Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 10:37:10 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 83.

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

			 Chapter 83--San Francisco

	"Please?" Dave's "co-star" pled.  "I seldom meet men as handsome,
hunky, and well hung as you are.  I could bottom for you for hours and
hours!"

	"I already have a boyfriend," Dave smirked, nodding in my
direction.

	"I want both of you," he repeated.  "Zack says you're incredible,
too," he pressed, indicating me as the other half of "both."

	"You can trade off," Zack volunteered.  "I want to be part of this
bargain, too.  If you're even half as good as your boyfriend here, I want
that big, black dick up my ass as well."

	"We may be tops in the vids, but you know we can bottom," his
friend said.  "Got ya to cum pretty fast, too," he grinned.

	"No one's doubting your talent," Dave allowed.  "We're just not
interested in the porn business as actors, or whatever you call it."

	I wasn't sure if he meant actors or porn business, but it didn't
seem to matter.  They didn't take offense.  By now, we'd attracted a small
crowd, some of whom had watched our "performances" earlier.  Others on the
crowded street shuffled by, taking a good look at the naked actors, feeling
their round butts, and smiling.  The click of cameras continued.  "This
isn't exactly a conversation for public consumption," I warned.

	Zack moved closer to me.  He took my right hand and placed it on
his left ass cheek.  "Feel how nice that is," he smiled.  "Don't you want
another ride?  I sure do!"  I looked over at Dave, who was getting similar
treatment (including a kiss).  "I want that big dick up my ass again, but
longer this time," he purred in my ear.  "I love your hot, hairy chest,
too.  But, that big-headed dick is what really gets me goin'," he added
running one hand across my furry chest and the other up the leg of my
shorts, feeling my wet, sticky dick.  "I'll bet your cum tastes good, too."
His dick was rising again, as was mine.  "You have good recovery," he
added, squeezing my hardening dick.  "I like that."

	"No complaints," I smiled, checking on Dave again.  He was
evidently weakening, too.  "I need a conference with my boyfriend before we
turn you down flat," I laughed.

	"Please, don't!" he begged.  "This ass needs you!" he insisted,
bending over and winking his lubed asshole at me.

	"Very tempting," I assured him, moving towards Dave.

	"I'll take a turn at that if he doesn't," a voice nearby said.  I
didn't know who it was, but the look on Zack's face indicated that his
interest was focused on me, not some "interloper."

	Dave broke away from his friend and took a step in my direction
with a grin that settled the discussion before it occurred (as if the huge
bulge in his frayed shorts didn't!).  "They sure are hungry," he grinned.
"Whatcha think?"

	"You won't get an argument from me," I replied.  "Zack's sure
eager.  What else did we have planned for the evening?" I asked
rhetorically.

	Dave smiled.  "Morgan's hungry for another ride, too," Dave
confirmed.  "And he made it very clear that he wants you as well."

	"So did Zack," I smiled.  "He's got a thing for big, black dicks,
he says."

	"Sounds like an accomplished bottom," Dave observed, "just like
Morgan."

	Morgan and Zack had drifted closer, hoping to influence our
deliberations.  "But, we're good tops, too," Morgan interjected, "if that
makes a difference.  It's our public persona, anyway."  I glanced his
direction, checking out both men, again.  They did have a very masculine
look about them.  Zack was taller by a couple of inches at about six foot
tall, but Morgan had more bulging muscles.  That's not to detract from
Zack's heavily muscled body, though.  Both had short, light brown hair,
blue eyes, and were clean- shaven.  Clearly, they were typecast as tops,
because of their very muscular, gym-toned bodies and thick 8" and 9" dicks
(Zack having the bigger one).  But, they didn't seem to mind being tops for
the vids.  However, it was obvious from the way they so eagerly bent over
for us in the booth, that they preferred being bottoms.  Zack's hungry ass
deserved another round.  Dave's grin and hard, obscene lump agreed with me,
but was more directed at Morgan.  I'd have to try some of Morgan's ass,
too.

	"It seems that you've persuaded us," I grinned at them.  "What time
do you get away from here?"

	"YES!" they exulted in unison, with clenched fists pulled
downwards.

	"When the Street Fair ends at 6:00 p.m.," Morgan said.  "You wanna
come to my place or your hotel?"

	"You have a big enough bed for all of us?" Dave asked.

	"Oh, well, no," he said crestfallen.  "Zack?"

	"I'm just in town for the Fair.  I'm staying with friends," he
sighed.  "You have a big bed at your hotel?"

	"Yeah, a California king," I smiled.
	
	"Fuckin' AWESOME!" Zack laughed.  "Big enough for all of us!"

	As we'd been conversing, several more men had taken groping
liberties with their bare butts and elongated dicks.  "We'd better get back
to the booth, before Jim comes after us with a stick," Morgan said,
reaching up and clasping Dave's head in his hands.  "See ya later,
Gorgeous," he added, kissing Dave on the lips.  Zack grinned and did the
same to me, but added another grope under my shorts of my thickened, and
still sticky dick.  He licked off his fingers as he moved away, pushing
Morgan ahead of him, his hands on Morgan's round, muscular ass.

	From the next booth, we could see through to their studio booth.
Zack's flopping dick pushed against the ass trench of Jim's loosely lowered
shorts, grasping him about the chest with his big arms and grinding his
dick into Jim's ass.  Jim laughed and shrugged him off.  "I could use
another kind of help, Zack.  You, too, Morgan."

	They huddled for a few seconds with glances and smiles in our
direction.  "Yeah, we did," I heard Morgan say.  "Eat your heart out, Jim."
I couldn't hear Jim's response.  "I'll ask," Morgan beamed.  He beckoned us
back, opening the back of the booth.  Dave already knew what he wanted to
say, and so did I.  "Jim's interested, too.  The best bottom in the
business," he added.  We stood next to Jim and checked him out.  He towered
over his video partners at 6'4", but was only slightly taller than us.  His
slender, swimmer's build emphasized his large, square pecs and
delicious-looking bubble butt.

	"Sure," Dave agreed.  "I'm sure we can figure out a way to keep
everyone busy and happy."

	I nodded eagerly, then, slipped two fingers down the back of Jim's
loosened shorts, wiggling them deep in his ass furrow.  He thrust his ass
back into my fingers, opening his frequently fucked asshole.  Jim turned
his head and nuzzled my neck.  "I hope you intend to fuck me at least as
much as you fuck them," he murmured.  "I love big dicks!"

	"I'll do my best to service all of you," I whispered back.  "And so
will Dave."

	"Yeah, love a monster cock like his plowing my butt!"

	"Bubble butts are a specialty of mine," Dave leered.  "You have a
favorite position to get fucked?"

	"Face to face," Jim instantly replied.  "I love watching my man's
face as he cums up my ass."

	"We'll have to see what we can do about that," Dave smiled.

	After we left the booth, again, Dave said, "What have we gotten
ourselves into?  Can we service those three very hungry bottoms?"

	"I'm sure we can keep them well filled and drilled," I replied.
"We sure kept Jamie happy last night."

	"But, he was only one guy.  We had a chance to recover after each
fuck," Dave pointed out.  "This is THREE very hunky, very hungry butts."

	"You don't have an off switch, Dave," I reminded him.  "You'll be
up for it, I'm sure."

