Date: Tue, 1 May 2001 19:43:59 -0700 From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com> Subject: Black and White, Chapter 42. All Disclaimers BLACK AND WHITE Chapter 42 Junior looked over his shoulder. "Looks like the back of the plane is empty," he observed. "We can stretch out better and you can both hear this tall tale easier." We moved to the back of the plane where the seats faced inwards. Junior sat between us and told his story. "I grew up in Asshole, Texas. Well, that wasn't exactly the name of this one-horse farm town, but you could see and smell the asshole of the world from there. By the time I was in high school, I knew that swingin' dicks were my favorite thing. Girls were okay as friends, but to get down and dirty with them was of no interest to me. "In this little cow town, we had the usual team sports, but not enough guys to man a football team. So we played with an abbreviated version of seven to a team, instead of the usual eleven. I was too scrawny to even think about football, but basketball was another story. I was the tallest kid in the county (but that isn't sayin' much as the whole county only had 4,000 living souls), so I was center on my school's team from the time I was a freshman. "One of the big, burly football players (a tight end would you believe?) was a senior the year I started high school. He was a forward and taught me a lot about the game as well as the after-game. After he got a good look at my big pecker, he was my best friend. The other guys started makin' fun of my long wangus, but LeRoy told `em to fuck off or I'd fuck `em with it while he held `em down. "Now, LeRoy was a good ol' boy and didn't take shit from no one, but he did take dick up the ass from nearly everyone. He had a couple of older brothers and cousins who porked him right proper. So, when I showed up, my dick wasn't that much of a stretch for him. Right off, he asked me how big my dick got. I told him I'd never bothered to measure it. I didn't know my cock was bigger than most until I was out of that little school that had grade one through eight in it, and into high school. My first gym class was a revelation. I wondered why all those other boys had such little peckers. "But, LeRoy showed me how to get it pleasured right proper, with him doing the pleasurin', of course. By the time basketball season came around and football season was over, LeRoy was takin' it up the ass real regular like. And I was suckin' him off, too. "He wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he was good hearted and trustworthy. His daddy had already decided that this son was gonna be the one to work the farm. The older boys didn't have any interest in farming, so LeRoy stayed ta home with his parents after graduation. That's how LeRoy and me stayed good friends and fuck buddies throughout the rest of my high school years. "When I went away to college (`cause I didn't wanna be a dirt farmer), LeRoy up and married one of the local gals. We never diddled again. For LeRoy, marriage was a sacred trust, and he couldn't be dickin' around with no one else. "I attended a small college and was on the basketball team there as well, but as the low post forward. (I wasn't big enough in this crowd to be center.) Again, I met up with a couple of guys this time that appreciated what I had to offer in the dick department. One of them was a truly handsome black guy who couldn't get enough of my big ol' dick. I was always pleased to plow his bubble butt `back forty', but I never could get into getting fucked myself. It just wasn't my thing, I guess. "My reputation for having the biggest dick on campus soon got me many new friends. Word about this even got out to the other colleges in our league. Guys on the other teams were always asking if it were true that I had a 12" cock. And more often than not, one of the guys on the other team would want me to fuck him with it. Being an athlete, I thought it was only proper that I fuck as many guys as I could. That's what the straight ones did with the cheerleaders. So, why not? "After college, I got a job with Intel, and now fly between Texas and Portland, Seattle, or Sacramento several times a year," Junior concluded. "I'll bet you have lots of size queens chasin' after that giant dick," Dave observed. "When I'm on business, I keep it strapped down, so no one knows about it. But, when I'm not workin', I let it hang free. Guess you boys already figured that one out," he laughed. "But, a big dick has a lot of drawbacks," Junior allowed. "When I go out and try to find someone to play with, I'm just a piece of meat. No interest in me, just my big dick," he sighed. "Have you tried getting to know them first before bedding them?" I asked. "Yep. I was too big for both of them. So, I gave up that approach. I like fuckin', so there's no way I'm gonna settle for a handjob or a blowjob in any kinda permanent relationship." "Only two tries doesn't mean you should give it up," Dave protested. "There are lots of guys who'd love to get to know you, besides your big dick. We enjoyed the company of three great bottoms while we were in Las Vegas." "Yeah," I broke in. "One was a sales clerk, one's a bodybuilder, and the other guy is a total daddy/hunk/stud. I wouldn't be at all surprised if each one visited us, soon. And because you come to town periodically, you could meet each one." "You have a preference on types, Junior?" Dave asked. "Don't want `em too short, no smokers or chewers, good shape, but the bodybuilder is just too much muscle for me. I prefer the more natural, athletic build," Junior replied. "And employed! Good Gawd, I don't wanna be some twinkie's sugar daddy. And those guys who are nelly as a box of birds or pink ink just don't do it for me. They'd probably be good, loyal friends, but as sexual partners, I'm not interested." I nearly laughed out loud at his Texasism for our more feminine acting brothers. "Race, age, religion?" I pressed. "Don't care about any of those," Junior said. "It's the inner man that makes me quiver, not the packaging." "Well, let me be more specific then," I continued. "If Dave or I weren't already taken, would either of us be your type, and why?" Junior looked at me with a big smile. He looked like he was trying to think of how