Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 17:16:01 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 8.
The usual disclaimers!
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 8--"Change Partners!"
It was still the middle of the night, but something had
awakened me. I was cold. Somehow my blanket had slipped off, or
had it? Clearly, something was happening next to me. Dave's legs
were over his head, and another man was feasting on his asshole.
Was I dreaming? Hot breath on my right nipple and a big hand
fondling my expanding cock convinced me that I wasn't dreaming.
Gary and Robert had joined us in bed again. From the
reflection of the moonlight off Robert's untanned, white ass, I
knew that he was going to be my partner for this session. Gary was
the shadow eating my lover's ass and making him moan in
anticipation.
My hand moved down and pressed against the back of Robert's
head, laving my left nipple. The pressure on the back of his head
told Robert that his new partner was awake and looking for more
action. His tonguing moved down my torso and into my pubic bush.
His aim detoured around my throbbing cock and dove for my rolling
nuts. He circled his tongue ever lower until he had me
automatically raising my legs to give him access to my hole.
I pulled my knees up against my ears. I could feel his hard
cock bounce against my back as he made contact again. His face
moved toward my jutting cock, but it was only the poor lighting
which led me to believe my leaking dick was his destination.
Surprise gripped me when I felt his lips close over my asshole and
his tongue dart into the pink opening.
He pushed my ass globes apart to resume his ass-licking. I
finally cooperated and relaxed when I knew what he was doing. He
buried his face into his target and wiggled his cheeks against my
cheeks to get more friction and taste. Robert's love for asshole
eating was only surpassed by that of his brother. But, Ray wasn't
here tonight. Gary was, and he was heavily rimming Dave.
Gary's big cock would soon be inside Dave's ass. When Dave
had been well eaten in the ass department, there was only one
possible way that he was going to get off. You had to fuck the
hell out of him and NOW!
I saw Dave grab Gary's head and pull it away from his ass-
eating. Gary knew that his dick was supposed to replace his
tongue. Dave quickly greased his own ass and handed a condom to
Gary. Dave moved his knees up by his ears like I had done and
started begging for Gary's big, black cock.
"Fuck me, you hunk! Ram that big horse cock up my ass and
fuck me deep! Give me your cum, NOW!" Dave obviously wanted Gary
to fuck him hard and deep. Gary certainly knew how to do both.
Without missing a beat, Gary aimed his heavy rammer at Dave's hole
and shoved.
"Oh, FUCK, YES!! Ram it IN! Fuck me HARD! I want all of
it!" Dave pleaded. Gary had only fucked in about half of his dick.
Hearing Dave's dirty talk and pleas for a heavy-duty fuck, he
slammed the remaining five inches in.
"GOD!! YES!!! Fuck me! Fuck ME! FUCK ME!!! HARD!!" Dave
was insistent and Gary was willing. Dave's ass had been rimmed
expertly and he wanted hot cock and lots of it.
Robert and I had been watching this going on next to us. I
could tell he was looking at me lustfully and wanted to fuck my
brains out just like Gary was fucking my lover.
"Go for it, Fucker," I said. "I want that big football horse
cock up my ass! Fuck me 'til you cum gallons!"
He already had on a condom and applied lube to the hole
without working it in. Aiming at his target, his big cockhead
speared me and raced for the bottom of my ass chute. He was BIG
and hard, and I wasn't ready for such an ass stretcher. I yelled
in pain, but he fucked me hard anyway. In only two or three
strokes, I had accommodated his raper and moved my hands around to
hold his melon ass globes.
His ass was so muscular and hard. It was like holding warm
granite and pulling it into yourself. His cock was buried
repeatedly into my upturned fuck channel. He was going for his
climax without any worry about me. He was a pure fucking machine.
I knew that I'd have to provide my own stimulation to get my climax
working.
As Robert's breathing got rapid and his fucking motions
faster, his penetrations were less deep. He was fucking my
prostate or something close to it for his own pleasure. That heavy
friction was all I needed. I was blowing my nuts before I felt his
cockhead swell a last time and his long, fat cock rocket into me
its full length.