	We slowly shuffled our way along the south side of the street for
another two blocks before we turned around and headed back.  The street
wasn't continuously packed as it had been in previous years, but it was
still very crowded at the Powerhouse.  We smiled at the three men in the
video booth as we passed them, again.  Morgan and Zack waved their dicks at
us.  Jim wiggled his bubble butt, dropping the loosely fastened shorts far
enough for us to see his winking asshole.  Camera shutters clicked like
crickets.

	Rather than hang around until six, we went to the Eagle and hung
out with a hot group of men.  They were nearly as friendly as Morgan and
Zack, but only went for the gropes of our dicks and butts.  We returned the
exploratory greetings.  One very good- looking daddy type offered himself
and his "boy" for some fun at their place.  "Show them your hot ass, Boy,"
he commanded.  The "boy" dutifully grinned and dropped his shorts to his
knees.  "Feel how tight and hot his ass is," Daddy directed.  "His hole's
real deep, too," he added, sliding two fingers deeply inside the younger
man and finger- fucking him a few times.  He extracted the fingers and
licked them off.  "Yeah, sweet tasting butthole.  Still has his daddy's cum
inside."

	Boy pulled up his pants, smiling.  "And I've never found a dick I
couldn't deep- throat, too," he bragged.  Nearly simultaneously, they
stooped slightly and sucked our right nipples between their lips, groping
at our dicks at the same time.  Whether or not they knew there was a direct
connection between my dick and my nipple, it didn't matter.  Daddy found
out quickly, as I instantly went hard.  Dave had a similar reaction.
"Damn, Daddy," Boy said.  "He's got a monster dick," he added, squatting
before Dave and sucking Dave's black horsedick deeply into his mouth.

	"Nice one here, too, Boy," Daddy smiled.  "Sticky from cumming
recently, I'd guess," he laughed.  Boy was on me instantly, deep-throating
me immediately, sucking off the last traces of my previous load shot up
Zack's ass.

	"Both of them have, Daddy," the boy observed, grinning up at his
mentor.  "But, I want both of them to cum up my butt, Daddy."

	Dave interrupted their discussion.  "Uh, we already have a
commitment for the evening.  Sorry."

	I reluctantly pulled away from the skilled "boy" who'd resumed
cleaning off my hard dick.  Boy stood up, disappointed.

	"Perhaps, another time?" I suggested.

	"You live here?" Daddy asked.

	"No.  Just in town for the Street Fair," Dave related.  "Heading
for home later in the week, but heading to my brother's place in Sacramento
tomorrow morning."

	"Fuckin' shame," Daddy sighed.  "See what you missed?" he said,
having pulled out of the leg hole of his pants a very FAT dick, probably 8"
long.  It looked like it was thicker than a beer can.  I was impressed.
"One of you has to be a bottom and would love to be fucked by this, while
my boy took your dick up his sweet boy ass."

	"We both know how to take a big dick up the ass," I assured him.

	"Sweet," Daddy grinned.  "You'd love a ride on my big dick."

	"Only one at a time would be riding your 'boy'," Dave pointed out.
"You up for some bottoming for us, Daddy."

	Daddy smiled.  "No, I don't bottom," he said firmly.  He leaned in
closely and whispered.  "For you two, I'd take it up the ass, though.  But,
around here, I have a very butch reputation to uphold."

	"Daddy's a very good bottom," his "boy" revealed in a whispered
grin.

	"Every Daddy needs to have that deep itch scratched once in a
while," Daddy allowed.  He paused, then, kissed me and stroked Dave's
exposed dick, being sucked on by the "boy" again.  "You sure you have to
leave?" Daddy pressed.

	"Yeah, we promised three guys that we'd meet them later," Dave
sighed.  "Too bad, though.  We could have had some fun with you," he added,
twisting Daddy's right nipple just enough to make Daddy groan.  Boy had
turned and was trying to get Dave's big dick up his ass.  The big head had
disappeared and the thick shaft would have followed, if Dave hadn't pulled
away.  "There's a time and place for everything," he smiled, pulling Boy to
his feet.  "I know I'd love to fuck your boy, Daddy (and you, too), but
another time, I think," he whispered.

	Meanwhile, Daddy's fingers had moved down my deep ass trench and
rubbed against my tight butthole.  "Make it worth your while," he smiled at
me.  "You'd never regret it.  Boy and I are very good in bed.  We can cum
several times in one night.  And Boy loves to service big dicks," he
rattled on, trying to encourage us to break our date with Jim, Morgan, and
Zack.

	"Sorry," I said, moving away from him.  "We promised."

	"I hope they're good," Daddy smiled, sniffing and licking his
fingers.  "Your butthole sure tastes fine!"

	"They are," Dave said, ignoring the comment about my asshole.  "We
already know."

	"But, you don't know how good we are," Daddy insisted.  "We're the
best rimmers in San Francisco, besides being the best Daddy/Son team
around."

	"Perhaps," Dave acquiesced, "but we did promise."

	"So, when will you be back in town?" Daddy wondered.

	"Certainly for the next Folsom Street Fair," I volunteered.

	"That's not for another year," Daddy protested.  "I want you before
then.  WE want you before then."

	Dave looked at me and I nodded.  "Come visit us, then," Dave
suggested.  He produced our card and gave it to Daddy.  "We're home most of
the time."

	Daddy checked out the card, noting our names and phone numbers.
"We'll come visit soon.  I know you have to be even better in bed than you
are in this crowd of men."

	We nodded slyly.  "Not a complaint, yet," I smirked.  "I'm gonna
hold you to that promise to get fucked, Daddy," I whispered in his ear as I
nuzzled his neck.  "And you, Boy!  You'll be introduced to more big dicks
than you thought existed when you come see us and our friends."

	Boy was excited.  "Can we go soon, Daddy?"

	"We'll see, Boy," Daddy smiled, indulgently.

	At 5:30, we returned to the Street Fair.  Most of the people were
gone, the booths being packed up early.  A cold fog was racing into the
city.  We stopped by the video booth, reminded the three men where we were
staying and headed back to the hotel.  "I feel like I need shower," Dave
moaned as we walked into the small, hotel elevator.  "We've been busy and
quite popular," he laughed.

	"New meat in town," I opined.  "Happens all the time."  Dave
frowned.  "Well, in your case, you'd be the Belle-of-the-Ball anywhere."

	"Same to you, Mr. Furry Tits," he grinned, racing away from me
after he'd pulled both of my cold-erected nipples.

	"If we didn't have those men coming over soon, I'd fuck you to
death in the shower, just for being a wiseass," I warned, after I'd caught
up with him at our door.

	"That's not much of a threat," he giggled.  "I can get that anytime
I want.  And it certainly isn't a punishment.  NOT getting fucked by you
would be a punishment."

	"Get your ass into the room before I fuck you here in front of all
our neighbors."

	The hotel had a mixed clientele.  During this particular weekend,
it was full, mostly of gay men.  But, there were a few families here as
well.  I'm sure they were getting the education of their lives, despite our
attempts at civility.

	Shortly after six, the telephone rang.  Our guests had arrived and
were at the front desk, asking for permission to join us in our room.  We
told the desk clerk to let them in.  Greeting them at the door, they
produced a "housewarming" gift: their latest video in DVD format.  All
three had signed the cover.

