Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 08:43:16 -0700
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 40.

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				BLACK AND WHITE

				   Chapter 40


	"You gotta be shittin' me, Uncle Clay," I stage whispered.
"This can't be true."

	"I said possible, not for sure," Clay backpedaled.  "I talked to
Dave about his family while you and Linc were playing the slots at
Bellagio this afternoon.  His family does come from Kentucky as far as
he knows and he thinks his grandfather said Virginia before that.  But,
he'd have to check with his dad to be sure about that last part.  I asked if
he recalled a given name of Phylander, and he said it was his
grandfather's middle name."  I stared blankly at him.  I knew how
families used unusual names to honor an ancestor they admired.  "That's
the name of one of the slaves that was freed in 1832 by our ancestor
Newdigate Cary (when Cary was spelled the old way)."

	"How can you be so sure?" I challenged.

	"The name's too unusual, Mike.  You know how families are in
their naming patterns," he reminded me.  "That's how I got saddled with
my name, and how you got your middle name of Newdigate."

	"Geez," I muttered.  "Does Linc know about our family being
slave owners, too?"

	"Yeah, he does," Clay smiled.  "He brushed it aside, saying he
loved me, not my ancestors.  That was a different time and place."

	"I wonder how Dave will react to that tidbit about our mutual
pasts?" I asked myself, but loudly enough for Clay to hear me.

	"He's gonna know eventually, anyway," Clay said.  "This
journal gets handed down to a gay man in the family with each
generation.  You should just tell him," Clay suggested, "but, not in a
crowd.  Do that privately.  We are the first ones to have black lovers
since the early 1800's.  So, it means something special to me.  And you'll
get the journal when I'm gone, and Josh should probably get it when
you're gone.  But, that choice is yours to make.  You may have more
than one gay nephew or cousin to consider."

	"Oh?" my eyebrows shot up.  "We have more queers in the
family?"

	"More than likely," Clay smiled.

	Our table was ready, so we suspended our conversation.  We
followed a handsome maitre d' to our booth on the right side of the
restaurant.  His wedding ring sparkled, but so did his smile.  Married to
another guy, perhaps?

	After ordering, Dave leaned over and asked what the topic of
serious conversation was between Uncle Clay and me.  I smiled and told
him we'd discuss it later.  He looked perplexed and a little hurt.  "This is
something you and I need to discuss, Dave, privately.  It involves our
ancestors."

	"Is that what Clay was pumping me about back at the casino?"

	"Yes, but let's just drop it until later."

	He grinned at me.  "Yessah, Massa!"

	"Where did that come from," I asked incredulously.

	"Geez, Mike," Dave laughed.  "I didn't come down with the last
raindrop.  I can put two and two together."  I stared at him.  How'd he
figure this out?  Answering my unasked question, Dave said, "Phylander
is unique.  Carey is uncommon.  Your uncle's name is Carey.  How
would he know about a name like Phylander if the Carey family didn't
have something to do with my family.  I've seen your genealogy charts,
Mike.  I know the Carey family is part of it."

	"But, the black Carey's were slaves, Dave."

	"That was 150 years ago," Dave sighed.  "You look around the
world and you see people fighting their neighbors over something that
happened 500 years ago.  Let it go, I say.  There's nothing that can be
done to reverse that terrible event in the past.  If you live in the past, you
can't live in the future.  I prefer a future where people love and respect
other people for who the individual is, not based on their color, ethnicity,
religion, heritage, or wrongs done in the distant past.  I'll NEVER be able
to forgive any of those people who owned slaves.  Never!  But, I'll never
meet them, either.  So, why carry a grudge against the present
generations if they had nothing to do with that past, nor do they treat me
badly because of my past.  The assholes from the gym are still assholes,
though," he smiled.

	"But, don't you think your family was held back because my
family owned your family and used your slave labor to hold you back
economically and elevate us?" I asked.

	"More than likely," Dave agreed.  "But like any new immigrant,
they had to pull themselves up without assistance, in addition to dealing
with the blatant racism of the 19th and 20th centuries.  Despite it all, the
last two generations have done very well, thank you.  The last 40 years
have allowed us to reach our potential.  But, that also required us to move
out of Kentucky 80 years ago to the West Coast or we'd probably still be
held back."

	"And the fact that we used you for our own sexual needs?" I
asked.

	"That's more problematic," Dave admitted.  "Bad enough that
you're a slave, but they compounded it by taking away our sexuality, too.
Defending it as consensual is nonsense, when the aggrieved party was a
slave.  You turn the master down, you get your dick hacked off.  I've
heard terrible things about what some masters did to their women slaves
if they were refused sexual relations.  How much worse would it have
been for the men?"

	Uncle Clay and Linc were listening quietly, allowing us our own
discussion of the topic.  Dave looked over at Clay.  "You've read the
journal and I haven't, Clay.  How do you see it?"

	"Same way you do, Dave," he agreed.  "Slavery and sexual
slavery are unconscionable.  But, I have to tell you that Newdigate Cary
did free his slaves in 1832, 31 years before the Emancipation
Proclamation.  However, his body slave, as he called him, stayed with
him.  Newdigate even offered him a horse and more money than he gave
his other freed slaves, but Jacob stayed with him.  Now, that's his
version.  I have no idea what the truth of their relationship is.  I have a
copy of his will which provides for Jacob until Jacob's death, then, the
balance of the estate was split evenly between Jacob's brothers (one of
whom is called Phylander) and Newdigate's brothers."

	"I still wonder, though, if Jacob were truly freed," Dave mused.

	"We'll never know," Clay sighed.

	"But the injustice of it all, Dave," I protested.  "Doesn't that
bother you?"