He emptied his ball milk supply deeply into my ass. His howls
of ecstacy rattled around the room. His climax peaked and he
started to fuck me even harder. The big man over me was working on
getting a second climax going. His ass ripper slammed into me over
and over again for only a few more seconds when I felt his body
tremble. He collapsed on to me and fucked me spastically. He was
cumming again! The climax was too intense for him to do more than
lie on top of me and allow his massive body to jerk with each new
squirt of his dick.
I'd been holding on for dear life, but loved the sensation of
being fucked twice and massaged his cock as best I could to help
him in his second climax. I'd also tried to shove a couple of
fingers up his ass to help him get there. Just the attempt seemed
to be enough to cause it to happen.
Gary's climax had swept over both Dave and Gary as Robert
finished his second fucking of my asshole. Dave shot first, but
was followed by Gary's flood as he pulled off Dave's squirting,
curved cock's last climax.
Gary pulled out and peeled off his condom. Dave grabbed it
and drained the contents, smacking his lips at the taste.
"Even better than I imagined!" Dave complimented.
Robert was recovering from the fuck feast we had just
finished. "Fuck!! What an incredible fuck you are, Mike! I've
never cum twice that fast up anyone's ass. You really know how to
milk dick!"
"Thanks. I was only trying to help. You did seem to want to
go a second round almost before you finished the first one."
"What? You came TWICE, Robert?" asked Gary. "I'd love to
have you do that to me!"
"Not now, Buckwheat. I'm totally squirted out!" Robert
whispered exhaustedly.
"Buckwheat? Now that's a fine thing to call the guy you've
been fucking with for the last few months," protested Dave.
"Oh, fuck. Who cares? He's called me that from the first
week we fucked. I'd be pissed at him for saying it in front of
other people, but you guys are very special friends. I guess I can
get over you knowing what he calls me," Gary revealed.
"If you aren't worked up about it, why should I?" Dave said
with resignation.
"Do you have a favorite, unrepeatable name for Robert, Gary?"
I asked.
"Been working on one. I called him 'Peter Cottontail' because
of his big white ass and the contrast to his dark tan. But that
didn't seem quite right for him. So, I've narrowed it down to
'wide receiver' (because he has such a big ass, not that I'm
complaining) or 'tight end' (because it's tight and milks black
cock really well). Which do you think?" Gary asked us.
"Fuck you, Gary! Both of 'em are nasty," Robert protested.
"Must be perfect then," Gary concluded. "Which do you think
is right for him, guys?"
Dave and I mused for a few moments before Dave spoke. "Well,
I'm very partial to big men with big, muscular asses, so I'd opt
for 'wide receiver'. It tells us he has a big ass and he takes
cock very well up that milking machine ass of his. What do you
think, Mike?"
"I couldn't have said it better. I share the same bias about
big men that Dave does. It may not be fair to ask just us," I
added giving Gary an out if he had a real preference.
"I think that's fine with me. I do like fucking that big,
white tail of his with my fat, 'Buckwheat' meat. Making 'babies'
with him is the best I've ever had. There's something very special
about the way we make love," Gary finished. "How about it, Robert?
Think you can deal with it?"
"If you can deal with Buckwheat, I can certainly deal with
Wide Receiver! I kinda like it. And I know that you don't mean it
to be cruel. I hope I can live up to the name, Big Man!" Robert
sighed.
We continued our conversations about how we felt about making
it with our lovers and the other men we have had. There was a
definite difference between men we had fucked with and the lovers
we had fucked with. It was growing light outside when we finally
said our goodnights again and they left our room.
"Did you catch Robert and Gary saying that they had fucked
around with other football players? You suppose we could meet some
of them?" Dave was always on the prowl, it seemed.
"You don't HAVE an off switch, do you?" I teased him.
"I was just thinking about where our next 'meal' was coming
from. Gotta plan ahead!" he replied.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask them to be a little more
specific about their football friends. Maybe they'd be willing to
share!"