	"We needs showers," Morgan said.  Dave called housekeeping for more
towels.  They were delivered within ten minutes.  As each freshly scrubbed
man came out of the bathroom, he was attacked and fucked by both of us.
The only thing that saved him from this tag-team anal assault was the
arrival of the next man.  And the only thing that kept us from creaming our
condoms was the timely switching of places and the arrival of a new man.
Cooling our overheated sex engines was welcomed.  But, by the time our last
conquest (Jim) arrived, Morgan and Zack had counterattacked.

	Morgan had gravitated to Dave, again, with Zack clinging to me.  If
I were fucking Jim, Zack's tongue or dick would be up my ass, and Dave
would be fucking Morgan.  When Dave was fucking Jim, Morgan would be
fucking or rimming Dave, and I'd be fucking Zack.  In the time it took to
switch, we'd scale back from our impending climax enough to forestall a
quick rush over the edge.  Jim always had a spare dick in his mouth,
generally Morgan or Zack.  We were a busy quintet.

	But, nothing that good could last.  I was the first one to lose it.
Slowly fucking Zack after Jim had been savagely milking my hard dick with
his talented butt, I was trying valiantly to refrain from cumming.  But,
Zack would have none of that.  He knew I was close and wanted my load in
his ass, instead of sprayed on his face like last time.  In a doggie style
position, Zack reached behind us and grabbed my ass with both hands,
pulling me tightly into him.  His butt gripped and milked me mercilessly.
I warned him that I was very close.  "Then, FUCK me!" he roared.  "HARD!"

	His grip on my butt lessened slightly, only enough to allow some
hip action to propel my hard, swollen prick into his munching ass and
withdraw a few inches.  It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't given me
some space to thrust my hips.  I'd already hit my climax wall and breached
it.  No more than three deep slams into him and I was bellowing like a bull
servicing his first cow of the season.  His hard, muscle ass drank deeply
of my dick sauce.  He pushed back into me, then, plunged forward into Jim's
sucking mouth.  As his climax raced over him, his butt channel chewed and
licked at my sensitive dick.  Jim swallowed Zack's load, groaning at the
pleasure of Zack's tasty cum and Dave's big, black dick up Jim's hungry,
eager asshole.

	"Damn!" Zack cried after I'd pulled out and he'd disconnected from
Jim.  "I've never felt a guy cum in my ass whose dick jerked as hard as
yours does.  It felt like we were barebacking!"

	The muscleman on Dave's back pumped him wildly, sensing the
breaking of other cum dams.  Morgan hung on to Dave's big chest, clasping
tightly as he lunged harder into Dave's willing ass.  His muscles bunched
and bulged as his hips rammed and pumped into Dave, releasing a torrent of
warm cum into the condom.  Dave's smile told me that he was enjoying the
big man on his back, pumping the condom full of creamy jizz.  When Morgan
returned to some control, Dave dragged him along, climbing to a big climax
into Jim.  Powerfucking Jim just the way he loved it, Dave crammed all 11"
of his thick dick up Jim's hungry hole and pumped out a flood of
condom-filling baby gravy.

	Three condoms were emptied on to Jim's chest as the rest of us
hungrily licked it off.  Jim sprinkled his watery load over the four
cum-licking men.

	We rested and talked about the porno industry, telling them of our
acquaintance with Brad.  Only one of them knew of him.  Of course, it was
Jim.  "Fuck!  Biggest damned dick I've ever seen on anyone!" he crowed.
"You wouldn't believe this guy.  Get his vids," he told his costars.  "He's
incredible."

	"We can attest to that," I smirked.  That remark required a
retelling of how we met him and what he was currently doing, including the
domestic situation with his new boyfriend, Steve, and Steve's sons.

	Relating all those delicious details got everyone horny again, so
we had a five- way butt-munching session.  Everyone had a good time chewing
on a hot muscle ass, moaning eagerly to mount someone soon.  But, we
delayed the butt plugging until all of us were so sexually aroused, there
was no holding us back.  I had the pleasure of servicing Morgan's ass,
while Dave rode Zack.  Jim backed on to Morgan, then, Zack, moving back and
forth until both of them had cum in his condom-protected butt.  We
continued hammering on our "costars" until Dave cut loose, pushing me over
the cum- cliff only seconds later.

	But, the evening couldn't go on much longer.  All three of our
guests had "real" jobs that required their attendance in the morning.  Zack
left first, as he had a midnight flight to catch to Los Angeles.  With the
increased security at the airport, he had to be there two hours before
departure time.  That meant he had to catch the shuttle bus to the airport
no later than 9:15, allowing for traffic troubles.  Showering one last
time, he slipped out the door, wearing real clothes.  Jim and Morgan stayed
a little longer, getting another deep fuck from us.  Morgan took me on
face-to-face in an unbelievably sensual session of lovemaking, while Dave
and Jim fucked like rabbits.

	As Jim showered, I asked Morgan about our last session.  "You're a
hot lover, Morgan.  What are you doing in porno?  You should have a lover
to appreciate your lovemaking skills," I said.

	"I just broke up with my boyfriend.  He couldn't handle the porno
side of me.  He wanted monogamy and I couldn't give it to him.  I'm
basically an exhibitionist who loves to fuck for the camera," he sighed.
"I'll not find someone in this business who wants what I want as far as sex
goes, doesn't get crazy when I fuck with hot men on camera, and has more
between his ears than where his next fuck is.  I'll surely never find what
I'm looking for in this business," he repeated.

	"I'm sure there's someone out there," Dave assured him.  "How long
have you been in the 'business'?"

	"Less than a year."

	"How many films have you done?" I asked.

	"About ten or so."

	"No one turned your crank in all that time?" Dave pressed.

	"Sexually?  Sure, lots of times.  But, no one who knew how to make
love, certainly no one who was versatile enough to satisfy me," he sighed.

	"Could have been the plot got in the way, Morgan?" Dave offered.

	"Plot?  What movies have you been watching?" Morgan laughed.

	"Don't you get a chance to get you know your costars before you
fuck on film?" I wondered.

	"Haven't so far," Morgan replied.  "We get a few minutes to get
acquainted, get clear on what roles we'll be playing and some camera
angles, and the general premise of what the vids trying to do for a story
line, that sort of thing."

	"You never dated or tried to date any of them afterwards?" I asked.

	"Never.  By the time we were done with the shoot, there would be
something about the guy that I wasn't happy about, so I'd just split."

	"Such as?" Dave pondered.

	"Oh, the usual sorta stuff.  I'm always with a bottom, of course,
and some of them are so nelly, I nearly lose my hard-on.  Others treat me
like a piece of meat; all muscle, no brains, and they believe my public
persona of being exclusively a top.  It goes downhill from there."

	"Sounds grim," Dave sighed.

	"It can be, but overall, it ain't bad.  The money is good, but not
great.  And you get to fuck some hot butts most of the time," he grinned.
"You know, the sex is pretty good.  But, I miss the real lovemaking that
you get from a good man, like a boyfriend will give you, or like you two
know how to do, someone who can fuck your lights out and still be willing
to take it up the ass, too."

	"Just takes some practice and the right man," I grinned.  Dave
nodded.

	Jim left the bathroom, pulling on his clothes with his ass wiggling
in our faces.  We all had to have a taste before he got his pants pulled
up.  Of course, he did that on purpose, but we didn't mind at all.  "Damn!"
he said as he put on a light jacket.  "It's hot guys like you that make a
bottom like me wish we didn't have to wear condoms.  That's just so fuckin'
HOT to get you butthole sprayed with a big man's cum!" he crowed.