	"Of course, it does," he smiled as he squeezed my shoulder.
"Even after slavery was abolished, the black people were oppressed.  All
the Jim Crow laws, poll taxes, and other insidious ways devised to keep
the black man down.  We can't change the past, but we can rise above it.
It seems to be in the nature of Man to suppress and oppress someone.
Until civil rights laws, it was the black man.  Now, it's queers.  We can't
seem to learn."

	"Don't you think the establishment is still holding black men
and women back?" Clay prompted.  I nodded.

	"If by that, you mean Republicans, yeah," Dave fumed.  "Their
"big tent" party is a farce.  If they are so inclusive, why do more than
90% of black people vote for Democrats?  Until racism stops, it's lunacy
to stop affirmative action.  Black people are still being held back in lots
of ways that are too numerous to count.  I'm not blind to the racism I see
every day.  The gym is just the latest episode."

	"Amen, Brother!" Linc agreed.  "I see it nearly every day in my
home building business.  Give the workers the proper skills training and
they're as good as anyone, regardless of color or economic status.  I've
seen enough worthless white boys to know that no group has the corner
on unreliable, undependable, or irresponsible.  The person is the problem,
not the group.  And substance abuse!  Don't EVEN get me started on that
one."

	"I still think you're being too generous, Dave," I continued.  "I
don't have the discrimination issues that you and Linc do.  But, I still
find it hard to believe that you can be so cavalier about your lover being
the descendant of slave owners of your ancestors."

	"I'm not cavalier, Mike.  I'm being realistic.  What possible
good would it do, to be mad at you or take out on you the injustice,
abuse, and probable mutilation of my people over 170 years ago.  You
aren't responsible, they are.  Why would I hold it against you?  I'd lose
you and we wouldn't be lovers anymore.  Who would I be punishing by
adhering to the principle that Whitey did this to my people so I'll not
have anything more to do with them than I absolutely must?  How does
that benefit me, now?  How does that right the wrongs of the past?  No,
Mike.  That's just racism of another type."

	"But, Dave," Linc pressed, "don't you see how this gets us back
to the discussion we had earlier about some black men only wanting to
be with other black men?  Black people are gonna be rightly suspicious
of black guys like us with white boyfriends.  And why shouldn't they
look askance at us?  To another black person, we've sold out to Whitey's
racist message that white is better.  White society, the media, advertisers,
the whole thing is continuously preaching about how beautiful and
wonderful white is.  Even the soap operas are pushing the all mighty
white dick!  It's all a form of racism.  And the tokenism that you see in
some commercials and television programs is patently offensive in its
obviousness."

	Dave sighed.  "I completely agree, Linc.  I understand why
black people are suspicious of a black with a white, but being with one
doesn't necessarily mean rejection of the other.  It just so happens that
the person I love wears a white skin.  That's healthy!  But, how many
times have you heard someone of either race forming that conclusion,
instead of instantly jumping to the obvious sell-out scenario?"  Dave
sighed again.  "However, you do have to wonder how often they're right.
How many relationships are based on the racial stereotypes instead of on
true respect and love for your partner?"

	"You do have to examine it closely," Linc agreed.  "Whenever I
have one of these conversations with another person of color, I have to
ask myself how much of the stereotype have I bought into.  I know I love
Clay for who he is and how much he means to me.  But am I also
working on some preference that's been hammered into me?  And the
honest answer always has to be, probably.  Some part of it may be.  It
makes him a complete person.  I can't ignore his skin color, just as he
can't ignore mine.  But, is color the real reason we are together?  To that,
I can loudly shout, NO!"

	"I agree, too, that when a guy expresses a preference to a person
of another color, I wonder if they are being shallow and buying into a
stereotype (black guys have big dicks and white guys are better)," Clay
observed.  "I won't impugn their motives.  But, when I hear that
preference muttered, it always makes me cringe.  Do those white boys
really expect me to believe that they won't reject a black man with an
average or small dick?  They've bought the stereotype.  They really don't
have a preference for black men."

	"I'll disagree only slightly there, Uncle Clay," I butted in.  "I
have a friend at home who loves black men because of the color of their
skin, not because they have big dicks.  In fact, he's said more than once
to me that he preferred them with average to small dicks, but he loved the
color and feel of black next to his skin.  It made him feel special."

	Linc and Dave laughed at me.  "You expect me to believe that?"
Dave asked.

	"I'm only repeating what he said," I said defensively.  "I don't
vouch for its truthfulness."

	"It is possible, however unlikely," Clay observed.  "But, that's
off the point, anyway.  Clay and Linc are still right.  Racism is
everywhere.  I only wish all our motives were pure as we like to think
they are." We all nodded to that.

	Yet, racism and racial stereotypes are part of our culture.  Are
we really honest about how we feel about another person not of our
color?  And I wondered if the slavery issue would change our
relationship.  This was heavy baggage for us.  Dave is clearly the
wronged party.  Perhaps, with time, he'll change his mind about it.  But,
for now, I'm gonna take his views at face value and love him even more.

	Dave changed the subject to our possible conquests for the
weekend.  Linc and Clay only smiled when I let it slip that Josh had
already drained both of us repeatedly, so we were looking to today's new
acquaintances as bed partners.  I asked which ones they'd recommend
first.

	"Oh, for sure, you gotta go with the couple, Luke and Tyler,"
Linc smiled.  "I have it on very reliable authority that not only do they
have awesome bodies, but also, big cocks and tight, hungry butts. And
they love other couples.  Lord knows, they've made passes at us often
enough," he laughed.  Clay agreed.

	"Okay, we'll call them after dinner," Dave suggested to me.

	"Fine with me," I added.

	Uncle Clay suggested several items from the menu that he'd
tried and would recommend.  Heeding his advice, we ordered a
tenderloin of beef (with all kinds of special sauces and preparations that
escaped me) for Dave and a stuffed guinea fowl (with herbs, basmati
rice, and other creative concoctions that sounded good) for me.

