Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2003 10:24:46 -0700
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 96

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

		 Chapter 96--More Charitable Contributions

	For the next two months, we volunteered at PFLAG and wrote checks
to Nick for computers, software, and peripherals.  His suppliers came
through, allowing him to build an additional 15 computers, and stay within
budget.  The rollout into the Head Start sites was flawless.  The high
school kids double-teamed us to service the computers as needed.  If
neither were available for a particular site, they had other friends to
call, or they could call from the list of other high school boys and girls
who already volunteered at another site.

	We'd called John Wells to thank him again for getting us such a
great settlement.  To show our gratitude, we'd be donating $1,000,000 this
year to the Las Vegas chapter of the Susan G. Komen Foundation in Cynthia's
name.  We wanted to remain anonymous, but he could tell her about it, we
said.  She was thrilled!

	The remaining $776,842, we split evenly between two AIDS hospice
facilities, telling them that we wanted them to use the money where they
saw fit.  However, we encouraged them to use it in such a manner as to gain
maximum value over several years.  In both cases, they used a part of the
funds to remodel their kitchens and bathrooms.  The remainder of the funds
went to drugs and medicines, as well as personal items most of the
residents couldn't afford.  Again, we were to remain anonymous.

	We did make it to Jack's graduation.  Jeremy was misty-eyed as Jack
walked across the stage to receive his degree.  He was so proud of his new
boyfriend.  The only problem now was finding him a job.  Jeremy was still
making good money at the Lexus dealership, but with the economy down, that
couldn't last forever.  We congratulated him in a more "personal" way, with
Jeremy "helping" out.

	Dex and Christian exchanged e-mails and pictures for nearly two
months before Dex had the opportunity to take a week's leave.  Christian
had suggested that he drive up to Vancouver to meet him, but Dex thought
better of that (considering his Marine career and the delicate situation
still unresolved with Sgt. Myers).  In case they didn't hit it off in
person, Dex prevailed upon us to be his hosts.  We readily agreed.

	Shortly after the first of April, Dex flew in from Vancouver.  We
picked him up at the airport.  Dave drove us home, but Dex and I had Dex's
pants down and my dick up his butt before we left the freeway.  I climaxed
deep in his ass as we pulled on to our street.  Buttoning back up, we raced
up the steps to the front door, the used condom drained of its contents
down Dex's throat.  "My turn!" Dave insisted when the door was shut.
"Right here!" he gestured at the carpeted, living room floor.

	Dex got down into doggie style position and begged for it.  I
lowered my pants and pushed my ass into his face.  Soon, Dave was ready to
cum, but he pulled out and flipped Dex over on to his back.  I returned to
sitting on Dex's face as Dave plugged back in.  He leaned in and sucked the
tip of Dex's leaking dick just in time.  Dex bellowed out a muffled climax
as Dave swallowed the Marine's sweet cum. Within another minute, Dave had
joined the blissful reverie with his own satisfying climax.

	"Aren't you afraid that you won't have anything left for
Christian?" Dave asked, swallowing the last of Dex's big load.
"Christian's such a sex pig that you may wish that you'd curbed your
appetite."

	Dex laughed.  "Not on your life!" he rejoined.  "There's no
possible way I wouldn't do both of you in a heartbeat, no matter who was
lined up for later.  Besides, I haven't been fucked since January when you
did me in Vancouver.  I needed to be stretched out again for that monster
dick of Christian's."

	"So, did you guys decide on a time to meet?" I pressed.

	"This evening for dinner, then, we'll do whatever seems right from
there," Dex revealed.  "But, from the way we've been corresponding, I think
we'll be fuckin' the night away."

	"He does sound very hot," Dave agreed.  "He's a big boy, and I know
you like that type."

	"He likes any type, as long as it's male," I grinned impishly.

	"Well, not quite, but pretty close," Dex agreed with a chuckle.
"However, Christian was right up front about his sordid past.  I know he's
been fuckin' everything in sight.  Of course, I had to admit to my
checkered past, too."