to respond without causing offense or coming on too strong. "Mike and I have a lot of friends in town who are single and love to get fucked. We're being matchmakers," Dave laughed. "Oh," Junior grinned with relief. "I can't have too many friends now, can I? Well, you're both my body types, hunky, well maintained, and tall. Like I said, race don't mean nothing to me, so neither of you get eliminated there. And you both have daddy qualities that have always made me hard, especially you, Mike. You're both in the right age group, although if you really pressed me, I'm not sure that I have limits on the upper end (as long as the guy's not a fossil or falling apart) or the lower end (except he'd better be of legal age). Guess I'm just an equal opportunity fucker!" "I think he'd really go for Joe in Las Vegas," Dave observed. "Who wouldn't? The man's every queer's wet dream," I agreed. "So, tell me about this Joe feller," Junior smiled. "He's the gold (maybe platinum) standard for butch, masculine, daddy, stud, hunk, and yummy!" I began. "He's about 5' 10", 200 pounds of hard muscles (he owns a small landscaping company), dark, swarthy good looks, Italian, hairy in all the right places. You've seen that porn star Steve Kelso or Bruno from the old stuff from the 70's?" Junior nodded. "Well, Joe's that kinda furry." "And he's got a hot, round ass that loves to get fucked," Dave added. "Looking at him, you'd swear he's gotta be a top, but he's an insatiable bottom as Mike and I can attest." "Yeah?" Junior smiled. "I have to assume he's that feller from the gym you worked on last night?" We nodded. "So, when do I meet him?" Dave laughed. "Eager, aren't we. Well, he did say that this is the slow time of year for landscaping, so he'd call us soon to schedule a visit with us. He wants some more of what we gave him last night." "How much you give him?" the Texan asked. "We fucked him for three hours as a tag team, and he wanted more," Dave blushed. "I meant, how many inches you give him," Junior leered. "Nine and eleven," I responded. "DAYUM! You boys are carryin'," Junior drawled. "He seemed to enjoy it," Dave recalled. "I'm sure you'd satisfy him, too, if you can ride him long enough or cum frequently enough." "Well, the truth is I don't ride very long. I get too excited and shoot my wad, but my recovery is excellent, so I can get back in the saddle again real soon," Junior bragged. "How many times you cum in a night?" Dave pressed. "Oh, prolly, six or seven times," he grinned back. I looked over at Dave and grinned. This rangy Texan needs to audition with us before we let him get into Joe's ass. Once he gets a piece of that stud muffin, we'll be history. Dave read my mind. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the day, Junior?" Dave asked. "Get the rental car, check into the hotel, kick back, get a couple of brews, and watch the rest of the football games alone, again," he moaned. "Wouldn't you rather fuck a couple of new friends?" I asked. Junior paused for a heartbeat. "You mean fuckin' you fellers?" his eyes widened. "Fuck, YEAH! That's right neighborly of y'all." "Besides," Dave added with a grin, "we could use a ride home, instead of taking a taxi or limo. And we can save Uncle Intel some bucks my having you spend the night at our place. We have tomorrow off, but have to get back to work the following day." "That works out for me, too," Junior agreed. "I have to be in Sacramento tomorrow night, anyway." "And we're holding you to your claim of six or seven cum loads in a night," I whispered as the steward offered us drinks and a light snack. After the steward had left, Junior said, "I think you boys oughta see what you're gonna git." He unzipped his pants and pulled out a very fat, long cock. He stroked it a few times, making sure that no one else could see it. I looked around, then, went down on him. It was about as thick as Dave's and was already leaking precum. Dave pushed me away and went down on him, too. "You boys sure do know how to show a feller a good time," he breathed lustily. His hands disappeared into the back of our pants. Dave was already leaned over, so Junior's finger skidded down his butt crack. I bent over farther to give him the same access to mine. He withdrew his fingers and sniffed. "Fuck, boys, I love butt!" he exclaimed. "Sniffin' butt always makes me wanna cum." He held his breath, then warned, "Like right now!" His body shook and Dave's eyes showed his surprise. I pushed him away and took over, not spilling a drop. Junior's cum was sweet and plentiful. He was a silent cummer, unlike Dave and I (who seem to tell the entire county of our climax). I pulled off after Junior slowed down. Dave resumed sucking, gaining dribbles of cream from Junior's slowly shrinking cock. "Welcome to the Mile High Club," I said. Junior's breathing slowed and Dave released his wet dick. The tall Texan stuffed it back into his pants with a sigh. "I've always wanted to do that," he smiled. "But, this don't get you boys off the hook for some lap dancin'." "We wouldn't think of it," Dave smiled, wiping stray cum from his chin. "I'll bet that trouser snake will be beggin' us to stop before we beg you to stop." "That's a challenge I accept," he drawled. "I'm gonna have such fun fuckin' with you boys." We talked some about his work at Intel (a hardware engineer troubleshooter is the best description I can think of), men he'd been with, and more of what he wanted in a partner. By the time we landed, the leaked cum spot on his slacks had dried. Junior's car was waiting for him. He called the hotel to cancel the reservation as Dave drove us home. When we arrived, I started a load of laundry (including what I was wearing) while Dave gave him a tour of the house and yard. "I thought we were fucking!" I yelled from upstairs over the balcony railing. "I gotta shower first," Junior called back. "I smell like a randy old goat that's cum all over himself (which I have)," he added laughing. I started the shower, adjusted the temperature and stepped in as Dave and Junior disrobed. "Fuck a duck, Dave," Junior blurted out. "If you don't have the purdiest body I've seen. And that butt! DAYUM!" "So, what am I?" I asked petulantly. "Roadkill?" Junior pulled off his socks as he looked into the