Date: Wed, 5 Feb 2003 20:03:34 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 88.

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

			 Chapter 88--Thanksgiving

	What was I thinking?

	Why in the world would I want to share these incredible men with
our neighbors?  Oh, sure.  They're good neighbors, great in bed, even good
friends.  But, would I ever see Jerrod and Darren again after they got a
taste of Kurt and Gene?  What was I thinking, I wondered again.  Darren's
warm body spooned against my back, his flaccid dick lying against my ass.
I could still feel the "drool" from our previous coupling oozing from his
manhood.  It wasn't hard to see why Jerrod loved this man.  Darren was
quite a catch.  His furry chest warmed my back, his big left arm rested
across my left side, his hand lightly brushing against my right nipple.  My
left arm covered his, keeping him snuggly pulled close.

	I heard Dave and Jerrod snoring lightly on the other side of the
California king bed.  They had coupled when we had, but the room had been
so dark that I didn't know who was top or bottom (except for Darren and I.
I could still feel a tingle in my asshole from the pounding I'd enjoyed
from him.).

	I sighed.  I'd been enjoying the handsome, muscular man I'd had sex
with several times already tonight.  That's not to say that I'd throw him
over for Dave.  NOT a chance!  In the first place, I'm an unrepentant size
queen (well, princess).  Secondly, I love Dave.  Darren was hot sex, but he
didn't push all my buttons like Dave could.  Thirdly, there wasn't a chance
that Darren would abandon the big hunk of man-flesh that Dave had spent the
night fucking with.

	No.  This was a tryst, a delightful one at that.  Nothing more.
So, why shouldn't I share them with Kurt and Gene?

	I smiled at myself with my answer.  Well, maybe after a few more
visits.  Maybe.  Dave and I had discussed a growing desire to have a gay
couple in our lives, one that we could do things with, one that enjoyed our
particular view of the world, perhaps one that had the kind of time we did
to play (one not worried about money and jobs).  We always enjoyed the
company of our circle of friends, especially the sex.  But, the bonds of
friendship weren't tight.  Perhaps, we hadn't tried very hard.  We knew
Kurt and Gene were sexual treasures, ones we frequently enjoyed.  But, they
had their own lives, issues, and jobs, which put them outside of what we
wanted in close friends.

	Maybe, we were seeking the impossible.  But, Darren and Jerrod
seemed to fit the bill.  We'd have to get to know them better, of course,
finding out more than just how sensational they are in bed.  And, we'd have
to discuss it with them, as well as between Dave and me.  They may already
have very close, gay friends and they probably don't need another pair of
queers as hangers-on, I groused to myself.

	Stop fretting and get some sleep, I finally admonished myself.
This can wait until you and Dave get some private time.

	I punched the pillow that Darren and I shared and snuggled into it,
and him.  Darren stirred, but didn't awaken.  He'd only fucked me once
during the night.  I'd fucked him three times.  I smiled remembering that.
Darren and Jerrod were bottoms.  That was made abundantly clear the way
they gleefully took our stiff dicks up their hungry butts.  But, Darren had
made it clear that they still had frequent sex with each other, having
arrived at some satisfactory arrangement for who got topped and how often.

	Go to sleep, Mike!

	With winter approaching, morning arrived late.  A leaden sky added
to the gloom.  At some point in the late night, Darren and I had switched.
I was now behind him with my arm draped over his broad shoulders.  But, my
dick wasn't flaccid against his ass.  It was stiff as steel and leaking
precum.  My full bladder gave me a morning woody that was so hard that a
cat couldn't scratch it.  However, it was warmly ensconced between his
bubble-butt ass cheeks.  Darren's deliberate pressure back into me told me
that his hunger for my hard dick had been what had awakened me.  "I gotta
pee, first," I whispered nuzzling his ear.

	I rolled out of bed, dashed to the bathroom and released my
overnight flood.  With a sigh of relief, I returned to the bed.  Darren had
rolled over onto his stomach, a condom packet wedged between his round,
butt cheeks.  "Lube's on the nightstand," he whispered as I crawled between
his legs.

	"I have something else in mind," I grinned into the darkness.  My
hands reached out to his butt and spread the warm, hard butt globes.
Leaning in, I breathed hotly on his butthole and fuzzy nuts.

	His hips rose up to greet me, pushing my face into his ass.  "I was
hoping you wanted a taste before you speared it," he giggled softly.  I dug
deeply with my tongue, enjoying the salty taste of a light sweat and tangy
residue of three earlier fucks.  Although we'd cleaned up after each "act,"
the unmistakable slickness of the fruity lube blended with the other
flavors.  "Fuck, YEAH!  Eat that butt!" he moaned into the pillow.

	Dave and Jerrod stirred, but didn't move.  I glanced over at them.
Still asleep, I determined.  I snorted and slurped at this ass, getting it
wetter and more relaxed with each second.  "Hand me the lube, Darren," I
whispered, leaning over his back and spearing his butt with my hard dick.
The big head pressed hotly against his butthole.  I ripped open and applied
the condom before I went any further.  Darren's hole had opened and nearly
swallowed my dick before I opened the lubed packet.  "You have no idea how
close you just came to getting barebacked by me," I mumbled hoarsely.

