Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2001 17:02:01 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 4.

		    The usual disclaimers!


			BLACK AND WHITE


                  Chapter 4--Setting Parameters

     Sunday morning was cloudy with a threat of rain.  Dave and I
stayed indoors all morning, talked about the night before, and how
it impacted on his view of the gay world.  He repeated his summary
of last night by saying he enjoyed sex with John and Peter, and
also enjoyed their company, but they weren't what he wanted in a
man.  I was still it.

     "But, I don't want you to think that I've become monogamous,"
he warned me.  "I still want to experience more of this new life.
That makes me sound ungrateful, doesn't it?  Well, I'm not.  I'm
looking for my identity here.  I don't know where I fit in."

     I mischievously pointed to my ass and smiled.

     "That's a great fit, but not what I was talking about, you
street-walkin' 'ho'!" he laughed.  "I think I need to set some
limits on what I'm doing, but don't know where to start."

     "May I suggest some alternatives and you pick the ones that
you think you can live with?" I interrupted.

     "That would help a bunch," he said.  "You start and I'll add
if I think of any."

     "Fine, but remember these are your limits, not mine.  You have
to live with them, so don't set up one you can't abide by."

     "Can I ask that you live with the same limits that I do?" he
asked seriously.

     That took me aback.  I wasn't sure that I wanted to be
restricted to his standards.  I had enjoyed my years of hedonism
and didn't see a need to change.  Well, maybe this was the time to
change, after all.  He was quite a catch and extremely easy to get
along with.

     "Well," I finally answered, "let's talk about them first and
then see if we can come to an agreement.  OK?"

     "I'll go first," he declared.  "I have never been attracted to
'children'.  So, I'd like to declare them off limits."

     "Define 'children'," I asked.

     "Any male under 21.  I only want to make it with men."

     "But, there are lots of hunky men in college, under the age of
21, and many probably possess very strong sexual urges in your
direction.  The college is only down the road, and I've seen you
looking the athletes over every time we drive by the practice
fields."

     "That doesn't count!" he countered.

     "Why not?  Most of them are under 21--your definition of
children."

     "OK.  You win.  What am I trying to say here?"

     "I think you already said it," I replied.  "You want men!  And
they come in all shape, sizes, and types.  You want certain types.
I don't mean to sound like your procurer, but I know several men
who would love to make it with you, or even us."

     "I'm sure you do," he said with a sly smile and a touch of
sarcasm.  "Let me suggest a compromise here, instead of the global
statements that I seem to be making.  How about if we go to the
Student Union for lunch today?  It should be busy.  Then stroll
across the campus and watch them on the practice field.  We'll wind
up at the gym.  It's been a couple of days since either of us has
been there.  That way, I can point out the ones that I think are
hot, and I can get some idea of what you like, too."

     "Now you're talkin'," I winked at him.  "We can also continue
our 'negotiation' on what we mutually want to do with your
explorations of gaydom.  This could be fun!"

     Dave grabbed our gym bags, his jacket from the closet, and
handed me one of mine.  He locked the door behind us and decided to
drive his car on this journey of exploration.

     Our first stop was the Student Union.  Although it was Sunday,
the parking lot was full.  We parked about two blocks away.  As we
strolled across the Commons toward the Union, Dave was admiring and
being admired.  He was looking over all the young men; and the
young women and several men appraised him visually as a bed
partner.  I could see envy in the eyes of the men and a few of the
women who had figured out quickly that we were a "couple" of
"those" guys.

     I opened the main door to the Union and saw an athletic
student that I had seen at the bars.  He noticed us, and motioning
us over, rose to greet us.

     "Hi, Mike, how's it goin'," he asked Dave's crotch.  "Obvious"
was this guy's middle name.

     "Hi, Darren.  How have you been?  This is Dave.  Dave,
Darren."

     "Pleased to meet you," Dave said with a dazzling smile.

     "Uhhhhhh, yeah, me too."  The guy was a "brilliant"
conversationalist.  He was a great fuck, I'd heard, but dumb as a
post.  I think he was just young.  His major was Civil Engineering,
and you don't do that on muscles and good looks, which he had in
abundance.

     "We're just here for lunch.  Don't want to interrupt your
studies.  Catch ya later," I said over my shoulder as I took Dave
by the arm and whisked him away.  "Bye, Darren."

     "Pleased to meet you, Darren," beamed Dave.  And then to me he
added sharply, "Why the rush?  The guy is Major Cute."