bathroom. "Shit no, Mike! You got that fine hairy chest and round, daddy ass, bubble butt I love so much," he complimented. "Then, come on in and have a sample," I teased. Junior's body and big cock reminded me of Ken Ryker, the porn star. He possessed the same good looks, blonde hair, and big cock; but Junior was more slender, less muscled than Ken. And Junior's cock was MUCH bigger. It hung about 6" soft, and the head was big like the shaft. His narrow hips emphasized his round ass. By the time he'd finished soaping me up, his cock no longer hung at 6", but stood up proudly at a full 12". I was sure I'd never seen a cock that big on a white man. It looked delicious. But, Dave was way ahead of me. While Junior was washing me, he'd been washing Junior. That sweet butt of Junior's got special soap, then tongue attention. The lanky Texan sure loved that! He moaned and carried on like he'd won the lottery. While Dave tongued one end, I sucked the other. It was far too big to deep-throat, just as Dave's was. But, I gave it a shot, anyway. Turning around, I said, "In here, Junior. I want to be ridden hard and put away wet." Handing him a condom, I bent over, resting my hands on my knees. Junior fingered my tight hole with two lubed fingers, then three. "I'm gonna fuck you SO good," he breathed in my ear. "I love daddy butts!" His hard steely rod entered me slowly. Junior knew he had a big dick and always had to start slow if he wanted to finish deep inside. "Oh, man! You keep eatin' my ass like that Dave and I'll lose my load inside this boy in no time." "We couldn't have that now, could we," Dave laughed and went right back to chewing on Junior's butthole. Junior lunged deep inside me with is last thick inch and shuddered. I could feel his dick pulse hard once, then again. "FUCK! I'm cumming!" Junior shouted, and that he did. He bucked hard and deep into me, maximizing his pleasure. Thrusting earnestly and loudly, each climax wave released another burst of slurred speech. His size and fucking rhythm reminded me of getting fucked by Brad's 13" post, a ride to remember. Junior continued to grind his big dick into my backside. "Geez, Mike," he panted. "I'm right sorry that I came so fast. It seems I always do when I'm fuckin' something this nice. Just something I learned, because too much of this Texas torpedo can hurt if I fuck too long." "It sure felt good to me, Junior," I reassured him. "Almost like getting fucked by Dave." "How soon can you recover, Junior?" Dave asked. "I need some butt ridin' too, ya know." "Not more than another ten minutes and I'll be ready for ya," Junior responded. "Just enough time to finish our showers and dry off. And I hope you," he said indicating me, "allow me the pleasure of draining your balls down my throat." "With pleasure," I leered. Sure enough, in another ten minutes, Junior was ready, hard as steel and eager to plug Dave's round, milk chocolate ass. "I wanna watch your face when you cum, Junior. So fuck me face to face," Dave asked. "Whatever that hot black ass wants, I'll deliver," Junior smiled. "But, ya know, I gotta eat that purdy butt first." Dave lay on his back, and lifted his long legs up to his shoulders, presenting his tight pucker. Junior pounced, laving that soon-to-be-fucked bootie with glee. With Junior's ass in the air (from bending over and eating Dave's hole), I had the perfect shot at his tight back door. As much as I wanted to fuck him, I thought better of it. Instead, my tongue slipped up his crack and into his tight pucker. He winced at the sudden invasion, then settled into it. Rolling one of Dave's big condom's on his own dick, Junior said, "Ready or not, here I cum!" His fat dickhead and several inches slipped easily into Dave's hungry hole. Junior pulled back, watching Dave's face. When Dave shuddered, Junior knew he'd hit Dave's joy button. That still left many inches of hard cock exposed. "Git over here in front of me, Mike," Junior directed. "I need some creamy mouthwash." I moved around and sat on Dave's face. I knew how much he loved eating my butt (although he wouldn't be able to watch Junior cum when I was astride his face). Working slowly in and out of Dave's ass, adding more dick with each thrust inward, Junior leaned into me and engulfed my cock completely. My hard cock jerked and my nuts tightened as he swallowed me whole. Watching Dave get fucked by that big white cock was so HOT! I was getting closer to the edge. I needed to pull back or Junior would be flooded with my creamy sperm before he was ready to upload his hot cum into Dave's tight butt. Dave was moaning louder and louder around my butt cheeks. I knew that sound, so I warned Junior, "He's gonna cum!" Junior instantly released his throat lock on my cock and bent over hard on to Dave's 11" weapon. Dave reached for his dick to jerk himself off, but I held his arms down as Junior went down on several inches of black meat. Dave bellowed into my butthole, eating me out deeply as his body tensed, then began to thrash. I saw Junior swallow as Dave's heavy nuts and fat dick began to unload. Junior's fucking speed increased, but he only fucked in the first few inches. He was either not as flexible as he needed to be to fuck deeper or he was deliberately fucking Dave's prostate to give Dave maximum pleasure. By the way Dave was eating my ass and jerking about, I decided it was the latter. Junior swallowed a second time, then released Dave's dick with a howl and a deep thrust. By the grimace of joy on his face, I knew he was cumming hard into Dave's butt. I leaned over and finished blowing Dave while Dave pulled at Junior's butt to get him to fuck his fat, long cock deeper into Dave's hungry hole. Dave licked harder at my butt, slashing his tongue hard into me as I bent over to suck up his last few squirts and dribbles. My asscheeks spread and he speared me even deeper. If these two studs hadn't just cum, I'd have demanded a deep dicking for myself. This had to be one of the best rimmings Dave had ever done for me. He was really into it. With the last deep strokes into Dave, the slender Texan's breathing began to return to normal. "SHEE-IT!" he drawled. "That's the finest black caboose I've ever fucked. You gotta be makin' Mike the happiest top in town!" "That he