	"Just remember you can't, Jim," Morgan reminded him.

	"I know," he sighed.  "But," he grinned, "I'm working on a
boyfriend right now.  We've been very good, condoms all the time for
another two months.  Then, they come off and we fuck bareback like
animals."

	"Remember, Jim," Morgan warned.  "You're trusting this man with
your life."

	"I'm less worried about him than most men.  He's never been fucked,
and wants to fuck me all the time," he smiled.

	"Well," I said patting his bubble butt, "I admire his taste in hot
asses."

	"Thanks," Jim grinned widely.  He gave us both a kiss and a grope.
"See ya later, Morgan.  You're always a great fuck," he added with a kiss
and grope for him, too.

	"I'd better get my ass outta here, too," Morgan said rising from
the bed and heading for the bathroom for a shower.  "You've been terrific.
But, I need to hit the gym and get home and get some sleep.  I need to be
bright-eyed for work tomorrow."
	
	"What do you do?  For work, I mean," Dave laughed.  "I already know
what you do in bed, and it's VERY good!"
	
	"I'm a cop," he smirked.

	"You're shittin' me!" I blanched.

	"Nope, been one for three years now.  One of San Francisco's
finest, as they say."

	"What kind of cop?"

	"Traffic, but I'm hoping to get into fraud, soon.  It's more fun
there, even though you don't meet a better grade of people," he laughed.
"And it's less dangerous.  In this town, people are crazy drivers.  Running
red lights is almost a fine art the way these goons do it, even with the
new cameras and strobe lights at some intersections.  The big fines don't
seem to get their attention, either."

	"I've noticed that, too," I nodded.  "They seem to drive by a
different set of rules here than at home.  For one thing, they drive much
faster."

	"It's the pace of life here," he sighed.  "It makes everyone
over-schedule themselves to get it all done, so they're racing from one
appointment to another.  Then, I pull them over for doing what they
shouldn't and I get a ration of shit, because I'm making them late."  He
grinned, then, said, "Those are the assholes that I deliberately take even
more time to write up the ticket."

	After his shower, he kissed us good night, promising to keep in
touch after I'd pressed our card into his hand.  "We'd love to see you,
again.  Please, come visit us?" I urged.

	"That goes for me, too, Morgan," Dave smiled.

	"For two of the hottest men I've ever encountered anywhere, you
won't be able to keep me away with the cavalry," he laughed.  "You have any
single friends who need a good friend?"

	"We have several, but I'm not sure they'd move to San Francisco,"
Dave said.

	"That's okay," Morgan replied.  "Porno movies are shot in many
locations.  There's nothing that dictates that I must be here.  Besides,
they can always use an experienced cop in most of the big cities."

	"That reminds me," I smiled, "we know a gay cop at home, great big
dude.  Everyone calls him Robocop."  Morgan laughed at the name.  "I kid
you not!  He's like 6'6" and weighs better than 250.  He's also got a hot
boyfriend who's a professional football player."

	"They're another black and white couple like us," Dave interjected.

	"Already, I'm excited to visit you," Morgan laughed.  "But, they're
a couple. That doesn't do me any good."

	"Just an example of the men we know," I said.  "There are many who
aren't taken, yet."

	With another kiss and friendly grope of his muscular ass, we sent
him home.

	"What's the plan for tomorrow?" Dave asked after we'd tumbled into
bed to watch some television.  The channel choices weren't very good, so we
turned it off.

	"We'll do breakfast in the Castro district, then, head out to
Sacramento," I suggested.  "Did you have a particular time in mind?"

	"I told Duane and Carol we'd be there after noon.  Carol hasn't
gone back to work yet, so she'll be home when we arrive.  But, I think we
need to pick up the rental car first thing tomorrow morning."

	"Have you called to confirm the time?"

	"No, I should have done that already.  But, in this big city, they
should still be there."  Dave rummaged through several pages of the phone
book before finding the rental car company Brad had made the reservation
with.  He confirmed our reservation and suggested a time to pick up the
car.  They said one of their employees would come by with the car at 8:30.
He'd take us back to the office to finish the paperwork and show us the
whistles and bells on the car.

	"What kinda car did Brad get us?" I asked when Dave had terminated
the call.

	Dave grinned broadly.  "Mercedes SLK 320."

	"Okay," I acknowledged, having no idea what model that was.
"What's that?"

	"That hot little convertible with a V-6 that Mercedes makes."

	"Oh, very nice," I smiled.  "But, can we fit in it.  You know we
can't sit in the Lexus SC 430.  We're both too tall."

	"I didn't think of that," he conceded.  "Well, we'll just have to
drive with the top down all the time.  You know it'll be hot in the
valley."

	"True enough.  What time do we have to be ready?"

	"8:30."

	"Lots of time to try to make you pregnant," I smiled rolling over
on top of him.  "Lots of time," I repeated, kissing him.

	The next morning, we checked out of the hotel and waited for our
car in the lobby.  "Did you enjoy your stay with us?" our favorite, black
desk clerk asked.

	"Very much so.  Can't you tell by the smiles on our faces?" Dave
grinned.

	"That probably wasn't a function of our hotel," he leered back.

	"It could have been better, I suppose," I added to the
conversation.  "You could have welcomed us personally."

	He blushed and looked down at his computer.  "My boyfriend would
have divorced me if he ever found out.  And this face is an open book," he
laughed.  "I could never put one over on him."

	"Better, then, that you were good," Dave agreed.

	"How'd you enjoy the Street Fair?" the clerk asked, quickly
changing the subject.

	"Very much, indeed," I volunteered.

	"We met some very good men," Dave added.

	"I'm sure you did," the clerk deadpanned.

	A new, red Mercedes convertible pulled into the breezeway between
the parking structure and the lobby.  "I think that's our ride," Dave said.
"Thanks for the hospitality.  If the boyfriend ever puts you on a longer
leash, we're available."  The desk clerk blushed again.

	After signing the papers to rent the car on a one-way trip to
Sacramento (dropping it off at the airport there for an additional
surcharge), we headed to the Castro district.  We parked a few feet away
from The Patio Restaurant.  As Dave got out to plug the meter, I walked
down the hill to get us a table for breakfast.  "SHIT!" I exploded.  "Don't
put any money in the meter, Dave.  The fuckin' place is closed!"
	
	"What happened?"

	"Beats the shit out of me," I fumed disgustedly.  "This was a great
place.  The food was great, service was very good, and the added light from
a raised roof made it a terrific dining experience."

	"I wonder why they closed, then?" Dave said.

	"Who knows?  It could be taxes, loss of lease, not blowing the
landlord often enough.  Well, FUCK!" I blustered again.

	"There have to be other places on the street that do breakfast on a
Monday morning," Dave suggested.

	I sighed heavily.  "Yeah, there are.  A couple of them, up the hill
toward Market Street.  Let's get back in the car and find a place closer to
park."  Although we didn't find a place to park on the street, there were
several slots available down a short alleyway on the right side, behind one
of the buildings.  Putting in enough change for an hour, we walked back to
Castro Street and dashed across to the other side.  "There are two
restaurants: the Welcome Home and The Cove," I said.  "I'm gonna suggest
The Cove as it's lighter.  That assumes we can get a table."  I led the
way.

