enjoy this," Brad smiled.  "I sure am!"

     "SHIT!" was about all Steve could say before he was prone
again.  His sweet, fuzzy ass was still bent over the end of the bed.

     "I wanna cum in that sweet mouth of his," Dave said to me.
So, he took my place and I tried to get my face between the end of
the bed and Steve's hard dick.  Brad pulled him a little farther
away from the bed as he impaled Steve on his big cock.  That gave
me the room I needed to get a lip lock on Steve's pulsing dick.  I
hefted his nuts and felt them tighten.  Brad had finally hit bottom
and Dave was filling Steve's mouth and throat completely.  Two big
black men were giving Steve a dream come (cum?) true.

     They couldn't have lasted more than a minute or two.  The
moans and other pleasurable noises were in cadence.  Steve's big
dick was wedged delightfully down my throat.  His balls were tight
and ready to spill their load.  I stroked my own dick, hoping to
get it ready for another climax.

     Dave and Brad were mumbling to each other about how close they
were to cumming.  Brad was the first one to hit the "wall".

     "OHH!  FUUUUUCK!!  I'm CUMMING!!!!!" he roared and buried his
long cock completely up Steve's willing, eager asshole.  He ground
it in repeatedly, hoping to shoot as much cum as high up the
fuckees ass as he could.  His body convulsed as it slammed over and
over again into Steve.  That shoved Steve's cock hard into my
throat.  I could feel it swell ominously.  A sure sign that Steve
was about to erupt, too.  I pulled back enough to get my tongue
wrapped around his pumping rod and waited for the ambrosia I was
sure to receive.

     I wasn't disappointed.  Steve unloaded with more cum than I
thought would be possible after the great climax he'd had at the
gym.  It was thick, rich, creamy, and salty.  I loved and lapped up
every drop of it.

     Dave's climax hit him about the same time. I heard and felt
Steve gag as he tried to eject as much of Dave's cock as he could
and still get all of his sweet cum.  Dave knew the routine and
released his vice-like grip on the back on Steve's head.  That was
the right clearance to get to Dave's wonderful jets of hot cum.

     Brad lay across the back of Steve and gasped.  "What a great
fuck!  This guy is wonderful.  I had no idea so many 'white boys'
could be such good sex!"

     "The name's Steve, and thanks, Brad," Steve beamed.  "I've
thought of you many times while getting fucked recently.  I've shot
my load many a time with you instead of someone else on my back.
But, not you, Dave," he added hastily.  "You're far too good to
think of anyone else.  You too, Mike," he added as an afterthought
in embarrassment.

     "Think nothing of it," I calmed him.  "I've done it many
times, as I'm sure we all have.  Right, Dave?"

     "Not very often," Dave admitted gallantly.  "But, I'd be lying
to you if I didn't admit to at least a few times."

     Brad finally rolled off Steve and reached for a towel as he
stripped off the used condom.

     "You're not wasting that!" Steve cried grabbing for the spent
condom with Brad's still hot cum in it.  He upended the condom and
drank from it.  "I've always wanted to do that, too," he grinned
self-consciously.

     We all laughed at his spontaneous show of decadence.

     Dinner was something fast that Dave had whipped up on the
outdoor grill.  He loved showing off his cooking skills and I was
pleased to have an opportunity to talk with Brad and Steve a little
more.  Brad told me in confidence that he wanted to have sex with
me again, and very soon.  He indicated that he got lots of black
dick doing porno, but his personal preference was for white meat.
He especially liked thick, long white meat, but didn't get it very
often.  Most men, white or black, just wanted to get fucked by his
big, famous cock.

     Steve pulled me aside while Brad was talking to Dave and asked
me if Brad had anyone special in his life.  I told him that I
didn't think he did, but Brad had mentioned a close friend in Los
Angeles.  He seemed disappointed in the news, but brightened when
I told him that Brad had a penchant for white men with big dicks
who liked to fuck black butt and get fucked by black dick.

     During and after dinner, Steve and Brad showed a genuine
interest in each other that went beyond the physical.  They shared
something unspoken, but vibrant.  It was more than sexual, but very
sexual at the same time.  Brad made no secret of being an easy
target for the "daddy" type of man (especially white men), and
Steve mentioned more than once that he loved being with black men.

     Brad suggested that Steve accompany him back to his hotel and
meet some of the cast and crew.  Steve jumped at the chance to be
with Brad for a few more minutes.

     We bid them good night before 10 p.m., cleaned up the dishes,
showered, and hit the bed, happy.

     "Brad and Steve sure hit it off," I observed casually as I
crawled into bed next to my lover.  "They enjoy each other
sexually, that's for sure."

