Date: Sat, 3 Nov 2001 20:31:18 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black & White, Chapter 61

			 All Pertinent Disclaimers

			      BLACK AND WHITE

			  Chapter 61--Paternity

	We knew that Mother's Day was coming, so I'd suggested that Dave
invite his parents and brothers over for dinner today.  Opal was supposed
to be feted, not forced to cook for her family on Mother's Day, I insisted.
(The best I could do for my own mother (due to distance) was to call her.)
But, for Opal's day, we knocked ourselves out with the menu and
preparations.  The table looked pretty elegant, if I do say so myself.  We
relied on Doug's wife to help us with the gravy, though (made from the pot
roast drippings).  That was beyond our skills.  She was within a month of
delivery, so we asked her to show us how to make it while she sat on a high
stool and supervised.

	Dave called Duane, so Opal would have a chance to talk to him and
arrange with Carol when Opal should be traveling to Sacramento to help out.
The babies made little fussy noises for their grandma.  She loved it.
Duane and Carol finally decided that Opal would fly down to see them and
help out next week.  Duane wasn't a whole lot of help so far, but he was
getting a crash course in being a helpful daddy.  I called Brad to see what
he could do to get some cheap rates, leaving the return date open.  It was
still $150, but we gladly agreed to pay for it as Opal's Mother's Day gift
from us.

	Duane didn't mention anything about the paternity test results, so
we didn't press.  If he'd had them, he'd surely have wanted to talk to us
privately.  But, he didn't, so we didn't ask.

	Dave, Sr. was set up with a rotating dinner schedule (while Opal
would be gone) between Doug and us.  Donnie, of course, would tag along.
They could fend for themselves for breakfast and lunch.

After dinner, Donnie stayed to "bond with his big brother", he'd said.
What that really meant was that he shared our bed again with great
enthusiasm.  His slim hips and eager ass got the full, deep treatment from
both of us before he made a substantial deposit in condoms in our
respective rumps.  This was one young man who had incredible powers of
recovery.

	When we'd all been drained for the moment, Dave asked him how his
affair with Trevor was going.  Donnie got a grin the size of all outdoors.
"He's incredibly sexy, totally awesome in bed, and I love him," he finally
said.  "And I think he loves me, too."

	"Think?" I asked.

	"Well, he hasn't said the word, but he sure knows how to please
me," Donnie sighed contentedly.

	"Have you said the word?" Dave asked.

	"Well, no."

	"That may be why he hasn't, Donnie," Dave said softly.  "He's been
around and I'm sure he's been burned in a relationship or two.  So, he's
gonna be a little gun shy about the 'love' word."  Donnie thought about
that for a moment.

	"Sounds like you need to talk as well as fuck," I grinned.

	"I'll call him, now."

	"No, you'll go see him, now" Dave insisted.  "He needs to see you
say it, not just hear it impersonally on the phone."

	"When did you become such an expert on love?" Donnie asked with an
edge to his voice.

	"When I married Mike, Asshole!" Dave laughed.  "When you experience
it, you become very good at it, Donnie.  Go talk to him.  I'm sure he's
been bursting to say the same thing to you."  He left with a spring in his
step and his young nuts drained.  However, I was sure he'd produce another
large load before Trevor got into his pants again, later in the evening.

	The first week of the remodel at Kurt and Gene's was progressing
well.  They were still able to sleep in their bedroom and cook in the
microwave oven in the dining room.  The kitchen and main bathroom had
already been gutted with satisfactory progress toward reconstruction.  The
work crews were doing a fine job of keeping the house cleaned up after each
day's work.  We'd helped Gene and Kurt last weekend move furniture from the
main floor to the bedrooms upstairs to get it out of the way of the
remodelers.  That would be repeated in the opposite direction in another
month.

	But, eating from a microwave oven all the time was becoming
tiresome to them.  We gave them a break at least twice a week with real
home-cooked meals.  That always ended with us as dessert.  One of the
dinners included Robert and Gary, so we screwed and got screwed in an
astonishing six-way that lasted for three hours.  All participants were
well pleasured, as evidenced by the satisfied grins on all faces.

	Monday noon found us at the gym.  Trevor had secured a one-month
trial membership at a vastly reduced rate for Dale.  Dave and Trevor had
created a hurried workout routine for our neighbor just as he walked
through the door.  Trevor was drooling as much as most queers do when they
see Dale.  He is astonishingly good looking.  After introductions, Trevor
gave him a tour of the facilities, making sure he stayed with him while
Dale changed.  Dave had slipped in the fact that Dale knew about Trevor's
penchant for men, especially for Dave's little brother.

	"You trying to horde him all to yourself?" Trevor asked.  We
smiled, but didn't say more.  Nor did we share with Trevor that we'd
already had him.  We did mention more than once that Dale was our neighbor
and was married.  The trainer was disappointed, but not vanquished.  He
knew more married men who played around with other men than he knew ones
who stayed true to their marriages.  But, that was more an occupational
hazard than a true reflection of society.

	Trevor demonstrated all the necessary workout equipment, dividing
them into groups to go with each workout day.  His routine was parsed into
five days.  Aerobics training (of varying lengths) would occur each workout
day to increase his metabolism.  Different body parts were emphasized daily
with weights and machines.  Because of the lack of time (and the time
already taken with the tour and instructions), Trevor decided that Dale
needed only do the aerobics workout today.  The real workout schedule would
start tomorrow.