	"Not as checkered as his," Dave assured him.  "He's been through
most of the football team."

	"Yeah, I know," Dex sighed.  "We've talked about all of them.  The
discussions have been very hot, but I feel kinda like I'm 'next', instead
of 'special'."

	"You just might be the one to turn him around, you know," I
considered.  "You gotta kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince."

	"I was an exception, of course," Dave smiled warmly.  "I found my
prince on the first lily pad."

	"Good thing you did or I'd have married him," Dex grinned back.
"Well, either one of you, really!  How come the good ones are always
taken?"

	"Not all the good ones," I said.  "There are lots of great
prospects out there.  The married ones are attractive, because they aren't
available for more than sex, if that."

	"Yeah, and I'm looking for more than sex," Dex sighed deeply.

	"Well, based on Christian's reputation, I wouldn't put a lot of
hope on him," Dave warned.  "But, he'll be a hot fuck!" he brightened.

	"Of that, I'm sure.  He sure writes a great chat when we're on line
together.  If he delivers even half that good, I'll be well and truly
fucked," Dex smirked.

	"Sounds like he's pretty verbal," I allowed.

	"Yeah, that really turns me on.  And he's pretty literate, too.  He
used some words I didn't even know.  I had to look them up!"

	"They don't hand out degrees with high honors from UCLA because
you've got a big dick," Dave smiled.

	The phone rang.  Christian was calling for Dex.  He wanted the
Marine badly, and as soon as possible.  They finally agreed that he'd pick
up Captain Garvey at our house and they'd go for a light lunch, then,
decide if there was reason to pursue more.

	"If this gets too crazy, I'll call ya," Dex said.  "You'll rescue
me, won't ya?"

	"It won't come to that," I assured him.  "But, if you need to bail
and you need an alibi, we'll supply it."

	Christian was everything he'd been touted to be: tall, very good
looking, well built, dazzling, brown, bedroom eyes, and a bubble butt you
could set several wine glasses on.  Physically, he was everything that Dex
liked.  From the silly grin on his face, Dex telegraphed that message to
anyone watching.  Christian was similarly smitten, and a little
tongue-tied.

	"You have the most incredible blue eyes," Christian finally blurted
out.  "And you were far too modest about your wonderful body.  Those
pictures didn't do you justice.  You must work out all the time," he
gushed.

	"Just doing my PT like Marines are supposed to," Dex blushed.

	"PT?"

	"Physical Training," Dex clarified.

	"Oh.  Well, it sure works," Christian answered, putting his right
arm around Dex's shoulders and squeezing.  "Totally solid, too.  I like
that.  Most of the football types go for bulk, not hard muscle," he added
with a boyish grin.

	Dex blushed furiously.  "Uh, let's do lunch before we make a
spectacle of ourselves," he suggested.  "You're taller than I expected,
even though I knew you were 6'6".  I guess you look taller because of those
big shoulders," the blushing Marine said admiringly.  "I'll gladly scale
your north slope," he giggled.

	"I'll lay down and make it easier for you," Christian leered.

	"I'll beat you to the bed," Dex countered, laughing.
	
	By the time they reached Christian's car, lunch had been completely
forgotten.

	"Something tells me we won't be hearing from them any time soon,"
Dave commented.  "I wouldn't mind scaling his north slope, either," he
grinned.

	"Nor would I."

	"It won't be anytime soon from the look of things," Dave smiled as
we waved toward the departing Mercedes.  "It'll take a crowbar to separate
them for at least the next day."

	"From Christian's reputation as an insatiable top and Dex's
well-known (to us, anyway) skills as a bottom, I wouldn't venture a guess
as to which one will fade first," I said.  "Christian has the recent
history of getting it on, but Dex seems to always be ready for a fuck, no
matter how long it's been since his last encounter."