"Good! I'll ask them over breakfast tomorrow."
"It's already tomorrow. So, we'll do it after a little
sleep," I yawned at him.
"You're the best. That's probably why I'm falling so hard for
you. It's hard to say after only a couple of weeks, but I think
I'm in love with you, Mike," he blurted out.
"This is sudden," I finally said after a long pause. "I feel
a special closeness to you, too, Dave, but I'm not ready to put it
in the love category yet. Maybe, it's because I've been burned.
Maybe the conservative accountant in me is reluctant to commit.
But, I DO feel something very wonderful is going on between us."
I could see him smile in the dim light. "Besides the fucking,
Asshole!"
He laughed and pulled me into him. We kissed deeply and I
nuzzled his neck and fell asleep.
By 9 a.m., I was awake again. I heard the shower turn on down
the hallway. Dave stirred and pulled me into him again.
"Hi, Sugar," he said dreamily.
"Mornin', Babe. Sleep well, my black prince?"
"Ummmmm," was the only reply I got. I stayed with him for a
few more minutes until he started to doze again. I quietly got up
and started my own shower. As I finished toweling off, Dave walked
in and turned the shower on again. He gave me a quick kiss and
fondled my cock again.
"Don't you ever quit?" I protested.
"You'd throw me out on my ass if I did," he tossed back at me.
He was right. I'd hate it if he didn't pester me with his
sexual overtures all the time. I loved being treated like his sex
object. I'd be lost without it. The relationship wouldn't be as
wonderful as it was.
I dressed and went down to the kitchen. Gary joined me in
another minute and helped with the preparations. Dave and Robert
joined us in another 15 minutes. We ate heartily, but Dave just
had to know more about football players. Robert and Gary were only
too happy to expand on their exploits with other members of their
college team and even visiting teams.
"Well," Robert began, "there are a couple of guys on the
college team who really have the hots for dicks up their butts.
They've serviced Gary and I a number of times. Really hot guys,
but not such great players. Second string, aren't they, Gary?"
"Uh huh," Gary answered. "But, their talents don't
necessarily lie in football. They've had several of the straight
players in bed. And one of the guys told me that our star
quarterback (whom I think is a total asshole and egoist) really
likes taking it in the ass. The bigger the dick, the more he likes
it. And he's married! What a jerk!"
"And what a body," Robert added. "I've seen him many times in
the showers and he sure loves looking at other men. He tries to be
so butch about it, but we sure know better. Gary got him to suck
him off more than once and I've fucked him at least three times."
"Yeah," Gary sighed. "It's not much of a secret among the
guys on the team. Seems that he and his wife are the only ones who
don't know that the rest of the world is wise to his 'man-to-man'
trysts. He's so popular with the women on campus that no one even
thinks about him being a 'switch hitter'. I just don't understand
that kind of man."
"Well, both Mike and I have been married," Dave admitted.
"So, it isn't that hard for me to understand."
"Oh, yeah?" Gary and Robert said in unison.
"Uh huh," I confirmed. "We've figured out what we really like
are men. But, this quarterback you're talking about could be bi-
sexual. He could also be trying to figure out just what it is that
he does like. He may go through his whole life living the straight
lie while playing with men on the side."
"I just couldn't do that," Robert sighed. "It's like living
a lie for your whole life or like you are a split personality and
you don't even talk to yourself to reconcile the two. I just don't
get it!"
"If it makes him happy," Dave noted, "the only person he's
hurting now is his wife, and she may already know about it and not
care, because he's such a 'stud' on campus and she's his wife.
Some people are willing to settle for that."
"Well, it doesn't make any sense to me either, Robert," Gary
observed. "Not something I could reconcile in my life."
"Don't be so quick to judge," I pointed out. "Other people,
and there are lots of them, will never understand how two big studs
like you could be swingin' on dicks. You're football players and
they're supposed to be always boffin' the cheerleaders! Anyway,
that's what 'middle America' thinks."