	While we waited, Linc regaled us with salacious tales about Ty
and Luke.  They were the widely known for their parties, where lots of
the beautiful people from Hollywood and modeling agencies would show
up.  With their legendary entertaining skills and scandalous bedroom
antics and partners, they were popular guys.

	Dave and I were wondering if we'd made a mistake.  We aren't
into the "A-list Faggots" (who are so pretentious, shallow, and bitchy,
you expect a knife in your back if you turn around).

	But, Clay assured us that "the boys" were very down-to-earth
types.  However, they did enjoy their men gorgeous, hunky, and hung.
More than one Hollywood star had tried to get into their bed and had
been kindly told to go away, because he didn't meet one or more of the
criteria.  Evidently, we did.

	I was puzzled as to how they'd known we'd qualify for hung.
No doubt, Clay or Linc had let that "bon mot" drop during the
conversation.  I was sure they thought Dave was gorgeous (and I agreed),
but to get him, they'd have to take me, too.  I don't crack mirrors, but I'm
not in Dave's league, either (even though I do have a daddy look).  Dave
and I have been called hunky often enough to believe that one.

	Dinner would drag on until at least 9, so Dave decided to call
our potential hosts to see if they'd be available later this evening.  The
smile on his face as he returned told me we were expected at the domicile
of Tyler and Luke.  We skipped dessert and after dinner drinks.  Our
hosts wouldn't want to wheel us into the bedroom because we'd stuffed
ourselves at dinner.

	We dropped Clay and Linc off at the Sandbox, with the
stipulation to be back at their place no later than 10 a.m. for brunch at
one of the casinos.  If we promised to be good, we could take the new
Lexus.  We were VERY good.

	Luke and Tyler owned a two-story condo in a developed
community about three miles from The Strip, but across town from Uncle
Clay's place.  Greeting us at the door, Luke showed us around, while Ty
offered us drinks (which we declined, opting for bottled water, instead).
Luke was blonde, about 30, 5'6" with the tight body of a gymnast.  Ty
was a redhead, about 25, and at least 4" shorter than Luke, but with a
similar build.  Luke was handsome in a model kind of way, while Ty was
boyishly cute.  We towered over them, but that seemed to make them
even happier.

	It was obvious after the first few minutes that Luke was hot for
Dave and Ty for me.  I was surely okay with that.  Dave was, too.  For
the next hour, we found out more about each other, how I'd seduced
Dave (according to Dave, anyway), what kind of work we did, their
performances with Cirque du Soleil, and their legendary parties.  Without
dropping names, their stories about some of the rich and famous had us
laughing until tears rolled down our faces.

	When the conversation turned to sex with men, Dave and I had
the better stories, including the coaches (and team meetings), Robocop,
and Brad Hydewood.  When we mentioned Brad, they nearly swooned.

	"He's SO fuckin' hot," Ty drooled.  "He could fuck me all day
and night."

	"Me, too," agreed Luke.  "We even have his dick-shaped dildo
to pleasure us.  But, to get the real thing would be SO kewl!"

	"He's a charming man," Dave understated.  "And seems to have
a really hot daddy for a lover, now.  We introduced them."

	"Damn!" Ty laughed.  "I wanted to marry him."

	"You're already married," Luke protested.

	"For him, I'd be a bigamist," Ty grinned.

	"Where would a little guy like you put that big cock of his,
anyway?" I asked indelicately.

	"You'd be surprised what this little stallion can take," Luke
revealed.  "Bottomless pit, I think."

	"Not quite, but I've enjoyed some big ones," his lover admitted.
"And I'd not be throwing those kinda rocks my direction, either,
Wonderboy.  I've seen you take ones I couldn't."

	"Truce!" Luke laughed.  "We only need to entertain our guests,
not dredge up our deviant pasts."

	"I think your stories are great," Dave said.  "You aren't the only
ones with high libidos.  Mike and I have fucked with a lot of guys since I
came out.  I know I don't regret it and I'm sure Mike doesn't either."

	"Not one inch of it," I laughed.

	"Clay told us that you were both well-hung, but didn't specify,"
Ty began.  "Just how big is well-hung?"

	Dave smiled.  "Well, 11" here, and 9" there," indicating me.

	"And thick," I added.

	"Yeah," Luke smiled.  "My kinda men.  Ty and I are both 8",
which is pretty big considering how short we are."

	"Short only matters in bed," Dave snickered.

	"You guys want showers before we pair off?"

	"Yeah," Dave agreed.  "We're clean freaks."

	"Okay," Ty directed.  "We'll be happy to join you in the
showers.  You don't mind if Mike and I pair off, do ya Dave?"

	"Luke isn't a consolation prize, so I'm sure okay with your idea,
Ty," Dave grinned.  I smiled my agreement, too.

	Dave was led into one bedroom and Ty led me into the other.
Both rooms had spacious bathrooms (I later found out), but not as
spacious as the shower in our master bedroom at home.  They were just
big enough for two people.

	Ty and I were more than pleased at the cramped space.  Our
bare bodies slid across and around each other as we soaped and rinsed all
the important places.  His fat 8" cock pressed hard against me, then my
thick 9" hammer slid along his ass trench.  I seemed to have found at
least one part of a versatile couple.

	Drying off, Ty was eagerly licking my ass, getting closer to the
prize while he slowly jerked my hard dick.  "I love a cock that leaks as
much as yours does, Mike," he moaned between slurps on my ass.

	"Let's get this to the bed," I suggested.  "I assume you enjoy
being done to you what you just did to me."

	"That and MUCH more," Ty smiled as he bounced on to the bed
and spread his legs perpendicular to his body in the position of the splits.
"Wanna start by chewing on my butt for me.  I need that big dick up my
ass, but you gotta get my butthole happy first."  He raised up off the bed
in a handstand, keeping his legs parallel with the floor, still in the splits.
"Eat it, Man!"