	"Agreed," Dave nodded.  "But, I'm sure we'll hear all about it.  I
love a man who kisses and tells.  Dex isn't at all reluctant to share."

	"We do bring out the best in him, don't we!"

	After a late afternoon workout at the gym (where a hot Asian number
sat on Dave's dick while I fucked Dave's tight ass), we called PFLAG and
let them know we'd be available if they needed us in the morning.  They
assured us that they would.  "A young, black man contacted us today.  He's
going through a lot of mental trauma with his family," the
receptionist/scheduler revealed.  "A nice kid," he added.  "But, the
family's being less than supportive.  In fact, they've thrown his cute ass
out on the street with his clothes."

	"That's so sick!" Dave ranted.  "What's wrong with them?"

	"It's always religion," the receptionist sighed.  "How can they be
so outwardly Christian and be so un-Christian to their own child?"

	"I've never understood that, either.  How old's this kid?" Dave
asked.

	"Uh, let's see.  I think he said he's a junior in college, so that
makes him around 21, I guess."

	"Of course, that means the end of his college career, if they were
helping pay for it," Dave blustered.

	"Yeah, that's what's got him more concerned than living on the
street."

	"Does he have a place to stay at least tonight?" Dave pressed.

	"Yes.  He's been assigned to one of our emergency shelters."  That
meant he'd been sent to the home of one of the volunteers at PFLAG, who had
a standing invitation for any kid in need to spend a few days with them.
But, the temporary shelter was just that, temporary.  It couldn't last more
than a week.  By then, PFLAG and the kid had to come up with other living
arrangements.

	Dave gave me the lowdown on what was going on after he'd hung up.
"At least, we can help him with his college expenses through PFLAG," I
reminded him.  "We'll have to check into it tomorrow to be sure that he
qualifies, of course."

	"Yeah, I'd like to meet him, too.  It might help him to be talking
to another brutha," Dave suggested, warming to the idea of helping.  "Kids
are emancipated at 18 in this State, so we can't sue his so-called parents
for child abandonment.  But, I'd sure like to knock some sense into them."

	"You know," I mused, "your momma's a good church-goin' lady.  She
just might know his parents.  Not that your dad isn't a good Christian,
too.  But, I'll bet she could talk horse sense as a mother better than your
dad could.  And that doesn't take anything away from him."

	"An astute observation, Mike," Dave grinned.  "You got her pegged!
The black church community is pretty tight, so she probably does know this
kid's parents.  As soon as we know more about him, I'll call mom and sic
her on them."

	"Oh, Lord!  Minerva Brown!" his mother grimaced after Dave had told
her about Bobby Brown being thrown out of the family house when they found
out their second son was gay.  "She's the most rigid woman I've ever known.
I've been looking for an opportunity to take her down a peg and this'll do
it.  There's a ladies auxiliary meeting tomorrow.  I'm bringing this up as
part of the message that I'm supposed to present that day.  She'll be
apoplectic!"

	"You gonna call her out just like that, Mom?" Dave wondered.

	"Oh, no.  I'm far more devious than that.  I'll make it one of
these general, Christian charity messages, using no names.  But, I'll be
sure to glance her direction often," she laughed.  "I'm so saddened.
Bobby's such a sweet boy, and so handsome.  He takes after his daddy, you
know," she cackled.  "Certainly not his tight-ass momma!"

	"Momma!"

	"Well, pardon my French, but she is!" his mother sputtered.

	"What about Mr. Brown, Bobby's daddy?"

	"He's a good man, but she rules the roost."

	"So, I guess there's no way to do an end-run around her by getting
to him?"

	"Doubtful, but I'll put your daddy on that one.  Parker and David
go back a long way.  He just might put some backbone in Parker," she
brightened.  "This is their youngest, and the only one that's gotta chance
to amount to anything and they throw him out on to the street.  What's
wrong with people these days?" Opal asked rhetorically.  Dave told me later
that Opal had spilled the beans about Minerva's other kids.  The older son
was in street gangs in Compton, so they moved here to get him away from
that bad influence.  But, it didn't help.  He was serving time in the State
Penitentiary for attempted murder during a drive-by shooting.  Their only
daughter was carrying her third child, and still unmarried.  Yet, they
never threw either of them out of the house.