     "I understand he's slept with just about everyone in town
(except me).  He also has a minor dick.  And I know that you're
into big ones."  I paused for effect.  "Oh, don't look so hurt.
I'm a size queen, too.  That's why we get along so well."

     Dave had to laugh at that.  "Yeah, I guess you're right.  I'd
have loved to have bedded him, but would've been disappointed in
the end because he wasn't hung big enough to satisfy me."

     "I don't think you're that shallow and I didn't mean to imply
that you were.  You could tell that he's not a sparkling 'Chatty
Cathy'.  I think you'd have been bored with him the minute you
came.  I just didn't think he's your type.  Sorry that I was so
judgmental."

     "No apology needed.  You have me pegged pretty well.  Let's do
lunch."

     We strolled into the cafeteria (looking at all the men), and
took our trays and silverware.  As we made our way down the line,
a handsome student with a backpack came back to pick up ice water.
He was stunning!

     "Holy shit!" muttered Dave under his breath.  "What a
knockout!  Did you see that ass when he bent over the ice bin?"

     "And did you see the bulge in his levis when he laid it on the
railing?"

     "Yeah!  We have to find a way to sit close to him," Dave
added.

     We paid for our lunches and followed the student's perky ass
to where he was sitting.  We selected chairs across from him and
down a couple of spaces.  As we approached, he looked up, seeing us
for the first time.  He smiled at Dave, checked out his crotch,
smiled bigger, and looked at me.  I'd caught him in the act, and he
blushed and looked away.

     Dave set down his tray and removed the food from it.  I
followed suit and he took both of the trays and walked over to a
waiter's station to leave them.  The handsome student eyed the sway
of Dave's ass furtively, knowing that I was watching him do it, but
not able to tear his eyes away from Dave's massive shoulders and
high ass.  As Dave sauntered back, he started to strut.  I knew he
was teasing the guy and made sure that his basket was very well
outlined in his carefully worn jeans.

     The student looked over at me and smiled sheepishly.

     "Quite a build, isn't it?" I asked him before Dave was within
earshot.

     "God, yes!" he blurted out before he could catch himself.  "I
mean, yeah, he is well proportioned and looks solid.  Friend of
yours?"

     "I've known him for a while, but just recently got to know him
much better," I said with a sly wink.

     Dave was back and pulled out his chair to sit down.  "I see
you've introduced yourself already," he said to me.

     "Not really.  Just being friendly.  Don't even know his name."

     Handsome fixed that quickly.  "My name is Jim.  I'm a senior.
You students, too."

     Dave and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

     "Did I say something funny?" Jim asked with a hurt look.

     "Sorry, Man.  Mike and I haven't been to college in about 10
years.  It struck us funny that we could be mistaken for students.
My name is Dave.  This is Mike," he said with an outstretched hand.

     Jim took it and gripped Dave's hand firmly.  He released it
and shook my hand, too.  "Pleased to meet you both."  He licked his
oversized, black mustache with his tongue.  A nice, long one, I
thought.  Wonder how it would feel up my ass as I sat on that
mustache?

     Returning to reality, I asked, "What's your major, Jim?"
trying to start a conversation.

     "Accounting," he answered matter-of-factly.

     "Been interviewing with the Big 8 yet?" I queried.

     "Yeah, most of them already.  How do you know about the Big 8?
You an accountant, too?"

     "Yep.  State Comptroller's Office.  Tried the Big 8 circuit
once, but the auditing drove me nuts."

     "I just haven't decided what I want to do.  Auditing looks
boring to me, too, but I don't think I know enough governmental
accounting to be in government.  Corporate accounting seems more to
my taste."

     "Don't sell yourself short.  Most of the government offices
are on computer systems, now.  If you understand systems, you're
way ahead of most government accountants."

     "I might do that.  What do you do, Dave?" he asked as he
turned toward the ebony Adonis.

     "I'm an attorney downtown.  Mostly corporate stuff.  Nothing
fancy."

     "Any juicy trials that you've been on?" Jim asked innocently.

     Jim had a certain innocence about his speech that would lead
you to believe that he was still a child.  But, there was a
smoldering fire in his eyes when he looked at us.  Here was a man
who knew the score.  A good, solid build that comes from physical
activity, Jim had wavy, short brown hair, brown, bedroom eyes, a
handsome face, that thick, black mustache and long tongue, and he
stood about 6' tall from what I remembered as he leaned into the
ice bin earlier.  And, that magnificent ass which was now hidden
under the table top.