	The sign inside the doorway advised us to choose our own table.  As
there was one available in the window on the left side, we selected that
one.  A waiter arrived quickly, handing us menus, offering coffee.  "I'd
rather have a very large glass of cranberry juice," Dave said.

	"Make that two," I added.

	"Coming right up, gentlemen," he said, appraising us openly.  While
we waited for him to reappear, we engaged in blatant people watching.  I
checked out the patrons in the restaurant, while Dave ogled the men walking
by on the street.  A bright, sunny day put a smile on nearly everyone's
face, inside and outside The Cove.

	Our waiter returned with our juice and took our orders.  More men
arrived while we waited, sizing us up, smiling.  One asked if we were new
in town.  Another wondered if we were in porno films.  We assured both that
we weren't.

	A couple of cute "twinkies" sat at the table next to us, but they
only had eyes for each other.  We enjoyed the anonymity.
	
	"Check out this guy, Mike: the one with the leather vest," Dave
whispered.  I glanced briefly outside, but caught only a glimpse of him.

	"Cute?" I asked.

	"He keeps walking back and forth, looking in the window at us.  He
looks familiar," Dave answered.

	"I only saw his back and not much of that," I replied.

	"Keep checking outside.  He'll come back again, I'm sure."  I
watched for a few seconds, but was frequently distracted by another diner,
sitting four tables away.  "There he is," Dave whispered.  I spun quickly
and saw whom he meant.  He was familiar.  But, from whence did I know him?
He smiled in at us and waved.  We waved back.  He came inside and grinned
down at us.  He stood about 6' tall, weighed about 180 or 190; his big,
bronzed chest sported a nice blanket of hair over his rounded pecs, his
muscular arms complimenting his bulging shoulders.  The Levi's he wore were
too small, but we enjoyed the view of his round, high butt and bulging
crotch.

	"I didn't think I'd see you again before you left town," he said.
"Darren, from The Pendulum?  We met briefly on Saturday evening?"

	"Oh, yes, of course," Dave smiled.  "I knew you were familiar, but
with all the men we've seen this weekend, I couldn't recall where."

	"Would you like to join us for breakfast?" I asked.

	"Thanks, but I've already eaten.  I was just waiting for my
boyfriend to pick me up.  We're driving down to Los Angeles to continue our
vacation.  I know you must have met him as well at The Pendulum," he added.
We stared blankly at him.  I've never been good with names, but I couldn't
even resurrect a face to go with this good-looking man.  Dave was as
equally perplexed.  "You'll know him when you see him."

	"I'm sure we will," Dave said.

	"We stayed in a bed and breakfast in the Castro this weekend, so
Jerrod's getting the car and paying the bill.  I told him I'd walk up
Castro toward Market and check out the hunky men," he laughed.  "Looks like
I struck gold."  He glanced through the window again, trying to spot his
boyfriend's car.

	"How about a coffee for the road, then?" Dave suggested.  "Flag him
down and tell him to park behind that building over there," he indicated,
pointing to the same place our rented Mercedes was parked.

	"Thanks.  I'm sure we have enough time to do that!" he nearly
shouted, bolting from our table and out the door.  In a few seconds, he
waved down a car, had a brief conversation with the driver, and came back
inside.  "Jerrod'll be right in," he said breathlessly.  "I remember you
are Dave and Mike, but I don't remember which is which," he apologized.

	After getting him straightened out on the correct names, we waved
down our server, and asked for two cups of coffee for our friends.  By the
time he brought them, Jerrod had entered.  Darren made the introductions,
then, sat next to Dave.  Jerrod sat next to me.  To say he was a mountain
of hunky male flesh would be damning with faint praise.  Jerrod had to be
6'8", 260 pounds, and as handsome as they make them.  His high, round
bubble butt couldn't be hidden in his long, fleece warm-up pants, nor could
the large, swinging dickhead that pressed against the fabric.  If I didn't
have Dave, I'd have given Darren a contest for Jerrod's affections.  For
that matter, why hadn't we worked on this couple when we were in The
Pendulum?  Jamie must have had us too dazzled already by the time we met
Darren and Jerrod.

	"I'm sorry that we didn't connect on Saturday," Jerrod said,
looking at me.  "Did you hit the Street Fair Sunday?"  I nodded.  "Fuck!
Didn't see ya there.  I know I'd have remembered you.  And your boyfriend,"
he quickly added.

	"We got kinda busy, but surely, we'd never have missed you.  We
must have been on opposite sides of the street with the booths between us
all day long," Dave suggested.

	"Very likely," Jerrod smiled.  "We've been to these Fairs for
several years now, and we miss guys from home all the time who were here at
the same time."

	"You've been together for several years, then?" I asked.

	"Yeah, going on nine years next month," Darren beamed.  "I don't
know how I got so lucky to keep this one around."

	"You brought my ass out of the closet, that's how," Jerrod laughed.
"Besides, you're damned good in bed!"

	"Flattery will get you anything you want, Jer," Darren grinned.

	"Where you guys from?" Dave asked.  "Darren said you were heading
to Los Angeles to continue your vacation."

	"Yeah, we have the rest of two weeks to do Disneyland, Universal
Studios, and the rest of it before we head home," Jerrod said.  He went on
at some length (during which time our breakfast arrived) about the other
places they were hoping to see, before he said that he was from our
hometown!

	"I knew you were familiar when I saw you at The Pendulum," Darren
said.  But, I couldn't place you.  I thought you might just be a familiar
face from previous Street Fairs."

	"Where do you know us from?" I asked.

	"Well, if nothing else, television," Jerrod smiled.  "You made
quite a splash locally."

	"How come we never see you out?" Dave pressed.

	"We don't go out," Jerrod said.  "I can't stand the smoky bars."

	"Nor the attitude," Darren laughed.

	"But, you're both in great shape.  Why not at the gym, for
instance?" Dave wondered.

	"We do the Nautilus Gym downtown," Jerrod said.  "Which one do you
go to?"

	"24-Hour Fitness in the Hollywood district," Dave volunteered.

	"Well, there you are," Darren said.  "Our paths just haven't
crossed.  How long have you been together?"

	"Just over a year," I replied.  "Dave's pretty new at the gay
thing.  I kinda brought him out of the closet like you did for Jerrod."

	"Oh, TELL!" Darren nearly squealed.  "I love to know how other guys
did it, too."

	Dave reprised his coming out story with all the salacious details.
I had little to say, as Jerrod's big dick was obscenely tenting his warm-up
pants, and distracting my attention from Dave's retelling.  I slid my hand
under the table and squeezed the monster dickhead.  A big drop of precum
stained the material.  Jerrod's big meaty hand caressed my bulge as Dave
completed the story.  By the look on Dave's face, Darren was taking the
measure of Dave's dick, too.  When Dave finished, our breakfast had been
consumed and Jerrod started relating his tale of how Darren had seduced
him.

	Before he began, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna
cum if you don't stop that.  And I have no place to change clothes.  But,
when we get back home, your ass is mine!"

	"So is yours," I promised, releasing his throbbing dick and
slipping a couple of fingers down his deep, muscular ass trench.

	"I'll take that as a promise," he smiled.  "Assuming, of course,
you're big enough."

	"Is nine enough?"

	"Everything about you reminds me so much of Darren," he laughed.
"That's just one more thing."