	While Trevor was giving Dale instructions, we had started our
"back" day (Monday's routine).  Dave and I eventually got to the elliptical
walkers with Dale joining us a few minutes later.  Trevor suggested that as
this was Dale's first day, he should start with 30 minutes on the walker or
treadmill at a low setting.  Dale reminded him of his bad knees, so Trevor
trashed the idea of using the treadmill and settled on the walker.

	After figuring out the controls, Dale settled into the monotonous
routine of aerobics training.  It helped that he was next to us, so we
could talk to him.  Nearly every question from him was, "Is he one?"  By
the end of his workout, his gaydar was working pretty well.  He was a quick
study.

	We gave him a quick tour of the sauna and steam room before hitting
the showers.  No one of interest that we knew was in either of the
"special" rooms.  He did manage to give both of us a slow tug on our wet
dicks as we toweled off.

	"You keep doing that, Dale, and you'll get fucked for sure," I
grinned.

	"Not with that monster," he insisted.  Well, that was an
interesting turn of a phrase.  Sounded to me like he was thinking about
getting fucked, but was fearful of a big one causing great pain or tearing
him up.  He'd probably read too many lurid tales of prison gangbangs.

	He left to return to work.  We dawdled at the desk, trying to find
out from Trevor what was going on with him and Donnie.  He smiled
sheepishly.  "He told me last night that he loves me," he sighed.  "That's
so scary to me.  He's so young, but so much right up my alley.  Getting
burned again is always in the back of my mind."

	"Well, get it out of your mind," Dave admonished.  "If you don't
take risks, you'll never experience real love, Trevor.  I'm not just saying
that because he's my brother, either."  Trevor smiled.  "So, what did you
reply?"

	"I told him all about my sordid, jaded past," Trevor laughed.  "And
the little fucker got off on it, and we fucked for hours afterwards."

	"Did you tell him you loved him?" I pressed.

	"Yeah, after a fashion."

	"What does that mean?" I asked before Dave could pounce.

	"Well, I told him that I felt very strongly for him, but part of me
is reluctant to commit my heart so soon," Trevor sighed.  "It still hurts
when I remember how callously I've been dumped in the past.  I told him
that, too.  I don't like withholding like this, but I don't want to get
dumped on, again, either.  I told him that I needed more time before I
could honestly say it to him."

	"Sound vaguely familiar, Dave?" I smiled.

	"Okay, so I'm acting like a big brother.  I lived through it with
you. I can live through it with my little brother, too," he finally
admitted.

	Trevor looked at me questioningly.  "I had a problem with the words
'love' and 'lover', too, Trevor.  Dave was quick to tell me how much he
loved me, but I've been around the block a few times like you have and
really got shit on once, and it hurt a lot.  I had pretty thick armor
because of it.  You sound like you do, too," I said sympathetically.

	"Being the town slut is part of my defense to keep from getting
close to anyone," Trevor also admitted.  "But, this young lad could put all
that behind me."

	"You talked yet about fucking around?" I asked.

	"No, that has yet to come," Trevor grimaced.  "I dread that
discussion."

	"Why?" Dave asked.

	"Because I'm not a monogamy kinda guy.  These young ones think true
love means never fucking around.  The idealism is so naïve," the trainer
added.

	"He might surprise you," I cautioned.  "He's been around a little,
and frankly, he enjoys fucking with us and his other brother too much to be
monogamous."

	"Oh, SCANDAL!  Tell me more!"

	"I'm not laundering the family business in front of strangers,"
Dave sniffed.

	"But, I'll bet Donnie will," I laughed, putting Dave in his place.
It was silly of him to think that kind of tale wouldn't be told between
these lovers.  Dave relaxed.  He knew I was right.  Donnie would spill the
beans for sure, especially if Trevor brought it up.

	When we got home, the message machine was flashing.  I pressed the
playback button as Dave dumped our sweaty gym clothes in the washer.  Duane
had called with exciting news about paternity.  Dave instantly dialed
Duane's number in Sacramento.  I picked up the extension in the bedroom.  I
was more on edge than I thought I would be.  What if I were the father?
The questions and implications swirled about me, again.

	"Duane!" Dave nearly shouted when Duane picked up the line.
"What's the news?"

	"You ain't gonna believe this," he started.  "You there, Mike?"

	"Yeah, I'm here," I answered in a quaking, nearly terrified voice.

	"Okay.  Brace yourselves boys."  He paused theatrically.

	"Don't toy with us, Duane," Dave shouted.  "Fuckin' TELL us!"

	"I'm the daddy, biological and legal!  Can you believe it?"

	We were stunned.  Relief and regret dueled with each other in my
head before I could get out the obvious question.  But, Dave jumped in and
saved me.

	"I thought you were shootin' blanks, Bro," he reminded Duane.

	"Not blanks, just low sperm count," Duane reminded us.  "But, they
were the ones that counted."

	"If you'll recall," I ventured, "that study said that the last
sperm in were generally the winners, if a woman is impregnated by more than
one man.  Congratulations, Daddy!  You're little tadpoles swam better and
fought off the other tadpoles best."

	"Yeah, Duane!  Congratulations!  I'll bet you're really excited by
the news, and relieved," Dave chimed in.

	"And so is Carol, too, I'm sure," I added.

	"We're both very happy with the results.  I hope you guys aren't
disappointed and upset by the results," Duane asked solicitously.

	"Well, maybe disappointed," Dave allowed.  "But, certainly not
upset.  This is the best of all worlds for you two."

	"Yeah, Bro.  I'm kinda sorry it wasn't your babies.  This was
probably your only chance at having kids of your own," Duane said kindly.

	"Probably."

	"So, how are the little darlings?" I asked quickly changing the
subject.  We'd have to deal with our feelings later and not rain on Duane's
terrific, unexpected news.