     "I'm not a trial lawyer.  I find that tedious."

     "Oh," said Jim disappointedly.  "Well, don't let me keep you
guys from your lunch."  Jim pulled another book from his backpack,
opened it, and started to read.

     Dave and I ate our lunch with little conversation.  If Jim
needed to study, the last thing he'd want is chatter from us.

     Jim looked up frequently from his reading to look us over
individually.  The appraisal was no longer furtive, and I caught
him at it a couple of times.  He smiled and blushed each time.
Finally, he had to ask a question that was burning in his mind
before we left.

     "Mike, you mentioned earlier that you and Dave have known each
other for a while, but only recently have you gotten to know each
other better.  Can I ask a very personal question?" he said as he
looked at both of us.

     "Sure," I said.

     "Yeah, go ahead," added Dave.

     "This is very bold of me, but, are you guys lovers?"

     Dave smiled at him and looked him right in the eye.  "Yes, we
are."

     I gulped.  Putting me in the sentence with "lover" was still
hard for me to take.  I nodded my assent.

     "Oh, wow, that's so fantastic!  I hoped you'd be.  I'm crazy
about this guy in class and I don't know how to tell him that I'm
interested in him as more than a friend.  I'd really like to have
sex with him.  More correctly, I want to make love to him."

     "Well," Dave paused, "I'm not sure that we're a great source
of data.  We've only been together for a week."

     "But you're such natural partners.  I was sure that you'd been
together for a long time."

     Dave and I were complimented and didn't know what to say.  We
just nodded.

     "What's the question, Jim?  We still might be able to help,"
I offered.

     "Without sounding like a stereotyper, I'm really hot for a
black guy that's in my accounting classes.  We talk, study
together, really share our lives, but are not sexual.  I thought
you might help with the black/white barrier."

     "What black/white barrier?" Dave asked.

     "Don't tell me I'm making this up," Jim bristled.

     "Nothing of the kind.  I've experienced prejudice in some of
its more ugly forms, but I don't let that guide my life.  I want
people to accept me for what I am, not the color of my skin," Dave
said with finality.

     "Yeah, a big man with an incredible build, fantastic ass, and
the dick of death!" I teased Dave.

     "Amen to that, Brother," agreed Jim looking lustfully again at
Dave.  "Roger's a lot like you, Dave.  Same general build, but not
as big.  He can't seem to deal with the whole idea of being gay.
He's told me about gay experiences, but always disdainfully.  I
like to think he hasn't had the right man yet, but I think it goes
deeper.  The gay stereotypes have really gotten to him.  You got
any ideas how I can talk to him about it, Dave?"

     "Shit, Jim," Dave said perplexed.  "I've only come to grips
with being gay this last week.  How could I help?"

     "You can help more than you think, Sugar," I volunteered.
"You've just gone through all the problems of the switch, so
they're fresh in your mind.  Matter of fact, you've had to deal
with more.  You're still married."

     "You're still married?  Wow!  Could ya still help me, please,
Dave?" Jim pleaded.

     "What do you want me to do," Dave said resignedly.

     "Great!  Let me tell Roger about you guys and see if I can get
him to listen to you.  You gonna be here for a while?"

     "We were walking over to the practice field and then to the
gym on Oak.  But we'd wait a few minutes if he's close by," I
replied.

     "I'll be back in a flash.  Wait here."

     Jim jumped up from the chair and raced away.  Dave and I
looked after him and sighed.

     "What a handsome man," Dave finally said.  "That Roger must be
out of his mind to pass him by."

     "Probably got other mind baggage to deal with and can't see
what a find Jim is."

                           Cousin Roger

     We waited for a few minutes for Jim to return.  It was time to
clear off the table and discuss our relationship rules.  We settled
a few more issues to our mutual satisfaction, like:  sex with
another man or men would only be if the other partner was present,
condoms would be worn when fucking or being fucked by other men, we
would try to share our feelings about other men before they became
a problem, and that the men that we did bed would be ones that we
both wanted (not just one of us was hot for).  The last one had the
potential of being hard to do, but I could see that the men Dave
had been cruising today would be my choices, too.

     Within 10 minutes, Jim bounded into the room.  His basket was
bouncing and showed great promise.  It looked like he had to be
cut.  The head of his dick was very pronounced through the fabric
as it nestled down one leg.  Probably didn't wear shorts, either.
He was absolutely beaming.

