Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 13:03:22 -0700
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 56.

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			      BLACK AND WHITE


		       Chapter 56--More Celebrating

	"That's a very big step, Kurt," Dave warned.  "Are you sure this is
the right time to do this?"

	"I can't think of a better time," Kurt replied.  "I'm moving in
with him, after all.  That's not gonna go unnoticed."

	"True enough," I interjected.  "But, you gotta soften them up a
little, Kurt.  Just springing this on them is a mighty blow."

	"It isn't like I haven't drop some pretty heavy clues," he
responded.  "I've never had a date with a girl, nor brought one home.  All
the talk from Mom when I was in my mid-teens about me being a late bloomer
got stomped on immediately.  I've mentioned several men in more than
friendly terms.  Of course, I didn't get into the gory detail," he laughed.

	"I should think not," Dave admonished.

	"Well, how did you guys deal with it?" Kurt asked.

	"Each situation is different," Dave rebutted.  "Families are
different.  You can't copy what I did or what Mike or anyone else did.  It
just wouldn't apply."  I nodded my agreement.

	"So, my approach of dragging Gene along is a bad one?" he asked.

	"No, not if you think it's a good one," I suggested.  "Is Gene okay
with this?"

	"Oh, yeah, we've discussed it and he's cool with it, although a
little nervous," Kurt smiled.  "Kinda like meeting the in-laws for the
first time.  You remember how that was?"

	"Yeah, I do," I replied.  "Nerve-wracking."

	"I agree, but I haven't met Mike's parents yet, and that one will
be worse than meeting Kay's parents in many ways," Dave put in.

	"You'll charm their socks off, Dave," I smiled.  "No problem at
all."

	"Just like Gene will," Kurt promised.  "I'm hoping they'll be okay
with this.  It isn't like I don't have other siblings to give them
grandchildren.  Unless, of course, Gene gets me pregnant after the
'raincoats' come off," he chortled.

	"It would be a scientific first, if you did," Dave laughed.  "But,
it sure is nice trying to make those babies."

	"We'll keep trying regardless of what the scientific community
says," Kurt laughed.  "Of course, Gene will want to try to get pregnant,
too!"

	"With that monster cock of yours, I can see why," Dave smiled
evilly.

	"Is there anything we can do to help with dinner preparations?" I
asked, getting us back to the point of the conversation.

	"No," Kurt sighed.  "Just be there to pick up the pieces if I crash
and burn."

	"You'll do fine," Dave assured him.

	"When is Gene's plane arriving, by the way?" I asked.

	"He's supposed to be in this afternoon about four," Kurt related.
"He sold his old junker in Las Vegas and will buy a new car here. But, in
the meanwhile, we'll be using my old car."

	"It isn't that awful, Kurt," I pointed out.  "It isn't more than
six years old, gets good mileage, and is in good shape."

	"Not for someone whose 6'8"!"

	"Oh, yeah, that's a drawback," Dave agreed.

	"And Gene's 6'7" and has shoulders that reach clear across the car.
He crowds me while I'm driving (not that I'm complaining, you
understand!)," he laughed.

	"Didn't some alumni buy you a new car for playing basketball?" I
sneered.  The local university had been under a cloud lately because of
that practice becoming so blatant for the football players that it had
become common knowledge.

	Kurt grimaced.  "Cheap shot," he sighed.

	"Sorry.  I couldn't help myself," I apologized.  I'd had a bee in
my bonnet about treating athletes like gods for years.

	"It's okay," Kurt smiled.  "The University deserves the bad rap
they've gotten over this.  What's unfortunate is that it reflects badly on
the players.  Most of them are too immature to understand that taking gifts
like that is totally unethical.  And the coaches were no help at all.  They
were encouraging the alum to do it, so they could attract the best players.
The academics part of a college education be damned," he bristled.

	"Well, you have an academic and an athletic scholarship," Dave
reminded him.  "How about some of that helping pay the bills or buy you a
newer, bigger car?"

	"We've talked about it, but I'm not sure what to do," he nearly
whined.  "I don't want Gene supporting me."

	"Why not?" I asked.  Kurt bristled noticeably.  "Oops," I
backpedaled.  "I stepped in it again, didn't I?"

	Kurt relaxed.  "Nah," he smiled.  "It was a fair question.  I don't
think I'd like being 'kept'.  I want to pull my own weight."

	"A noble gesture," Dave pointed out, "but probably foolish."  Kurt
looked perplexed.  "Gene loves you, Kurt, and you love him.  The
relationship has only been going for a couple of weeks or so and it feels
like everything is going too fast.  Am I right so far?"  Kurt nodded.  "So,
you need to talk about money.  One of you has it, the other doesn't.  You
have to sort out what's fair, and let it go.  You contribute what you can
and let Gene do the rest.  Maybe, you can come up with some way to pay him
back later, if it would make you feel better and if he'd allow it.  But,
you MUST have this conversation."

	"Did you and Mike have it?" he asked.

	"After a fashion," Dave confessed.  "We both made enough money that
it didn't matter, but we did talk about it.  Although the conversation
didn't go very deep (as it didn't have to), it was necessary and set the
ground rules for our mutual finances.  Of course, all that's moot, now."

	"For instance," I suggested, "we've decided that all the bigger
purchases, we'd discuss.  We didn't set any kind of dollar limit.  It was
whatever we thought was a significant use of money would be talked over.
We don't sweat the small stuff.  That may work for you, or it may not.  The
discussion is more important than what your final decisions are."

	Several of our friends had come over (as we were talking) to meet
Kurt, and drool.  We let them all know that he was taken.  They were
crestfallen, but were gracious about it.  With interruptions, we'd finished
our workout (arms day) and had started on our aerobic training.  Kurt and
Dave joined a class and I did my usual thing on the elliptical walker.
Forty-five minutes later, they joined me for abs and a shower.

	With continuing encouragement, we reminded Kurt that he and Gene
had much to talk about.  They had a wonderful future ahead of them, if they
had the good sense to talk to each other.  We also wished him luck with his
parents and Gene at dinner tomorrow evening.  Adding that he was to tell
Gene immediately of our offer to house him starting today, we left the gym
and drove home.