	"What about your equipment to service me?" I smiled.  "Big enough?"

	"A foot of prime, ass-stretchin', black meat," he promised.  "You
wouldn't expect less from a man my size, would you?"

	Our voices had risen to include Dave and Darren.  "You seem to be
negotiating some horizontal time," Darren smiled.  "I hope it includes us
as well."

	"Oh, I think you can count on that," Dave answered for me.  "We're
always a set."

	"Excellent!" Darren laughed.  "So are we.  Well, get on with your
story, Dear," he prompted.

	"It ain't pretty, but it's what happened," Jerrod began.  "A little
background to set the stage, I think.  I'd finished my third year as a Pro,
but in a game at the end of the playoff season, my knees were badly
injured.  The opposition got a clipping penalty, but my knees were fucked.
I didn't know that at the time, but I knew they hurt like hell.  A week
before that, my girlfriend dumped me.  I won't go into all the reasons, but
I think the major one was that someone else was boning her.  Can't say that
I blame her too much.  I was eating, breathing, and sleeping football
almost nine months out of the year.

	"So, after a short stay in the hospital to repair some of the
damage, I was convalescing at home.  I was feeling sorry for myself on a
Friday or Saturday night. I don't recall which."

	"Friday, Jer," Darren broke in.  "I remember it well."

	"Okay, Friday," Jerrod grinned.  "I was mad at the world and didn't
care whom I took it out on.  I'd just been in to see the doctor who'd told
me that my knees were so fucked up, I might not play football, again.  You
add all that up, and I was one unhappy boy.  So, I went out, and got
totally smashed, generally acting like an asshole at every turn."

	"Tell them where you were when I found you," Darren grinned.

	"I was getting to that.  But, it ain't pretty, certainly not right
after breakfast," he sighed.  "So, there I was, no girlfriend, no career,
fucked knees, feeling sorry for myself, and hurling my stomach contents
into the gutter grates."  We made a face.  "Yeah, not pretty.  So, I'm
sitting on the curb, my head between my legs, thinking about upchucking
again when this guy shows up, asks me if I'm gonna make it."

	"He said, 'I'll live', then, threw up, again," Darren laughed.
"What an introduction!"

	"Lord, have mercy!  I'd had WAY too much to drink.  I'm a big guy
and had never hit my limit like that before.  This was approaching alcohol
poisoning, and I knew it.  So, this guy sits down on the curb next to me
and puts his arm around my shoulders, telling me that I'll be all right.
The fact that someone took an interest in me when I was so far down had a
deep impact on me.  I started crying."

	"Gawd!  Can't you just see it!  This great big, black dude is
sobbing at curbside, spilling his emotional guts to me, a perfect stranger.
Of course, he punctuated his diatribe about his screwed up life with
occasional returns to his new friend, the gutter grate," Darren laughed.

	"It wasn't funny at the time," Jerrod said slightly peeved.

	"At the time, it wasn't.  I was genuinely concerned about you.  The
way you were going on and on about your fucked up life, I thought you might
be considering suicide," Darren said.

	"Well, I wasn't, but I might have without your interference."

	"I'm glad I did interfere.  You were in no shape to drive home."

	"Yeah, that's when you offered to call me a cab or drive me home,"
Jerrod continued.  "But, that's not exactly how he said it.  'Give me your
keys or I'm calling you a cab to get you home.  You sure as hell can't keep
drinking,' he said to me.  Well, I didn't want to leave my Mercedes
downtown to get vandalized or towed away and I knew I was in no shape to
drive.  So, I checked this guy out.  He looked like he was built, but I'm a
lot bigger and a big, badass football player.  I knew I could take care of
this little white boy!"

	"He was so drunk, he couldn't have subdued a boy scout," Darren
laughed.

	"So true!  But, the alcohol was talking to me, not reason.  So, I
decided to let this guy drive me home.  We got into the car and he asked
for my wallet.  I nearly decked him, but he immediately followed that up
with the explanation that he needed to find my driver's license, so he'd
know where to take me home."

	"I could see instantly that I'd approached this the wrong way,"
Darren added.  "This big guy didn't know me from anyone.  I could have been
about to roll him for his money, as drunk as he was. But, I had to get his
attention with the need for his home address."

	"You could have just asked for the address," Dave suggested.

	"As drunk as he was?" Darren laughed.  "I doubted if he even knew
his own name."

	"Well, I knew that," Jerrod defended.  "But, I'd moved within the
last year, so I might have given you the wrong address."

	"Anyway, I drive him home and he's passed out in the passenger
seat.  I pull up to the house, shake him awake and ask him if this is his
house.  It's a great big place, overlooking the park.  He looks out the
window and nods, then, opens the door and falls out onto the lawn.  I
started to laugh."

	"And all I could do was crawl," Jerrod intervened.  "No way could I
stand."

	"So, I got out of the car, locked it, and helped him up the steps
to the front door.  I asked him if he had anyone living with him, and he
started to cry, again.  Through sobs, he told me again that his girlfriend
had moved out on him only last week."

	"Gawd!  I was a mess!" Jerrod laughed.  "And so grateful for this
good Samaritan for helping me out.  But, I was still a little cautious.  I
didn't know this guy at all, but he was being so good to me."

	"I locate the house key on his key ring, and let us in," Darren
said, adding narrative that Jerrod probably didn't remember.  "I ask him
where his bedroom is.  He looks up and points up the stairs.  I push, drag,
and coax him up the steps to what I hope is his bedroom.  It looks like the
master suite with a huge bed in it.  Concluding this must be the place, and
weighed down with a stumbling drunk, I moved him to the bed and sat him
down."

	"I told him he was a kind man to take interest in a drunk," Jerrod
smiled, patting Darren's hand.

	"Well, I knew he was a drunk that night, but his Mercedes and big
house on the park told me he wasn't a down-and-out drunk.  He was feeling
badly because his girlfriend dumped him.  I told him again that everything
would be better in the morning.  That's when he started weeping, again."

	"I'm usually a happy drunk, but everything had piled in on me at
once.  So, I was a crying drunk this time," Jerrod smiled winsomely.

	"That's when he told me that his career was over because his knees
were fucked.  Of course, I didn't understand what he meant until he told me
he was a football player.  As I hadn't heard a last name, I didn't know who
he was, let alone that he played for the local professional team.  Besides,
you hardly ever see those players with their helmets off and looking like
real people," Darren explained.  "About then, he bolted for the bathroom
and tossed his cookies, again."

	"Driving the porcelain bus!  I can think of so many other things
that are more fun." Jerrod laughed.

	"Well, he finally got off his knees, feeling a little better.  But,
his shirt and pants were wrecked," Darren sighed.  "I told him to take them
off and I'd get them in the laundry while he showered.  That would make him
feel better, too.  I cleaned up around the toilet with a towel that I
tossed in with the soiled clothes, after he'd undressed and stepped into
the shower.  Jer took a good, long shower, trying to settle his stomach
more than anything."

	"I remember when I got out of the shower, I was unable to dry
myself without hitting the wall anytime I moved my head or turned my body,"
Jerrod remembered.  "My equilibrium was still shot."

	"I heard him crash into the wall and ran in, expecting to see him
on the floor," Darren resumed.  "But, he was just leaning against it,
trying valiantly to work the towel over his body."