	"Hungry all the time.  If one of them isn't nursing, the other one
is.  And Lord, do these babies poop a lot!" Duane laughed.  "I've gotten
pretty good at changing those foul things."

	"How's Carol?" Dave asked.

	"She's recovering nicely," Duane smiled over the phone.  "But,
these little buggers don't give her much sleep.  So, she sleeps and naps
when they do.  I'm the major domo around here, now."

	"You have a diaper service or are you washing them all yourself?" I
asked.

	"Diaper service," Duane replied.  "The guys at the office got us a
month's worth.  I'm sure the service thinks we have only one kid that craps
constantly," he laughed.  "Carol's parents added a few months of services
and so did Mom and Dad.  So, we're covered there for nearly a year."

	"How are you doing?" Dave asked.

	"I'm sleeping pretty good at night, unlike poor Carol who has to
feed the little darlin's every four hours or less," he laughed.  "But, I'm
pretty good at napping with one of them in my arms in the big chair in the
living room.  It seems the TV puts them to sleep in a hurry."

	"No doubt of that," I groused.  I was famous in both families for
disparaging the general fare on TV.  Pablum for the brain dead, I'd
repeated frequently.

	"Has their pediatrician seen them since they left the hospital?"
Dave asked.

	"Yeah, they went in today.  They've gained weight (although it's
only ounces) and he's pleased with their ten-day check-up.  He wants to see
them again in a month," Duane revealed.

	"Has he said anything about solid food instead of just dining at
Mom's?" I queried.

	"He said the kids would tell us when they were ready for real
food," Duane laughed.  "Because we have twins, Carol may not be able to
make enough milk to keep them happy, so they may get a hit of rice cereal
or something bland like that at about six weeks.  But, we'll know more
after their next visit."

	"Okay, keep us posted, then," Dave pled.  "These are our little
nephews, so you be good to them, Dad.  Just don't spoil them!"  Duane
laughed and promised to do what he could without twisting their little
psyches into pretzels.

	"Oh, Duane," I broke in before they hung up, "I meant to ask you if
you've noticed that they seem to do better when they're together and not
separated.  I read an interesting article about that recently and wondered
if it might be true with little Dave and little Mike."

	"Now that you mention it, they do.  The hospital put them in an
extra large bassinet, so they could be together.  And they are in their
crib together, head to head, at the suggestion of one of the nurses.  Isn't
that odd?" he mused.

	"The article said that being together tended to soothe them when
they wanted to be cranky and kept them from being overly fussy," I
concluded.  "They were together for a while in the womb, so they take
comfort in still being close to one another."

	"This is indelicate of me," Dave began, "but did my nephews get
their pencils sharpened?"

	"Yep," Duane replied.  "Carol insisted and I thought it a good
idea, too.  Their little dicks have almost completely healed, too.  The
hospital gave us some numbing ointment with antibiotic in it to speed the
healing process.  I know some guys think of it as mutilation, but I don't.
I've never regretted that I got trimmed.  Have you guys ever regretted
getting circumcised?"

	"Nope," I answered.

	"Never," Dave agreed.  "And I forgot to ask," Dave added.  "Are
they identical or fraternal twins?"

	"Identical," Duane replied.

	"How can you tell them apart?" I queried.

	"With their clothes on, I can't.  But, Carol can.  I'm not sure
what the cues are that she's picked up.  I'll have to ask," he said.

	"With their clothes on?" I asked.

	"Yeah," Duane laughed.  "Little Dave's got a bigger dick!"  We
thought that was a very funny way to distinguish them, too.

	"Well, find out from Carol how she can tell them apart, Duane,"
Dave directed.  "You don't wanna get them mixed up."

	"They still have their little hospital bracelets on," Duane
revealed.  "That's how I can tell them apart.  In a few more weeks, they'll
be developing their own personalities and we'll more easily be able to tell
which one is Dave and which is Mike."

	"Mike's the cute one," I laughed.

	"But, I've got the bigger dick!" Dave pointed out, laughing along.

	"One of them is starting to fuss," Duane sighed.  "He's probably
wet, AGAIN!  Better go."

	"Okay, Duane," Dave said.  "And congratulations, again, Daddy!"

	"Yeah, congrats, Duane," I chimed in.

	After he hung up, Dave sighed.  "I'm happy and sad, all at the same
time."

	"Yeah, me, too.  This was gonna be our only shot at fatherhood, and
I'm disappointed, but relieved."

	"You gonna be okay?"

	"Oh, sure.  I'll be fine," I sighed.  He hugged me and kissed my
neck, then my lips.  "You changing the subject?" I grinned.

	"Probably," he whispered, nuzzling my neck.  "I love you, Mike.
Not being daddies takes a complication from our lives.  I'm okay with
that."

	I sighed.  "Well, we were gonna do some volunteer work.  With the
fatherhood thing settled, there's nothing holding us back."

	"I think we could delay it a few more minutes," he crooned, pushing
me back on to the bed and lying next to me.  He rolled on top of me and
kissed me softly, his full lips meeting mine.  Dave slid his big hands
beneath my shoulders and hugged me again, kissing my neck and earlobes.  He
kissed around my face slowly, softly.  When our lips met again, I felt his
hips press down into my crotch.  His trouser monster was stirring.  I
smiled into his eyes.  "Wanna fuck?" he grinned back at me.

	"All the time with you, my love," I moaned back.

	We hurriedly undressed and fell back into bed again.  This time, I
was atop him, smothering his face and neck with passionate kisses and
whispered words of endearment.  His hard, leaking dick pushed against mine.
He pulled me higher and arranged his butt- ripper to point at my ass.  I
gripped his dick log with my deep ass trench, milking more precum from the
bloated tip.