	"The big head on your dick reminded me so much of Jerrod that I
thought for a moment he was mounting me instead of you," Darren sighed.
"That's why I opened up so easily for you."  He wiggled his ass back at me.
"But, you don't need the lube.  There's enough on the condom and from our
previous fucks to grease the way."

	I smiled, lined up my hard dick and pushed.  Darren sighed and
pushed back at me, impaled completely in one stroke.  He stretched out on
the bed face down, pulling me with him.  "You like this position, don't
ya?" I smirked.

	"Oh, yeah!" he almost squealed.  "I love a big man on my back and
in my butt at the same time.  I feel so possessed!"

	"I know that feeling, too," I breathed hotly in his ear.  "Imagine
Dave's big dick pounding your ass in this position.  You have no idea how
good it feels to have that big black spike up your butt while his big
muscles hold you down and fuck your brains out."

	"The fuck I don't!" he snorted.  "That's my favorite way to take it
up the ass from Jerrod.  And he's got an even bigger dick and bigger
muscles."

	"Bet you don't get it as often," I defended, pumping him harder and
faster.

	He giggled beneath me, shaking both of us.  "Right about that!" he
allowed.  "But, enough chatter.  Fuck me, Mike!  Don't let up until you've
drained those big nuts into my ass, again."  I began long-dicking him with
a vengeance.

	"Hold on a moment, Mike," a voice behind me said.  "I want some of
this before you get off."  Dave's lubed fingers caressed my deep ass
trench, finding their target easily.  "Yeah, right there," he indicated.
"Eat those fingers and get ready for something bigger."

	I complied eagerly.  In another ten seconds, he'd mounted me and
pushed me harder into Darren's ass.  Setting the pace as the middleman, I
pumped and got fucked.  I could get used to this, I thought.

	"Not so fast, you guys!" a voice from the darkness boomed.  "I need
some, too."

	"You can have my ass, again," Dave encouraged.

	"I was thinking of slipping into the bottom of this dog pile and
getting totally hammered by three men," he suggested with a toothy leer.
The light from the bathroom window was dispersing more of the gloom of
night.  Jerrod's big muscled body loomed over us.  I backed up, pulling
Darren with me.  Quickly, the 6'8" frame slid beneath us.  "Just pound my
ass like you usually do, Darren.  Go for it!  Pump me full of your dick
juice."

	"I'm really close, Jer," he replied.  "Mike's been fuckin' me but
good!"

	"Just so you fill me up," his boyfriend agreed.  "Much as I've
loved Dave's big dick in my ass, I've missed getting my hole filled and
flooded with sperm.  You know how much I love being ridden bareback and
feeling that hot cum jet into me from your fire hose."

	"So, get that butt over here where I can plug it!"

Jerrod wormed his way further beneath us, spreading his legs and pulling
his butt cheeks apart.  "Hit it!" he ordered.  With one hand around his
dick for aiming purposes, Darren pulled the three of us forward.  A duet of
moans told me that they'd connected.  "Fuck, YEAH!  Go deep, Man!  FUCK!
So much muscle fuckin' my ass!" Jerrod crooned.

	Darren has spread out on Jerrod's back, his dick completely planted
in his boyfriend's butt.  His hungry ass was massaging my dick as much as I
was milking Dave's.  In unison, Darren and I rose and plunged back in.
Connected as we were, we established a rhythm that didn't go too fast, but
spread pleasure among all four of us.  After only a few minutes, Darren
sighed, "I'm so fuckin' close!  If I fuck anymore, I'll cum for sure."

	"Let me do all the fucking, then," I offered.

	"The way Jer's ass is eatin' my dick, there may not be any
difference," he moaned.  "Go slower.  Maybe that'll get me to hold off."

	But, Dave hadn't been idle.  His monster dick had repeatedly hit my
prostate, his short strokes nearly shredding it.  I'd tried to slow him
down by milking him as hard as I could, but he hadn't gotten the message or
hadn't cared.  When he switched to long strokes, I knew the end was very
near.  His serious ass pounded had transferred all the way to Jerrod's butt
on the bottom.  By the time I'd interpreted Dave's signals, it was too late
to slow him down.

	"Oh, FUCK!" I groaned.  "We're gonna cum!" I bellowed.  I pushed
back hard into each of his vicious thrusts forward and pulled away as he
retreated.  But, that rapid motion was jerking my dick and racing me full
length into and nearly all the way out of Darren's hungry hole.

	Darren had warned us how close he was.  There was no turning back,
now.  The rapid, hard, and deep penetrations pushed him quickly into climax
mode.  In a strangled whimper, Darren came torrents of dick gravy into his
boyfriend's eager butt.  "Yeah, Darren!  Pump that cream into your black
daddy's big butt.  FUCK me, Man!" Jerrod begged.

	Jerrod bucked beneath all of us.  His big muscles bulged as we rode
his flexing ass and hips.  He acted like he couldn't get enough dick or
sperm.  His thrashing actions made me wonder if he were climaxing, too.
Big and powerful as he was, we rode him to completion.  At least three of
our spraying dicks flooded one condom and two buttholes.

	Dave was the first to roll off, pulling me reluctantly with him.  I
exited Darren's eager ass with a soft plop.  Dave's huge dick remained
inside me as I fell against him, shoving his draining dick back deeper into
my well-fucked and happy back door.