	"It was really kinda funny," Jerrod grinned.  "I remember smiling
at my own predicament, wondering how I'd ever get dry.  Then, Darren says,
'Oh, for Pete's sake!  Give me the damned towel.  Just try to stand
upright.  If you can't, lean against the wall with your arms
outstretched.'"

	"And the more acreage I covered with that towel, the harder my dick
got," Darren smiled evilly.  "Rubbing the towel over his high, beautiful,
brown ass, his wide chest, big pecs, and strong tree-like legs, not to
mention his big nuts and dick had me hungry for sex.  But, I just couldn't
bring myself to take advantage of this poor drunk.  I knew it would
probably be my only shot at him.  After all, the man had a girlfriend (even
if it were past tense), so he had to be straight.  And he was a football
player!  He had to be straight, I kept telling myself!

	"But, I was good, much as I didn't want to be.  What made it so
much more difficult was that when I was drying his chest, I was rubbing the
towel across his nipples and they got erect and his dick started to swell.
When, I dried off his balls and dick, it got even bigger.  I had to stop
this before I embarrassed both of us.  As it was, I was making an obscene
tent in my athletic shorts with no jock.  I held the towel in front of me
while I maneuvered him to the bed.  I pulled the bedclothes down and got
him to sit on the edge.  He looked up at me and said 'thank you' in the
most sincere voice I've ever heard.  He then hugged me tightly to him, my
crotch pressing into his upper chest.  If he hadn't been so drunk he'd have
figured out that my hard dick was jerking against him.  I swung his legs
around and into the bed.  He pulled me down to him and said 'thank you'
again, giving me a big hug.  I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I let my
head rest next to his in a big bear hug."

	"He asked me, 'You gonna be all right?'" Jerrod broke in.  "I told
him I didn't know.  I'd never been this drunk before.  Then, he asked me if
I wanted him to stay.  I said, 'yes, here', like it was the most natural
answer I could have had."

	"So, I told him I'd lock up the house and set the alarm system,
then, I'd be back.  I turned off the overhead light and left the room in
darkness," Darren said.  "When I got back, the bedside lamp was on.  I
said, 'I'm gonna ask one more time to be sure you want me to sleep in your
bed with you.  Are you sure?'  He gave me a shit-eatin' grin and said,
'Sure, why not?'  And I said, 'Because I'm gay.'"

	"And I finally said, 'Who the fuck cares?  As long as you don't
make any moves on me in my drunken stupor, we'll both be fine'," Jerrod
finished.  "I said, 'I need you to stay with me until I get beyond this.
Now, get your ass into bed.  I'm tired.'  Darren pulled off his clothes,
doing his best to hide his dick, but I could see that he had a nice big
one, but I didn't know (and was too drunk to care), if it was because of me
or because he was queer.  I said, 'You got a good body, Gay Boy.  Pretty
damned nice for a civilian.'  He just muttered something like 'thanks' and
we went to sleep."

	"So, we passed our first night together, in bed, and not a damned
thing happened," Darren sighed.

	"Well, that's sorta true.  We did sleep and didn't do anything all
night long.  But, in the morning, I awakened without a trace of a hangover,
but had to piss like a racehorse.  I thought Darren was still sleeping, so
I got up carefully and headed to the bathroom.  Of course, I had a morning
piss hard-on.  But, I tried to cover it with my hands, just in case he was
awake."

	"Can you imagine not waking up when a huge guy like this gets out
of your bed?  Of course, I saw that monster dick.  And I was instantly in
love," Darren laughed.

	"I came back to bed, thinking the extra rest would do me good, but
my brain wasn't working too well, yet.  I just walked over to the bed,
exposed and naked as the day I was born.  My dick was still better than
half hard.  I caught him staring at my dick, lust in his eyes.  I said,
'You like it, Gay Boy?'"

	" And I said, 'Gawd!  Who wouldn't!'" Darren laughed.

	"I crawled back into bed in a huff.  'My fuckin 'girlfriend, that's
who,' I snarled.  'She's always bitchin' that it's too big.'  And big as
life, bold as brass, he says, 'Not for me.'  'Yeah, right,' I said.

	"'You need a demonstration?  You man enough?' I said," Darren
smiled lasciviously.

	"Yeah, he was bold and in my face," Jerrod laughed.  "And
challenging my manhood, too!  So, I threw it right back at him.  I said,
'You'll never get this big piece down your throat.'  And he says, 'I wasn't
thinking of down my throat.'  Now, I'd had a couple of casual blowjobs in
the bathrooms when I was in college and enjoyed them.  So, this wasn't like
my first time.  'Then, what?' I asked.  'How about if you fuck my ass?'
the slut says," Jerrod smiled.  "'You'll never get it all up there and I
don't fuck butt.' I said.  Then, he goes about convincing me that he'd be
tighter and deeper than any woman I'd ever been with.  Of course, I'd never
been all the way in with any woman.  So, I was intrigued, but fudge packing
just wasn't my style.  Ya know what I mean?"  We nodded knowingly.

	"My hand was slowly stroking his long, fat dick by then," Darren
grinned.  "I knew I had him hooked.  I just had to reel him in.  So, I
tossed back the covers and started giving him a blowjob.  He couldn't
believe how good it was.  I'm not that much better than most cocksuckers,
but compared to just about any woman (or a quickie in a bathroom), I knew I
could make him feel good and beg for more."  Again, we nodded our
understanding.

	"But, I still wasn't sold on fucking ass.  I didn't want a shitty
dick," Jerrod defended.  "But, he assured me that if it happened, we'd just
stop and not go any farther."

	"I had to take the risk," Darren interrupted.  "But, I thought I
was pretty safe.  I kept telling him how much better and tighter I was
gonna be and how much he needed to get off."

	"I got up and went looking for the KY," Jerrod added.  "I knew he
couldn't take me unlubed.  But, I nearly chickened out while I was out of
the bedroom.  But, my very hard dick talked me into it."

	"And I went to the bathroom and emptied my bladder and, uh, took
care of things.  I wanted to make sure he had plenty of room for that big
dick up my ass.  I wanted that man badly and didn't want it interrupted by
failure to be clean," Darren revealed.

	"Too much information!" Jerrod laughed.  "But, an ounce of
prevention, etc."

	"Anyway, I got him back into bed and started sucking on his dick to
be sure it was really hard while I lubed up my ass, opening it with a
couple of fingers while I was at it," Darren continued.  "When that monster
got really hard, I was beginning to wonder if I'd promised to take on more
than I truthfully could deliver.  But, after straddling him and sitting on
it slowly, I could accommodate him."

	"I'm sure my eyes rolled back into my head," Jerrod laughed.  "I'd
never buried my bone to the short-and-curlies before."

	"I could feel it throbbing inside me," Darren returned to the
narrative.  "I didn't dare start milking him.  He was way too close to
climax and I wanted to enjoy more of the ride before I got his nut."

	"Was I ever!" Jerrod agreed.  "He just sat there, slowly grinding
his ass into my hips, gyrating my dick inside him.  When I looked up at
him, his big dick was staring at me, the piss slit open and dripping
precum.  I reached out and touched it.  It was so hard, and hot.  I'd never
touched another man's dick before.  It was amazing to me that it felt so
good."
	
	"But, I brushed his hand away," Darren recalled.  "All that dick
meat up my ass had me right at the edge of a climax.  I wanted to delay the
inevitable as long as possible.  I told him that I was too close and I
wanted to cum when he did."