	"Get it wet, Mike," Dave murmured.  "I wanna make love to you, deep
in your sweet ass."  I turned around, coaxing us into a 69 position.  I
devoured as much of his 11" black snake as I could.  The precum was
delicious and plentiful.  I blew him with renewed vigor when I noticed his
nut bag was pulled up tight.  He wasn't going to last much longer.  His
mouth had been working on my ass pucker, but had moved to my hard dick.
With me in the superior position, I would be cumming soon if he didn't stop
sucking on my manhood.

	I heard him groan and double his efforts on my throbbing prick.  He
was getting very close.

	As much as I wanted to get fucked by the man I loved, taking him
orally was always a tasty pleasure.  It had been a while since we'd sucked
each other off.  Generally, we loved our anal probing more.  But, boiling
nuts dictated the terms of this encounter.

	"UNGH!" Dave gargled around my pistoning dick.  I was face fucking
him rapidly.  My climax was hitting me hard, being well past the point of
holding back.  Dave arched his back, driving his dick deeper into my
throat.  His entire body stiffened as his hips lunged upwards.  I tasted
heavy ball honey, then, felt my own flood discharging hard into Dave's
thirsty throat, again and again.  I swallowed twice delighting in the
texture, flavor, and volume of my favorite man's spooge.

	Dave continued to fuck my face, gaining maximum pleasure from our
coupling.  I'd been doing the same, but trying not to drill too deeply.  I
wanted him to savor each jet of white cream I'd produced.  I stroked the
thick shaft with one hand while tongue- lashing his fat, spunk-jetting
dickhead.  When his hips stopped thrusting, I knew sensitivity would rise
quickly.  I held the head in my mouth solidly, providing no friction of any
kind.  He was doing the same for me.  We rolled on to our sides, continuing
to nurse on each other's slowly shrink, draining dicks.  He started to
laugh.

	I broke way and asked him what was so funny.  I knew I hadn't been
tickling his dickhead.  "The way we were suckin' on each other's dick made
me think of Little Mike and Little Dave doing that in the womb as
pacifiers.  That's why their dicks are so big!"  he roared, laughing at his
own ridiculous mental picture.  I smiled at him.  Already, he was making
them into little queer boys.  Well, considering that two uncles (Donnie and
Dave) and Daddy (Duane) loved dick, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if
they did turn out to be gay.

	Later in the afternoon, Jeremy called.  He was hoping for another
night of debauchery with us.  This time, there would be no need to get to
the dealership early in the morning, as tomorrow (Tuesday) was another day
off for him.  We suggested dinner at our house with some hunky neighbors we
knew he'd find irresistible.  Monday evening was a standing invitation for
Kurt and Gene to have a real meal during the remodel.  Dave provided a
brief description of Gene and Kurt (with emphasis on dick dimensions), but
cautioned that they were new to their relationship, so they may not want to
fuck around with someone else.  It was a reasonable precaution to alert
Jeremy that he might be disappointed if they didn't take him to their bed.
But, Mr. Mountain-of-Muscles was an instant hit.  They had "dessert" at
their house, racing through the gate between our properties like they were
being chased by the Devil himself.

	The house was quiet.  Dave smiled at me.  "Let's clean up the
dishes and catch a couple of shows on the tube, then, hit the sack early.
I still wanna make love to you, despite the fact that I wouldn't trade this
afternoon for anything."

	He was true to his word.  I was drilled and filled in a most
delightful manner for the better part of an hour.  He did his very best to
keep us both from climaxing when we got to near the edge of the sexual
precipice.  We'd tried every one of our favorite positions, some of them
three times.  The ultimate pinnacle was scaled face-to-face with his hot
lips on mine, blasting his creamy baby sauce deep into me.  When he finally
calmed down, he sucked me off in a mind-numbing climax that caused every
muscle in my body to jerk and spasm as my dick juice sluiced down his
greedy throat.

	The sun woke us up at seven.  Dave roused me from bed as he headed
to the shower.  By the time we'd finished, his light chocolate ass cheeks
had been severely pounded and filled with another of my dick-gravy loads.
His cream jetted against the wall (as I blasted deeply into his spermed
channel), then, oozed down the shower drain.  What a loss!

	As I started breakfast, Dave went to the front porch to retrieve
the morning paper.  Sitting in the sunroom, he'd just opening the paper
when I saw rapid movement in the back yard.  Jeremy had leapt over the
fence and was knocking on the back door.  He smiled broadly and begged for
entry.  He looked like he hadn't slept a wink all night.  Evidently, the
Mountain-of-Muscles had met his match.  Dave opened the back door grinning.

	"Coffee!  Black!  PLEASE!" he begged.

	"Too much for ya, were they?"

	"Fuck, oh dear!  You have NO idea!" he moaned.

	"I think we might," I laughed.

	"Well, you might," he said upon reflection, "but have you ever been
tag-teamed by a couple of horny, horse-hung men who were on you like white
on rice for an entire evening?  Those two couldn't fuck me enough (not that
I was or am complaining).  Of course, I got my licks in, too.  Both of them
took a couple of loads before I escaped."

	"Escaped?" Dave wondered aloud.  "I doubt that very much."

	"Kurt was heading out to school and Gene to work when I bolted!"
Jeremy insisted.

	"I'll bet within a day, you'll be beggin' for more of their monster
dicks," I smiled, handing him a steaming cup of black coffee.  "You took
Dave and I after a few months out of action pretty easily.  After we'd
stretched you out, they'd have been a piece of cake."