	I unrolled the condom from my shrinking dick.  Before I could toss
it away, Jerrod pounced, Darren still on his back.  "I'll relieve you of
that, Mike," he grinned.  "You already know what a cum pig I am."  With a
smile, I released the sagging rubber.  Jerrod felt the warm tip, smiling at
the volume and warmth.  Biting a hole in the reservoir, his fingers
squeezed the condom.

	"Hey!  Some of that's mine!  I worked hard for it!" Darren
insisted.  He snatched it away from his black lover before Jerrod had
completely stripped out my baby batter.  Darren rolled off Jerrod's back,
and greedily sucked at the open tip noisily.

	"If you're gonna be a pig about it," Jerrod mused, "then, I'm gonna
get some of Dave's cum from Mike's ass."

	"But, I like it this way," I protested, wiggling my butt back on to
the large, black plug in my spread ass.

	"I'm sure he has more for you later," Jerrod insisted.  "Besides,
don't you wanna suck this off?" he added, waving his thick 12" dick my
direction.

	"I'll do that for ya," Dave and Darren offered together.

	"Not so hasty, boys!" I countered.  "I believe the offer was
directed at ME! But, I do think I should at least remove the excess lube
before parking my ass on your face."

	Darren grabbed a cum towel and threw it my direction.  After
cleaning up the area, I waddled over to Jerrod on my knees.  I straddled
his face and squatted close.  He pulled me down briskly and speared me with
his wet tongue.  His dick jerked hard, drooling several clear drops of
precum as his face and tongue ground into my well-fucked ass.  Leaning
over, I slurped up his thick, 12" dick, exposing myself to a deeper
rimming.  I didn't mind at all.  It seems that Jerrod didn't either.

	"You're not getting all of that for yourself," Dave smiled.  Liking
the idea, Darren crowded in, too.  The three of us worked on the long,
black staff, slurping, sucking, and battling over the precum-leaking head.
A burble of vocalization rattled into my ass.  I wasn't sure if anyone else
heard it, but I felt it.  Clearly, that was a signal.  Jerrod was cumming!

	I pushed the other two men away and descended orally on to the
jetting, jerking dick of the man rimming my cum-leaking ass.  Jerrod found
his voice finally, roaring out a noisy climax.  I couldn't fight off both
of them any longer, but I'd snared a weak first and a gushing second blast
of dick yogurt before Dave and Darren pulled the spasming dick out of my
mouth.  First Dave, then, Darren enjoyed the warm sperm flooding from the
black phallus.

	Swallowing the partial load that I'd captured, I sat back more
resolutely onto Jerrod's moaning mouth.  The change in position drained
more spent cum from my ass.  He eagerly sucked it down, tonguing deeper,
hoping to locate more.  Jerrod's obviously a major cum pig, not seeming to
care how he gets other men's "white gold."

	The satisfied foursome broke apart, breathing raggedly.  "Hot
fuckin' sex!"  Darren breathed.  "You guys are the best."

	"You sure turn our cranks, too," Dave acknowledged.  I nodded
enthusiastically, rubbing my butt to laughter.

	"How about some breakfast?" Jerrod volunteered.  "I make a mean
omelet."

	"You don't have to twist my arm," I agreed.

	After showers (pulling fresh clothes from our workout bags), we sat
down in the kitchen nook for a filling breakfast of cranberry or orange
mimosas, fresh biscuits, and ham and cheese omelets.  As he cleared the
table, Darren said, "I love lazy Saturday mornings.  No pressures, not
appointments, no crises, and no one trying to put the arm on us for money."

	"You have that problem?" Dave wondered.  "The money solicitations,
I mean."

	"Yeah, it seems constant," Jerrod answered.  "Some are worthy, most
aren't.  We have an unlisted number, but they still get through," he
sighed.

	"Such as?" I asked.

	"Too many to mention," Darren cut in.  "I get a lot of them, too.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm screening his calls.  But, I know a solicitation
when I hear one.  I just hang up on them."

	"Rude as hell, but effective," Jerrod allowed.

	"Part of the price of fame, I suppose," I suggested.

	"Not famous anymore, but some people and solicitation lists sure
have long memories," he opined.

	"No one seems to know about our largesse, yet," Dave said
cautiously.  "But, the word is gonna get out, eventually.  Then, the roof
will cave in on us with unwanted solicitors."

	"You can't avoid that if you do make donations to worthy causes,"
Darren warned.  "That seems to be what happened to us.  We've even used our
initials and last names and that's how they call us.  And that's how we
know who told on us."

	Dave smiled.  "We make the donations, but we make sure that we stay
safely anonymous.  That way, we can control who knows about the source of
the gift.  If it does get out through any means, that charity knows they're
crossed off our list forever."

	"But, what if it wasn't their fault that the word got out?" Jerrod
objected.  "That's not fair!"

	"Oh, yes, it's fair," Dave countered.  "If they can't exercise
tighter control over their donor lists, they don't deserve our money.  They
can put in 'Anonymous' as the donor.  Only the chairman or treasurer has to
know the truth about it.  Not even the board of directors need be privy to
the source."

	"And we gave them fair warning that the funds would dry up
instantly, if it did leak out," I added.

	"Still, it does seem awfully, uh, draconian," Darren said,
searching for just the right word.

	"That's the price they pay for having good internal mechanisms to
protect their donor list," Dave shrugged.