	More than happy to comply, I moved to stick my face in his
elevated ass.  He maintained his handstand for a remarkably long time as
I munched on his tight pucker, then rolled on to his shoulders, keeping
his legs elevated.  With a practiced motion, he pulled his hips downward
until his dick disappeared into his mouth.  Flexibility like that made me
jealous, but I was more than content munching his tight pucker.  Every
few seconds, I'd break my lip lock on his hot butt to marvel as his skills
in self-sucking several inches of his fat cock.

	"That's so HOT, Ty!" I sighed.  "I sure wish I could do that to
myself."  Ty only smiled up at me, then demonstrated how easily he
could swallow his hard dick to the root.  I felt like a ogling bystander
when confronted with skills that incredible.

	"Sit on my face, now, Mike.  I love a hot, muscle butt to eat
while I'm being spread by a long tongue."  He'd done this before with
guests, I decided.  Or it was a favorite thing to do with his lover.

	It had crossed my mind that Dave and Luke hadn't joined us.
But, I was so caught up in Ty's tight hole and his self-sucking skills that I
didn't spend much energy on wondering where they were.  We were,
after all, sharing our sexual partners (in a manner of speaking).

	Casually, we moved into a tortured, butt-eating 69.  He was so
much shorter than I that the logistics worked marginally well.  But, our
cock sucking worked much better as we had more dick length to make up
for the stature differences.

	Ty was a talented cocksucker.  He could deep throat me without
much effort.  That told me that his lover's dick was a thick eight inches
similar to his, and he'd had much practice on it.  That, of course, was in
addition to practicing on himself.  Within a few minutes, he had me on
the brink of a climax.  I pulled away before he got me so close I'd not be
able to stop feeding him my cream.

	"This load is going up your ass, hot man," I indicated.  "Not
down your throat."

	Ty reached for lube and a condom, handing me both.  "You
have no idea how much I wanna be fucked by you, Mike.  You're such a
HOT daddy!"

	I smiled down at him.  "What's your favorite position, Ty?"

	"On my back until you're ready to cum.  Then, I want you to
roll me on to my stomach, mount me and smother me with your hot, big
body as you unload into my ass."

	I rolled the condom on, then greased up his asshole as he pulled
his legs back to his ears, presenting me with a beautiful, muscled ass and
winking pucker.  As I pressed my fat dickhead against his opening, Ty
grabbed my butt with both hands and pulled me into him, hard.  My cock
rammed into him, balls deep.  He winced only slightly, then smiled.
"Fuck me, Daddy!  I need a BIG load in my ass."

	Smiling down at him, I ground in the thick root of my dick,
making him moan with pleasure.  My dick jerked inside him.  He
answered back by milking my hard member without moving my cock in
and out.  His ass-tunnel muscle control was incredible.  "You keep that
up, Ty, and I'll cum before I can pull out and roll you over."

	He smiled up at me.  "Rotate that big dick inside me so I can
feel it stretching my guts, then plow me deep with your horse cock.  Ride
my ass hard until you need to flip me over and fill me with daddy
sperm."

	Always one to take direction well, I complied with his wishes.
His tight ass was well educated in the manly art of getting butt fucked.
My only regret was that it wasn't going to last very long.  I couldn't
withstand his milking ass more than another minute before I flipped him
over and mounted him doggie style.  Ty backed on to my nine inches
eagerly, then pulled me down on top of him.  He grabbed my round,
muscle ass with both hands and pulled me deep into his hole.  Resting on
his muscled back, I hammered as hard into him as I dared.  But, Ty
hungrily pushed back with each thrust into him.

	"Yeah, Daddy!  Pound that ass!  Fuck me HARD!" he urged.
His taut muscles bulged and flexed with each thrust.  This wouldn't take
much longer for my climax to fill the protective condom.  But, Ty had
another idea.  He turned his head and asked, "You wanna get blown
while I fuck you, Mike?"

	That sure sounded good to me.  I knew I'd enjoy his fat 8" dick
in my ass.  And cumming at the same time as I'm getting fucked is
always pleasurable.  I pulled out of his still tight ass and stripped off the
condom.  While I rolled on to my back and lifted my legs, Ty grabbed a
condom and prepped his hard dick and my butthole with lube.  "This
isn't gonna be as big as Dave's, I'm sure," Ty smiled.  "But, you'll never
get a better blowjob-fuck combination!"

	I'll be the judge of that, I grinned to myself.  I'd had a few in
my life and they were all GOOD!  In one smooth motion, his big-headed
eight inches slid up my butt.  He reached out and worked my nips until
they were stone-hard erect.  Ty's slow pistoning of my ass felt
wonderful.  His cockhead hit my hot prostate with each thrust and
withdrawal.  I was getting close to climax again and told him so.

	"Sounds like I need to start that blowjob-fuck I promised," he
smiled at me.  Bending his body easily, his mouth engulfed the head and
several inches of my dripping dick.  I felt his lips on the base of my cock
as my dickhead slid down his throat.  His throat muscles contracted and
relaxed, working me like his ass muscles had earlier.  He pulled off to
take a breath.  "I hope you're close.  I'm about ready to fill your ass with
hot cum, Daddy," Ty gasped.

	"Fuck away, Man!" I urged.  "I'm within a couple of strokes of
filling your throat with a big flood of cream."

	Needing no further confirmation of my readiness, Ty hammered
my ass with long strokes that matched his mouth and throat.  He was
right.  I'd never been fucked and sucked this well by any man.  Even
when I'd had two guys working on me, they weren't able to time their
fucking and cocksucking as well as Ty was.