"Still doesn't make sense to me, but then it doesn't have to,"
Robert admitted. Robert smiled one of his sly smiles. "You guys
probably know that I was drafted by the pros this year," he said
changing the subject. "I'll be playing for the professional team
in town. That's one of the reasons that Gary and I are able to
keep our relationship going, even though I'll be in the pros and
he'll still be at the college."
"Have you met the coaching staff and settled your contract
yet?" Dave asked.
"Yes to both," Robert replied. "And the coaching staff is
very, very friendly," he added with a wink.
"Are you trying to tell me that you've had sex with them?" I
blurted out.
"Something like that. And several of the players on the team,
too," he smiled.
"You know about this, Gary?" Dave asked.
"Even been to several of their informal sex parties, too,"
Gary winked. "And two of the coaches love to take big ones up the
ass. I think you guys would really like both of them."
"Think they'd be interested in entertaining some outsiders?"
Dave pressed.
"Wouldn't hurt to ask," Robert proposed.
With promises to invite us to the next team party, they left
for campus, and Dave and I left for the gym.
The Pink Triangle
Even after a night of almost non-stop fucking, Dave was still
excited about my promise to take him out bar hopping tonight. I
took a nap in the afternoon and felt better about spending the
evening in the bars. The Pink Triangle was one of my favorites.
It was fairly new and the air circulation was good, keeping the
cigarette smoke to a minimum.
Dave did his best to look like he was cruising for men.
Truthfully, he'd look good in anything. But he wore his tightest,
most faded levis and a tight polo shirt. Both articles showed off
everything he had.
It was obvious he had a sensational body and a big dick.
Instead of having it hang down one leg, he pushed it over to one
side and held it there with his tight jockey briefs. It looked
like a big tube steak that was in his pocket. All the queers in
the bars would be drooling over the merchandise. The committed
tops would be agog over that tight, muscular ass that looked like
it was encased in a coat of paint instead of worn denim cloth. And
the bottoms and most of the tops would sell their own family to get
a taste of that over-sized ass stretcher that Dave had so
temptingly displayed.
He confidently strutted into the Pink Triangle with me in tow.
He wanted to flaunt all his manly possessions, but still keep me
within reach in case he got in over his head. I was amused at the
looks and whistles that he got. Conversation at one table stopped
as the occupants drooled in unison over the packaging. That was
repeated over and over again as he made his way through the crowd
toward the bar.
More than once, I noticed several of the braver souls copped
a feel of Dave's merchandise. From what they grabbed for, I knew
what they wanted for the evening: a tight ass or a big dick. Dave
wasn't used to all that groping in a public place and winced each
time the bold grabs for him hit their target. He pulled me closer
to him to help fend off the rabble.
I ordered for both of us and handed Dave his drink. As soon
as some friends saw that I was with him, they quickly came over and
wanted to be introduced. Within five minutes, Dave was holding
court with many admirers and made sure that everyone knew that he
and I were an item. Most of the entourage were crestfallen at that
news, but others pursued it as they hoped that we would like to
fuck around with them anyway. Several of these acquaintances, I'd
remembered as great fucks and possessers of big dicks. I'd be sure
to let Dave know which ones later.
Dave was trying to tell them all how we'd met and finally
gotten it on. He had to start the tale over several times before
all interested parties had been brought up to date. By the time he
had finished with his "coming out", he had to excuse himself to hit
the john. I pointed him to the stairway leading upwards and he ran
up them three at a time. Dave (I had found out recently) had the
smallest bladder in the world. It seemed that way to me, anyway.
If he's been drinking anything, he has to pee every fifteen minutes
or explode. It was a funny weakness for a big man like him, but
that made him just more human to me.
He was back in about two minutes with a grin on his face. He
wanted to talk to me privately, but the assembled fans wanted to
talk to him and look at his packaging some more.
Dave finally pulled me away and breathlessly said, "You'll
never guess what I saw upstairs!"
Knowing the Pink Triangle's reputation for a "very friendly"
bar, I guessed that he'd caught someone fucking in the hallway.