	That afternoon, Bobby came into PFLAG to get housing assistance.
He was as handsome as advertised.  Bobby was light-skinned enough that he
could have passed for white in a dim light.  He wasn't very tall at 5'6"
and almost painfully skinny, but his bright, winning smile won you over
immediately.  Dave won his confidence almost immediately and Bobby poured
out his story.

	I won't bore you with all the details, but one of the gossips at
the church had seen him holding hands and kissing a white boy outside an
adult bookstore.  Of course, the old gossip immediately had to tell Minerva
Brown.  When Bobby returned from his last class of the day, his mother had
packed up his clothes into several cardboard boxes, leaving them on the
porch with a note.  "Don't ever darken our doorstep, again.  You're no
longer our son, you Devil worshipper!"  His key no longer fit in the door,
so he bundled up his clothes and drove away.  He called his sister to find
out what was going on.  She told him all the gossipy details.  He was
crushed.  His parents wouldn't even come to the phone when he asked to
speak to them.  He was alone.

	Well, not completely alone.  His white boyfriend joined us late in
the afternoon.  He was stunningly beautiful for a young man.  He was about
6' tall, weighed close to 200 pounds because of his heavily developed,
muscular body.  His short, blonde hair was almost white.  He rushed into
Bobby's arms and kissed him, his big arms encircling the black, college
student's slender body.  Bobby's hands casually caressed the muscular butt
of his boyfriend.  The boyfriend moaned pleasurably.

	"Gawd!  How I love you," the boyfriend said when they broke their
kiss.  "You okay?"

	"Sure.  These good people found a place for me to stay, but only
for a week," Bobby replied.
	
	"I wish you could stay with me, but my parents would have a cow,"
his boyfriend sighed, kissing him again, gently on the forehead.

	"Don't worry about it.  PFLAG is coming to the rescue."

	"How so?"
	
	"They're gonna help me with the last tuition payments and help me
find a place to live.  A job is what I really need, now, though.  The
part-time one isn't gonna do it."

	"PFLAG has the funds to help you out," Dave interrupted.  "Going to
full-time work would require you to drop classes.  And you can't do that
this close to the end of the school year.  Nor so close to graduating," he
added.

	"I'll pay them back in full," Bobby vowed.

	"Worry about that when the time comes," Dave suggested softly.

	"Have you started looking for an apartment, yet?" I queried.

	"I haven't had the time, yet.  I was gonna do it this weekend,"
Bobby replied.  He blushed.  "Where are my manners?  My momma would thrash
me.  Terry, this is Mike and this is Dave," he smiled introducing us to his
blonde Adonis.  "He has more talent in his little finger than I have in my
whole body."

	"You have talent where it counts," Terry smiled evilly.  Again,
Bobby blushed.

	"Terry!"

	"Oh, they've heard worse, I'm sure," Terry grinned at us.  We
smiled back.  Indeed, we had.  Probably, we'd said it in front of others,
too.  Young love is ferociously intense.  A look of concern crept over
Terry's face.  "Where we gonna fuck, now?" he whispered.  "How about the
place you're staying?"

	"No can do," Bobby said.  "That's part of the agreement.  No
visitors for the few days that I'm in this temporary situation."

	"We can't fuck at my place.  Mom's always home and I know the
'rents would pitch a fit if they knew I was fuckin' around with some guy,"
Terry giggled, squeezing his boyfriend's shoulders.

	"You can last a week," Dave opined.

	"You ever been away from your boyfriend for a week?" Terry
challenged.

	"Well, no," Dave admitted.

	"You think you could last?"

	"If I had to, but I wouldn't want to," Dave allowed.

	"How old are you, Terry?" I asked.