	"We should have thought of that, I guess," Jerrod offered.

	"It's never too late," I smiled.  "No amount is too small or too
large to be put in the 'Anonymous' column."

	"Ours tend to be bigger, rather than smaller, numbers," Darren
winked.  "Those are pretty hard to hide."

	"You're only hiding them from harassing phone calls, not from the
IRS.  You can still get a receipt from the receiving agency with your names
on it.  There are ways that the charity can camouflage the source from all
the staff, including the board," Dave continued.

	"Even really big ones?" Jerrod wondered.

	"Yeah, VERY big ones," Dave smiled back.

	"You've already done this?" Darren asked.

	"Yeah, we've had a couple of seven digit donations to a couple of
charities," I bragged, then, wished I'd kept my mouth shut.

	"SEVEN fuckin' DIGITS!" Jerrod exploded.

	"Fuck!  You guys ARE loaded," Darren agreed.

	"Well, it was Mike's idea, really," Dave smiled, not seeming to
care about my terrible gaffe.  "He's one of those poor souls who grew up
Mormon and still feels the need to tithe 10% of his gain to worthy causes.
I thought it was a good idea and a reasonable amount, too."

	"Damn!  That's BIG bucks!" Darren laughed.

	"Yeah, makes our puny few hundred thou' look like chump change,"
Jerrod agreed.

	"Or petty cash," Darren added.

	"Not really.  It depends on how much you can afford to miss it, and
the worthiness of the charity," Dave said.  "This was a windfall in the
first place.  We could afford to be charitable."

	"How'd you come by this 'windfall' of yours?" Darren pressed.

	"Uh, we can't discuss it," Dave dodged.

	"Lawsuit settlement, wasn't it," Jerrod smiled knowingly.

	"We can't even tell you that," I defended.  "But, it wasn't illegal
at all, so we aren't felons on the lam."

	"You got it stashed in your mattress or invested?" Jerrod pried.

	"Invested," I answered.

	"In this market, you're doing that?" Darren laughed.  "Are you
nuts?"

	"We've been doing okay," I defended.  "Better than okay."

	"We've moved most of ours into bonds, so I guess we're invested
too, just not in the stock market," Jerrod elaborated.

	"Mike keeps track of it for us," Dave smiled, giving me a kiss.
"And he's made us some nice money."

	"If we keep our heads above water, we'll probably make similar
donations like we did last year, although we haven't really discussed it,
yet," I said.

	"Because Mike's done such a great job, I'm very willing to make
additional donations to other causes in the same 10% manner as last time,"
Dave agreed, even though we hadn't discussed it.

	"Any particular charities that you have in mind?" Darren asked.

	"Nothing comes to mind, yet.  But, I know something will pop up,"
Dave answered.  "The last big donations were one timers.  They're well
aware of that and have budgeted the funds accordingly."

	"Have you thought of the big ones like heart, cancer, AIDS,
political causes, for instance?" Darren urged.

	"We've done cancer and a couple of others.  Political causes
require disclosures that we're not willing to make.  That's how you get on
donor lists," Dave sighed.

	"Oh, yeah," Darren sighed.  "That's probably another reason we get
so many solicitation calls and junk mail."

	"Most likely," Jerrod agreed.

	"But, we still want to make a difference for political causes that
we believe in," Darren argued.  "How can we do that and remain anonymous?"

	"Fund a foundation?" Dave suggested.  "Let them make the donations,
instead."

	"Sorry, Dave," I said.  "It doesn't work that way.  The foundation
can't be considered a charitable one if it engages in politics beyond a
very small percentage.  And the names of those who set up the foundation
are public record."

	"Oops," Dave smiled.  "That wouldn't work."

	"Yeah, so how do we make donations to political causes and remain
safely anonymous?" Jerrod pressed.

	"I have no idea," I sighed.  "I wish I did.  I know you can do
'information dissemination' like the political parties and other political
action committees with their attack ads, not specifically funded by the
candidates.  But, that's right back in the soup, again."

	"At some point, you're gonna lose your cloak of invisibility if you
wish to be politically active," Jerrod cautioned.  "However, as I recall,
you're already pretty political with your curbside speeches."

	Dave smiled.  "Being political, and funding political campaigns or
issues is another."

	"We may get there some day, but we like our anonymity just fine for
now," I smiled at Dave.  He nodded.  But, I could see that we were both
wondering how long that would last.

	On the way home, I asked Dave if he were serious about making the
10% donations from this year's capital gains.  He nodded and smiled.  "Of
course.  But, who should get the money?"

	"Wanna create a list?"

	"We gonna put the old ones on this year's list?"

	"I wouldn't be opposed to it," I grinned, rubbing my hand over his
shoulder and squeezing his thick neck lovingly.

	"We'd sure solve the Baroque Orchestra's troubles for a few years,
if we made a big donation to them," Dave laughed.

	"I was thinking about some more education programs, too."

	"Instead of trying to fund basic research?" he asked, reading my
mind.

	"Uh huh," I laughed.  "How'd you know?"

	"Because, my love, I happen to agree with you.  The money going
into research would probably get lost in the crush of other grants," he
said.  "But, education is always the part that gets the short stick.
People have to be able to deal with the here and now, as well as the
promise of the future."