"How did you know that? Damn, guys were lined up behind this
one guy with their cocks hanging out and getting ready to plug in!
I had no idea this kind of stuff happened in a gay bar," he said in
wonder.
"Well, they generally don't. The place could be closed down
for such antics, but it's seldom checked. The baths, of course,
have a lot more of that happening than at a bar," I replied.
"The guy has a sweet ass from the way the other men were
fucking him. Two guys came while I was there and a third had just
pulled out from his climax when I got there. The line has probably
disappeared by now," Dave said with a sly smile. "Wanna fuck?"
"Shit, Dave! Here?"
"Sure. Why not?"
I had to think on that one. Indeed, why not. If the guy was
willing and tight, why not plug him. Dave was certainly hot for
his ass.
"Well, what does he look like?" I asked in resignation.
"Cute ass, good back, but I didn't see the face. He was bent
way over."
"Well, you're hot for him. Let's at least take a look."
We went upstairs and found the guy bent over at the waist and
holding on to the water pipes. Another guy was on the last of his
strokes as he hammered away on the guy's ass. Dave had been right.
It was a cute ass. It was very narrow, but muscular. Looked like
he would have trouble taking me without exploding. Dave's big cock
would split him in two. However, the way the guy behind him was
fucking him and the size of the dick that was waiting his turn
indicated that the fuckee was used to big ones and fairly often.
The fucker was yelling out his climax as he rammed it home and
held the guy tightly. The fuckee was impaled on the rammer's pole
and held off the ground with it planted deeply up his rectum. The
fucker had been fondling the fuckee's dick, but couldn't get it to
shoot before he came himself. He resignedly pulled out as the
fuckee hollered, "next."
He wasn't even caring who or what it was that was fucking him.
He just wanted as much cock up his ass as he could get. The spent
fucker was replaced by a new one that had about the same size cock.
It wouldn't be long before this guy came, too. His nuts were tight
against the base of his cock and the shaft was pulsing with each
rapid heartbeat.
The new guy rammed it home in one easy stroke. The guys tail
opened up to the new fucker and he sighed deeply.
"Yeah, Man, fuck my ass for me. Fill me with your cum. Ram
it in!" the fuckee pleaded.
Dave had a strange look on his face. Maybe he didn't want all
this public sex, after all. My thoughts were interrupted by the
new fucker's howls of impending climax. With two more quick
strokes into that muscular hole, the fucker came and shuddered,
came and shuddered. He whispered "thanks" in the ear of the man
he'd just fucked and pulled out slowly.
"Great ass, Man. The guy's still real tight. Go for it!" he
said to me. As he looked over at Dave, and saw his big wanger
bouncing through his fly, he whistled lowly. "He's gonna love
that!" he said with a smile. He pulled on Dave's sheathed dick and
whistled again. "Wanna fuck me instead! I'd love to have that big
thing up my tail."
Dave looked over at me for support. "Maybe later," he finally
said.
The guy shrugged and leaned against the back wall. If he
couldn't have it, he was going to at least watch someone else take
that monster up their ass.
I had walked up behind the guy and had placed the head of my
condomed dick against his hole. Several of the other guys hadn't
been so discrete about their fucking and hadn't used a rubber. Cum
was leaking from the guys hole like a faucet. He'd been fucked a
lot that evening and was still wanting more. I was going to oblige
him.
"Let me go first," I ordered Dave. "He'd never feel me after
you got done with him."
The guy bent over farther and looked at my dick upside down.
"Yeah, fuck me with that big thing!" he ordered me.
Using some of the leaking cum from his ass as lubricant, I
rammed my cock fully into him. He clenched his ass and almost
tried to expel me. But after all that fucking, he quickly relaxed
and let me in balls deep. I ground my 9" hard-on into his pulsing
asshole. He pressed back into me. The guy was insatiable. And
his love canal was finely tuned for fucking. Already he was
milking my cock and trying to get me to cum so he could entertain
his next "customer".