	"Well, maybe," Jeremy protested weakly, but with a smile.  "They
sure can fuck, though.  Too bad they're already taken.  I could go for
either one of them.  Just my type."

	"And we're chopped liver?" I asked.

	"You're so married you aren't even on the radar screen," he
laughed.

	"How about if we feed you some breakfast, tuck you in, then, rouse
you about noon for a workout at our gym?" Dave suggested.  "Our sorta
straight neighbor is just starting his new workout routine there and has
the major hots for musclemen like you.  You might find him really cute."

	"Sorry, I don't do married men," Jeremy bristled.  "Too
complicating and I don't wanna be 'the other woman' no matter how cute the
guy is."

	"Sounds like you have some history on the subject," I ventured.

	"Yeah, painful, agonizingly brutal, ugly history," he sighed.  "He
promised he was gonna leave his wife and all that shit, but never did.  He
was SO fuckin' HOT!  But, I couldn't take it anymore, so I stopped seeing
him."

	"Here in town?" Dave asked.

	"No, Phoenix."

	"Tight ass or big dick?" I pressed.

	"Both," he sighed.  "That's what made it so damned hard to break
up.  But, I wasn't getting anywhere and he was tearing my heart out, so for
my own mental health, I walked out and moved here.  I was selling the Lexus
line there, so it was easy to get on here pushin' the same cars.  The job
offer is what brought me here.  I'd have gone anywhere there was an opening
to sell those cars (and to get away from him).  But, the cars nearly sell
themselves.  So, it wasn't that big of a change for me.  And I've been
pretty successful at it."

	I put breakfast on the table as Jeremy told us more about how he
got into stripping.  There wasn't much to tell, but he did have a knack for
it and he enjoyed it.  He'd been offered a modeling job while in Phoenix.
While posing, they'd asked him to move and show some skin.  He pulled a
shirt up, lowered his trousers with a little bump and grind, and the rest
is history, as he'd said.

	We tucked him into bed in one of the guest bedrooms, pulled the
blinds and closed the door.  He was exhausted.  We decided that he wouldn't
be able to handle another sexual encounter right now.  But, later was
always an option.

	At noon, he was still sleeping.  We called Trevor and asked him to
give our apologies to Dale, but we'd not be in today while he was working
out.  Trevor said that he'd planned on working with him most of the hour he
would be there, so that wouldn't be a problem.  By 1:30, Jeremy rolled out
of bed.  He said he could still sleep for days, but knew he wouldn't sleep
tonight if he stayed in there any longer.  After running a brush through
his hair and dashing some water on his face, he joined us for a workout at
the gym.

	He worked out at a gym across town, closer to the Lexus dealership,
but in the same 24-Hour Fitness chain that we belonged to.  Our gym was
smaller, without a pool, but it was more than adequate for his workout.
Tuesday was "legs" day, so he joined us with squats, leg presses, leg
curls, and leg raises.  He pushed us hard like he did himself.  But, my
legs recovered on the elliptical walkers, albeit the resistance setting was
scaled back a little.  He and Dave joined an aerobics class, but bagged
that after 15 minutes.  The instructor wasn't very good, so they joined me
on the walkers.  By the time we'd finished our ab crunches, it was 3:30.

	"You ever enjoyed the steam room or sauna here?" Dave asked.

	"Never been to this facility before, but through the grapevine,
I've heard that it's 'active'," he smirked.

	"You heard right," I volunteered.  "Scandalous is a more apt
description."

	"Oh?"

	"Yeah," Dave smiled and leaned in for a more private conversation
as we stripped out of our sweaty clothes.  "You can get and give a blowjob
or fuck just about any time of the day or night.  And most of the guys are
really HOT men!"

	Jeremy smiled.  "Sounds like personal experience."

	"Moi?" I feigned shock.

	"Vous, Hot Daddy!" he laughed.  "And I know you're just as guilty,
Dave."

	"Well, maybe we've participated a time or two," Dave allowed.

	"On a BAD week!" Jeremy suggested with a big grin.

	"Perhaps," I smiled back.

	"Let's check it out and see what we can find," Jeremy added
conspiratorially.

	As we stepped out of the showers, the coaches strode in.  They eyed
Jeremy with a professional gaze, then a leer (especially when they saw him
with us).  "Real nice package," Randy smiled.  "He plays well with others?"
quoting a t-shirt that I'd bought in San Francisco on my last trip there.

	"Randy, this is Jeremy.  Jeremy, Randy.  And this lecher," I
indicated turning toward Chuck, "is Chuck.  Chuck, this is Jeremy, a new
friend of ours."

	"Ah, so this is the mountain that Gene was drooling about this
morning when he got in," Randy said with an amused smile.  "He didn't say
the half of it!"

	"WOOF!" Chuck panted.  Everyone laughed.  "Nice muscles," he
continued.  "You play any football?"

	"In college," Jeremy answered.  "I wasn't very good at it.  I spent
most of my time on the bench during the games and fuckin' after the games!"
he added to a roar of laughter.

	"You interested in a job change?" Randy asked.

	"Whatcha have in mind?" Jeremy asked back.

	"Gene needs help as the strength coach.  He can't do it all alone
and we're looking for someone to fill that position," Randy continued.
"You interested?"

	"I like pushin' new cars at the Lexus dealership," Jeremy said.
"But, it wouldn't hurt to talk about your offer."

	"Well, you'd have to interview for the job and all that, but you
obviously know your way around the gym," Chuck put in.