	"I turned 18 last week," Terry smiled triumphantly.  "I'm an adult
and can do everything legal now."

	"Yeah, we've been terrified that we'd get caught while Terry was
still underage.  You know, contributing to the delinquency of a minor?"
Bobby smiled mischievously.

	"How long have you been dating?" I pried.

	"Nearly a year now," Terry said.  "We met at a college recruiting
fair.  I'd already been told I was in the running for football and academic
scholarships, so I thought I'd check out the programs they were offering."

	"The Dean of the College of Fine Arts asked me to staff the table
when one of his graduate students crapped out on him.  He and I know each
other, uh, personally," he blushed crimson, again.

	"We all have pasts, Bobby," Terry soothed, kissing Bobby's right
hand.

	"That's kinda tacky for the Dean to be fraternizing with a
student," I observed.

	"Well, it wasn't a conscious play on his part.  He blew me at an
adult bookstore in a booth," he blushed.  "He didn't know who I was, nor
did I know who he was.  Then, he took me home and we, uh, got better
acquainted," he grinned sheepishly.  "It wasn't until at least a month
later, after many additional trysts, that I found out who he was.  It
wasn't too long after that that he asked me to staff the Fine Arts booth.
From that day forward, I've been with Terry."

	"And the Dean?" Dave wondered.

	"Probably back to prowling the bookstores," Bobby sighed.  "He's
really a very sweet man, very generous, but very lonely.  He deserves
better."

	"Mike and I are great at matchmaking," Dave smiled.  "Introduce us.
I'm sure we can help out.  What's he like in a man?"

	"Big dick," Terry laughed.  "What else!"

	"Well, that's probably true," Bobby agreed smiling.  "He has some
regular fuck buddies, and they're all ages and types, he told me.  But, I
know he really wants someone steady that he can love.  Nice as he is, he
just isn't my type for more than a fuck.  Terry is."

	"I have to admire your good taste.  He's quite a catch, Bobby," I
grinned impishly.

	"We always have the bookstores, Terry," Bobby suggested.

	"They're so gross," Terry lamented.  "I wanna make love to you, not
just fuck."

	Dave looked over at me and I nodded.  "You can fuck at our place
when you need it," Dave allowed.  "But, if anything's missing, I'll beat
both of you senseless."

	"Except for condoms and lube," I added.

	"Yeah, except for that.  Use them, all the time," Dave insisted.

	"We don't use condoms anymore.  We've been tested and bareback
exclusively with each other.  It's been a year!" he defended when Dave gave
him the evil eye.

	"You sure?" Dave challenged.  "Young men your age have your entire
lives in front of you.  Don't fuck it up for a hot dick!"

	"Yes, mother," Terry deadpanned.

	"As often as we fuck, I don't think either of us have the energy to
do anyone else, anyway," Bobby said.  "We've heard all the lectures.  We
know what we're doing."

	We had no reason to doubt them, so let the matter drop.  Handing
them our address and phone number, we told them to call ahead.  "Old as we
may be, we do have the occasional trysts of our own, boys.  Respect your
elders," I laughed.

	"How about now?" Bobby asked.  "I'm goin' crazy.  I haven't had
Terry since yesterday morning before his gym class."

	"That sounds like fun.  Wanna tell us about it?" Dave leered.

	"Uh, we'll just let your imaginations work on it," Bobby dodged.

	"But, we still appreciate the offer," Terry recovered.  "Would now
be inconvenient?"

	"We're about ready to go home, anyway," I responded.  "Now is
good."

	"We'll follow you over," Bobby offered.

	We were home in ten minutes.  Dashing up the sidewalk after us,
Terry said, "You guys must be doin' okay with a Lexus and a great house
like this.  What kinda work do you do that you can be off in the middle of
the week to do volunteer work?"

	"Uh, we don't work," I stumbled.

	"We're investors," Dave said, quoting our standard dodge.

	"Yeah, right," Bobby smirked.  "And I'm the Queen of England."