	But, before we could get there, I reminded Dave that we needed to
stop at the bar equipment and supply wholesaler.  I had a friend who worked
there.  If you bought their glassware by the case, you could get it for as
cheaply as a dollar a stem.  Dave looked into their small showcase and
found several patterns of glassware he liked.  Between us, we decided on
two champagne glasses (one a trumpet flute and the other a more traditional
tulip-shaped flute), two cases of each.  He steered us away from the
champagne saucer, because that shape tended to rob the champagne of its
bubbles and warms it too quickly.

That's also where we found out that champagne should NEVER be placed in the
freezer to chill it, but placed in a bucket of ice and water for 15 to 20
minutes.  Vintage champagnes like we were drinking are best served at 45 to
48 degrees.  That temperature releases the subtle aromas and flavors, and
the bubbles form better.  If it is too chilled, you can't taste more than a
cold liquid with some bubbles in it.

	At home, we washed the new stemware and put it in the china hutch.
John had phoned to tell us he was flying back to Las Vegas, and promised to
call us no later than Sunday with a suggestion from Cynthia where we could
contribute to one of her favorite charities.  Other phone messages yielded
promises to attend our soiree on Saturday evening, but everyone wanted to
know what the celebration was all about (so soon after the housewarming) as
well as what they'd probably bring as a canapé.  As I wrote down who'd
be attending, Dave was trying to calculate how much champagne we were going
to need.  He also figured that we'd need more Grand Marnier (both the
200-year-old version and the new distillation) to sample.

	After extracting a promise from Clay and Linc to bring two bottles
of each with them, he flopped on the couch and started a new list of what
we'd have to do to make the party a success.  I finished with my list of
attendees and walked through the kitchen toward the sunroom, stopping to
pat the Salmanazar of champagne.

	"SHIT!" Dave said with a jerk.  "We gotta get that sucker chilled.
How we gonna do that?  And we'll need more with all the people coming
Saturday," looking over the list of attendees I'd scribbled down.

	"Well, as Jim told us at the bar supply wholesaler, we need a VERY
large tub to keep it chilled, but I think the wine steward at Kroger's will
chill it for us and deliver it before the party.  We need to ask him about
what he'd do for a tub to keep it chilled.  And rather than an additional
Salmanazar of the Domaine Chandon, why not get another vintage from France
like what we served the banker and your parents?"

	Dave checked the champagne guide that we'd picked up at the bar
supply wholesaler.  The Salmanazar was a brut, so that meant it was on the
drier side of the champagne spectrum.  One of the vintage champagnes would
probably be sweeter, so that would be a good contrast.  We'd ask the wine
steward for another suggestion.

	As Dave was talking on his cell phone to the wine steward, making
arrangements for getting the huge bottle back for Kroger's to chill, and
getting some suggestions for a wine bucket big enough to keep it chilled,
the house phone rang.  Gene was calling to confirm our generous offer to
house him until his furniture arrived.  I confirmed it, suggesting that
they could help us plan our party as payment.  He agreed, but also
stipulated that they had to take us out to dinner tonight.  Besides, he'd
said, he and Kurt could use a dress rehearsal for the parent's dinner
tomorrow night.

	After conferring with Dave, I agreed to their dinner invitation.
They would arrive in ten minutes.  Meanwhile, Dave had finished his
conversation with the wine steward.  "Jason said that there are no wine
buckets that size without a special order and lots of money," Dave began.
"And there is no chance to get anything like that delivered before
Saturday.  So, he suggested we go to a hardware store or even there at
Kroger's in their hardware section to see if they had big galvanized
washtubs.  He's going to call us back, when he finds out if they have
them."

	"Not exactly elegant, but it'll do," I smiled.  "I'll bet our
guests will love it, no matter what we put that monster bottle in."

	"They'll surely see the contrast between the two real champagne
buckets we have and that galvanized tub," Dave laughed.  "The differences
will be appalling."

	"I'm more concerned with how we're going to pour that puppy."

	"Oh, yeah," Dave mused.  "How are we gonna do that?"

	"I think we need to hire a bartender."

	"George!" we said at the same time.

	"And he's coming!" I added.  "I'm sure we can talk him into it.
However, I'm not sure he's all that versed in pouring champagne."

	"I hope we don't distract him from his romance with Mike from Las
Vegas," Dave frowned.

	"He works in a gay bar, Dave," I reminded him.  "I think he's faced
with temptation every day."

	"Isn't it kinda tacky to invite him and make him work?" Dave
cautioned.

	"Yeah, but we'll pay him better than the bar would."

	"Better call him and see what he says, then."

	"He's a big guy," I added warming to the idea.  "He'll have no
problem wrestling with that big bottle.  And he's such a hunk that he'll
have lots of guys offering to help."

	"I was just thinking that we oughta take that big bottle outside
and let the cork fly over the fence into Gene and Kurt's new place," Dave
laughed.  "A perfect way to inaugurate their new domicile."

	"Oh, I like it!" I agreed.  The phone rang.  While I answered it,
Gene and Kurt arrived.  Dave presented the "inauguration" idea to them, and
they loved it.  Jason from Kroger's told me that they did have the space in
their cooler and he'd be happy to deliver it and the "fashionable" new tub
just before the party.  The only stipulation was that he'd need help
getting it into the house.  I promised him that there were lots of
muscle-bound hunks who'd be here.  Kurt and Gene had sprung into my mind.

	We showed Gene where his bedroom would be upstairs.  He and Kurt
"initiated" the room before we left for dinner.

	While the muscle studs were upstairs, I called George about playing
bartender for us on Saturday.  He was pleased to help out at such a
mysterious party.  Besides, it would take his mind off missing Mike so much
if we kept him busy.  After telling him about the Salmanazar of champagne
that he'd be wrestling, he was even more intrigued.  "I've never seen one
of those monster bottles, other than empty.  Is it good stuff?"  I assured
him it was very good "stuff".  After telling him of our plan to launch the
champagne cork into the back yard of Gene and Kurt's new home, he was giddy
with participation.  "This is gonna be great fun!" he crowed.  "I should be
paying to come, rather than you paying me."

	"Trust me, George.  Take the money," I insisted.  "You'll earn it
horsing that big bottle around."