     "Roger said he'd meet us at the gym in an hour.  He has a
membership there and will take me as a guest, or you guys could if
I went with you," he gushed.

     "Fine with me," I grinned.

     "Let's walk over to the practice field and scan the meat
before we go to the gym," Dave cooed with an evil grin.  "I'm on
the prowl for fresh meat."

     "Tramp!" I spat sarcastically.

     "Never hurts to look over the menu," Jim interjected.

     We all laughed at that.  Jim lead the way to the field.  We
walked outside of the fence and pointed out attributes of several
of the men playing, running, and jumping.  Jim was a real
connoisseur of black men and I admired his taste.  I agreed with
him in every instance.  Dave agreed with most of them, but pointed
out white men that I wouldn't throw out of bed, either.  Jim was
more partial to the darker ones.  The blondes didn't do a thing for
him.

     Dave and I were zeroing in on the same types every time.
Hunky, great ass, generally hung well, and easy on the eyes.  A
couple of times, we disagreed over a man.  I looked more at the
overall package.  Dave would zero in on the basket.  If it were a
big one, he would point him out as a target, even if he lacked a
decent ass or he "barked and chased cars" (a real dog).

     Time raced by.  We had strolled around the field completely
before we decided to head for the gym.  We asked Jim along for the
workout as our guest.  He phoned Roger to tell him to meet us at
the gym.

     Dave drove directly there and parked the car.  We all grabbed
our gym bags and went inside.  Dave and I changed in different
aisles, but Jim was on Dave's aisle.  I knew they were both getting
an eyeful.

     I started my routine and Dave joined me as my workout partner.
One of the instructors (a handsome, Latino-looking man with very
tight gym clothes on) took Jim under his wing and guided him
through the equipment.  We were finally in a far corner of the gym
when I asked Dave about Jim's "personal" equipment.

     "Very impressive.  Nice, furry, muscular ass (and I mean
furry!), good general musculature, big nuts and what looked to be
a real grower in the meat department," Dave revealed.  "Looks good
enough to eat!"

     "Back off, pervert!" I teased him.  "He really wants into
Roger's pants.  But, I've seen the way he looks at your crotch.  I
think he'd like to give you a tumble, too."

     "And you, too.  But I think he's really hung up on black men.
Did you notice how he always pointed them out on the practice
field?  I sure wouldn't mind working over that furry butt of his,"
he added changing the subject back to Jim again.

     We finished up our routine and told Jim we'd meet him in the
locker room.  Dave and I undressed and walked into the gang shower
room.  It was deserted.  We turned on our showers full force and
rinsed off.  Dave lathered his rippling body and rinsed, then stood
there in the hot shower and enjoyed the relaxing spray.  I watched
him with renewed interest now that I was his sex partner, and
workout partner.

     His flaccid dick was lengthening and thickening in the hot
water.  It was now about 7": a very impressive weapon already.
Just looking at it made mine start to grow, too.  This could get
embarrassing for both of us if I started to get a hard-on and Dave
saw it.  That would be all the stimulation he needed after watching
those men on the field to get his own giant hard-on.

     I turned away and cooled the shower and, hopefully, my
expanding cock.  It seemed to work and I warmed it again.  Dave had
turned and put his face in the shower stream for a final rinse off.
As the temperature of my shower turned warm again, Jim joined us at
the shower entrance with another black man.  I had seen him here
before, but didn't think of him as gay.  Just another macho man
with a good body and an antipathy for "queers."

     "Dave, Mike, I'd like you to meet my friend, Roger," Jim
smiled.

     I smiled back at him and strode two steps over to him to shake
his hand.  Dave pulled his face out of the water stream, turned and
just stared with his mouth agape.  Roger turned toward him and
looked stunned.

     "Well, fuck me dead!  Cousin Roger!" Dave exclaimed.

     "Cousin Roger?" Jim and I blurted in unison.

     "Yeah, Roger's my cousin," he replied.  Looking back at Roger,
he added, "What are you doing here?  I didn't know you were a
member of this gym."

     "Been a member for about a month."  A smile crept across his
face.  "Are you the two, uh, guys that Jim wanted me to meet?"

     "Yeah, we're the two queers that Jim wanted you to meet," Dave
replied.  "You seem to have a part of your life that you haven't
shared with me before, Cousin.  What gives?"