	When we arrived home, we refilled our gym bags.  Dave buzzed
through the mail while I checked the answering machine.  We had three
messages.  One was from Uncle Clay inviting us down for New Year's, again.
The other two were from my parents and Dave's parents.  Both sets wanted to
know what our plans were for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Great minds think
alike.

	"Oh, boy!" I groused.  "How do we handle that?" I fussed.

	"What?"

	"Your parents AND mine want us to celebrate Thanksgiving and
Christmas with them, although they didn't exactly say it that way.  They
wanted to know what our plans were," I sighed.

	"Oh, boy!" Dave agreed.  "Suggestions?"

	"One of them gets us Thanksgiving, the other, Christmas?"

	"Yeah, but which?"

	"Let's feel them out and see who is really hot for us which day?" I
proposed.  "Oh, and Uncle Clay wants us back for New Year's in Las Vegas."

	"Well, that's an easy one.  Of course, we'll go!" he laughed.

	"So, you wanna call your mom and find out what she has in mind?  We
can't do both holidays here or there, and keep any peace between the
in-laws," I reminded him.

	"We could always say 'no' to both," Dave grinned.

	"You wanna live to see your next birthday?" I laughed.  "They'd
both come after us with pistols blazing."

	"I'll call," he immediately complied.

	His parents, then mine, agreed that we'd spend Thanksgiving here
and Christmas in Utah.  I called Uncle Clay and accepted his invitation for
New Year's while Dave was negotiating with his parents.  "I know John and
Cynthia Wells will be delighted to see you, again," Uncle Clay said.  "And
we'll be even happier."  He wanted to know about how we'd been and what
we'd being doing.  So, I dropped some hints, but no details, about Europe
and our volunteer work.  However, I managed to put him off on the details,
saying I was saving the "good stuff" for when we got to Las Vegas.  Clay
told me that we'd have the place practically to ourselves, as my cousin
Josh had moved into an apartment with his new boyfriend.

	On the way to the gym, Dave reminded me that we needed to call Ray
Stocker and Joe the landscaper and let them know we'd be in Vegas at the
end of the year.  It would be good to see them again, too.  "Is this a
costume party again at the Wells' residence?" Dave wondered.

	"No, just a fancy affair, but not as formal as tuxedos.  Unless we
want to," I added.  "Wanna do the monkey suits?"

	"Sure, I think you look so hot in a tux!" Dave leered.

	"You look better out of it," I smiled back, kissing him on the
cheek as we pulled into the gym parking lot.

	Trevor greeted us at the front desk with a big smile.  "Donnie is
such a pig.  Now that we've taken off the gloves, he wants cum in his ass
ALL the time," he laughed.  "But, to be fair, I doubt that I've tasted his
cum since we've been riding bareback, either."

	"Pretty great, isn't it!" Dave smiled back.  "It's sure more
intimate, but it's also the highest statement of trust you can give to the
man you love."

	"So true," he agreed.  "I'm not only trusting him with my life, but
he's trusting me, too."

	"You still entertaining here?" I asked.

	"Seldom," he laughed.  "Donnie keeps me drained and happy.  I don't
need to look around for anything more."

	"And always safe?" Dave pressed.

	"Always!" he nearly shouted.  "There's no way I'd endanger us by
bringing home a bug."

	We changed clothes and started our workout.  Today was Saturday,
but we'd missed Friday's workout, so I did only aerobics and some abdominal
crunches.  Dave attended the next aerobics class, but left after ten
minutes, not enjoying the instructor.  "Too much dance and not enough
aerobics," he muttered.  Within a minute, the elliptical walker next to me
opened up, so he jumped on it and set the controls for a good cardio
workout that would finish when I did.

	After working our abs, we showered, checked out the sauna and steam
room (finding the straight, boring, chatty men that we always tried to
avoid), dressed, and left.  As I drove us home, Dave said, "Mom always does
Thanksgiving dinner late in the afternoon.  That okay with you?"  I nodded.
I looked over at him when he went silent.  He was chewing on something and
needed to spit it out.

	"So, where's your mind?" I wondered.

	"Oh, just that I was thinking about previous Thanksgivings when
we'd go down to one of the missions and help serve dinner to the less
fortunate folks who didn't really have a better place or no place to go.
You know, like street people, etc."

	"What time do they serve?"

	"Usually around noon is when they start."

	"And our dinner would be when?"

	"Usually between four and five."

	"So, let's do it, then.  You have a place in mind where we could
volunteer?" I pressed.

	"Well, there is a place that has a very big turnout most years,
because they don't get too preachy or churchy on these guys," he offered,
"and women and kids," he quickly added.  "It just breaks my heart to see
those poor kids growing up in such poverty that they have to get their
Thanksgiving dinner from a soup kitchen."

	"I'm sure they can use all the help they can get," I assured him.
"Why not call the place and volunteer us?"

	"I'll just do that!" he grinned broadly.  "Thanks, Mike.  This
means a lot to me."

	"Another way for us to give back to the community, Dave," I smiled
back.  "But, I hope they don't have us doing dishes the whole time."

	"I'll ask them to keep us off that, if they can," he countered.
"But, I may not be able to."

	"If that's what we get, we'll live," I confessed.  "But, make sure
they understand we have to be outta there no later than, say, 3:30?"

	"Let me ask Mom when she expects us there for dinner.  I know
she'll say as soon as you can get there.  But, I'll let her know that we'll
be volunteering that day, so we'll stay afterwards to visit, not before."