	At dinner, Gene told Kurt that he'd been looking at new cars in Las
Vegas and had decided that there weren't any cars that fit him. So, he'd
branched out into SUV's.  He'd found that he didn't feel folded up in the
Toyota Sequoia, the GMC Denali, the Chevy Tahoe, or the Ford Expedition.
The drawback was the horrid mileage they got, but it was worth the comfort.
He wanted Kurt to go with him to help with the decision, too.  Kurt would
like going car buying with Gene.  He couldn't afford a new one, but he
could have almost as much fun helping Gene with the decision.  Kurt noted
that he and Gene had talked about a new car for him, but they decided that
the payments plus the increase in insurance wasn't a good use of his money.
As long as he got to drive Gene's new SUV occasionally, he'd be happy.

	There was little we could do to help them prepare for the dinner
with Kurt's parents set for tomorrow night.  We covered a few reactions we
thought were possible, but not really knowing his parents; we didn't have
much to work with.  I did suggest, however, that bringing me into the
conversation would not be a good idea.  After all, they'd met me when Kurt
was only 14.  They shouldn't be deflected from the point of the dinner by
affixing blame for the poor teenager's "deviance" on me.  One of the
possible reactions was "where did we go wrong or what caused this?"  Kurt
had already decided that a short, but direct speech about nature or nurture
would probably work on that.

	We wished them well again as Gene took Kurt back to the dorms
before coming back to our house.  I'd fully expected Gene to want to join
us in our bedroom, but Kurt had drained his big balls again before allowing
Gene to return.  Therefore, Gene wasn't in need of our sexual
companionship.

However, we did just fine without him.  Both of us delivered deep loads
before falling asleep.  That man can fuck me anytime he wanted to.  He's SO
good at it.

	Gene was out of the house early on Friday in Kurt's borrowed car.
He needed to get started on his schedules for strength training for the
team.  But, by noon, he was back at the house.  Coaches Randy and Chuck had
told him that he needed to help us plan our mystery party.  And they were
anxious to know more about it.  But, Gene hadn't been told anything about
it, either.  He did share with them the launch of the champagne cork plan,
but that was all he knew.

	Kurt joined him at three.  They spent the rest of the afternoon
upstairs.  Their noisy lovemaking inspired Dave and I to do the same.  By
five, we were preparing dinner and they were still at it.  Dave yelled up
the stairwell, reminding them of the time and their dinner engagement at
six.  A few minutes later, the shower upstairs was engaged.  Dressed in
suits, which showed off their bulging muscles and handsome faces, they left
for the restaurant.  We promised to wait up for them.

	Robert and Gary couldn't stand the suspense, so they invited
themselves down to spend the evening with us and, hopefully, get more
information.  We were close-lipped about the reason for the party.
However, before they went home, Dave had ridden Gary hard, and I'd driven
my dick deep into Robert's big football player ass.

	As we were cleaning up the dinner dishes and glasses, Kurt and Gene
arrived.  They were all smiles.

	"So, TELL!" Dave laughed.  "What happened?  It has to be good from
the looks on your faces," he observed, finishing the last of the kitchen
cleanup as I escorted them into the sunroom.

	"Something to drink?" I offered.

	"No, I think we've had enough," Kurt allowed.  Gene also declined.

	"Well?" I pressed.

	"Kurt has terrific parents," Gene began.  "They couldn't have been
more supportive.  They'd suspected Kurt's love for men for the last couple
of years.  Dragging me along confirmed their beliefs as soon as they saw us
together.  I guess we're a couple of obvious fags," he laughed.

	"I was amazed," Kurt added.  "They're so supportive.  They already
belong to PFLAG!" he added with pride and misty eyes.

	"You should have seen Kurt," Gene smiled.  "It was almost
embarrassing.  This big hunk was weeping like a baby.  He was so happy."

	"I can't help it," Kurt grinned.  "I'm a guy who wears his emotions
on his sleeve."

	"Yeah, you are pretty easy to read," Gene agreed.  "They gave me
the third degree in a kind way, but wanted to be sure I'd be providing well
for Kurt as well as loving him as much as they do.  That's gonna be SO
easy!"

	"You should have seen Dad's face when Gene told him of his six
digit salary," Kurt laughed.  "Dad turned to me and said, 'You did good,
Kid'."

	"They were especially happy when I told them that we'd just bought
a house together," Gene revealed.  "We'll have to have them over for sure
now that I have the keys to the place.  I know they're excited to see it,
even if it has no furniture in it and it hasn't been remodeled, yet."

	"Which reminds me, when will your furniture arrive?" I asked.

	"Trying to get rid of me already?" Gene laughed.  I blushed.  I
could have asked that more delicately.  "Supposed to arrive on Wednesday,
but they'll call with an exact time when they have it.  Remember, I lived
in an apartment, so there's little furniture to move."

	"And I have hardly anything besides my clothes," Kurt added.  "I
know Mom and Dad will want to give me my bed and bedroom furniture."

	"The house is still gonna be pretty empty," Gene sighed.  "However,
we have each other.  That's good enough for me."

	"Well, we aren't throwing you out, Gene," I backpedaled.  "Besides,
you'll need a place to stay while you're in the middle of a remodel.  You
don't even wanna live there, then."

	"We can live around it for a while," Gene allowed.  "But, there
will be days or even weeks when we'll want a clean place to eat and sleep.
Remodels tend to be nasty, dirty things.  We thank you for your
hospitality, but we'll postpone taking you up on it until we have to."

	"How close are you to finals, Kurt?" Dave asked, changing the
subject, again.

	"Next week, they start," Kurt sighed.  "But, I think I'm pretty
ready for them.  This weekend will be busy with studying, though.  So, I
hope you don't mind babysitting Gene while I'm back at the dorm.  I know I
can't study with him around.  All I ever wanna do is fuck when he's
nearby," he leered at Gene.

	"You make that sound like a bad thing, Kurt," Gene laughed.  "I
have Mike and Dave to play with while you're gone!"

	"Just save some for me," Kurt insisted.  "I won't be studying all
the time, and I have to sleep sometime.  I can't think of a better place
for that than in your arms."

	"Ain't he a romantic?" Gene giggled.  Kurt kissed him.

	"Yeah, I got one of those, too," Dave smiled, giving me one of his
warm lips kisses.  After one of those, he could convince me of anything.

	"Right after finals, we'll go car shopping," Gene smiled at Kurt.
"I know what kind of a car nut you are.  But, I don't want to put the
pressure on you to go with me during finals."

	"Finals will be over by the end of next week," Kurt said.  "I think
my last one is Thursday morning, but I need to check that."