I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back into me, to
grind it even deeper into him. I felt him tense as I hit a spot
that hadn't been touched yet. But the milking didn't stop. He had
a rhythm of his own that was not to be denied. My dick was being
manipulated like a good jack off. His ass was heavenly.
Reaching around underneath him with one hand, I pulled a few
times on his cock. Nice size and thickness, I thought. I decided
that I'd give him my famous ass fucking with just the first few
inches and wreck his prostate.
My rhythm picked up and so did his milking. It would be a
race to see who would get whom off first. My short jabs into him
(and working my hand over the head of his dick) was having the
effect I was looking for, but his ass motion was too much for me.
In a matter of seconds, I was over the edge and filling the condom
with my cum. I shuddered and laid over his back as I bucked a few
last times into him, still jerking his cock.
It was not to be. He was pulling away from me and getting
ready for the next customer, Dave.
The guy who had fucked our mystery fuckee before me moved into
position so he could watch Dave's monster ravish the same guy we
had all been fucking. Dave assumed the right angle for penetration
and shoved. More than half of it disappeared when the fuckee came
up for air and bellowed in some pain.
"Fuck! You're HUGE! What a cock!" he exclaimed.
"Holy fuck! It's Sean!" Dave said in wonderment.
"Good God, it's Dave!" Sean said looking over his shoulder.
"I've been wanting this from you for months! Fuck me, Big Man!"
"This isn't right," Dave said bewildered. "I can't fuck a guy
I work with."
"Dave," I asked quietly, "Who's Sean?"
"He's the receptionist I told you followed me into the
bathroom at work and wanted to do me!" Dave said pulling out.
"OH!! That's a problem!"
"Not to me, it isn't," Sean said with finality. "I quit today
and start with the Federal Courts on Monday. Shove that big thing
back into me again. I want that black log up my ass!"
"That does make a difference, I guess," I offered.
"Ya think so?" Dave answered working on his dick again.
"If you don't do him, do me. NOW!" offered the first fucker
tentatively.
"No, Dave. Do me! I really want you to cum in my ass.
You'll be the big cock that makes me cum!" Sean insisted as he
backed on to Dave again.
Dave's big ass stretcher was almost buried to the balls before
he could say or do much to protest. He was almost too big for Sean
as the beads of perspiration danced on Sean's brow. But he gamely
backed on to the last two inches and sighed deeply, "What a great
fuck!"
The other fucker had moved around to be underneath the action
and watch the heavy penetrations of Dave's ebony pole as he
disappeared repeatedly up Sean's well-fucked asshole. Dave had
started to jack off Sean's cock as he felt Sean's milking machine
ass start its magic on his log. It would be a race to see who
would finish first. Dave had pretty good control, but not for a
milking machine. Sean probably had good control with all those
guys fucking him, but Dave's rammer was a wonder in length and
thickness.
I watched Dave's face and knew he was very close. If he held
still, he could hold off the climax. But Sean was going to have
none of that. His milking asshole roared into overdrive and
impaled itself repeatedly on Dave's hardness. Dave's jaw went
slack. He'd come in the next thrust, but he'd get the most from
this fucking.
Dave rammed it home and emptied his balls of their milk. The
milking machine ass drank deeply of his essence. Dave's flailing
hand on the guys dick and the thickness of Dave's cock up his ass,
sent Sean over the edge, too. The other fucker had raised up to
drink in the closeness of their love making and hopefully to get a
mouthful of Sean's cum. Sean's first squirt was weak and more of
a dribble. The fucker pulled closer for the rest and was hammered
by the jets of cum that rocketed from Sean's overheated cock. Not
wanting to miss any of Sean's milk, the fucker opened his lips and
drank deeply of the offered spunk as he closed his lips over the
head of the jerking shooter.
"Fuck! YES!! Fuck my asshole! Give me all of your cum,
Stud!" Sean begged. He was still milking Dave's giant dick. That
was driving Dave crazy. His cock became very sensitive after he
came. As much as he wanted to leave his spent cock in Sean's ass
and let it "soak", he couldn't stand the tickling sensation of
Sean's continued milking.