	"She'll be okay with that?  She could probably use some help in the
kitchen.  That's a big preparation day for her," I warned.

	"She'll have Doug and his wife as well as Donnie and Trevor.
She'll be fine."

	And she was.  She thought it very "Christian" of us to serve dinner
at the soup kitchen for those "unfortunate souls."  We didn't disabuse her
of that notion.

	"What about Duane and Carol?" I wondered.

	"The babies are too small to travel such a distance, even on a
plane," Dave said.  "They'll be having dinner with some friends down
there."

	"Those two boys would be a handful, even on a short plane ride," I
added.  Dave nodded at my assessment.

	The soup kitchen coordinator was delighted to hear from us.  They
needed servers, but especially men to watch the line, so that no one came
in too drunk or rowdy.  That second group was especially needful.  Dave
volunteered us for that.  "They won't be any trouble.  We're big enough
that they won't be messin' with us," he confided to them.

	He was right.  In fact, we were bored out of our minds.  The line
was orderly and moved fairly fast.  With all their years of practice, the
soup kitchen had this big dinner down to a science.  Some people asked
about seconds.  We'd been briefed to tell them that if they came back at
four and there was still food left, they were welcome to sit down for
another dinner.

	But, the high point of the day was when we all gathered in the
kitchen for last minute instructions before opening the dining room doors.
"Well, I'll be fucked!" I whispered to Dave.  "Isn't that Tony Blodgett?" I
nodded toward the back of the kitchen where a very muscular white man in a
tight t-shirt was carving up one of several turkeys.  "I wonder if he and
John are still together."  At that moment, John appeared from behind a
tall, elderly white man standing next to the coordinator.  John winked at
me in recognition, and pointed back toward Tony, smiling broadly.

	"I'm guessing that they are," Dave smiled with a whisper back to
me.  "I've gotta talk to them, but I don't want our line to get unruly."

	At that moment, the coordinator stopped rattling on and told us to
open the dining room doors.  We opening the doors, checked the line for
orderliness, and agreed that I'd go talk to John and Tony (as I knew John
better than Dave did, and both of us knew Tony about to the same degree).

	Arriving back inside for a moment, I tried to spot my targets.
John was on the serving line; Tony was in the back, hauling more turkey
from the ovens and carving them up.  Both looked busy.  I sauntered over to
Tony and smiled broadly.  "Hi, Tony.  You remember me?  Mike?  Boyfriend of
Dave Carey?"

	He looked up in surprise.  "Well, I'll be damned.  What are you
doing here?"

	"Volunteering, just like you and John.  I assume you're still
together?"

	"Like black on licorice!" he laughed.  "You and Dave still
together?"

	"Uh huh.  Still."

	"What you doin' to help out here?"

	"We're line security, I think they called it."

	"They need it.  Last year, it got kinda ugly out there, until I
stepped in at the last minute.  We had to call the cops and everything," he
sighed.  "I was gonna volunteer for that this year, but I guess you guys
beat me to it."

	"Where'd you guys disappear to?  We tried to contact you, but your
number had been disconnected."

	"One of my 'friends' in the can was harassing us, so we split and
left no forwarding address or phone number.  It worked, but we lost contact
with other people as a consequence.  In the move, I lost my address book.
And when we finally got around to looking you up, we drove over to your
place, and someone else was living there.  So, we assumed we had it wrong
and that we didn't remember at all where you lived."

	"You lose the guy that was harassing you?"

	"Yeah, never heard from him, again, thankfully.  So, where do you
live?"

	"We did move, so you may have had the right place.  We're over in
Laurelhurst now."

	"Nice digs," Tony allowed.

	"Keeps us off the streets," I acknowledged.  "Where you living?"

	"In an apartment in the east side.  It's close to where both of us
work."

	"Where do you work, now?"

	"We're warehousemen for Costco."

	"Good jobs?"

	"Yeah, they pay well, and the work's okay, like any job," he
sighed.

	"You working here all day?"

	"Yeah, the full schedule.  You?"

	"We're going to Dave's parents for dinner at 3:30.  So, we're here
for about half the time."

	"Give me your address and phone number again.  I know John would
love to hook up with you two, again."

	I quickly located a scrap of paper and pencil and scribbled out our
phone number and address, tore it in half and handed it to him.  Then, I
handed over the pencil and other half of the paper and asked for him to do
the same.  "Only John interested in hooking up again with us?" I teased.

	He blushed furiously.  "You kidding?" he whispered leaning in to
me.  "I want more of that big dick of yours and especially Dave's.  John's
turned me into a real sex pig."

	"Sounds to me like it wasn't difficult."

	Tony blushed again.  "I was a willing student, it seems," he
laughed.

	"I'd better get back to the line and help Dave out (although he
probably doesn't need it).  Call us!" I added waving over my shoulder.  I
clapped John on the back as I walked past the serving line.  "Be sure to
talk to Tony as soon as you get a break," I said mysteriously.

	He looked at me curiously, then, smiled.  He knew what was up.  "I
hope that means what I think it does."

	"Possibly," I grinned.

	An hour later, Dave took a break from the line and headed inside to
talk to John and Tony, too.  He came back about ten minutes later, all
smiles.  "Tony sure has a big, muscle ass," he whispered in my ear.