	"Who cares?  Let's fuck!" Terry blurted out.  "I'll probably cum
before I even get it in," he complained.

	"Then, you'll just have to lick it off," Bobby grinned.

	"I prefer doing that after I've been riding your hot butt," Terry
grinned right back.

	"That never lasts long," Bobby shot back laughing.

	"Same to you, Bobby," Terry retorted.  "You've never been able to
ride my muscle ass longer than two minutes before you explode."

	The exchange had occurred as they ascended the stairway to our
guest bedroom.  "Condoms and lube there," I indicated pointing to the
nightstand.  "Enjoy!"

	"We don't use condoms!" they shouted in unison.

	"Okay, OKAY!  Shit!" Dave laughed.  "So, would you like to stay for
dinner?"

	"Depends on when it is," Bobby replied.

	"I was thinking about a couple of hours from now," Dave answered.
"Will that give you enough time to, uh, reconnect?"

	"Just barely," Terry laughed.  "But, we'll hurry."

	"After the first couple of times, we'll take more time, though,"
Bobby bragged.

	"Damned kids," I muttered with a chuckle.

	We left them in the upstairs bedroom rapidly flinging their clothes
in all directions.  "What about dinner?" I asked.  "Did you have something
in mind?"

	"Not really," he replied.  "I just wondered how long they thought
they needed to be alone.  As we considered and discarded several ideas, we
heard an increasing crescendo of two male voices rapidly approaching their
climaxes.  Nothing intelligible rattled down the stairway, but the grunts
of pleasure were unmistakable.  Both young men were enjoying their orgasms.
"That sounds like the fastest 69 I've ever heard."

	I laughed at his observation.  "Considering how muffled they were,
I have to agree.  If they'd been fucking, we'd have clearly heard one of
them bellowing out his explosion."

	"Now, they'll probably fuck each other to death for a couple of
hours," Dave sighed.

	"Were we that bad a year after we met and started fucking?"

	"I don't think so.  But, living together and fuckin' around with
other guys all the time like we have would make a difference.  Besides,
they've got the additional pressure and impetus to get it on.  Both of
their families wouldn't approve.  And you know how the appeal and allure of
forbidden fruit spurs you on," Dave recalled.  "Until this month, Terry was
underage.  That's even more forbidden."  He paused as if reflecting on
something.  "Remember how good we fucked when we were at your parent's
place for Christmas.  It was all we could do to keep from fuckin' each
other right in front of Brother Brigham next to Temple Square!"  I had to
laugh.  He was so right.  We were really into each other in those
circumstance.  The riskier and more intimate the sex, the more we relished
it.

	"So, they'll be busy for a while.  Why not take a chapter from
their book?" I coyly suggested.

	"Only if you promise to eat my ass and fuck me to death," Dave
stipulated.

	"You drive a hard bargain, Mister."

	"Drive your hard dick up my ass!"

	We headed to our bedroom (mimicking the clothes-tossing scene we'd
partially witnessed upstairs).  As each article was shed, lips and fingers
explored the newly exposed skin.  "You have the most delicious skin,
Sugar," Dave breathed into my neck.  "I love this beautiful, hairy chest.
It's so masculine and such a turn-on," he added, mowing through my chest
hair with his fingers.

	"You keep that up and I'll be the one on the bottom," I moaned as
his lips closed over my erect right nipple.  "And that wouldn't be so bad."

	"You don't get off that easily," Dave smiled pulling away and
stepping out of his shorts.  "Someone promised me some ass play."

	"I believe the agreement…." I began to remind him, pushing him
onto his back.  His legs flew instantly over his head where he held them
with both hands.  "Ah, I see you recall, now."

	"Get busy," Dave insisted.  "We have less than two hours."

	I grinned down at him.  "You have the most beautiful ass," I
complimented him, diving deeply into his winking pucker hole.  No
preliminaries this time.  "And so delicious!"