	"Then, we'll spend Thursday afternoon moving your worldly
belongings to our new home," Gene smiled.  "And Friday will be car shopping
day."

	"I want to invite Mom and Dad to dinner as soon as possible.  How
about a week from tomorrow night, right after I've moved in?" Kurt
proposed.

	"That may be rushing it," Gene cautioned.  "We don't know for sure
when my stuff will arrive, and we can't very well prepare dinner without a
well-stocked kitchen, including utensils, plates, bowls, silverware, and
FOOD."

	"You could cook it here," Dave offered.  "And if you don't have
kitchenware, we can supply that as well.  However, you need to have a
housewarming and wedding shower in your new house.  Maybe it would be
better to put it off a week or so."

	"We're just talking dinner, not entertaining royalty," Kurt
laughed.  "They know what it's like to just move in.  Mom will probably
want to bring something, anyway."

	"How about your siblings?  Should they be invited?" Gene asked.

	"I'll ask Dad if he thinks they're ready for a gay, older brother,"
he replied.  "We aren't going to hide our relationship from anyone."

	"Let's just see what the next week brings," Gene suggested.  "If
the furniture arrives in time and I can get the kitchen squared away, we'll
do it a week from tomorrow."

	"We'd love to throw a housewarming for you," I said, bringing the
conversation back to that topic.  "You up for it?"

	"I've been thinking of that, too," Dave said.  "But, I wonder if it
wouldn't be more fun to do that when you have the drawings for the remodel
done, so folks could see what the remodeled house will look like, compared
to the original.  What do you guys think?"

	Kurt shrugged, but Gene loved the idea.  "It puts it off into the
future, so I don't have to think about it now," he smiled.  Kurt saw the
wisdom in that and agreed.

	Kurt had classes tomorrow morning, so he left after a heavy kissing
scene at the front door.  That made them both so aroused that they went
upstairs for a quickie.  In another ten minutes, Kurt was gone and the
house was quiet.  Gene rumbled back down the stairway, having washed his
face and brushed his hair.  He still had cum breath, though.  We smiled at
that.

	"That man-child sure is a hunk.  He's so built, so hung, and has a
cool head on his shoulders.  But, he has NO off switch, not that I'm
complaining," Gene laughed collapsing onto the sofa in the sunroom.  "So
complex and so simple, all at the same time."

	"He was even mature when he was 14," I recalled fondly.  "You've
got quite a man there."

	"Yeah," Gene agreed.  "I only hope I can keep him happy for the
rest of his life.  He has so much he hasn't experienced yet (like other
men).  I don't know what I'm gonna do about that!"

	"I think you'd better have that discussion as well as money," Dave
admonished.  "That's a relationship killer if you don't set some ground
rules that both parties can live with.  Talk it over, but don't set any
boundaries until you are both willing to live with them.  Be open-minded.
He's had less experience than you have, I think.  Keep that in mind."

	"I know for sure he wants to do barebacking," Gene laughed.  "He's
made that more than clear on many occasions.  But, only with us," he added.
Dave and I glanced at each other, but left a deeper truth about Dave, Kurt,
and I unsaid.  That was up to Kurt to divulge, not us.

	"How do you feel about sharing him with other men?" Dave asked,
getting right to the point.

	"I'm wondering about that myself," he sighed.  "I know I don't have
any issues sharing him with you two.  But, I wonder about other men.  Like
at the gym or with other football players.  I know there are a bunch of gay
men there.  And the coaches are another issue."

	"You fuck with them, yet?" I asked.

	He smiled wickedly and nodded.  "Yeah, The Amazing Randy got me
well prepared for Kurt's foot-long hotdog.  Now, there's a couple who
really have their shit together."  We nodded.  "I know I have a past and
Kurt has one as well.  That's why we aren't fucking bareback for another 6
months.  I know Kurt used to fuck with you guys and at least one of the
football players, if not more.  That probably means he's fucked with the
coaches, too."

	"And what do you think of that?" Dave pressed.

	"Well, I can't throw any rocks, that's for sure.  I've done them,
too," he grinned.

	"You're taking the right approach," Dave agreed.  "Remember that
you both have a past and he has less experience.  He'll want to catch up.
I sure did!"

	"Well, I'm a worker bee and must go to work tomorrow," Gene yawned.
"Evidently, you don't," he added quizzing us.  We smiled knowingly, but
didn't utter a word.  "Not gonna spill the beans until Saturday night, are
ya?"  We shook our heads.  "Not even for your houseguest?"  Again, he got
the same answer.  "How about a big piece of this?" he asked, pulling down
his pants and waving his muscled, hard ass at us.

	:"I can always use a big piece of that," Dave grinned.  I nodded
lasciviously.

	"But, I won't get any more information, will I?"

	"Not a syllable," I assured him.

	He sighed.  "I haven't had a big dick in my ass since this
afternoon.  And I need it, BADLY!  He got my nuts boiling, again, so I need
to get fucked.  A blowjob is good, but getting fucked is the only thing
that satisfies."

	"We can help," Dave grinned.

	"I'm counting on it," Gene smirked.  In the master bedroom, Gene
got on his hands and knees.  "I need my butthole chewed, too," he said in a
lusty voice.

	"As I recall," Dave put in, "you eat ass really well."  Gene looked
over his broad shoulder and nodded.  "Mike's the best ass eater I've ever
seen.  So, you're going on your back and I'm sitting on your face while
Mike chews on that tight hole of yours.  And after he fucks you nearly to
death, it'll be my turn.  You know how much you like my fat, black cock
deep in your butt!"  Gene wagged his tongue scandalously.  "I knew you'd
like the idea."

	I liked it, too.  Pushing Gene's strong legs into his chest for
Dave to hold, I licked around his smooth, muscular ass cheeks for several
minutes.  Dave offered his round, narrow ass to Gene's tongue.  Both eaters
moaned at the fine-dining experience.  Dave had leaned over and was giving
Gene the blowjob they both wanted.  The farther Dave bent over, the farther
up Dave's ass Gene's tongue slithered.

	My dick was bouncing so hard that I knew I'd have to mount Gene
soon or squirt my load on the sheets as I ate Gene's tasty asshole.  I
stood, pushed Gene's big legs deeper under Dave's arms, rolled on a condom,
and speared Gene's open hole.  Between his experience on Kurt's big dick
and my long tongue, Gene was open for business!  And my "business" slid
deeply in one stroke.