     Dave smiled.  "Yeah, they do make a good match.  I wonder if
anything more will come of it considering Brad's 'trade'."

     "If Steve is as good as he seems, I'll bet Brad would give up
the 'profession' in a heartbeat," I speculated.

     "I'll bet monogamy won't be in their relationship, though,"
Dave observed.  "Steve let me know that he would be more than
willing to fuck with me again anytime I wanted it."

     "I can see why," I said as I closed my hand around his
lengthening cock.  "You want to do him again?"

     "Sure!  He has a great ass," Dave said, but added quickly,
"But yours is the one I like the best."

     "Well, don't think you're the only one who got propositioned
tonight.  Brad made it abundantly clear that he'd love to fuck my
butt again and get me to fuck him again, too."

     "I see," Dave mused at length.  "Gonna do something about it?"

     "Unless I get a better offer...."

     "Anything I could help with?"

     "You know what I like.  I love to be used by you as your
personal sperm deposit bank.  Anytime you want to give me more, I'm
willing to take all you have to offer.  I'll even take tentative
deposits without sperm.  I need to get fucked by you so bad!  Just
roll me over and use me!" I pled.

     "Whatever you want, my love," Dave smiled.  He kissed me and
rolled me on to my stomach.  His tongue quickly found its way to my
ass as his hands spread my legs and then my ass cheeks.  It dipped
tentatively into my love well, then explored the rim.  His oral
raper rimmed me over and over.  It licked me like a cat, pulling my
globes apart and burying his face deeply in my cleft.

     My cock was hard as granite.  His hands alternately massaged
and probed my ass.  He slid up my back and lay completely atop me.
His raging weapon at my back gate, begging for entry.  I pulled the
lube off the night stand and handed it to him.  I knew what I
needed, but I wasn't going to be a total idiot about comfort.

     His fingers played with my entrance, then slipped singly
inside, one following the other until three were massaging my hole.
The black monster between his legs moved toward its target and met
little resistance.  I was ready for him.  I needed him.

     Without hesitation, his member moved slowly into me, spreading
my opening more with each inch.  At last, I felt the abrasion of
his wiry pubic hairs against my asshole.  The thickest part of his
cock (other than the head) was completely pressed against my love
tunnel entrance.  He ground it in just to be sure that he was
giving me all of it.

     Dave moved his arms under my chest to hook his fingers over my
shoulders and play with my furry pex on the way.  This allowed him to
pull me into each thrust of his pelvis.  He was already establishing
his mating rhythm.  The motion was wonderful.  His cock had never felt
so hard, smooth, and anxious.  His balls even felt tight as they rubbed
against my hole with each inward thrust of Dave's ebony ass ripper.

     He lunged into me and ground his pubic hair into my ass.  I
reached behind me and spread my cheeks.  He thrust deeper.  My
hands moved higher to his ass.  I cupped his muscular globes as
best I could and pulled him ever deeper into me.

     Already, his rhythm and breathing were ragged.  His balls were
so tight now that I couldn't feel them rub against my butt.  They
had disappeared into the base of his horse cock shaft.  His 11"
battered my prostate.  I was being used as I loved it.  His sweaty
muscular body covered mine and rutted in its rush to climax.  I
clamped my butt as tight as I could.  He hit his point of no return
and raced beyond it.

     "FUCK!!!" Dave repeated again and again, synchronized to each
spasmed thrust.  His lips closed around one of my ears.  His bull-
like snorts into my ear made me think of what an animal I had on my
back and how much I loved being bred by him.

     "Breed me, you fuckin' stallion," I shouted.

     His climax soared as his cock jetted one hot load after
another high up my asshole.  I could feel his cock jerk and the
head of his steely pole spasm and spew another hot cannonade of
spunk.  My ass clenched again to hold him tightly inside me.  I
wanted all his cum.  All of it!

     Like a sudden summer thunderstorm, it was over almost as
quickly as it had broken upon me.  I couldn't feel his spasming
cock jerking anymore, but his body was still racked with pleasure
waves.  One after another, they washed over him.  He shook from
head to head, then again.

     "Damn!" he finally sighed.  "What a great fuck!"

     "Um," I responded dreamily.  "Gets better each time."

     Dave moved to roll off me.  "No!" I exclaimed.  "I want you to
stay attached.  I know you have a lot of cum in your nuts and I
also know how much you continue to leak after you hit your climax.
Leave it right where it is, please?"

     "Sure, Babe.  I thought I might be getting too heavy again."

     "I'll let you know.  And, Dave?"