	"Ah, FUCK, Ty!  I'm gonna cum!" I bellowed.  Ty moaned
something incoherent around my dickhead as his pistoning cock
slammed harder and faster into me.  "SHIT!" I shouted as a final
warning.  Grabbing his hard, small ass with both hands, I pulled him hard
into me and held on while he bucked, and fucked me.  Never losing his
grip and only a couple of inches of depth, his mouth sucked hard on my
jerking cock, swallowing hot cum each time he blasted more of his load
up my ass.  This was nearly as good as getting fucked and cumming
without touching my dick!

	I hung on to his quivering, pounding ass as Ty unloaded more
sperm into the condom.  Although I was nearly out of control, I urged
him deeper and faster into me.  I needed that big dick of his to force more
cum down his throat, satisfying my need to sperm his mouth.

	He finally pulled off my cum-dripping cock with a plop.
"Gawd!  Your cream tastes good.  I just had to have your cum in my
mouth.  Wasting it in a condom just wasn't good enough.  I hope Dave
appreciates it."

	"He does," I assured him.  "And I hope Luke enjoys your
fuckin' dick up his ass as well as your oral skills.  How'd you learn how
to do that?"

	"Practice and flexibility I have to have for the job," he said.
"We're both good at sucking and fucking at the same time," Ty revealed.
"The flexibility I had before I met Luke and started with Cirque.  I've
been suckin' myself off since I was in my early teens.  I'll bet Dave got
some of the same action I just gave you, too."

	"Oh, I'm sure he did," I agreed.

	"A big 11" cock like Dave's will satisfy Luke probably too well.
He loves to get fucked.  But, he's also a good host, so he probably
offered to service Dave like I did you, Mike," Ty grinned shyly.  "I hope
you don't mind me calling you Daddy.  That's always been a weakness
of mine."  I smiled and assured him I didn't mind.  "I very nearly didn't
give you the fuck-suck thing, because I love being fucked hard on my
stomach by big guys like you."  Ty rubbed my round, hard pex.  "And
those furry pex really get to me."

	"We'll be back in Las Vegas to see Uncle Clay again, I'm sure,"
I laughed.  I didn't want to invite them up to the Northwest before I
talked to Dave about it.  But, if Dave were serviced only half as well as I
was, I was sure Dave would agree.  And so would most of our horny
friends.  Their dance card would be full for the entire visit.  On second
thought, maybe we shouldn't let any of them know about Tyler and
Luke.  We'd never get a shot at them with those dick and ass vultures
circling at home.

	Ty looked up at me.  "You know," he began, "the only thing I
really hate about hot sex like this is the stud fucking me having to wear a
condom.  I love bareback!  The feeling of hot sperm being shot up my ass
can't be matched."

	"Dave and I bareback, but only with each other," I revealed.

	"Yeah?!  So do we, but never with anyone else."

	"We do that as well, with one exception."  I told him about the
18th birthday wish that we'd granted Kurt.  As I finished the tale, Dave
and Luke joined us.  "I was just telling Ty about Kurt and his 18th
birthday present from us," I told the arriving party of two.  "You two
certainly look satisfied," I grinned up at Dave and Luke.  "Something
you should share with us?"

	"You give him the special of the house, Luke?" Ty grinned at
his partner.

	"Oh, yeah!" Luke laughed.  "But, only after that enormous cock
of his nearly fucked me to death.  And I loved every inch of it.  It'd be
too big for you, Babe," he smirked.

	"Says you!" Tyler challenged with a laugh.  "I've had big ones
before."

	"Big, yes.  Enormous, NO!"

	"Remember Gene?" Tyler asked petulantly.  "I took him."

	"And nearly passed out," Luke reminded him.  "Dave is even
BIGGER!  We'd have to wrap you in duct tape to keep you from
exploding!" Luke laughed.

	"Okay, so I'm not the Grand Canyon!" Ty smiled.  "I'll just
have to take your word for it, I guess."

	"You have mine as well, Ty," I volunteered.  "It's BIG, even for
a guy my size to take up the ass!"

	"Well, my love," Luke said, "I nearly passed out from the
pleasure and the stretching he did to my ass.  And there was NO possible
way to get him down my throat.  But, I think he was still satisfied," he
added smiling at Dave.

	"A very satisfied customer," Dave grinned.  "That fuck-suck
thing made me cum from my toes.  Climaxes that strong are rare.  Only
Mike makes me squirt more intensely."

	As it turned out, Gene was one of the men that we'd lined up for
the following day, not thinking that the Gene who was one of the security
guards at Bellagio's Art Museum was the same Gene that Tyler and Luke
were talking about.

	And Gene was as advertised.  No one was going to mess with
that 6'7" giant bodybuilder.  It must have been quite a match-up with the
shorter Luke and Ty.  Gene's cock was as thick as Dave's, but an inch
shorter.  As soon as he saw what Dave and I had to offer in the dick
department, he wanted to bottom for the entire evening.  Of course, we
couldn't allow that!  A fat, white cock that size had to top both of us at
least once each.  Gene was surely up for that.  His big, brawny body
eclipsed us, towered over us standing or lying down.

	Dave and I did our best to service his big body in tandem.  One
was fucking his ass while the other was getting fucked or blowing him
and dangling our dick down his throat.  Getting hard, fat, long cock up
his ass was his favorite.  He admitted that's what he loved most, but
rarely got, due to his size.  Even other gay bodybuilders saw him as only
a top, and never considered fucking his hard, muscled butt.  Of course,
with a dick that size, it wasn't too difficult to figure out why.

	Our only question was how he could hide something that big
when he was posing in those miniscule swimsuits.  He pointed out that it
was only a little more than average size when soft, and he tucked it under
his balls.  He did admit, however, that he'd popped a woody in a couple
of contests, which was an embarrassment backstage, but he'd gotten it
under control before the pose down.  It also got his big cock up the ass of
four of his competitors after one competition.  One of them, he fucked in
the showers, and the other three he'd done later.