	Gene's butt channel clamped down hard on my thrusting dick.  He
moaned with each swipe of his tongue on Dave's pucker, and milked my dick
nearly as well as Robocop.  His shouts of joy indicated I was doing the
right thing.  But, so was he.  From the time I hit maximum depth, I was
cumming in less than a minute.

	"FUCK!" I roared, and sprayed the inside of the condom with volley
after volley of hot sperm ropes.  Gene's muffled sobs of pleasure showed
how much he was enjoying the tandem sexual assault.  But, Dave's swallowing
motions and the rapid milking of my dick was firing off other hints.  Gene
was cumming, too!

	I pulled out, because Gene's butt was doing too good a job of
stroking me.  Dave yelled, "SWITCH!" and I complied quickly.  He slid his
condomed, monster dick far up Gene's ass.  My dick slipped into Gene's
mouth as his still dripping cock slipped into mine.

	"Fuck, YEAH," Gene moaned as he felt Dave's horsecock stretch his
asshole and stroke his prostate.  My still draining dick in his throat
muffled any other words he'd wanted to say.  Dave hit overdrive and Gene's
dick renewed a steady stream of warm cum.  My dick was still too sensitive,
so I pulled out and sat on his face like Dave had.  That seemed to be the
catalyst for Dave.  He hammered and fucked hard and fast into Gene.  Gene's
big hands held on to Dave's round ass cheeks, pulling Dave hard into Gene's
muscled buttcheeks.  In less than 30 seconds, Dave's climax crashed over
him and he fired his load deep up Gene's welcoming butt.

	"SHIT!" Dave repeated and repeated.  I kissed him passionately,
giving him more reason to fuck Gene hard.  The harder he was fucked, the
deeper Gene's tongue reached into my butthole.  I was fearful of
suffocating him, but Gene didn't seem to have a problem.  "Fuckin' HOT ass,
Gene," Dave breathed as he finally pulled out.  "Kurt's a REAL lucky guy!"

	"Tell HIM that," Gene laughed, lowering his legs and rolling me
over to one side.  "He seems to think I should fuck him most of the time."

	"You'll sort all of that out eventually," I smiled.  "We did."

	"Yeah, that's pretty amazing how a couple of hot tops like you guys
are have no problems being bottoms," Gene mused, using one of the towels
Dave had tossed him to clean up.

	"We know how to please each other.  Some days, I feel like I need a
big cock and hot load of cream in my ass," I smiled.  "Dave's always there
to flood my butt for me."

	"And so is Mike when I need it.  And I DO need it!" Dave laughed.

	"Gotta get some sleep," Gene said rolling off the bed.  He
stretched and flexed, showing off his muscles.

	"Do that again," Dave requested. "I've never seen you pose."  He
hit an all muscle pose.  "DAYUM!  It sure looks like a winning body to me.
Kurt's such a lucky guy!"

	"You have to forgive Dave," I smiled.  "He has this thing for
muscles that he can't get over."

	"So do I," Gene blushed.  "That's why Kurt is so perfect for me:
big muscles, big man, BIG dick.  What more could I possibly want!"  He
posed again, showing off his muscled back.  Then, he bent over, pulled his
hard buttcheeks apart, and blew us a kiss between his legs.  We laughed as
he left the master bedroom.

	Before morning light, Gene had sneaked into bed with us again.  He
begged for Dave's big cock up his ass for a long ride, doggie style.  I
wasn't about to be odd man out, so I slipped beneath Gene in the same
position and backed on to his 10" throbber.  Dave was doing all the fucking
with Gene's hard dick translating the thrusts into me.  Each time Dave shot
forward, Gene's dick would jerk in my ass and slide in deeply again.  When
Dave pulled out, Gene withdrew several inches only to rocket forward again
when Dave did.  The thick monster up my ass was hitting my prostate with
each thrust and withdrawal.  I tried to think of anything else to avoid the
approaching climax.  Of course, it didn't work.

	I groaned out an impending climax, warning them of my precarious
situation.  That propelled Dave to fuck Gene harder and faster.  Gene's
thick shaft and head hammered at my prostate beyond the point of bearing.
It was all over.

	My dick jerked and sprayed the sheets.  My ass opened up for Gene's
hard, thick 10" horsedick and milked the entire shaft and fat dickhead.  I
reached around me, grabbing Gene's muscled ass and pulled him hard into me,
not allowing him to move.  But, Gene was starting to cum, so he wanted to
be as deep as he could to breed my hungry channel.  Dave bellowed a warning
of his immediate climax, then, slammed hard into Gene, impaling him deeply
on 11" of black horn.  I could feel Gene's dick jerk each time he felt Dave
shoot into his thirsty asshole.  My ejaculate sprayed over the sheets below
and in front of me, wetting a wide arch of fabric.  Even my chest hairs had
cum dripping from them.

	At the height of my climax, the weight of two muscled hunks was too
much too support when my muscle control had already been nearly ripped away
by the shattering climax.  I sprawled into the cream that was jetting into
the sheets, feeling the wet, and cooling sperm juice along my entire torso.
Gene and Dave tumbled on top of me, their hips still fucking fast and
furiously.  I raised my hips slightly to rub my squirting dick into the wet
sheets, gaining maximum stimulation, but also getting another half inch of
thick cock deep into my eager hole.

	Three muscle studs were squirming and shouting out heavy climaxes.
Butts were being crammed with dick, and condoms and sheets filled with dick
gravy.  As heavy as they were, I didn't mind.  I felt a deep male bonding
that only a big dick in the ass can bring.

	Dave slowly extracted himself from Gene's ass.  He leaned in and
kissed both hammered cheeks.  I immediately felt relief from the crushing
weight.  I wanted Gene to stay atop me, soaking his big 10" rod up my butt,
but knew it would defeat the purpose of the condom.  Reluctantly, I let
Gene pull out.  He kissed my well-fucked ass, too.

	"I'd love to be the meat in your fuck sandwich any time you wanna
play," Gene sighed.  "Best fuck session I've had since we were in Las Vegas
together."

	"How soon he forgets about Kurt!" I laughed.

	"He can only deliver at one end or the other," Gene elaborated.
"He can't do both at the same time."