does," I agreed. "But, that big dick of his also speaks to me on occasion. And when it talks, I just bend over and smile." "It always amazes this cowboy how anyone can take a dick in the butt that's more than 6" long. I just don't see how its possible," Junior sighed. "However, I'm VERY grateful that it is!" "How about some dinner?" I suggested, rolling off Dave's face. "I'm sure we have something good to eat around here besides dick and butthole," I laughed. After another fast shower, we adjourned to the kitchen. Dave and I whipped up something while Junior spun more tall tales for us. While Dave selected a wine to go with dinner, I remembered to see if we had calls while we were away. Bingo! Sixteen messages were lined up, waiting to be heard. I called Dave in to help me take dictation. I knew we were going to have a lot of men who wanted some of our time. We hadn't bothered to let anyone know we'd be gone, except our neighbors (they'd picked up the mail) who watched the house for us. That wasn't exactly true, as we'd declined three New Year's Eve party invitations (the coaches, my boss, and Dave's boss), telling them we'd be out of town. And as it turned out, we had three more invitations among the 16 messages. The coaches wished us a happy New Year along with several other voices in the background. Donnie (Dave's brother) wished us a happy New Year (and was looking for a free fuck), Cousin Larry, the same thing. My parents and Dave's parents wishing us happy New Year. Ron (from Costco) was wishing us a happy New Year (and a hot fuck). Kurt (wishing for his butthole to be flooded again by us), a call from Steve and Brad, and a very naughty call from Steve's sons. The last four calls were from Mike (the sales clerk that we played with in the men's department in Las Vegas), Joe (that really hot man's man from the gym), Gene (the bodybuilder and security guard at Bellagio's), and Uncle Clay. During dinner, we told Junior about several of the men we'd heard from. He had particular interest in the coaches and a number of the players. But, it was the sales clerk and the landscaper that interested Junior the most. When we mentioned that Joe wanted to visit us over the MLK weekend, Junior was instantly interested. "I'll be here that Sunday night. Intel will be working on the holiday, so I'll be here." He paused for a few seconds. "I wonder if I'm his type?" "Well, Dave and I were, so we have to assume he likes `em tall and hung. And we know he's a bottom, the way he carried on, plus the manner in which he talked about preferring getting fucked almost constantly," I recalled. "In fact, you and he would be a great sexual match. He loves big dicks up his ass as often as he can get it, and you love to fuck, a LOT!" "There's an `amen' from this corner," Dave added. "That's all well and good, but there's still the reality of meetin' this guy and clickin'," Junior equivocated. "If the chemistry ain't there, we're goin' nowhere, fast!" "Look," Dave suggested, "how about if we invite him up that weekend. We'll pick you up at the airport on Sunday and bring you here. We certainly have the room; and if you don't hit it off, you can sleep in separate bedrooms." "More likely, you'll be bangin' his ass and I'll be the widow down the hall," Junior nearly wailed. "Most likely, you'll have three butts to fuck!" I contradicted him. "Unless, of course, you and Joe exclude us, banishing us to our room while you two fuck like rabbits down the hall." "I like the way you think, Mike," Junior laughed. "This could be a great weekend comin' up." After telling him a little more about young Kurt, whom he also thought might be a fun time in the future (and even Steve's sons), we cleared the dishes, did another load of laundry, and sorted through the mail that the neighbors had left on the fireplace mantel. The mail yielded a few late Christmas cards, a couple of bills, a few magazines, and lots of fourth class mail that got recycled. I always went through the credit card application forms and "checks" and shredded those (no point in having someone take those from the trash and use them to steal my good credit). "You got one of the purdiest bend-over's I've ever seen, Mike," Junior drooled. "How `bout I just fuck you right here while you're shreddin' that stuff?" "If you got a condom on ya, and a packet of lube, I'm willing," I replied, shaking my tail at him. "I hope Dave won't mind if I take another one of these big condoms. They sure do fit nice." "I don't think he'll mind, especially if we include him," I suggested. "I'll get the condom and lube," volunteered Dave from the hallway. "I know I can find something to do while you guys fuck." Dave was back with two condoms and lube before I could shed my clothes. "I'm getting my butt hammered as soon as he's done fuckin' you, Mike," he related when I gave him a quizzical look. I didn't think he was gonna fuck me after Junior did (he wouldn't need the second condom if he were going to fuck me), but I wouldn't have minded if he had. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. "As soon as Junior finished tearin' me up, I want you, Sweetcheeks, to take his place and fill me with cum," I directed. Dave instantly loved the idea. "I'm pretty sure Junior will enjoy the show enough to get hard again fast, and fuck you while I'm taking you up the ass." "I knew I liked you, Mike," Junior laughed. "My kinda dog pile." "I'll bet you run out of paper to shred before we get through this, Mike. How about you hold on to the desk here to keep your balance and get that sweet daddy butt in position for both of us?" Dave asked. Junior and I nodded our agreement, having finished piling our clothes on the desk chair. "Dave was sure right," Junior whispered in my ear as he bent over my back and lined his hard cock up against my lubed hole. "You do have a sweet daddy butt. All that hard muscle and a deep hole in the middle makes it hard not to cum instantly." He leaned into me, working on my hairy pecs and teasing my erect nips. Dave continued to undress, then pulled Junior's narrow ass cheeks apart and breathed hotly between them. He pulled and fondled the tall Texan's ball bag, allowing his fingers to stray to the thick root of Junior's slowly pistoning prick. Junior was trying