"SHIT!!!" Dave cried. "That tickles!" he added as he pulled
out in a hurry.
The other fucker still had a lip lock on Sean's cock as it
softened. He went down to the base of Sean's cock and held it
there. He was going to get all his ball juice if he had to stay
there all night.
Sean pulled away from the lip massage his cock was getting and
headed for the john. "All those babies in my ass want out now.
Especially after the way you fucked me, Dave. You really stirred
'em up!"
"Shit!" spat a guy behind me. "Just when I needed a great ass
to dump my load into. Fuck!"
"Hey, I'll take over for him," said the guy who had just been
swinging on Sean's prick. "It's the least I could do for a cock as
nice as yours."
"Done," said the new fucker. He greased up his pole and the
new fuckee's asshole and pressed it slowly in. "Damn, you're
tight. This is gonna be a great ride!"
Dave and I pulled off our rubbers and threw them into the
trash can. Other men had heard of the free fuck upstairs and were
making their way to the busy john. We were finished and might as
well make room for the next shift. Dave and I returned to the
admiring crowd. We had the smell of sex on us, so everyone knew
what we'd been doing. Most of the attention that we had enjoyed
earlier evaporated. Little did they know of our recuperative
powers.
Virgin Latino
Dave and I wandered around the bar as I introduced him to more
men that I knew. Dave was cordial and even sparkling for some of
them, but he was on the prowl for something special for us to take
home and he wasn't finding it among my acquaintances.
He was about ready to admit defeat and ask me to make a
selection when Paolo walked in. We didn't know his name then, but
we found out over the next few minutes more than his name.
"That's the one!" whispered Dave excitedly. "That's what I've
been hoping to see all night."
"Any particular reason why? He's cute and butch enough, but
so were several of the men that wanted to go home with us earlier,"
I said.
"And I'd be willing to bed any of those other guys, too, but
tonight, I really wanted to try something completely different. I
wanted to go to bed with an Hispanic," Dave confided.
"I see," I replied, not seeing at all. "And this is the one
you want to take home?"
"Fuck, yes! The guy's incredible!"
Paolo was surveying the crowd, not seeming to know or notice
anyone in particular. He also looked a little lost or perhaps
unsure why he was in a gay bar. As he looked our direction, his
gaze stopped and he zeroed in on us. I raised my glass to him and
Dave dazzled him with one of his smiles. It got a quick positive
response from Paolo. I walked over to him and Dave followed
quickly.
"Hi, my name's Mike. This is Dave."
"I'm Paolo," he said with only a slight accent. "How are you
guys tonight?"
"We're much better now that you're here," Dave blurted out.
Paolo was taken aback by Dave's forwardness and blushed. "I
wasn't sure about coming in here tonight. I'm, uh, so new to all
this gay stuff. I don't know what to do first."
"As in, you aren't sure about what gay men do and how they do
it, but your curiosity has gotten the better of you?" I asked.
"Something like that," Paolo grinned sheepishly. Then he
paused and added, "Maybe I've made a mistake."
"I don't think so," Dave said with his best smile. "You
reacted well to us from across the room. It seems to me that you
want to do something about what you've probably been thinking about
doing for a long time. This is not the time to get cold feet."
"Look," I added soothingly, "why don't we get out of here and
go some place where we can talk without the music deafening us and
the smoke polluting our lungs. Say, 'Tim's' down the street?"
Paolo looked at both of us warily. We were both a little
bigger than him. Singly, he could have taken us on if we were out
to mug him or something else he didn't want, but together, we were
two big guys that could do anything we wanted to him.
I could see that he was hesitating. His green eyes flashed
and he looked cornered. His broad shoulders squared and he was
about to say something. I cut him off before he could turn us
down.
"Paolo," I cooed in my best bedroom voice, "we promise not to
bite you (unless you want us to), and if the whole gay scene gets
too intense for you, just say so. We'll respect any limits you
want to impose. Besides, Dave is just out this last month. In
fact, his first real gay experience was with me only a few weeks
ago. You could probably learn a lot from him. Whatta ya say?"