	"You cop a feel"?

	"Of course!"

	"Pig!  And John?"

	"Same," Dave laughed.  "He's sure anxious to get with us, again.
Tony was more circumspect about it, but I think he's as hot for it as John
is."

	With the economy steadily getting worse, the kitchen had prepared
more food than usual.  A steady stream of needy people came through all
afternoon.  By the time we left at 3:30, the dining room had thinned out,
but another line was forming for "leftovers."  Although not all food items
were there for the second time through, the main ingredients (turkey,
mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, desserts, and beverages) were abundant.

	The dining hall closed at 6:00.  All the food was gone.  So were
the lines.  And so were we.  We'd dashed home, showered, pulled the fruit
salad that I'd made ahead of time, and made it to Ken and Opal's (Dave's
parents) by 4:30.  Dinner was nearly ready, so we helped get it all to the
table.  Ken said grace (a short prayer, thankfully), and everyone made pigs
of themselves.  Opal's a wonderful cook, "with the able assistance of
others," she smiled.  Even Doug and Jana's new baby (Doug, Jr.) was happy
about seeing everyone.  At nearly seven months old, he was a handful, but
still, a pretty happy baby.  He was only a little fussy when he wanted his
dinner.

	But, we were stuffed.  However, by seven, several of us had drifted
back to the kitchen for a morsel or two or turkey.  "Looks to me like my
boys need some dessert," Opal laughed.  "Get your fannies outta my kitchen
and you'll get your pie.  Now, GIT!"  she said, shooing us out.  Ken took
orders (we had a choice of pumpkin, cherry, apple, berry, or mincemeat pie,
with ice cream, of course.  Or a combination of any or all.), delivering
the orders in groups of two and three to the kitchen.  Even the baby got a
taste of pumpkin pie and ice cream (which he loved, and cooed for more).

	Although no one had to work on Friday, we all pitched in and helped
Opal clean the kitchen and wash the dishes.  She insisted that everyone
take home a "Care package," so there wouldn't be so much food left over at
her house.  We took home the remaining third of the berry pie, some turkey,
and stuffing.  Donnie and Trevor grabbed the nearly complete apple pie and
more turkey and stuffing.  Doug and Jana escaped with the remnants of the
cherry pie and a quarter of the pumpkin pie ("for little Dougie," Opal
crooned).  That left some turkey, stuffing, vegetables, mashed potatoes
(only a cupful each), and the mincemeat pie (plus two small slices of the
pumpkin pie).

	Home by ten, we collapsed in the sunroom on the sofa.  "I haven't
been this stuffed since, well, last Thanksgiving," Dave sighed, patting his
stomach.

	"I sure had a good time today, Sweetcheeks," I smiled over to him.
"It made me feel so good to help out at the soup kitchen, too.  Although,
I'm not sure how much help we really were."

	"We kept some order in the line," Dave reminded me.  "That took a
lot of the worry out of whole process for the coordinator."

	"It sure was nice to see John and Tony, again.  I wonder if they'll
call."

	"They'll call," he smiled.  "I know they wanna play."

	"Why would you conclude that?  I got some good vibes from both of
them, too, but we got stiffed before when they moved."

	"Tony lost his address book and we moved," Dave reminded me.
"Besides, after some 'hand on the butt' routine, I think they'll call."

	"Just what more did you do besides pat their asses?"

	"Well," he leered.  "Just a little of this and a little of that."

	"Stand up and show me!" I challenged.

	He laughed and stood.  I moved toward him.  "Now, as I recall, both
of them had their backs to me.  So, turn around and make like you're
carving turkey or spooning out food."  I turned and did as directed.  "I
innocently came up behind Tony and asked him if he needed some big dick up
his butt.  He turned his head and smiled, recognizing my voice.  Then, he
pushed his butt back into me.  I ground my dick into his ass and put one
hand on one ass cheek while the other held his shoulder like this," he
demonstrated.  It was more than a little suggestive.

	"I hope there wasn't anyone looking that direction when you nearly
fucked him standing there," I whispered hoarsely, feeling his big dick
pressing against my ass.  "Did he do this?" I asked, squeezing his dick
with my butt cheeks, then, another squeeze with my left hand near the
thick, leaking head.

	He quickly danced away, laughing.  "No, he didn't!  His hands were
greasy from carving the turkey, but his ass sure tried to grab at my dick.
Then, I reminded him that you'd given him our number and that he should
call VERY soon."

	"You didn't give John the same treatment did you?"

	"Nah," he sighed. "He was up in front where all the people were.
But, I did manage to rub my crotch against his ass as I gave him the same
message.  It was a very private conversation, but little room between the
servers on the line to have the same kind of conversation I'd had with
Tony."

	"How about a little conversation with me?" I grinned, wrapping my
arms around his waist and pulling him into me.  I could feel his hardening
dick press against my leg as easily as he could feel my full erection
digging into his leg.

	Dave slid his hands into the back of my pants, exploring with his
fingers down my deep ass trench.  I'm sure it was familiar territory.  As
his tongue dueled with mine and his full lips pressed hotly to mine, I idly
wondered who was going to get fucked tonight.  It wasn't going to be legs
up and pressed into a chest, that's for sure.  We'd had too much to eat.
Probably face-down, butt-up was a more likely scenario.