very hard to keep this fuck session from getting away from him like they usually did. He wanted this one to last. However, that wasn't going to happen. His wide, long cock slipped completely into me. It almost felt too long, but I'd had bigger and knew I could take it. Junior ground it in (corkscrew fashion) and pulled nearly out. Long-dicking me was feeling good. I pushed myself back against him and squeezed my ass channel around his monster cock. I felt Dave's fingers stroking Junior's base, infrequently feeling Junior's nuts slap against mine. I heard Junior muttering to himself that he had to go slow, think of something else. The mantra wasn't working. His pace had increased, his breathing more shallow, his urgent fondling of my dick synchronized with the stroking of his big cock up my ass. Knowing that Dave was going to be up my ass for more than ten minutes (the time it took Junior to recharge), I decided that Junior needed to cum now, not later. But, I needn't have worried. Junior was already on the brink of his climax. A small push from my milking ass channel and he was spraying the inside of the condom with the creamy contents of his Texas- size nuts. "Ah, FUCK, Dave!" Junior groaned and began to fuck hard into me. Well, I wasn't Dave, but from the slobbering sounds I heard, I figured out that Dave's tongue was up Junior's butthole and that helped push Junior, too. Junior's massive cock bucked, jerked, and spewed into me. I could feel him throb in me as well as spasm on my back. His climax tortured his control, but not his fucking. He hammered my ass like I was the last fuck he'd ever get. But, he'd have Dave in another ten minutes (or sooner, if Junior enjoyed the "show"). When he pulled out, I asked for the filled condom and drank. "You love that shit, doncha Mike? Can't say as I blame ya. Only a few guys have really nasty cream. Most have sweet tastin' sauce." "I've always liked it from the first time I slurped up my own loads," I replied. "And Dave's have always been the best. The man's got a special cum pump that knows how to shoot it deep down my throat or up my butt. And that's what I'm hoping he's gonna do next. I need a deep load in my ass!" Dave positioned himself behind me. The lube that Junior had fucked into me was adequate to allow Dave to slide into me easily. In one long stroke, Dave was grinding his thick root into my butthole. Junior had one as thick and even longer than Dave's, but Dave was the only one who knew how to fuck me the way I loved it. He bent me over the desk and leaned against my back. "You want this nice and slow, so we can show Junior how good we fuck," Dave whispered lustily into my ear. "I'm gonna fill you so full of hot cum you'll be having my babies for a week." "Promises, promises," I whispered back. Junior move beneath us to watch Dave's big, black cock long- dick my hungry hole. "This is the hottest fuck I've ever seen. Better than any porno tape I've ever watched! Purdier than a Spring day in Texas." Dave slowly fucked my ass, making sure that he got in deep, then pulling back until just the head was inside. More than once he pulled all the way out to give Junior a good look at how long and thick Dave's cock is and how open that makes my eager hole. Each time Dave hit my prostate (in or out), I'd moan with pleasure. Junior began licking my nuts, then went to sucking my dick. When Dave ground his obsidian fuck-stick hard into me, my dripping cock would slide farther down Junior's hungry throat. Junior pulled off my dick. It slapped hard against my abs. "I gotta fuck that hot, black tail. Just too round to be left alone. Hope you don't mind, Mike." I only breathed a sigh of relief. I had been very close to climaxing with Dave's thick dickhead rubbing my prostate while Junior was expertly sucking my hard rod. Dave pushed me harder on to the desk surface, giving him nearly doggie style depth with his battering ram. He slowed, then moaned loudly as Junior's enormous weapon moved deeper into Dave's deep, dark tunnel. The Texan leaned over on Dave's muscled back, forcing Dave harder on to my back. I loved that feeling of being completely dominated by Dave. His fat cock up my ass, jerking hard with each heartbeat only made it more erotic. "Fuck! This is GOOD!" breathed Junior. "I'm hard in under ten minutes and I'll shoot soon if you don't stop milking my cock, Dave." "This isn't my fault," Dave whispered huskily. "Mike's got me so close, I'm about ready to pop." I backed off, providing less friction to Dave's mahogany log. My own dick was dripping pearly drops of precum, which reached nearly to the floor in one long strand. I knew that if I started jacking on it, I'd cum instantly. I wanted Dave to enjoy the ride in my hole before I did that. Besides, I didn't want to cum on the carpet, unless I HAD to. "Your ass is SOOOO HOT, Dave," Junior stammered. "You're pullin' the cream right outta my nuts. FUCK!" I could feel the heavy pounding that Junior was doing on Dave's tight ass. I knew Junior was creaming as his breathing had devolved to staccato bursts and moans. Dave held on to my hips, afraid to fuck me, as the friction would surely cause him to cum as well. Even without trying to, Dave's big cock still hit my prostate hard each time Junior hammered Dave's hole, unloading more hot Texas sperm into the protective condom. When Junior's climax waned, he pulled out with a plop. "Who wants this?" he asked, waving the filled condom. Dave quickly volunteered, as it was his ass that got the deep fuck, so he should get the bounty of that action. He drank deeply from it as he started again to fuck me in long strokes. "I'll bet this won't last much longer," Junior smirked as he moved in front of me and captured my hard, dripping dick with his lips. As fat inches slipped into his mouth, more inches slid up my needy asshole. I decided I was going to enjoy this to the limit. Dave's big cock up my ass was going to cause me to cum or Junior's blowjob would. I didn't care as long as I got my load shot down the Texan's throat. I didn't have long to wait. My climax hit me suddenly and hard. Dave had been purposefully hitting my prostate with his big dickhead in short jabs. He knew I'd be cumming hard as a result of his deliberate stimulation. That would