	They discussed the possible position while Dave and I went into the
empty steam room.  About ten minutes later, Jeremy came in.  He smiled,
then, shook his head.  "They pushed, but the money's about the same and I
really love selling Lexus cars," he grinned.  "I've always loved quality,
luxury autos and I'd be away from my love of cars if I took that job.  It
was tempting, but I had to turn them down.  Well, turned them down for
that, anyway."

	Dave raised a questioning eyebrow.  But, I asked the obvious
question.  "Propositioned ya, did they?"

	"Well, Randy's monster dick did the propositioning," he laughed.
"I just gotta see if I can handle it. Besides, he's got a great ass and so
does Chuck.  I'd love to fuck both of them."

	"Well, here's your chance," I indicated looking through the glass
door to the steam room.  The coaches were approaching with their big dicks
waving at us.

	Jeremy smiled.  "I'm becoming the town whore," he laughed and bent
over with his butt facing the door.  "See something you like, Sailor?" he
tossed over his shoulder as the door opened.  Randy fell to his knees and
pushed his face deeply up Jeremy's hard, muscle ass.  Chuck closed the door
behind them.  "Oh, YEAH!  Eat that hot ass, Man!"  Jeremy crooned.  Chuck
moved in front of the mountain of muscles and stuffed his hard dick in
Jeremy's face.

	After a few minutes of butt munching, Randy asked, "You about ready
for a hot ride on my big dick?"

	Jeremy disconnected from sucking Chuck's dripping dick long enough
to survey the 13", black monster Randy was slapping at Jeremy's ass.  "Lube
it well, and take it easy.  I took the biggest one I've ever had a couple
of nights ago with Dave, then an even bigger one last night, and now this
horse dick.  So, I'm as stretched out as I'm gonna get.  Just take it easy
on me," he repeated.

	Chuck handed Randy a condom and a lube packet.  Liberally applying
all the lube to Jeremy's asshole as well as several inches of his deep ass
channel with his long, thick fingers, Randy pressed his condomed pocket
monster securely against Jeremy's ass.  Leaning over Jeremy's back, he
whispered, "You'll love this, but if it gets to be too much, just say so.
I know I'm packin' serious meat here."  Several inches slipped inside.

	Jeremy tensed.  "Damn!  That's BIG!" he grimaced through clenched
teeth.  "Let me get used to it a little while," he suggested.  Randy
short-dicked the muscleman for nearly a minute.  Then, he proposed
additional inches of fat dick for Jeremy's ass chute.  "Yeah, I think I can
take more now," he breathed.

	Chuck had backed up on to Jeremy's 9" dick, spearing himself fully
on Jeremy's lance.  Pushing more deeply up Chuck's ass, Jeremy pulled the
three of them into a standing position.  More black inches slid up Jeremy's
stretched butthole.  But, like me, he couldn't quite get them all in.  Not
yet, anyway.

	"This is too good to pass up," Dave whispered to me.  He moved
behind Randy and slashed his tongue along the coach's deep ass trench.

	"FUCK, yeah, Dave!  Eat that ass!" Randy begged.  "Love how you eat
butt, Man!"  Dave pulled Randy's big, muscled, black orbs apart and dove
in.  From his bent- over position, Dave presented an inviting target for my
extremely stiff joint.  Grabbing a lube packet from my kit, I plunged two
fingers in his hungry hole and lubed him up.  Applying the remainder to my
own bouncing dick, I ground forward, totally impaling my lover on my 9"
butthole stretcher.

	Dave moaned and mumbled something I couldn't understand.  But, I
didn't need to.  The way he wiggled his ass and fucked himself on my dick,
I knew he was hungry for a good, deep fuck.  He stood up, asked me to get
him one of his special, big condoms, and more lube.  Pulling me along by
tightening his asshole like I was a pull toy, Dave plugged into Randy's
lubed backside in one long stroke.  A sigh of sexual pleasure rushed from
the black coach's lips.

	"Big fuckin' dick!" he moaned.  "Yeah, Dave!  Fuck that asshole,
Man!"

	And there we were: a daisy chain of four men getting fucked and the
leader of the train pulling his pud slowly.  Jeremy's 9", fat dick in
Chuck's ass was causing the coach's climax to rise too quickly.  Chuck
released his jerking, dripping dick in time to forestall a climax.  His big
hands pulled at the hard muscled ass behind him, trying to get Jeremy to
fuck him harder and deeper.  Jeremy pushed him into a bent-over position
and pounded his ass with all his might.  That rapid thrusting was stroking
Randy more than he could bear.

	"I'm gonna cum soon, Jeremy, if you don't stop milking my dick like
that!"  Randy warned.

	"Too fuckin' bad!" Jeremy smiled over his shoulder and continued to
pound hard and fast into Chuck's hungry hole.  Randy grabbed the heavily
muscled man in front of him by his broad chest and hammered hard and deep
into Jeremy.  If he thought that would slow Jeremy down, he was mistaken.
All it managed to do was stimulate his bloated, jerking dick beyond the
point of no return.

	With a roar, Randy came.  Chuck splashed his load against the tile
wall and benches at the sound of Randy's climax.  Randy's climax sent
rivers of climax waves around Dave's dick causing Dave to explode into the
protective condom.  Jeremy continued to thrust at Chuck's ass, stiffened
(nearly biting off Randy's 13" monster with his asshole), and bellowed out
his climax.  I brought up the rear (Dave's rear) a few seconds later with a
debilitating climax.  If I hadn't been holding on tightly to Dave's hips,
I'd have collapsed on to the floor for sure.