	I unfastened my belt and pants and let them slip to the floor.
Dave's fingers worked more urgently into my fuzzy trench, quickly locating
my winker.  He pressed against my backdoor, eager to be admitted.  I pushed
back, giving him better access.  He broke the kiss and smiled.  "Wanna get
fucked, don't ya?"

	"Anytime you want it, I'm willing to surrender it."

	"Surrender, Dorothy!" he cackled.

	"Does that make you the Wizard or the Wicked Witch?"

	"Oh, I think Toto," he grinned evilly, turning me around and
dropping to his knees.  "'Cause I'm gonna fuck you doggie style."

	I smiled at his clever idea, then, bent over and spread my cheeks
for him.  "Eat it, Toto!"  He didn't have to be urged or directed.  His
face was deeply buried between my ass melons before I could finish the
sentence.  He slurped and licked as one hand slipped between my legs and
slowly jacked my hard dick.  The other hand rested on my back, pushing the
small of my back down, so my ass would rise higher.  Dave definitely liked
eating my butt.

	For another five minutes, he dined on my hole, sliding tongue and
fingers in, poking spit and precum (from my dick) deeper with each tick of
the clock.  Snorting like a bull, he rose up and mounted me, spearing my
asshole easily with his bloated trouser snake.  I squeezed with my ass
muscles, sure that I'd get several drops of his precum to ooze from his
butt ripper to coat my love tunnel.  "Oh, FUCK!  This is SO good!" he
murmured.  "This is gonna be the shortest ride on record," he added,
pushing resolutely all the way in.

	I milked every inch of his thick, obsidian rod as he plunged into
my depths, grinding his kinky pubic hair into my stretched, backdoor
entrance.  As he pulled out, I repeated my dick munching exercises,
stripping him of any linger precum and chewing on the sensitive head.

	He rode higher, fucking directly down into my ass, trying to hit my
prostate and make me cum, too.  But, he was so far gone, so hot to cum,
that there was no contest.  In a bellow of frustration and pleasure, his
hips shot forward, burying his monster all the way.  I felt it swell and
jerk hard inside me.  Dave pulled me hard into his thrusts as more dick
gravy shot out of his 11" of butt breeder into my hungry hole.

	"FUCK!" he repeated.  "Hot fuckin' ASS!"  He leaned over my back,
his dick jerking and spraying inside me, completely out of control.  Spasms
of pleasure rocked him as more thick, creamy, spermy yogurt pasted my
insides.  I relented on milking him any more.  I wanted him to stay deep
inside me, and not pull out because I was rubbing his very sensitive
dickhead too much.

	I stretched out on the floor, his hard, thick phallus buried
completely in me.  I was careful to point my own dick so I wouldn't squash
or break it off.  With that much dick in me (and the incredible rimming I'd
just taken), I was stiff as steel.  He slowly fucked me, basking in the
afterglow of our sensational sex.  His dick slowly retreated, but I
squeezed it, hoping to hold it inside me a little longer.

	But, he pulled out and smiled down at me.  "You're the best sex any
man could ever have."

	"You're not so bad yourself," I echoed.

	He extended his hand and I took it, pulling me up to a standing
position in front of him.  He kissed me tenderly.  I could taste butt and
precum on his tongue.  That acted on me as expected.  My dick got even
harder.  "Let's go take care of this," he smiled, grabbing me by my 9" dick
and leading me to the bedroom.  He knelt at the edge of the bed, his ass
toward me.  I knelt behind him and promised him that I wouldn't be able to
last as long as he did.  He only laughed and wiggled his butt at me.

	With tongue extended, I buried my face in his parted ass cheeks.  I
licked and drilled, alternating my leaking dickhead's bounty of precum and
my tongue's copious supply of spit.  About the time when I couldn't stand
it any longer and knew I had to get me some bootie on my dick, he shouted,
"Fuck me!  I can't wait any longer."

	Eating his ass does have the effect on him.  His butt wiggled at
each touch.  Even his long, thick dick had hardened, again.  Standing, I
pressed hard against his butt winker, and slid inside with one long drive,
spearing my lover's round, hard ass.  Both of us sighed contentedly.  His
big hands reached behind me and pulled me deeper into him.

	Nailed to his ass like that, he stretched out on the bed with me
atop him, securely pinned to the mattress with my spike drilled deeply.
His hips rose and fell, fucking himself on my sperm launcher.  His ass
muscles worked as hard as mine had when he was inside me, and just as
effectively.  From the time he stretched out until he had me spraying my
dick gravy into him, less than a minute had passed.  But, the waves of
pleasure crashed over me for several minutes as I creamed his butt, then,
drained the last drips of cum into him.

	His ass muscles closed around my dick, particularly at the base.
It left me harder and thicker inside him long after my climax waned.  But,
he eventually relaxed when I heard his regular, light breathing.  He'd
fallen asleep with me in him and me stretched out on his back.  He seemed
to enjoy getting plowed in that position as much as Darren and I did.
Perhaps, Jerrod had shown him how to do it.

	I recalled fondly how much we'd enjoyed several more dinners at
their house and here in the intervening weeks.  Well, more than dinner.  It
was sure nice to not have to be up early the next morning after one of our
all night sessions with them.

	But, I still hadn't invited Kurt and Gene over to meet them.
Selfish, aren't I!


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