	"He hasn't fucked you and sucked you off at the same time, yet?"
Dave asked.

	"Oh, yeah, several times," Gene said.  "But, that's not the same as
getting fucked and fucking at the same time.  Blowjobs are great when
you're fucking, but nothing beats a good, tight ass when you're being
fucked."

	"I certainly won't argue that point!" I allowed.

	"Nor will I," Dave laughed.  "Nothing beats tight bootie!"

	After breakfast, we shopped at Costco, confirming that Ron and Ross
would be at the party.  Gene got a lot of stares and smiles.  Most of the
men were envious, several of them wanted to bed him from the looks they
gave him.  His walking shorts were pulled tightly over his hard asscheeks,
which only emphasized his big snake down the right pants leg.  His monster
thighs pressed his dick hard against the fabric.  I think he purposefully
made sure it was half hard during the entire shopping excursion.

	While we unloaded the car, our neighbor, Dale, talked to us, taking
a break from cleaning out his flowerbeds.  His sidelong glances at Gene
weren't well hidden.  I think Dale has the hots for muscle men.  After
introducing Gene, we let him know that Gene was the new strength coach for
the football team.  "It shows," he drooled.  We promised to take him to the
gym with us soon.  Dale asked if Gene would be there.  Gene said that he
normally did his workouts with the team, but he would be keeping his
membership at the local health club, because it was so close to his home.
When Gene revealed that he was soon moving in behind us, Dale was all
smiles.  Left unsaid was that Gene already had a boyfriend and didn't need
a married one, too.

	After putting away the groceries, we went to Kroger's, taking the
Salmanazar with us to chill.  Jason, the wine steward, directed us to a
cooler in the back of the store.  He showed us a series of galvanized
washtubs he thought we might use.  With his help, we selected one that
would be deep enough, but not too wide for the large bottle.  He took it
back to the cooler.  Jason said that he'd bring along some ice to keep it
chilled while he transported it.  "I see that you brought along your beast
of burden to help me bring this into the house," he said noting Gene.

	"There are several of them attending tonight," Dave assured him.
"You won't lack for help."

	"Any of them single?" he smiled candidly.

	"Several are, yes," I answered.  "You in the market?"

	"Oh, yeah!" he grinned.  "But, I never seem to have the time to
pursue one.  And the bars are the last place I want to go.  The smoke and
attitude are more than I can deal with.  So, I depend on the kindness of
strangers and contacts here," he sighed.

	"Why not stick around for a while after you deliver this and we'll
introduce you to some of the more eligible ones?" Dave suggested.

	"This one will do," he smiled, looking at Gene.

	"Taken," Gene smiled back.

	"Damn!" Jason sighed.  "Just like these two hunks.  Damn!"

	"Have faith," Gene consoled him.  "There are lots of hot, SINGLE
men attending this soiree of Dave and Mike's."

	"You've talked me into it," Jason laughed. "What time am I supposed
to be there?  I'm off at six today."

	"The party starts at seven.  You can bring it anytime before then
or right at seven," I suggested.

	"But, we also need more champagne for this crowd," Dave chimed in.
"At least another case."

	Jason smiled.  "I always knew I liked you guys.  What do you have
in mind?"

	"I'm not sure we have anything in mind," Dave answered.  "This
Domaine Chandon is a brut, so I thought we should have some sweeter ones to
go with it."

	"Good choice," Jason agreed.  "Let me suggest several bottles of
several different kinds.  And I'll keep them all in the modest price range,
too.  No point in spending all your money like you did a couple of days
ago."

	Never ones to pass up a bargain, we agreed.  "Let's see what we can
do about a mix of French and domestic champagnes," Jason mused.  "How about
a Joseph Henriot NV Blanc de Blancs at $34.99, and an NV Rose from the same
place for $39.99?  That's a pink champagne and nicely sweeter without being
too sweet." We nodded.  "Or you could go with a domestic Schramsberg Blanc
de Blancs for $27.99.  For my money, this is better than the French Blanc
de Blancs.  And that would balance well with this Pacific Echo Blanc de
Blancs '95 for $19.99, also better than the French," he smiled, pulling one
off the shelf to let us read the label.

He turned back to the shelves, pondering his next choice.  "Oh, yes, a Moet
and Chandon Nectar Imperial, a very nice domestic.  Made from the Pinot
Noir grapes instead of Chardonnay, and a steal at $29.99.  This Chandon
1995 Vintage is another Pinot Noir champagne.  You'll like this one.  The
aromas of hazelnuts, black cherries, and cocoa are present, almost like a
creamy chocolate mousse.  Same price as the Nectar Imperial.  Here's
another domestic," he added, handing us another bottle.  "Chandon Etoile
Rose with aroma of roses, tastes of honey and apple for $34.99.  Another
French champagne is Mumm NV Extra Dry Carte Classique, nicely sweet, mostly
Pinot grapes for $23.99.  And you can't escape the store without this
Schramsberg Cremant '97 for only $28.99.  It'll be a nice, sweet champagne
to go with the Mumm's.  Those are the ones I'd recommend."

	"Let's skip the French Blanc de Blancs that we looked at," I
suggested.  "That brings it down to seven.  We were looking for a case of
champagne to go with the Salmanazar."

	"But, I'd rather be overstocked than under," Dave cut in.  "I think
we should take two of each, excluding the French Blanc de Blancs."  I
nodded my agreement.

	"Sold!" Jason laughed.  "You have enough ice and wine buckets to
keep them chilled?"

	"We have a wine fridge that'll keep them cool enough before we put
them into our two champagne buckets," Dave stated.  "But, we could use more
ice."

	Jason walked over to the freezer containing bags of ice.  "Take
these three bags with you, compliments of the wine steward at Kroger's.
You may not need that many, but you'd rather be safe than sorry for
champagnes this nice."

	"So, what's the damage?" I asked.

	Jason grabbed all the bottles we'd decided on, putting them into a
case with dividers as he calculated the total.  "That's $391.86, less 10%
discount for quantity, for a total of $352.67."  He wrote the total on a
wine sale invoice and handed it to me.

	"Damn!" Gene whistled.  "You guys made of money?  Kurt told me that
you didn't have money worries anymore.  Is that why we're celebrating
tonight?"

	We smiled, but didn't confirm Kurt's deduction from Dave's slip up
on Thursday when he said that our money discussions were "moot."