	Chuck and I were the first to pull away from the dick-to-butt
connections.  He turned, peeled off the condom from Jeremy's shrinking dick
and stripped it of its creamy contents.  He then went to the source and
sucked the last drops from the muscleman's heavy dickhead.  That caused
Jeremy to try to get away due to the stimulation, of course causing him to
back more deeply on to Randy's monster.  He and Randy moaned with added
pleasure.

	"I love taking big dick from big men," Jeremy crooned.

	"I could fuck your hot, muscle ass for hours, Man!" Randy agreed.
"You sure you don't wanna come work with us?"

	Jeremy leaned forward, kissing Chuck and pulling Randy's still
swollen dick from his own ass.  "You're one hot couple," Jeremy sighed.
"But, I love peddling cars more than being a strength coach."

	Dave moved his hands up to Randy's chest and worked the bigger
man's erect nipples, but still slowly pistoning the coach's well-fucked
ass.  He kissed the back of Randy's neck and drilled deeper.  "And I could
fuck YOUR hot ass for hours, too, Man!"  Dave murmured echoing Randy's
earlier words to Jeremy.

	Randy's huge hands grabbed Dave's hard ass and squeezed.  "Anytime
you got a big load and a hard dick, you know where to find me," Randy
smiled.

	"Yeah, most of the time, you're either on or under Chuck!" Dave
laughed, finally pulling out of Randy's butt.

	"Nothing better!" Randy agreed giving his lover a peck on the cheek
and a pat on his big, white ass.

	Cleaning up in the showers, we tugged on dick and patted ass
shamelessly.  Trevor came in on one of his rounds and joined in with his
tongue up my ass (as I blew Jeremy) and his hands running all over Jeremy's
muscled body.  Chuck's face was up Randy's ass and Randy was blowing Dave.
We finally broke up and dried off when we heard the outside locker room
door creak open.  As we dressed, there wasn't a limp dick in the room.

	Jeremy came home with us for dinner, but decided he needed a good
night's sleep and wouldn't get it if he stayed here.  But, he did get us to
talk about how it was that we weren't working, but seemed to have no money
worries.  We told him we robbed banks.  He thought that was outrageously
funny.  Despite our larcenous endeavors, he suggested that he'd be back
often to help us spend our money (on a new Lexus, of course) and to visit
the boys living behind us.  Left unsaid was the obvious fact that he'd be
sharing our bed and theirs on a frequent basis.

	The following week kept our "dance card" busy every night.  Opal
was in Sacramento, so Dave, Sr. and Donnie had dinner with us every other
night.  Donnie, of course, would stay later, so we could fuck his brains
out.  Trevor joined Donnie one evening after Dave, Sr. had left.  It was
clear that Donnie and Trevor had a thing going.  They had sex with us, but
made love with each other.  The nights Donnie wasn't here, Jeremy was
getting and giving in our bed, too.  His hard, muscled body made us crazy
with lust wanting to do with him every sexual act imaginable.  I loved his
dark moustache and goatee.  It felt as good on my asshole as my dick felt
up his hard bubble butt.  The man is SO hot!  The nights he wasn't with us,
he spent with Kurt and Gene getting plowed deeply by their monster meats.
He gave as well as he got, of course.

	However, the days were spent being volunteers and hitting the gym.
We always tried to make it to the gym at noon for Dale's sake, but we
weren't always successful.  The needs at PFLAG were great and we hated to
leave any task for later.  Finishing, then moving on was what we vowed to
do.  Most of what we did was brainlessly folding letters and stuffing
envelopes.  The trained counselors were the ones who really worked hard.
They had to find food, clothing, and housing for kids who'd been tossed
from their parents' homes when they were discovered or volunteered that
they were gay.  It was all very sad.  But, it did confirm to us that we'd
made the right decision to help out with our time and large donation.

	Trevor was overflowing with good cheer when we got to the gym late
Thursday afternoon.  He said that Dale had been in for his workout and had
been playing around with some new, black stud in the sauna.  He knew he'd
gotten off because Trevor had been refilling the soap dispensers when Dale
had walked out of the sauna with his sizeable dick still half-hard and cum
dripping from the head.  Trevor had smiled and motioned him over.  Dale
walked over, not knowing he was dripping cum.

	"You're dripping," he'd said.  Before Dale could look down, the
trainer had engulfed his semi-hard dick and licked up the wayward cum,
stripping the rest of the fat dick of additional ball honey.  The harder
Trevor sucked, the harder Dale got.  Even though they were exposed in the
shower room, Trevor was resolute in getting what he wanted.  And Dale was
more than willing to give him the second load he craved delivering.

	Within three more minutes, Dale was filling Trevor's eager throat
with more dick juice.  Trevor made sure that this time, there would be no
lingering traces of cum hanging from Dale's dick.  When, Trevor finally
pulled away, he laughed out loud.  Squatted behind Dale was the new, black
guy from the sauna eagerly eating Dale's asshole.  The eater and eatee
returned to the sauna.

	We smiled, but didn't divulge any of our own data about Dale.

	"You think I could get a shot at his hot ass?" he asked.

	"He does like muscle men, and you surely qualify, but I don't think
he's ever had dick in there," I qualified.

	"He's married, so don't be pushing him too hard to be queer like
the rest of us," Dave cautioned.  "This is all pretty new to him, I'm
sure."

	"So, who's the new guy that he was playing with?" I asked before
Trevor could figure out that we knew more than we were telling about Dale.

	"Let me check," Trevor said, rustling some papers.  He found what
he was looking for on a new member application.  "His name's Leonard
something.  I can't read the last name.  Oh, he plays football, so he must
know Randy and Chuck and, of course, Gene.  WOOF!"  We smiled.  Gene was
all that and more.  "About your size, Dave and same coloring," the trainer
added.