cause my ass channel to milk his monster cock as I climaxed. As I sprayed Junior's throat and mouth with my hot ball honey, Dave's ebony bone rode me hard and deep. I felt his dickhead swell, then shoot several hot, creamy ropes of manjuice deep up my asshole. Without question, I could greedily sit on that fat cock all day long, if he'd feed my hungry ass his dick gravy. Junior's fingers played with my nuts, then Dave's, as he tried to coax more cum from both of us. When we finally uncoupled, Junior said, "Bareback fuckin' is SO hot. I've never done it, but it sure does look like fun." Dave and I grinned. "We sure love it. But, with your hair trigger, that much more direct stimulation on your dick and you'd be squirting loads before you got in deep enough to satisfy your man." "Ain't it the truth," Junior wheezed. "Gotta work on that, I suppose." Dave and I returned phone calls. Gene (security guard/bodybuilder) wasn't home, so Dave left a message. Mike wasn't there, either. Again, we left a message. Joe was the same result. I called my parents and told them about the good time (sanitized version, of course) that we'd had with Uncle Clay and Linc. They were pleased that Clay was looking seriously at retiring early. My parents only wish they could (and probably would) in another few years. Dave had been on the other line returning calls to the coaches and Steve and Brad (leaving a message with them for Steve's sons). Dave also found out that Brad was getting more serious about moving up to Steve's house permanently. We'd have to get together with them soon to catch up on all the latest happening with them. When I finished with my parents, the line rang. Kurt was on the line, begging for a chance to come over. He said he needed to get fucked, "deep, hard, and often." I told him that we were entertaining an out-of-town guest, so we were busy. He persisted. "You fucked us enough, Junior, that you're ready to take on that young guy I was telling you about?" "He eager for some Texas dick?" Junior drawled. "He's eager for big dick. In his words, `deep, hard, and often'," I quoted Kurt. "I'll take care of the young'n. Send him over. I've worn you fellers out, anyway," he bragged. Much as I hated to admit it, my ass was pretty tender right now. Another session with his Texas-size cock would be one too many. "Suit yourself," I agreed. I told Kurt of his good fortune. He said he'd be here in less than five minutes. Almost before I could hang up, he was ringing the doorbell. Kurt was more handsome, taller, and broad shouldered than I'd remembered. This kid needed another run up the stairs with Dave and I again, and soon! After I'd made the introductions, Kurt got right to the point. "You think you can satisfy this teenager's ass?" he asked with a straight face. "Ask these boys here. They'll vouch for my abilities," Junior claimed. Dave and I nodded. "More dick than I have and quicker recovery," Dave added. "My butt's got a real deep itch," Kurt grinned. "Think you can scratch it?" "I think you'll be satisfied," Junior allowed. "Mind if we use the guest bedroom, Mike?" Kurt asked with a devilish grin. "My butt needs some deep plowing from a tall Texan." Kurt was dragging Junior up the stairs before I could even nod my consent. "That kid's gonna get the plowing of his young life," I smiled at Dave. He agreed, then added, "I almost forgot to tell you. When I was chatting with Coach Randy, he mentioned that since the football team had a non-playoff year, some changes would be made. Randy and Chuck still have their assistant coaching jobs, but the strength coaching position will be open. Randy asked me if you knew of some beefy guys at the gym who might be interested in the job. He knows what sucker you are for muscle men. Then, I thought we ought to see if Gene is interested." "Great idea," I concurred. "I was just thinking of him as well. Did Randy say anything about when they'd be interviewing or filling the job?" "He didn't say," Dave revealed. "But, practice doesn't start until Spring." "Still, I think we should find out when they have to hire someone," I cautioned. "He say who would be doing the hiring?" "Again, I didn't ask," Dave smiled. "I was too interested in getting back to Junior." "Well, I'm glad he's working on Kurt," I said. "My butt couldn't stand much more of that 12" cock of his." "Nor mine." We finished with the dishes, the clothes in the laundry (listening at the guestroom door once as Junior hammered Kurt's ass), and paid some bills. As Dave was pouring us a glass of wine, the phone rang, again. This time, it was Mike. He wanted to schedule some time with us as soon as possible. Although holiday weekends would give him more time, those were always the weekends the store wanted everyone to work as those were big sales days. So, he suggested the last weekend in January. We gave him our e-mail address and told him to get the air travel arranged, then let us know which flight number, airline, and time of arrival. Mike was delighted with the prospect of getting fucked by both of us, telling us how hungry his hole was for dick. About ten minutes after Mike hung up, Gene called. While I was talking to Gene, the other line rang and Dave answered that call to find Joe calling. Gene was fishing for a quick invitation to get up here and get fucked. I told him that we were ready when he was. He said that sooner was better than later, suggesting the weekend of President's Day next month. He'd have suggested MLK, Jr. holiday, but knew he was working. I knew Dave and I both had the holiday off, but wasn't sure the weekend was open. I scribbled a note and shoved it under Dave's nose. He nodded to the affirmative, so I told Gene we were agreeable to his proposal. Again giving out our e-mail address, he said he'd give us the time, flight number, and airline as soon as he knew it. After I hung up, I wandered into the den to find out whom Dave was talking to. He scribbled on my note that it was Joe, and he was confirming he wanted to join us on Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday weekend. I eagerly nodded yes. Junior would be very pleased with this arrangement, assuming he hadn't already promised that weekend to Kurt. The way they were still going at it, that was possible. We'd