	"The best I've ever had is Korbel," Gene added.  "This is way out
of my price range."

	"Not with the income you're pulling in now, Gene," Dave corrected.
"You can afford to do nearly anything you want."

	Gene smiled.  "I keep forgetting that I'm not working at Bellagio,
anymore."

	"You a dealer there?" Jason asked.

	"No, security at the fine arts gallery."

	"Oh," Jason acknowledged.  "So, what are you doing now?"

	"Strength coach for the football team," he revealed.

	"Ah," Jason sighed.  "It sure looks like it.  What a stud!" he
whimpered.

	"Down, Lassie, DOWN!" Dave laughed.

	"Pretty pathetic, aren't I?" Jason laughed along.

	"No, just honest," Dave replied.

	We paid for our purchases with the same checker as earlier in the
week.  She smiled broadly at us.  "You boys really know how to party!
Another celebration?"  Dave told her that this one was for other friends
who couldn't make the first party.  They were special friends whom we
wanted to be very good to.

	When we left the store, I wondered if we weren't guilty of
conspicuous consumption.  "This is a special occasion to celebrate your
good fortune.  Stop trying to be so damned PC!" Gene blustered.  "You can
be more frugal later."

	"He's right, of course, Mike," Dave smiled.  "We need to celebrate
and do it right.  Besides, we may decide this good bubbly isn't worth the
extra price and go back to that rotgut we love so much."

	"Okay, I've been chastised," I laughed.  "I was just talking out
loud, anyway.  But, we may work up to Korbel instead of Cook's!"

	"That's more like it," Gene sighed.  "Enjoy your good fortune.
Don't treat it like you didn't earn it.  Unless, of course, you didn't earn
it and you robbed a bank!" he laughed.

	"No, we didn't rob a bank, Gene," Dave smiled.  "But, you'll just
have to wait to see why we're celebrating."

	Gene spent the balance of the afternoon conferring with the college
professor who had agreed to have his class draw up remodeling plans for
Gene and Kurt's new home.  Receiving the keys yesterday, he showed the
professor through the house.  The teacher had already secured a copy of the
plans from the building codes bureau of the city (with Gene's permission).
He assured Gene that $75,000 would be more than adequate to whip the house
into shape.  After Gene told him his general ideas (and a timeline of not
greater than four weeks for preliminary drawings), he returned.

	Joe ambled down the street with Ray (from Robert and Gary's) to
work with us on what landscaping changes should be made.  Dave had tagged
several shrubs that needed to come out, but Joe decided to keep one of
them, trimming it back severely.  The rest of the plans were finalized, a
minimum of maintenance would be required.  Joe took time to walk through
Gene's yard, commenting on what should be changed or cut back.  For most of
the yard, though, only pruning and trimming were needed.  With some
direction from Joe, they could do it themselves.  As he was leaving, I
reminded Dave that we'd talked about getting a gate put in between the two
properties.  After we got agreement from Kurt and Gene, we'd have Joe add
that to his cost of the new landscaping.

	Before six o'clock, Kurt had done enough studying and needed a
break.  Our party was the perfect excuse to escape from the dorms.  He and
Gene fucked upstairs for the next 20 minutes.  They showered and dressed,
joining us in the last minute preparations.  At 6:40, Jason rang the
doorbell.  He was looking for the promised help to get the Salmanazar and
tub into the house.  Kurt and Gene provided the muscle effortlessly.  They
placed it on the center of the dining room table.  The real champagne
buckets flanked either side.  Jason added more ice to the "special" bucket,
drooling over the tall, muscular, hot duo as they assisted.

	"When are you going to open this?" he asked.

	"After everyone gets here, or 7:15, whichever occurs first," Dave
said.  "We still want to see that cork fly before it gets too dark."

	The phone rang.  John Wells had a solution to our need to give
something to charity.  At Cynthia's urging, he was calling to tell us to
donate whatever we thought was right to our local chapter of the Susan
G. Komen Foundation (the fight against breast cancer), and to donate a
matching amount to PFLAG or any other local gay organization we thought was
worthy.  We assured him that the donations would be made Monday.

	"And thank Cynthia for such great suggestions," I affirmed.

	"Absolutely!" Dave agreed.  "These are terrific ideas.  I like the
touch of making them locally.  Thanks, again, John.  We wouldn't have been
able to make these donations without your good work."

	"Be generous, but remember how hard fought this was and how
deserving you are," John reminded us.

	"Have you been thinking of an amount, Dave?" I asked after hanging
up.

	"I think we need to be generous," he pondered.  "We have more money
than I thought I'd ever see.  Something on the order of a million apiece?"

	I grinned broadly.  "You almost read my mind.  The Mormons (among
many other religions) think you should tithe 10% of your income.  I was
thinking of $2,500,000 split right down the middle."

	"You old fraud!" Dave laughed.  "All this time you are so
anti-religion, and here you are dragging this old chestnut out."

	"It's hard to break old habits, especially the good ones," I
responded.  "Am I being too generous with your money?"

	"Not at all," Dave smiled, kissing me tenderly.  "I think the
figure's a good one.  We can certainly afford it.  Shall we announce it
tonight?"

	"I don't think so," I stalled.  "How would be define the amount
without giving away the fact we have a buttload of money?  This is setting
us up to be 'loan central'.  Besides, I think these should be given
anonymously."

	"You've given this some thought, haven't you?" Dave smiled,
nuzzling my neck.  "You're right.  I don't wanna be harangued by all the
other charities in town.  I'm willing to donate more at a later date to
other causes, but this donation need not get out to the world."

	"We'll just stick to our story that we had a successful lawsuit
(the nature of which we can't discuss), which has left us unemployed, but
comfortable," I reminded him.

	"Better leave that unemployed part out," he warned.  "That makes it
sound employment related and we can't say that."

	"Oh, right!  How about if we say that it has left us where we don't
have to work anymore, unless we choose to as volunteers?"

	"Better," he agreed.  "Still, let's be careful that we don't let
this one get away from us.  I know it's killing me not to be able to crow
about this lawsuit."

	"'Fight the feelin', Honey,' to paraphrase Miss Geraldine," I
laughed.