     "Yeah?"

     "Anytime you want more of this, just lube it up and hop on.
Anytime.  Say, later tonight?"

     "Anytime?  How 'bout in the middle of your office with your
staff watching?" he giggled at the thought of it.

     "Anytime we're alone, Asshole!" I replied.

     "Always putting limits on me."

     "Yeah.  Right.  There isn't a man alive who could put any
limits on you which you didn't want.  I know you better than that."

     "Says you," Dave challenged good-naturedly as he drilled his
deflating cock deeply into me again.  It was still a formidable
weapon and I could feel most of its length still.  He ground it in
again as if settling in and at the same time making sure I knew it
was still buried.  "I still feel odd getting a great lay out of
you, but not giving you a chance to cum."

     "We've already discussed this, Dave.  Remember how good it
felt to be used when I fucked you like this, and you didn't feel
like you needed to cum either?"

     "Yeah, but it still feels like I shouldn't have enjoyed it
quite this much.  You should have some enjoyment out of it."

     "Oh, but I did!  That big thing fucking my insides and
ravaging my prostate was heavenly.  The only thing that could have
made it better was to have hit a big climax.  But, you must
understand, I did enjoy it, enormously!"

     A few minutes of silence followed.  Dave finally rolled off.
I didn't object this time.  He was starting to get heavy and his
dick has almost fallen out.  We fell asleep immediately.

     Dave took me at my word.  About daybreak, he was once again
astride me.  His heavy cock was knocking at my already lubed back
door.  Just as I realized it wasn't a dream, Dave pushed his
cockhead in and buried to the balls.  I moaned and wiggled my ass
to let him know I was fully enjoying his servicing.

     It was a lazy fuck.  I almost thought Dave was napping some
times.  He'd long-dick me several minutes and then stop, as if to
catch his breath or to pull back from the brink of another climax.
This routine was repeated several times in the next half hour.
Finally, he decided it was time to end our hot fuck session.

     "Roll over on to your back," he commanded.  I obeyed without
disconnecting.  "Now, this time, I want to see that fat cock of
yours shoot a big load all over your furry pex."

     My dick was already hard and bobbing.  Dave leaned over and
took the head of my cock in his mouth as he pulled his own dick out
to the head and teased my anal opening with several quick jabs of
a few inches.  With each thrust into me, his hands worked my hard
pex causing my nips to stand up hard.

     His sucking action on my dick was working too well.  I tried
to pull his head away, but he was too determined and I was too
late.  My dick jerked twice and started to gush.  One hot wave
after another crashed over me as his magical mouth engulfed my
dickhead and swallowed all my cum.  His pistoning dick raced deeper
and deeper, consciously rubbing my prostate for maximum impact on
my hormones.  It was working.

     Dave's head swung up in a graceful arch.  His mouth opened in
a silent bellow, my cum dripping from his lips.  Climax spasms
overtook him and he started to fill my butt once more with his hot
sperm.  My dick and its contents were momentarily forgotten as he
drove his own hard cock deeply, squirting scalding, hot man juice
into my well-fucked butt.  Another deposit to Dave's sperm bank.

     We enjoyed each others company for a few more minutes, and
then got out of bed.  It was Sunday now, and we had things to get
done before the new week was upon us.  I told Dave about the call
from Brad yesterday, that the auditions had been postponed for a
week.  He almost seemed relieved.

     "The whole idea of fucking on videotape for the whole world to
see is not good for my career," he finally blurted out.  "I can't
believe I'm even considering Brad's offer," he said more to himself
than to me.  "How can you consider it?"

     "I don't see how he can make it as anonymous as he thinks he
can either, but I'm not going to completely dismiss the idea
without even hearing how he's going to do it.  Give the guy a
chance.  Then, if you don't like it, just say so.  Brad'll
understand.  He knows how you feel."

     "He knows how my big cock feels up his butt," Dave almost
snarled.  "That's all he's interested in.  More black cock for his
videos!"

     "Give the man a break, will ya, Dave?  I don't think he's as
shallow as you are making him out to be," I chided him.

     After a moment's reflection, Dave agree.  "Well, it sure looks
that way some time.  I'll hear what he has to say, but I don't have
to agree to be in his picture."

     "Nobody said you did, Dear," I smiled back at him.  He was
being pigheaded and he knew it.  I didn't want to say more in his
current state of agitation.

     He smiled back at me, knowing he'd been caught in a childish
outburst.  "Yeah.  You're right.  But, I'm still concerned about my
career and the thing about being a queer.  I'll eventually get over
it."

     "Maybe," I taunted.


So, will they be in a video?
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