	"Len!" I nearly shouted.  "Fuck, yeah!  You remember him, Dave.
He's got about 9" of hot dick, BIG nuts, and he's an awesome bottom.  I
think he's an end."

	"Didn't he have a thing going with that big, white player?  You
know the one.  He had a big, round ass and loved to take a big dick, but
loved hammering black ass even more, and he and Len were goin' at it a
lot," Dave remembered.

	"I don't remember the guy's name, but I didn't think they were a
serious couple," I thought out loud.

	"Well, I think he and Dale are gonna get something going.  They
left together," Trevor smiled evilly.  He did love to share hot gossip.
Dave and I glanced at each other.  We wondered if Dale was exploring his
gay side a little farther and faster than we thought he would.  He was
married, after all.  But, a stiff dick has no sexual preference; so, being
married seemed to be no impediment.

	Trevor thanked us again for the hot roll in the sack earlier in the
week, but especially for introducing him to Donnie.  "Lord love me, I do
love that kid."

	"You told him, yet?" Dave asked.

	"Not yet."

	"You can tell us, but you can't tell him?" I wondered.

	"That's different," Trevor explained.  "I don't have the emotional
attachment to you that I do to Donnie."

	"Seems pretty weak to me," Dave allowed.

	"I know.  If I can say it to you, what's keeping me from saying it
to him," Trevor sighed.  "I guess I'm still hurting from being dumped the
last time."

	"You gotta get past that, Trevor," I smiled warmly.  "He's worth
it."

	"Yeah, I know he is," he grinned.  I noted a swelling in his crotch
area.

	"And he turns you on just thinking about him," I pointed out,
staring at his swelling dick in his too tight shorts.

	"He does that and so much more," Trevor laughed, adjusting himself
so his boner wouldn't be so obvious.  "He loves to do all kinds of sexual
positions, and especially he's so GOOD at hot butt eating like I love.  And
he's so versatile.  I never know who'll get fucked when we're together.
It's so exciting!"

	"A big dick isn't everything," Dave pointed out.

	"Yeah, it's the ONLY thing!" I laughed, paraphrasing Vince
Lombardi's famous quote.  Dave scowled and Trevor laughed.  My lover
finally figured out I was kidding and laughed along with us.  The point he
was trying to make had been lost on us now.

	During the weekend, we spent more time in the yard, weeding out the
new ones that tried to sprout in our new landscaping pattern.  Dale was
mowing his lawn, so Dave walked over and asked him how he and Len were
doing.  Dale blanched and stammered out a non-answer.

	"It's okay, Dale," Dave assured him.  "We just have friends in low
places who tell us things.  It isn't like we'll be spreading your secret
anywhere."

	Dale sighed in relief.  "I know I need to be very careful, but Len
turns my crank as no one ever has.  I fucked him senseless yesterday in the
steam room at the gym.  He loved it and so did I," he revealed.

	"I'm sure he did," Dave agreed.  "I know Len loves a big, white
dick up his ass."  Dale looked questioningly at him.  "Oh, yeah, you don't
know that we know several of the guys on the professional football team,
including coaches (besides Gene).  This can be kind of a small town,
sometimes."

	"You made it with him, then?"

	"No, we were at a team party when several of the men paired off and
Len was one of the hot players enjoying big, white dick in a VERY noisy
way," Dave recalled with a smile.  "Of course, we were probably just as
noisy," he laughed.

	"He does love getting fucked by big dick.  That's for sure," Dale
smiled.

	"Just be careful," Dave said.  "You don't wanna get your dick in a
vice and have your wife rip it off."

	"Yeah!  That's for sure.  I know I've gotta be careful, but this is
so exciting and the sex is SO incredible.  Too bad women aren't like that,
constantly wanting it," he sighed again.

	"Some are, some aren't.  But, men sure are ready at the drop of a
pair of trousers," Dave giggled.

	"Got that right!" Dale laughed.  "How's your week been going?"

	"Been busy with volunteer work and entertaining some friends," Dave
evaded.

	"Yeah, I noticed that big stud driving the black Lexus," Dale
grinned.  "Kind of a regular visitor, isn't he," he added laughing.

	"Nice guy," Dave smiled, revealing nothing.  "The boys behind us
know him better I think."  That wasn't exactly true, but close enough.
"Besides, you've got Len.  Stop poaching on our wild game refuge," Dave
good-naturedly chided him.

	"Just keeping my options open," he said.  "Your potential cast-offs
are pretty damned nice!"

	"You're married, Dale," Dave admonished him.  "Keep your dick in
your pants or you'll wind up like Mike and I," he smiled

	"Which isn't so bad!" Dale retorted.

	"Yeah, but there was hell to pay for the divorce and the fall-out
from that, including all the family and friends issues that go with
disclosing that you're a fag," Dave warned him.

	"I'm probably bisexual," Dale defended.

	"Whatever label you put on it still makes you a societal outcast,"
Dave pressed.  "Just be damned careful.  There's nothing as vengeful as a
woman scorned."

	"I hear ya, Dave," he finally agreed.  "Just keeping my options
open."

	Dave sighed and walked away, shaking his head.  He told me about
the conversation, leaving us both wondering if our neighbor was coming out
of the closet with a brass band.  If he weren't more circumspect, all of
his life would change dramatically.  I didn't think his wife would be at
all forgiving about catching him sucking dick or pounding stud ass.  But,
it was his life.  There wasn't a damned thing we could do, other than warn
him of the consequences as we saw them.


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