	Everyone was anxious to hear our news and the reason for another
party so soon.  Uncle Clay and Linc arrived first.  That seemed to have
triggered a tidal wave of guests as the rest of our invitees arrived within
the next five minutes.  By seven o'clock, all guests were assembled in the
dining room and living room.  Most remarked on the enormous champagne
bottle.

	Dave took the floor getting everyone's attention with his booming
voice.  "Thank you all for coming.  This is a special occasion, as we
mysteriously told you."  There was a ripple of laughter.  "We wanted our
best friends to help us celebrate our good fortune.  Mike and I have come
into a good deal of money, which will allow us to discontinue working.  If
we invest wisely, we'll have enough to have a happy retirement, too.  Due
to the terms of the lawsuit (which we won), we can't discuss it.  We can't
tell you how much, whom it was against, or even the nature of the suit.
However, we can tell you that this enormous bottle of champagne is called a
Salmanazar.  It holds the equivalent of one case of champagne."  The guests
murmured about what he'd said so far, but were now more interested in the
huge bottle.  "We expect you to help us drink it ALL!"  After a rousing
cheer, Dave added, "We're going to need some strong backs to take it
outside, into the backyard.  We want to launch the cork into our new
neighbor's backyard, Kurt and Gene!"  Dave pointed them out.  Being as tall
as they were, they were very easy to spot.  "We hope you'll add your
congratulations to ours for their new relationship AND new home."

	"Hear, hear!" several men shouted.

	"We'll bring the bottle back into the house, but in case it decides
to fountain, I want about ten of you to bring glasses to catch any that
tries to get away," Dave continued.

	"Just have Steve put his mouth over it," Brad said loudly enough
for all to hear.  "He's the best cocksucker around!"

	When the laughter died down, the coaches, Kurt, Gene, and Trevor
hoisted the big washtub and carried it out the wide back door.  With all
the guests gathered in the backyard, George aimed the neck of the bottle
over the back fence.  He peeled off the foil, and unwound the metal cage,
then, slowly eased the cork out of the neck with two thumbs, gently rocking
the stopper loose.  It rocketed out with a loud pop, making all the gay men
squeal with surprise and delight.  The cork cleared the fence, landing with
a wooden sound against the patio door of the house behind us.  George
hurriedly put a glass beneath the opening to catch any champagne jets, but
only a little foam showed at the end of the neck.

	"Good!" Dave said.  "More for us to drink!  Congrats to Kurt and
Gene!"

	"Hear, hear!" more men said this time.

	The same five men lifted the makeshift champagne bucket and carried
it back to the dining room table.  George lifted the Salmanazar out of the
tub (with assistance from Bill "Robocop" Dundee and a large towel), and
began pouring.  The tawny liquid bubbled joyously in each glass.

	Uncle Clay shouted to be heard, "To Mike and Dave.  May they ever
be happy together!"  The guests saluted us with raised glasses and choruses
of "Hear, hear!"

	There was a universal nodding of heads that this was very good
champagne.  "Our wine steward gets all the credit," I said, pointing out
Jason.  "And he's single!"  They laughed.  But, I did note more than casual
interest from Trevor, the trainer, Donnie, Dave's brother, and Steve's
sons, Jim and Jeff.

	"The next round of champagne is mostly domestic, but still very
good," Dave previewed.  "We'll start opening them as soon as you're ready.
In the meanwhile, enjoy some of the delicious food you've brought.  It's
all in the sunroom."

	More champagne poured.  More toasts were proposed.  More questions
were asked, but we remained tight lipped.  Clay and Linc didn't give us
away, either.

	As the party was winding down, Dave suggested the Grand Marnier
taste test.  Everyone was for it, immediately.  Those who hadn't sampled at
the housewarming were told about the amazing difference that they had to
taste.  Universally, they drew the same conclusions as last time.  The
200-year-old Grand Marnier was superior to the traditional by a wide
margin.

	By 11 p.m., men were yawning.  With all the good champagne and
Grand Marnier in them, they should have been plastered.  However, these
were big men and they'd had a great deal to eat, too.  Only a couple of
them couldn't drive, but their boyfriends would drive, so that was no
problem, either.

	Joe and Ray walked back up the street with Gary and Robert.  The
other neighbors also walked casually home.  Kurt and Gene went upstairs as
we said goodnight to Uncle Clay and Linc.  Donnie left with Trevor, Jason
took Jim home (having already fucked his brother, Jeff, as well as my
cousin Larry in the upstairs bathroom), and the coaches spent another night
with our neighbors, Nick and Mark.  Keith and Karl went home with Robocop
and Bob.

	"Thanks for coming and not blowing our cover," I said to Uncle Clay
and Linc.

	"And for bringing the Grand Marnier.  You're a lifesaver," Dave
added.

	"Our pleasure," Clay replied.  "I'm so pleased that this worked out
for you as well as it did."

	"Did Cynthia call you with suggestions on charity donations?" Linc
asked.

	"Yeah!  She told us two local ones we should lay some money on," I
revealed.

	"Good," Linc said.  "I know this means a lot to Cynthia.  And even
though John won't admit it, it means a lot to him, too."

	The last guests to leave were Dave's cousin Roger and Jim.  "You're
a lucky man, Dave.  You got Mike and money.  You don't need anything more,"
Jim grinned drunkenly.

	"As you can see," Roger said, "this little number is feelin' good,
so I'll be driving home.  Thanks for inviting us.  We had a great time.
And congratulations!"

	"Thanks," Dave said.  "Drive safely."

	Dave shut the door behind them and leaned against the door.  "I'm
exhausted.  Let's leave all this for tomorrow morning."

	"No need to," came a voice from behind me.  "A good bartender
always cleans up afterwards.  Food's in the fridge. But, I don't have a
clue what to do with this enormous bottle.  It seems a shame to recycle
it."

	"Jason said that he'd use it as part of his champagne display at
the store," Dave grinned.  "All taken care of."

	"Okay, then, I'm outta here," George said.  We already slipped an
envelope (with his wages and a big tip) into his pocket for working as our
bartender tonight.

	"Thanks, George," I smiled, kissing him chastely.  "We very much
appreciate you working tonight when you could have been playing."

	"It was fun!" he chortled.  "Besides, being able to open that huge
bottle was worth it.  I'll never get another chance like that."

	"Thanks, George," Dave agreed.  "I wish you much success with Mike
in Las Vegas."  He thanked us, again, and left.

	With one last tour through the house, we locked up and went to bed.



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