heard Junior's bellowing climaxes twice already tonight, with Kurt the ardent receiver of Junior's foot-long dong. As the hour wasn't too late, we called Uncle Clay and Linc, and thanked them again for their wonderful hospitality. When they suggested a visit to see us, we laughed. "We've become a popular winter visiting place, Linc," Dave said. "Our new friends in Las Vegas have already made plans to see us on the next two holiday weekends." "And we met a VERY well-hung Texan on the plane who will be visiting with us again, I'm sure," I added. "I don't even want to know how you know that," Uncle Clay laughed. "Well, I do!" contradicted Linc. "ALL the gory details!" Not being the shy type, I spilled the beans about Junior, including the blowjob on the plane and the deep coupling in the bedroom and den. "Were we ever that hot for dick?" Uncle Clay asked Linc. "We still are, Poon," he answered. "This gives me some ideas for later tonight." "You are disgusting!" Clay answered back. "And I love it!" "So, what's a good weekend?" Linc asked, getting back to the point. "We weren't thinking of anything too soon. Something in late April or May when the flowers bloom so nicely and when it gets so ghastly hot here." "Those are all okay with us," I nodded to Dave to get agreement. "Send us your airline, flight number, and time and day via e- mail and we'll scribble it down." I confirmed that he had my e-mail address already. A prolonged groan of climax rattled down the stairwell. Our upstairs guests were still going at it. Dave and I looked at each other and grinned. I shook my head and wondered how any man could cum as much in one day as Junior does. I wondered, too, how he and Joe's insatiable butthole would get along. Probably as well as he and Kurt are now, I thought. Tomorrow would be a day off for us. We were in no rush to get to bed. We watched a little television (hearing another climax from Junior) and talked more about looking for a new house. Only outlining in a general kind of way what we were looking for and the price range we could handle, we switched the topic to physicals. Dave and I were both due for one and Dave's law firm had just opened up enrollment last Fall for changing plans. We'd discussed getting the same doctor like any good "family" would, so he switched over to the same health care plan I had. Concluding that we'd call tomorrow and arrange appointments with my doctor, we settled in for more television. About ten o'clock, the shower went on upstairs. "About time," I sighed. "I was beginning to think they'd fuck all night long." "I wonder who ran out of gas, Kurt or Junior?" Dave grinned. "If I were gonna bet, I'd say Junior," I said. "Kurt's young and full of sexual energy. Junior doesn't get it as often as Kurt does, so he's not gonna be able to maintain Kurt's level. Besides, Junior's already been fucking with us for half the day." "I'll bet they quit because Kurt needs to get home," Dave surmised. "Wanna bet?" "You get fucked by Junior and I, if you lose," I said. "Uh, let's go for a different bet," Dave suggested. "My ass couldn't take another pounding from that python of Junior's. And I'm not THAT sure of my bet." "Okay," I laughed. "I couldn't either." A few minutes later, a freshly scrubbed duo joined us. Kurt looked fresh as when he arrived. Junior looked like he'd run a marathon. I smiled at Dave and whispered, "Aren't you glad you didn't bet me?" He smiled back at me and gave me a pained nod. Looks could be deceiving, but Junior had met his match. Kurt gave us both hurried kisses, saying he needed to get home. After thanking Junior for a "great time," Kurt departed. "Fuck! Can that kid ever take dick!" Junior muttered as he collapsed on the sofa next to me. "We tried every position there is, plus made up some. The kids insatiable! He told me it's all because of you, Mike." "Well, not all of it," I allowed. Junior wanted to hear all about Kurt and I. I wasn't sure what he knew so I started at the beginning (in the park) and told him all the salacious details. By the time I was through, it was nearly 11. Telling the story had recharged his batteries and he wondered who wanted to get fucked first. When we both groaned, he smiled. "Gotcha!" he smiled in triumph. "I told ya I'd out fuck ya." "That you did, and I bow to the superior dick," I grinned. "However, I'm sure Dave and I still have enough spark left that we can give you another blowjob, a much better one than what you got on the plane." I added. "What a cum pig," Junior laughed. "I'm for it." Without more being said, the three of us undressed, rolled into our king-size bed, and started a three-way, daisy-chain cock suck. Dave and I traded off sucking on Junior's heavy gun, giving Junior a chance to suck on our hard cocks as we alternated. When Junior began to get close, Dave and I changed our three- way strategy to concentrate on him. We kissed with his monster cock between us, our lips parted, nibbling at the sensitive head. Our tongues worked, slurped, and tickled at the nerve bundle on the underside of his thick dickhead. "Ah, FUCK!" Junior groaned. His cum dribbled as my mouth went over the tip, then shot hard into the back of my mouth. "Switch!" Dave directed. I pulled off as Dave pushed his thick lips on to Junior's jerking piston. More cum rocketed out of his spasming horse dick as Dave swallowed. "Switch!" I said. And Dave moved aside as my mouth sucked in several inches of Junior's squirting hose. Dave jacked on Junior's big dick to help Junior's climax hit a new high, and to get more cream into my sucking maw. "Switch!" Dave ordered again. I pulled away, but there was little for Dave to get now. It was mostly dribbles and jerks without much cum production. Considering the number of times Junior had cum today, I was surprised there was any cum at all. After Junior regained his composure, we told him about the confirmed plans for MLK weekend with Joe. He was all smiles. He looked forward to meeting this man's man who was an insatiable bottom. "But right now, I need to sleep," Junior admitted. "A big, rangy guy like me needs room to spread out and sleepin' with you two wouldn't allow that. Not only would I want to be humpin' your butts all night long, but even a king-size bed isn't big enough for