"Please," begged Dave. "I think you're such a hot man and I
want to get to know you better. Besides, I'd hate to have you go
through your next few months stumbling over the same problems I
did."
"Well. . . ." Paolo was weakening.
"It's settled then. We're outta here." I took Paolo by the
arm and whisked him out the door and released him. "This way," I
pointed.
Paolo was so curious about what it was like to be gay. He'd
probably been a closet case for a while and the gay hormones were
burning a hole in his psyche. He couldn't resist. "Alright. I'll
join you for a while. I really do need someone to talk to about
all this and Dave's new experiences certainly could help."
"That's more like it," Dave said. "I hope we won't disappoint
you."
We got a booth in the back of 'Tim's', and ordered a small
pizza. While the order was being prepared, we finally got Paolo to
talk about his realization that he could be gay and what he was
going to do about it.
"I always heard that 'homos' wore dresses and molested little
boys. That always turned me off, but I couldn't deny my attraction
toward men. I was always checking them out at the urinals, in the
showers in school, the tight Speedos at the pool, the worn levis
(both front and back). I thought about going to the bookstores to
feel up another guy, but I always chickened out. But I did order
a couple of gay magazines through the mail and was mesmerized by
the things they did to each other. When I really thought about
what they were doing, I wasn't turned off, but was turned on by it.
I still get them out and whack off over them," Paolo concluded.
The pizza arrived and we finished it with only short
interruptions to ask him about himself, rather than about his gay
experiences or lack thereof. Dave then pressed him for more
definitive information about what he wanted to do about his lack of
gay knowledge.
"Well," Paolo started, "when I first saw you guys, I couldn't
decide which one of you I wanted to play around with. You're both
real studs and I still can't decide."
"Nothing to decide," Dave offered. "We come as a package
deal."
"You mean I could have both of you tonight!?" Paolo blurted
out loudly enough to get smiles from the booth across the aisle.
"That's the deal," I concluded.
"But, you guys are so big, I'm reluctant to take on both of
you. And at the same time I'm intrigued by your offer of gay sex.
You'll respect my limits, you said."
"Yes, I did; and it still stands. For what it's worth, Dave
and I are both lovers, not fighters. We love to have wild,
wonderful sex, but with caring and tenderness. We're just 'garden-
variety faggots'. Nothing kinky (whatever that is). Is that fair
enough?"
"You agree, Dave?" Paolo asked for reassurance.
"Yep. You see, we make love. We don't just have sex. It
makes a big difference. And I was married once (still am for that
matter), and that's worn off any rough edges I had. We really are
what we say we are, in spite of being big men," Dave said with
finality.
Paolo thought on what we said. Dave clinched it with one of
his dazzlers and a squeeze of Paolo's hand. "This is going to be
the best experience of your life. I know how loving and gentle
Mike is. He's the one who brought me out and I didn't even know I
was gay until he helped me uncover it. And with two of us, you can
have more than double the fun on your first time!" Dave was
continuing to sell us and gay sex to Paolo. It was obviously
working. The smiles and the closeness were telling. When he
finally rested a hand in each of our laps and felt our dicks, I
knew we had him.
"Fuck! You guys are BIG!" Paolo exclaimed. "This I gotta
see!"
"And feel without cloth being in the way," I added with a
wink.
"Shall we go then? Mike can drive his car and I'll ride with
you, Paolo. That way you won't get lost," Dave offered.
"Okay, Dave. I'm just down a couple of blocks," Paolo finally
agreed.
"Great! I'll meet you in front of the Pink Triangle in two
minutes. My car is parked in the opposite direction."
We paid the tab and met quickly in front of the bar. The
drive home was fast. I wanted to get into Paolo's tight running
shorts almost as much as Dave did. He sported a nice thick cock
and a very tight ass. His legs were well muscled, and his
shoulders were broad. The chest hair showed out over his collar.
This was going to be a great night in bed.
And what next for our new Latino friend? Next chapter cumming soon.
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