	He'd tried dating some of the other bodybuilders, but it was too
competitive, even when they were in other weight classes.  And all of the
ones he thought had potential as boyfriends were confirmed bottoms.
There wasn't a top in the lot of them.  We told him of our friends on the
professional football team, suggesting he might want to look at that
group.  There wasn't a professional team in Las Vegas, but he wasn't
going to be a security guard at Bellagio for the rest of his life, either.  His
college degree should be worth something.  A degree in Art History got
him this job, but I couldn't think of any other place that would hire him
in that field.

	Leaving him with an open invitation to visit us at home, we
returned to Uncle Clay's Sandbox.  We both leaned on Linc to see if
there were something he could do in the building trades area for Gene,
but without a union apprenticeship, there wasn't much Linc could do.
Besides, he pointed out, does he even want to do that kind of work?
Having not asked that question, we were stumped.  Clay and Linc did
want to help, but didn't know how they could without better information.
We decided to call Gene back in the morning and ask him more
questions.  He was going to be our project, we decided.  He needed a job
AND a boyfriend with a future.

	The next day, our third (or fourth if you count Tyler and Luke as
two) date was with a Latino card dealer from New York, New York
Hotel and Casino.  The man absolutely sparkled.  Linc called him
"Chatty Cathy."  And Luis was.  He was the tour guide that everyone
would love, knowing all the right places to go, when to be there, where
the best food was, and the hottest spots for finding men.  With all that
knowledge, we wondered why he'd not found the man of his dreams.
But, he acknowledged that he'd rather play the field than get "married."
"Besides," he said, "when the gay celebrities are in town and they need a
Latino stud, I'm available.  And for free, unlike the so-called escorts.  I
know I can show them at least as good a time as those tramps who charge
by the hour."

	His round ass and fat 8 «" choriso convinced us.  He had us
laughing most of the evening.  The exceptions were when we were
panting over his sculpted body and hot ass or big dick.  Being a versatile
man, he pleasured Dave and I completely.  By the time we left, we were
as convinced as he was that he was solid competition for the paid escorts.
The only problem was getting well known enough to find the man that
could take him away from casino life.  Dave thought he was pretty
shallow to be looking for a hot Hollywood guy to support him, but I
wasn't sure he was that shallow.  However, if it made both of them
happy, who was I to criticize.

	We were home early from Luis' place.  Remembering to call
Gene, I asked him what skills he had in the building trades.  Finding out
he had none, nor any interest, I pressed further.  He'd thought about
working for one of the local gyms as a trainer, but the pay was so poor,
he didn't pursue it.  I knew the same situation existed where we lived.
Without resolving his career future, I reminded him that our invitation to
visit us was very real.  He would consider it, he said, if we promised to
fuck him continuously during his visit.  Laughing at another bold attempt
to get us to bed him again before we left Las Vegas, I promised him a
good time with Dave and I when he visited us at home.

	Linc made us a couple of ham sandwiches, which Dave chased
with a beer and I drown in a glass of Chardonnay.  Being our hosts were
family, we thought it only fair to divulge whatever information they'd
asked.  After tantalizing them with Luis' stories and future plans, and
protestations concerning Gene's bottom preferences, we shuffled off to
bed.

	Showering together, we started a serious game of "hide the
wiener."  By the time I handed Dave the soap, my hard cock was long-
dicking his tight chute.  Standing in front of me, Dave had grabbed my
butt and pulled me savagely into his ass.  My hands worked his nips and
slowly stroked his hard 11" of man meat.

	"Is this a private game or is there room for another player?" a
sexually provocative voice asked from outside the shower.

	Dave instantly replied, "Immediate seating available right here
on this big black dick, Sonny."  The shower door opened and Josh
slipped in.  Using the lube we'd brought into the shower with us, Josh
greased up his hungry hole, pulled Dave's big mahogany phallus down to
his ass level, and impaled himself.

	"Fuck that feels GOOD!" Josh crowed.  "I've really needed
this."  Dave bent his knees to improve the angle of penetration.  I made
sure that I stayed with him.  His knees straightened as he lifted Josh off
the floor and completely buried his dick horn up Josh's eager butt.
"Fuck, YEAH!  Oh, Man!  Open me UP!" Josh moaned.

	Each time Dave lunged forward, his ass tightened hard around
my dick.  I was going to blow my wad up his ass before I wanted to.

	Dave saved me.  "Let's move this to the bed.  I know I can get
deeper and fuck you harder that way, Josh."  He turned off the water.
"And you can get that big cock of yours up my hole and flood me with
another load of your special sauce," he said to me.

	Drying fast, we tumbled on to the bed.  Josh was on his back,
legs over his head, his butt pucker quaking with lust.  "Fuck me, Dave!"
he cried.  "I want it bareback and deep!"

	"Not before you eat my ass, Boy!" Dave snarled.  Josh loved it.
Being bossed around by a big-dicked guy was exactly what fulfilled one
of his fantasies.  While Josh worked on Dave's dark melons, I ate out
Josh.  Dave decided that if I turned around, he could suck on my hole,
too.  We were certainly a happy trio.

	But, Dave had other ideas.  He knew that Josh liked butt-
flavored dick.  And Dave wanted a piece of my hard ass, as he hadn't
fucked me in several days, and I'd just had the pleasure of riding his tail
a few minutes ago.  Pushing my ass down, he lined his dick up with my
well-tongued hole and pushed.  Although I was used to his size, taking it
without real lube was not easy.  But, Dave took it slowly and I did love
his cock up my butt, so he soon had me completely fucked.

	Rubbing his butthole across Josh's tongue, Dave said, "You
ready for some hot dick, Boy?"

	"Oh, yes, Sir!" Josh moaned around Dave's muscled globes.
Thinking Dave meant he was ready to fuck Josh's ass, Josh threw his
legs over his shoulders and spread his ass cheeks.