	Holding both legs tightly into his chest, Dave's other hand pressed
on the back of my head.  "If you decide you'd like to stay there for the
entire two hours, I'm fine with that," he moaned.  "Oh, damn!  You're the
best ass eater I've ever known.  And we've known some who should turn
professional!  DAMN!" he groaned more loudly.  "Fuck, Mike!  EAT ME!"

	I grinned inwardly at his suggestion.  My tongue loved the idea,
but my hard dick and churning nuts thought otherwise.  I sucked and licked
at his butt, chewed on his hard butt cheeks, and savored the flavor of
manhole.  Applying a dollop of lube to his butthole and my dickhead, I
aimed my 9" meat missile at his winker and pushed.  He sighed contentedly,
resting his legs on my broad shoulders and his hands on my ass.  Dave
pulled me deeper with his ass muscles and his strong, big hands.

	"Stop milking me or I'll cum too soon," I warned.  He backed off
some, but not enough.  "Stop, I said!" squeezing my eyes shut and trying to
think of anything else but the incredible sensations racing to my brain
from my happy dick.  He held me deeply and finally stopped massaging my
dick.  I opened my eyes when the threatening climax waves receded.  He
smiled up at me.

	"You seem inspired," he grinned.

	"I haven't been in your beautiful ass in a day, Dave.  You drive me
crazy."

	"It had nothing to do with Terry's hot ass?" he teased.

	"Well, maybe a little.  But, I'll bet Bobby has a monster dick.
Those skinny guys always do," I added bending down to kiss him.  "As I
recall from the pictures your mom showed me of you in high school, you were
practically skin and bones, nicely proving my point."  Before he could
argue, I kissed him passionately and began long-dicking him.  For at least
three minutes, I didn't break the lip lock or the slow fuck.  We were
chuffing like two locomotives by the time I let him up for air.  He looked
up into my face dreamily.

	"I'm sure you had something interesting to say that I should be
responding to, but you just fucked it out of me," he smiled vacantly.
"Gawd!  You're a great fuck!"

	Each time I got close to my climax, I backed off.  But, each time,
Dave pulled me closer and closer to the edge.  Finally, I realized I'd gone
too far.  I couldn't stop in time, not with his ass muscles milking me as
they so expertly did.  His heels dug into my back like spurs, urging me
into a gallop.  "Hot fuckin' ASS!" I bellowed, and sprayed my first of
several hot streams of dick gravy into his thirsty butthole.  A finger
slipped up my ass and increased the body-wracking climax landslides.
Powerfucking his butt, I couldn't do much more than hang on as my hips
slammed eagerly into him, unloading more sperm with each deafening roar
from my throat.  "Hot fuck!" I repeated in a mantra-like cadence.

	The boys upstairs were having an equally good time from the muffled
sounds emanating from that general direction.  We started laughing.  I
rolled onto the bed next to Dave, shaking with mirth.  He was similarly
amused.  "This really isn't funny, but I can't stop laughing," Dave finally
managed to stage whisper.  "They had to hear us, the way we were carryin'
on."

	"I don't think they care one way or the other.  They are so into
each other.  We're just the landlords," I reminded him.  "We'd best be
getting dinner started for them.  Have you thought of anything, yet?" I
asked, pulling him from the bed.  His big dick waved wetly at me.

	"How about some of that terrific orange chicken with salad that you
make?" he said nuzzling my neck from the back, as he grabbed me about the
waist and tried to bury his monster in my ass.  But, it skidded up my
hirsute ass trench, leaving a slug trail of precum.

	"I think dinner can wait," I said dreamily over my shoulder.  "How
about a shower scene, and I don't mean the one from 'Psycho'!"

	 Dave purposely ignored what I'd said about "Psycho," using his
massive weapon to stab my ass repeatedly.  Being a willing victim, I backed
up on to his scimitar and rode him hard.  He pulled out twice, trying to
keep me from milking cum from his nuts before he wanted to shoot.  I
reminded him that we needed to retain some hot water for the boys upstairs.
He grinned and plowed me in long, delicious strokes until I'd been drilled,
filled, and billed.  "That'll cost ya," he smiled as I soaped up his
wilting dragon.