     "Long story.  And when did you turn queer?" Roger challenged.

     "Lighten up, Kid.  I've probably been queer all my life.  Just
took me until last week to finally confront it."

     "This is a helluva place to discuss this," I broke in.  "How
about drinks and dinner at the house as soon as we get out of
here?"

     "How about it, Cousin?" Dave said soothingly.  "We seem to
have a lot to talk about."

     "Yeah," Roger replied with hesitation.  "I guess we do.  I
still can't believe it's you!"

     "After we talk, you will," Dave assured him.

     Roger was in street clothes, so he went back to the reception
area.  Jim joined us in the shower.  In all the excitement, I
hadn't bothered to "check him out."  He took the shower next to
Dave and lathered up.  Turning several times, he showed us all his
assets.

     Dave had not adequately described him.  He did have a good
body, but the ass was built for pure fucking and ass-licking.  His
fuzzy butt was, no doubt, very soft to the touch with that velvety
down all over it.  His nuts were very large, about the size of a
tennis ball.  His cock draped over the balls and was cut as I had
surmised.  The head was bigger than the shaft and hung about 4"
soft.  The more he looked over at Dave, the bigger his cock got.
After all, Dave was sporting at least 7" of fat, black ass-fucker
and Jim looked like he could easily swallow it up his furry
asshole.

     We left the shower and dried off.  Dave was teasing Jim with
his big weapon by showing it off from several angles, being sure to
dry it off especially well.  And Jim was sure to bend over several
times and show off his asshole.  When Jim finally straightened up
to walk out of the shower, he had a raging hard-on.  He quickly
covered it with a towel, but not before Dave and I got an eyeful of
hard cock.  It was another straight one like mine.  Fairly thick
and about 8" long.

     The sight of his hard cock made my cock jump and start to pump
up.  It had lengthened out to nearly the full 9".  No one else was
in the locker room, so I let it show.  That was all the excuse that
Dave's monster dick needed.  It quickly swelled from its slightly
inflated length of 7" to a full 11" in seconds.

     "God, you guys have great dicks!  I'd love to try to sit on
both of them," he said in a throaty whisper.  "One at a time,
though," he added.

     I smiled at his forwardness and Dave said, "And I'd love to
eat your fuzzy ass and then fuck you several times.  Roger doesn't
know what he's missing.  I'll just have to explain it to him."

     "And if he doesn't catch on," I added, "I'll be happy to suck
you off as Dave rams his big monster up your tail, too.  Roger'd
better not wait too long, or you'll be the meat for our fuck
sandwich."

     We were all displaying complete hard-ons now.  If it hadn't
been such a public place, we would have fucked him right there.
Jim and Dave went down their locker aisle and I walked down mine.
I could see in the mirror that they were putting their clothes on
and not messing around.  I donned mine, too, and combed my hair at
the mirror with them.  We left the locker room together and met
Roger at the door.

                          Talking It Out


     Jim and Roger followed us in Roger's car and Dave and I led
the way in his car.  They followed closely enough for me to tell
that Jim and Roger were finally having that talk that Jim had
wanted to have for months.

     "Dave," I said slowly, "I think they're finally having that
conversation.  You may be off the hook."

     Dave looked in the rear view mirror to check on their progress
and conversation.  I looked in the side mirror to confirm my
earlier findings.

     "Well, they're talking alright, but that doesn't mean much.
They could be arguing, or talking about something else completely
unrelated," Dave replied.  "It's hard to tell with my cousin what's
going through his head, even when he is talking.  I think I'll
still need to straighten him out about the whole gay thing as I see
it.  Why don't you and Jim get dinner started and I'll deal with
Roger in the den?"

     "Ok.  You steer Roger toward the den, and I'll take Jim by the
arm into the kitchen.  And no funny stuff!  That Roger is a stud
and I know what you think about studs!"

     "What?  My own cousin?  Are you nuts?  Why, that's incest!"
He paused.  "And the whole idea intrigues me.  I wonder what he
would be like in bed?" he teased.

     "You WHORE!!" I nearly shouted at him, but with a smile.

     "Not me.  I don't charge for my services.  I give them away.
Would you like me to start charging you for stud services, so I can
live up to the name?"

     "And I'll send you a bill for my services, too.  And I'm the
accountant, so you know who would win that billing war," I added
triumphantly.