	"Not so fast, Sonny," he smiled.  "You gotta get it wet first.
Besides," he smirked, "Mike's left you a special taste on my dick.  Clean
it off, Kid!"

	Obeying immediately, Josh bent over and started sucking
Dave's dick.  He moaned with pleasure as more inches of dick slipped
into his mouth for him to enjoy.  I moved in behind him and began to eat
Josh's randy butthole, again.  Taking Dave's big cock wasn't easy for
anyone without at least some preparation.  Josh was enjoying Dave's
black popsicle stick a little too much as his hand was rapidly jacking
himself off.  Dave slapped his hand away.

	"I'm gonna fuck you so good, Kid, that your dick'll shoot off
without even touching it," Dave promised.  "Get in position."  For the
third time, Josh raised his legs and presented his hungry hole.  "Eat
Mike's butthole while I fuck ya," Dave directed.

	I lowered my ass over Josh's face, as Dave's bloated trouser
snake pressed hard against Josh's pucker.  Josh sniffed at my ass and
signed.  "I love eatin' butt almost more than gettin' fucked," he moaned.
Dave's broad dickhead popped inside just as Josh's tongue began to lap
at my briefly fucked hole.  I knew he tasted some of Dave's precum as
well as my butthole.  Josh had become the poster boy for butt pig.

	Dave leaned over and sucked in several inches of my dick as
more inches of his thick rammer descended into Josh's nether region.
Leaning over Dave's back, my butthole presented an even more tempting
target for Josh's tongue.  But, my purpose was to finger Dave's hole so
well that he'd shoot soon.  I didn't think that Josh could handle much
fucking without more lube or preparation.  And it looked like he'd get
neither on this round.

	"Oh, Man!" Josh moaned around my ass cheeks.  "Fuck me,
Dave.  Hammer my ass!"  Dave was long-dicking Josh's butthole with
increasing speed.  My finger was massaging Dave's prostate and his hole
was clamping down hard on me.  I knew that Dave's held breath was a
futile attempt to delay an orgasm.  With a final jab as his pleasure nut, I
pushed him into a shuddering climax that blasted creamy sperm into
Josh's thirsty butt.

	Josh was crying into my ass his own climax, his hand assisting
his pleasure as he jacked himself off.  Dave may have started Josh's
climax, but Josh was going to finish it.  With unrelenting waves of
pleasure, the two rutting animals slowly resolved their body control into
something resembling human beings.  I rolled off Josh's face.

	"Clean it, Boy!" Dave commanded, offering his still dripping
dick to Josh.  Josh brightened like he'd been offered large denomination
currency, and opened his mouth.  Dave moved so he could lick up Josh's
spent cum and suck any remaining drops from Josh's wilting dick, as he
shoved his own cum dripping dick into Josh's open maw.

	Seeing my opening, I applied lube to Dave's ass and mounted
him.  He only grunted quietly as I entered him.  I was sure more cum was
rolling out of Dave's dick as I fucked his ass.  The scent of cum and well-
fucked butts had me at climax point in under a minute.  I held back,
slowing my pace.  But, Dave would have none of that.  Grabbing my butt
with both hands, he rammed me hard into his ass at a speed sure to cause
my to cum.  In ten seconds, I'd passed the point of holding back.  It was
all over.

	Flooding his butt with my load, I spasmed atop his broad back
as my climax crashed over me repeatedly.  I flopped and bucked like a
combination fish and horse.  One moment fucking him like a stallion, the
next moment losing control and flopping like a fish out of water.

	Josh ejected Dave's wilting dick from his mouth.  "Damn,
Dave!  You sure do leak a lot after you cum."

	"Most of that's Mike's fault," Dave acknowledged.  "Fuckin'
my ass always makes me push out more cum if I've just climaxed."

	I pulled out of Dave's creamed hole with a wet plop.  "And I
don't regret one fuckin' thrust," I admitted.

	"Wanna sit on my face now, Dave, and let me eat out Mike's
load?" Josh asked.  Major butt pig, I decided.

	"I've shot it so far up there, I doubt you'll get any of my load," I
said dubiously.

	"I'm very talented and have a long tongue, Mike," Josh teased.

	Dave didn't mind, nor did I.  Josh pulled Dave's muscled
melons apart and dove in.  Again, he was in butt pig heaven.  Whatever, I
thought.  Dave's face agreed.

	After we showered again, Josh reluctantly went to his own
bedroom.  He'd had designs on spending another sex-filled night with us,
but we needed our beauty rest.  We weren't as young as we used to be,
we told him.  He protested that we were on vacation and it didn't matter
what time we got up, but we prevailed and sent him to his own room.

	"Besides," Dave muttered after Josh was gone, "I still haven't
had a chance to reclaim my territory in several days."

	I smiled.  I knew what that meant.  Sometime in the middle of
the night or early in the next morning, my butt was gonna get hammered
into the mattress by his black steel spike.  I wasn't complaining.  In fact,
I was looking forward to it.  I'd missed that big cock of his.  Those
gymnasts were fun, but not filling.  The bodybuilder was incredible, but
just didn't reach that special place that Dave could.

	"Promise?" I asked with a smile.

	"Bet your ass on it, Babe."

	It was early morning when Dave mounted me.  I'd been asleep
on my side when he'd lubed up my pucker and pressed his dark plum
against it.  I backed into it, relaxing.  Several inches skidded inside.  We
both sighed.  Dave rolled me on to my stomach, then pulled me up onto
all fours.  "How about a little doggie action, Mike?"

	"Anything you want, Stud."  I slipped down so that my
shoulders and head rested on the bed, my ass stuck obscenely into the air.
I used my hands to spread my already-parted buttcheeks farther.  Dave
glided in and stopped.  His big balls swung against mine.