three big fellers like us to sleep comfortably." "That's okay with me, too," Dave said. "I could use a good night's sleep in my own bed. As comfortable as we were in Las Vegas, it just isn't the same. What time you want us to get you up?" "The meetings start at nine, so 7:30 should be more than early enough," Junior suggested. "Okay, we'll be up by then, I'm sure," Dave agreed. "G'night," Junior yawned. He shuffled off to bed, closing the guestroom door behind him. If he were truly tired, he'd not be bothering us again for sex on this visit. Dave set the alarm for 7:00 (which would still be an extra hour of sleep for us). He snuggled in closely and told me again how much he loved me. I thanked him, but reminded him that he was still the best thing that ever happened to me, so I was the one getting the better end of this deal. "If my butt weren't so sore from taking that foot-long monster up my ass, I'd make you prove that, Mike," he whispered in my ear, then nibbled it. "Only you know how to make love to me." "Same goes for you, Sweetcheeks," I responded, licking his right nipple into erection. "Wanna fool around anyway?" "A leisurely 69 works for me, ya know," he suggested. Without saying more, I began to lick on his expanding phallus. He turned in the bed and repeated the same to my lengthening dick. My cock disappeared into his mouth as his tongue licked around the sensitive head. He sniffed at my nuts, burying his nose in my gonads. I did the same for him. The ripe, yeasty smell of a man permeated my sinuses. Dave's scent always made me hard. Several blissful minutes passed as we orally pleasured each other slowly. We wanted our lovemaking to last, not rush to a climax. I licked at Dave's large balls, sucking one, then the other into my mouth and humming. I'd heard that a hum job was supposed to be really hot. Dave certainly liked it, repeating the same to me. Although it was an odd sensation, I didn't find it particularly erotic. But, when his tongue strayed to my ass trench, then targeted my pucker, I was instantly hit with waves of eroticism. Geez, could that man eat butt! Knowing that his butt was a little sore, I decided a warm tongue bath on his manhole would be good for him. And it was. He groaned and moaned with pleasure, urging me to eat him out, directing me where to lick to cool the sting of overuse. Dave's hole was hot when I touched it with the tip of my tongue. My lingual stimulations cooled the heat, but raised his sexual thermostat. With those big muscled butt cheeks, his deep hole was like a funnel to my licking tongue. Additional minutes passed. Dave's work on my ass became more urgent, more needful. "My ass really needs your dick, Babe," he whispered. "I need a hot creamy load to put out my fire." "You sure?" I asked. "After Junior's rampage on your butt, that may not be a good idea." "Then, fuck me fast!" I smiled at him in the dark. "Lube's on your side of the bed," I agreed. Retrieving the lube and towels, he added, "And fuck me deep. I know that gets you off in a hurry, more than does long-dickin' my ass." He pulled his knees up to his chest, presenting his deep pucker to my lubed, fat dickhead. "Let me know if this gets uncomfortable for you, Dave," I warned. "I want this to be good. I don't wanna hurt ya." "No worry there," he indicated. "I'll roll you off me, if it does." His manhole opened eagerly as I pressed my big mushroom head against him. I leaned in to kiss him, sliding more inches into his butt. When I ground in the last inch, I released the kiss and looked into his eyes. "You know I'm gonna cum in your ass like a firehose," I cautioned. "Your butt is already milking me." "Yeah, I know," he smirked. "I'm after the lotion, not the motion. Remember?" Again, I pushed hard into him, giving his butt that extra length and thickness it loved. I pulled out about two inches and shoved back in. Dave pulled my face down to his and kissed me passionately. "I want your babies, Mike. Fuck me!" He kissed me again. Pounding into a tight space, I dug out a deep hole to plant my seed. His channel milked me urgently. His meaty hands grasped my asscheeks and pulled me forcefully into his open ass. I worked his nipples into a hard erection. I broke the kiss. "I'm gonna cum! You ready for my hot load?" I warned him. "Fuck me, Man! I'm gonna cum, too." I leaned over him, sucking in the first few inches of his cock. His hands moved from my ass to his dick, but I brushed them away. He went back to my ass and pulled me hard into him. "Fuck me, Mike! I gotta have your cum!" I rammed him hard. "Ah, FUCK!" he roared and shot a sweet wad of cum into my sucking mouth. The combination of his tasty cum and the tight milking of his climax caused me to hit the climax wall hard. My creamy shots of dick gravy squirted deep up his hungry hole. He kept pulling me hard into his ass, groaning with each of his cum shots, but eagerly accepting each new helping of my dick juice into his black ass. "Gawd! Can you FUCK!" Dave exulted as I broke my lip lock on his slowly shrinking cock. "I came from my toes that time," he said in wonder. "I love that feeling. And if you hadn't been suckin' on my dick, I'd have shot without touching it for sure." "Always happy to provide a valuable service to my best customer," I pompously said as I pulled my dick from his ass. He laughed, then handed me a towel while he snared one for himself. "You're still the best fuck on the planet." "I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked concerned. "Not at all," he reassured me. "That cum enema was exactly what I needed to put out the sting of Junior's battering ram." Tossing the towels in the direction of the clothes hamper, Dave settled in, his head on my chest, playing with the hair around my hard pecs. "You sure do love playing with my chest hair," I observed. "What's up with that routine?" "Just something I enjoy doing," Dave replied. "Sorta like grooming the alpha male, I suppose," he added with a laugh. "Sorry, Stud," I contradicted him. "That position's already occupied by you." "Not when you fuck me that good, Mike," he rejoined. "You da MAN!" Looks like our heroes have their dance cards pretty full for the next few weekends. What else could be in store for them? Comments to gymhunk@msn.com.