     "Truce, already," he laughed.  "I'll be the picture of
chastity with him.  The subject matter is pretty heavy anyway, so
I doubt that either of us would consider sex with the other.  Not
yet, anyway.  He is too screwed up in the head now.  Maybe later."

     "Ok, truce.  Go easy on him.  Even though he's family, he's
still very confused, and he needs your steady voice and logic to
help him through this.  Remember, it wasn't easy for you either.
You took two weeks to finally sort out what you really wanted.  And
you're probably still sorting, especially the wife thing."

     "That," he nearly spat, "is unfinished business.  I'll take
care of it in due time.  I guess," he added with more softness.

     "Sorry.  I didn't mean to hit a nerve.  I know you'll do the
right thing at the right time.  Let's change the subject.  How are
you going to deal with Roger?"

     "Fuck if I know," he admitted.  "Just wing it, I guess.  I've
gotten to know him pretty well since he was in his early teens.
I'll probably draw on my own experience and look for cues as to
where to go next."

     "Start wingin' it now.  We're home," I pointed out.  I leaped
from the car and trotted up the steps to the front door.  Roger's
car pulled in next to Dave's and stopped.  The three handsome men
walked to the door as I turned the key and stepped through the
opening.

     "I'll take your jackets," Dave offered.  He hung them in the
closet and returned.

     "How about that drink?" I offered.  "What would you like,
Roger?  Jim?"

     "Too early for a real drink, but I think I need one anyway,"
admitted Roger.  "Make mine a vodka, neat."

     "And I'll take a wine; white, if you have it," Jim ordered.

     "Coming right up.  Jim, would you like to help make them?"

     "Sure."

     "I assume you want a white wine, too, Sugar?"  I asked Dave.

     "No," he paused, "better make mine a vodka on the rocks."

     "Done," I said taking Jim by the arm.  "Drinks will be served
in the den," I added looking right at Dave.

     "Ok," he answered back.  Dave guided Roger into the den and
closed the pocket doors.

     I pulled a nice California white wine from the wine refrigerator.
Jim offered to open it for me.  I thanked him for his offer, because
I generally can't open a wine bottle without breaking the cork off
and watching half of it float on the top of the wine.

     Jim acquitted himself nicely with his corking skills when the
bottle opened with a firm pop.  I pulled two wine glasses and two
short tumblers from the cabinet, added ice to one and poured vodka
into both of the tumblers.

     "We'll come back for our wine.  I think Dave and Roger have a
lot to talk about and don't need us listening for a session this
sensitive.  Not to worry," I added reassuringly, "he's in good
hands."

     We took the glasses into the den and they were already in
conversation.  We placed the glasses on the table between them and
left after telling them we'd fix dinner while they talked.

     "Yell at us if you need refills," I said as Jim and I closed
the den doors again.

     I decided a light dinner was all we'd want.  Jim helped as
much as he could, not knowing the kitchen.  The table was set and
dinner was cooking within five minutes.  It would be another 30
minutes before it was ready, so I took Jim into the living room for
conversation and more reassurance.

     "Don't worry about them.  Dave will represent your interests
very well, but has to get around Roger's reluctance to form a male
bond with any man, first.  He knows Roger well, he says, so I think
your concern is unfounded.  Dave's done a lot of living in his 31
years.  He knows what to do."

     "I hope you're right.  I really have the hots for this guy.
I finally told him so in the car coming over.  He didn't seem to be
shocked by it.  Guess it wasn't that much of a revelation, after
all."

     "Well," I said, "that hurdle's out of the way.  And if the
reaction wasn't bad, he may have been thinking the same about you
and didn't know how to approach it with all that straight baggage
he's been carrying around.  If I may be so bold as to ask, are you
a bottom or a top?"

     "Generally, a bottom.  Why?" he responded.

     "When you finally get into his pants, you have to make sure
that you're making love, not having sex.  I think you already said
as much at the cafeteria.  If he can quickly see that there's a
difference and that you're different from all the other guys that
he's just had sex with, you'll really get his attention.  But, if
you can talk him into letting you fuck him gently, with great love,
you'll show him that being the receiver of a big dick does NOT make
him any less of a man," I concluded with a smile.

     "Confidentially, I think he has a macho hang-up about what a
man is supposed to do in bed.  Once he gets over that, he'll be
able to accept your horny love for him," I added with a laugh.

     Jim smiled.  "I suppose you're right, but I'm getting 'blue
balls' just waiting for the moment.  What's taking them so long?"