	"You sure know how to show a man a good time," Dave
crooned.  "You've got the hottest fuckin' ass on the planet."

	"I'll bet you say that to all the men you fuck," I snickered.

	"Only the good-lookin' ones named Mike."  He punctuated that
with a hard jab and a special grind into my parted ass trench.  "Fuck!
You're incredible."

	I milked his dick gently with my ass chute muscles.  He moaned
again.  I reached under me and between his legs.  Massaging his boiling
nuts, I slipped a finger up his ass and pressed on his prostate.  "Get your
finger outta there," he snarled.  "I don't wanna cum, yet," he laughed as I
tickled his balls.  Dave pushed down on my lower back, forcing me flat
onto the bed.  He pulled himself up so his dick was fucking straight down
into me.  His hands hooked under my chest and over my shoulders.
Pulling me into each thrust of his big 11" of meat, Dave made love to me
for several minutes, nuzzling my neck, chewing on my earlobes,
whispering into my ear how much he loved me.

	As much as I loved this, Dave loved it more.  Without realizing
it, his speed had increased and his breath shortened.  Our sexual coupling
had approached an urgent need to breed.  My back was arching up to
meet each of his pistons into me.  His long-dicking had become
shortened, only the last couple of inches near the base were ever exposed.
My own need had manifested itself by slowly increasing my milking
pressure on his thrusting cock.

	"Oh, fuck, Mike.  I'm gonna cum in your hot ass," he breathed
quietly, almost matter-of-factly.  "I love you, Mike.  Gotta cum!  Fuckin'
CUM!"

	And I was equally as needy with my urging him to "Fuck me,
Dave!  Fuck me!  Oh!  CUM in me!  Give me every inch!"

	Dave slammed hard into me and held on, grinding in that thick
last inch and bucking atop me.  I could feel each spasm as his starchy
manjuice shot into me.  With each climax wave, Dave's body jerked and
his dick squirted out another heavy, creamy rope of dick gravy for my
hungry ass to enjoy.

	After a good minute of spasms, jerks, and moans, Dave rolled
off me, his cock still dripping cum.  "Oh, no you don't," I protested.  I
swung astride his legs, aimed his slowly wilting cock at my still stretched
asshole and sat down.  His slick cock rocketed quickly back inside me.
"I want all that load up my ass, Dave," I smiled down at him.  "And you
get all this."  I started jerking my hard dick at his face while I fucked
myself on his still lengthy, but wilting dick.  There was more than
enough cock in my ass to stimulate my prostate, especially after the great
fuck I'd just gotten from him.  I was back to the edge of my climax in a
few more seconds.

	Dave lifted his head, smiled, and opened his mouth.  His timing
couldn't have been better.  I was probably already spasming and
clutching at his dick as my climax roared over me.  "FUCK!" I shouted
and let fly with one big white rope of baby sauce after another.  The first
three hit him squarely in the face, only two went in his mouth (the other
one hit him on the right cheek).  The rest of the squirts landed on his
chest and stomach.  As I pumped out more cum, Dave's dick hit my
prostate hard.  His cock had shrunk up enough that the big head was
wedged against my joy button and causing incredible pleasure.

	I shuddered as another wave hit me.  His dickhead was really
working me over.  I sat back on his hips, forcing his cock deeper into me.
That stopped the unendurable stimulation of my prostate.  I breathed a
sigh of relief.  "Damn!" I purred.  "You sure can fuck!"  I leaned in,
licking cum off his chest and stomach, then shared my bounty with a
passionate kiss.  "You're still the best fuck I've ever had."

	"Takes two to Tango," he smiled up at me.

	Rolling off of Dave, I lay beside him.  He snuggled into me,
playing with my chest hairs.  "You still love me after all those hot men
we've had," he said.

	"Of course, Dave," I assured him.  "I'll never find anyone as
perfect as you are.  No one is better sex, or a better friend."

	"No one?"

	"Not a soul."

	"You sure?"

	"Dave?" I looked at him sternly.  "What are you driving at?"

	"Oh, just looking for reassurance, I guess," he mused.  "Some of
those guys are so hot.  Like Gene, for instance.  I know he's definitely
your type."

	"He sure is," I agreed.  "All those big muscles, not to mention
that hot ass and big cock.  But, you're forgetting, Dave.  That's just sex.
I love you.  And you do it better, anyway."

	"Really?"

	"Of course, really," I sighed.  "What's up with this line of
questions?"

	"Oh, I don't know," he confessed.  "Some of these guys have
been so hot, I don't feel like I can compete."

	"You gotta be kiddin' me!" I laughed.  He looked up into my
eyes.  No, he wasn't kidding.  "I don't know what kind of guarantees or
assurances you need, Dave.  I love you.  I don't know what more I can
say to convince you."

	"I guess I just need to hear it," he signed.

	"Well, you probably need to hear it more often, too.  Especially,
after we have one of those sessions with totally awesome guys like
Gene," I suggested.  "Perhaps, Dave, there's a little projecting going on
here?" I grinned.

	"Caught me!" Dave laughed.  "Yeah, Gene's HOT!  He's a lot
of the things I like physically in a man, too."

	"Thought so," I smiled smugly.  "He's gonna be someone's
awesome catch.  But, not mine.  I already have the best one out there, my
love."

	"Thanks, Mike.  I guess I just need to hear it once in a while to
reassure me that we're both on the same page of this relationship."

	"As long as that big place marker you have between your legs is
between my ass cheeks frequently, we'll always be on the same page,
Sweetcheeks."

	"Now, our relationship has been reduced to sex?" Dave laughed.

	"Yeah," I teased him.  "You've always been just a sexual object
to me.  Nothing more!"

	"Fucker!"

	"Fuckee, Dear!"


Will they succeed in finding a new career for Gene?  And what will the
New Year bring our heroes?
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