	Jerrod laughed at the recollection.  "I told him I was so fuckin'
close that I could cum anytime, whether he wanted to or not.  But, he
wanted to hold off and give me a real ride.  So, we cooled our jets a
little bit.  He stopped working my dick with his ass.  However, it didn't
last long.  Pretty soon, he was wiggling that hot ass of his again, and my
dick was throbbing hard, beggin' for release."

	"I leaned forward as he hammered harder and harder at my ass with
his hips," Darren added.  "That gave him some really long thrusts that both
of us loved.  He'd never been so deep in any hot hole and he was lovin'
it!"

	"Damned right I was!" Jerrod smiled.  "My nuts were boiling and I
was gonna cum.  I arched my back and fucked him so hard, I'm sure his teeth
rattled.  He was leaning over me and I looked up into his eyes.  It was so
natural to pull his face down to mine and kiss him.  I didn't even think
that what I was doing was kissing another MAN!"  he laughed.

	"Gawd!  What a kisser!" Darren smiled back.  "That alone could have
made me squirt my load.  But, his monster up my butt, plastering the
insides of my butt chute with his dick gravy, sure made it better.  He just
kept fucking and kissing.  I loved every thrust and warm shot of his cum
into me.  I ate his big dick with my ass muscles, giving him the best
damned fuck he'd ever had."

	"Yeah, I thought I was gonna pass out from the sheer pleasure of it
all.  I don't think I'd ever cum so hard and so long in all my life,"
Jerrod sighed.  "And the best thing was that he insisted that I stay inside
him while we continued to kiss.  I guess he knew I really loved fucking his
ass and would want to go for round 2.  He was so right!"

	"I was so taken by his kissing and that big dick up my ass that I
never wanted it to end.  It was a bonus that he fucked me and came, again,"
Darren sighed with fond memory.

	"And it's been downhill ever since," Jerrod laughed.

	"Yeah, I turned this big, butch top into a hungry bottom, eager to
eat butt, and get fucked," Darren smiled mischievously.

	"Oh, is that what we were doing this morning?" Jerrod smiled
innocently.

	"No, Dear," Darren smiled back.  "You fucked my brains out, just
the way I love it.  The truth is," he said, turning his attention back to
us, "we both love to top and bottom.  It's never a battle.  Whomever wants
it, gets it."

	"Of course, that can lead to swapping positions several times
before we're both satisfied," Jerrod nodded, holding Darren's hand.  "He's
so good looking and so muscular that I want him to fuck me all the time.
But, then, I see that pretty ass and I can't wait to strip his pants off
and fuck him senseless."

	"You sure you've been married for nine years?" Dave wondered with a
smile.  "You sound like newlyweds!"

	"Yeah," I agreed.  "You sound like Dave and me."

	"Like, you'd tire of a foot-long hot dog and high, deep muscle ass,
if it slept with you every night?" Darren laughed.

	"Well, no," I answered.  "I've got one sleeping with me now that
comes awfully close to that description."

	"It's pretty amazing how much we're alike, you and us," Jerrod
remarked.  "So many similarities."

	I glanced at my watch.  "We'd better get outta here.  Our parking
meter time is running out."  I pulled our "business card" from my billfold
along with a credit card to pay for breakfast.  "When you get back from
your vacation, call us.  We'd love to get to know you better."

	"Uh, not to be nosey, but, you guys do fool around?  Right?" Jerrod
asked.

	"As a couple, yes," Dave answered.

	"That's what I thought you'd said earlier.  That's perfect!
Because, we want both of you, as if that weren't obvious," Jerrod smiled.

	"You both versatile, too?" Darren asked hopefully.

	"Oh, yes," I confirmed.  "And you need to meet some of our friends,
too.  Very friendly types, I'm sure you'd enjoy them."

	Out on the street, Dave asked, "Uh, did you know Coaches Randy and
Chuck when you played ball, Jerrod?"

	"Not really.  They came in after I retired.  I've met them a couple
of times at social functions, but we've not gotten to know them at all," he
answered.  "But, I've heard from one of the veterans whose still playing
that they play on 'our' team," he added cryptically.

	We smiled and nodded an acknowledgement of the unstated.  "We can
serve as a second source on that particular rumor," Dave whispered as we
crossed the street and headed into the alleyway.

	"Friendly, too?" Jerrod asked.

	"Oh, yeah, VERY friendly," Dave confirmed.

	Their Lincoln Navigator was parked next to us.  "Damn!" Jerrod
whispered, surveying our rental.  "Sweet set of wheels!  A great
convertible hardtop like this makes me wish I weren't so damned tall."

	"Don't wish that, Jer!" Darren protested.  "I love you tall!"

	"You love my tall dick!" Jerrod laughed.

	"Well, yeah, that, too!"

	"So, how's the Lincoln?" Dave asked.

	"Lots of legroom and ceiling height for a tall guy like me," he
responded.  "Kind of a gas hog, but all these big SUV's are."

	"This is a rental, right?" Jerrod wondered.  "California plates."

	"Yeah, just for the next few days.  We're headed up to Sacramento
to visit my brother, then, flying home," Dave answered.

	"Whatcha driving there?" Jerrod pressed.

	"I drive an older Beemer.  Mike just got a new Lexus LS430."

	"It's our car, Honey," I reminded him.  "I recall you were trying
to get it away from me every chance you get."

	"Nice wheels," Darren said.  "You guys gotta be loaded, too."

	"Too?" I asked, picking up on the qualifier.

	"Uh, yeah.  We're comfortably well-off," Darren said.  "Mostly,
it's his big signing bonus and contract when he was a football player.
He's invested it well and I'm a trust fund baby."

	"Yeah, that qualifies for well-off," Dave admitted.

	"So, how'd you guys get yours, if I'm not being impertinent in
asking," Darren smiled engagingly.

	They'd divulged their source of wealth, but we still couldn't tell
them where ours came from.  "Well, you see," Dave began.  "We can't divulge
that under the terms of the agreement that produced it."

	"Ah, a big, fat settlement from a lawsuit," Jerrod guessed.  "I've
been taking some law classes, just to keep my mind working," he explained.
"That's what people have to say when the basis for the lawsuit is one that
one of the parties would be badly embarrassed by, or worse."

	"We can neither confirm nor deny your conclusion," Dave smiled,
then, winked.

	"Thought so," Jerrod said.

	"Call us, despite our mysterious, possibly nefarious source of
income," I grinned.  "You won't be disappointed."  I kissed Jerrod first,
cupping his high, hard ass cheeks with both hands.  Darren got the same
treatment, but with one hand pausing on his hairy, muscular chest.  "I can
see what you mean, Jerrod.  This one has a hot body."

	"And this one has a huge tool!" Dave gasped, feeling the thick tube
rising, again, in Jerrod's warm-up pants.

	"I plan on demonstrating how it works to both of you, when we get
home," he grinned giving Dave a similar grope.  "And you have the same in
your pants, too."

	"Well, not quite as big, but close," Dave admitted.

	"I've never been fucked by a guy as well hung as you, Dave," he
smiled.  "I look forward to 'turning the other cheek,' so to speak."

	While they were feeling each other up, Darren and I had been
exploring each other's furry chests and growing bulges in our Levi's.  This
was going to be a fun reunion when they got home, we concluded.


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