     "It takes time to turn a life around and admit what you really
are.  We were lucky, because we did it early in our lives, Jim.
And over a period of several years, probably.  Roger and Dave have
had it forced on them.  In Dave's case, it was a matter of
overnight when his wife accused him of sleeping with another woman.
At least, he had me to come to and help him sort it all out.  Roger
has had more time to think about it, but the decision is still very
hard, and who was there to help him?  It's a whole lifestyle change."

     "Yeah, I guess so," he said pausing.  "Can I ask you about you
and Dave?"

     "Sure.  What do ya what to know?"

     "Well, which one of you is the bottom?  Both of you have big
dicks and great bodies, so the answer isn't obvious to me."

     "You're trying to stereotype us.  Same trap that Roger's in.
We both love to fuck and be fucked.  I probably get fucked more
than Dave does, but that's probably a function of timing, not
preference.  If our relationship lasts (and it has only been a
week), I think that Dave will become more of a bottom.  But his
dick is so wonderful, I may not allow that to happen.  And I love
fucking his muscular ass.  It's so deep and accommodating.  It
milks the cum right out of you!  Decisions, decisions, decisions!"
I said with a grin.

     "With a dick that big, it wouldn't be any decision for me to
make.  I love a big dick up my asshole.  But, I wish I had some
decisions to make.  I can't even get to first base with Roger."

     "Give it time, give it time.  Besides, from what you've said,
I don't think you've ever offered him that shot at your ass.
You've been afraid of the rejection."

     "Maybe tonight I'll get the courage and get somewhere with
him.  If not, I could always spend the night here with you guys in
that sandwich you promised," he said with a leer.  "I'd love to
take you up on your offer to eat my ass and then plug it with your
fat cocks.  You guys are incredibly hung.  I didn't mean to get you
so turned on after the showers, but I'm glad I did.  I love to see
how big a guy can get."

     "Bullshit!  You knew exactly what you were doing when you bent
over to dry your feet and exposed your winking asshole.  It was
deliberate!"

     "Caught me!  Got the desired effect, though.  Yours is so fat
and straight and Dave's has that wicked upward curve to it.  Just
how big is Dave, anyway?  Twelve inches?"

     "I've estimated 11 inches, but never measured it.  I should
probably ask him, but I'd rather measure it myself.  I do know he's
gone deeper than any man has gone before," I said pointing to my
ass.  "He's quite a stretch, but he's so loving and gentle that I
can take him with patience and some practice."

     "I'd sure like to try him on for size."

     "You really have a thing for black men, don't you?" I asked
innocently.

     "Yeah.  Does it show that much?"

     "On the practice field today and the way you look at Dave and
Roger, I'd have to say it was a dead giveaway," I said laughing.

     "Pathetic, isn't it?  Probably because I believe the old
stereotype about black men being hung big, and," he paused,
"because, I'm an unabashed size queen!"

     "Welcome to the club!  Dave and I are, too.  That's one of the
reasons that Dave made that 'disgusting' offer to you in the locker
room about eating your ass.  He loves to do that, but only when he
has a big one to hang on to at the same time.  And you certainly
qualify."

     "I was hoping I would."

     Jim asked about our relationship and how it was going.  By the
time I had related how I felt about it, the kitchen timer was
ringing.  We both got up and walked into the kitchen to check on
the progress of dinner.  Everything was right on time.  Jim pulled
the salad he'd made out of the fridge and put it on the table.

     "Dinner!" I shouted in the direction of the den.  My timing
couldn't have been better.  They had probably heard the timer and
decided to join us then.  They were just entering the kitchen as I
shouted the last syllable of "dinner."

     "We're here, already," Dave said.

     "Sorry.  Didn't mean to deafen you.  Dinner's on the table.
Jim, you and Roger sit there," indicating the spaces across from
Dave and I.

     We took our places and started eating.  Jim and I received
several compliments on our cooking skills.  Simple dinners like
this were very easy to prepare.  However, I wasn't about to tell
them that.

     But, the usual banal dinner conversation was not for this
setting.  Jim just had to know how it went in the den.

     "So, how did the talk go, Roger?" he asked.

     "Cousin Dave explained a few things to me in ways that I
hadn't understood before.  It opened my eyes, Jim.  I think we have
more to talk about after dinner," he said with a smile.  Patting
Jim's hand, he added, "And I think you're going to like it."  Now,
that was progress!

     Dinner conversation was much brighter from then on.


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