	"Name your price."

	"You gotta fuck me before we go to sleep tonight."

	"I'd have paid you for that joy, Dave," I said, stepping into a
kiss.  Both hands slid down his back and cupped his hard muscle cheeks.
"Barebacking your ass is better than anything else I can imagine," I
crooned into his neck.  "Of course, the preliminaries make it even better."

	"That had better mean you'll eat my ass like you did at the gym and
again, just a few minutes ago."  I smiled my agreement.  "But, this time, I
wanna feel this hairy chest on my back as you fuck me hard, using me as
your butt slave."  My dick was starting to rise, again.  "We have time
now," he leered, turning off the shower.

	I nodded and toweled off fast.  But, before we could get to the
bedroom, the shower upstairs turned on.  "Fuck!" I spat.  "Just when my
friend here wanted a nice piece of black ass, the kids get in the way."

	"There'll be other times."  Reluctantly, we got dressed.  I dashed
around the kitchen, cutting up chicken breast into smaller pieces and
browning it gently in the frying pan.  When it was lightly golden, I added
orange juice and let it simmer.  Dave had been hacking up romaine lettuce,
carrots, tomatoes, celery, cheese cubes, and jicama.  The reduced orange
juice made a great salad dressing.

	The shower upstairs finally turned off (far longer than a couple of
showers should have taken we decided).  Dressed again, the boys joined us
in the kitchen, looking freshly scrubbed, satisfied, and well fucked.  Both
of them gave us hugs, thanking us for a place to fuck as well as dinner.
"Here," Dave smirked handing both of them the remains of a couple of
carrots.  "Breath freshener," he laughed.  Bobby and Terry blushed, but
graciously accepted the carrots.

	"Uh, we probably need some of that, too, Dave," I stage whispered.
The boys laughed at my suggestion, relieved that they weren't the only ones
caught at butt rimming and cum swallowing.

	"But, I don't need one," Dave started to say, but quickly clammed
up, snatching up a carrot for himself.  He'd had a flash of recollection.
His face and tongue had tried to reach my tonsils through my butthole while
we were in the shower.  That big dick didn't slide up my ass without some
preparation.  His blush wasn't as obvious as everyone else's, but I knew
the telltale signs.

	After dinner, the boys returned upstairs (of course, one more fuck
was required before they left).  With promises to call us tomorrow to
arrange another assignation, they hugged both of us and left.

	"I wonder if they've ever spent a night together?" I mused.

	"Probably not," Dave answered.  "With Terry still living with his
parents, they aren't going to let an 'older' man sleep with their son.  And
Bobby's momma would have had kittens had anyone even suggested that those
two sleep in her house together."

	"All that sneaking around must be very trying."

	"I know it would bother me a lot."

	Dex called the next morning (having spent two nights and a day with
Christian) to let us know that everything was wonderful between them.
"What a stud!" he gushed.  "I've never been so fucked in all my life.  Even
you two trading off and bangin' my butt didn't stay in the saddle as long
as he does.  Christian doesn't wilt, even after he cums.  So, he just keeps
fuckin'.  The only time he pulled out the first night was to put on new
condoms, because he'd filled the old ones.  And when he did pull out and
put on a new one, he always was eatin' my ass, again.  He's as much a butt
eater as I am!"

	"Sounds like a pretty good match," Dave agreed.

	"You ever get into that tall ass of his?" I pried.

	"Duh!" Dex laughed.  "Of course, I did.  That butt's too pretty to
just eat and ignore.  He likes to take it in the ass, too.  But, he told me
he only does that for real muscle studs with big dicks.  Otherwise, he's
exclusively a top."

	"You guys do anything besides fuck?" Dave zeroed in.

	"Yeah, we ate butt!"

	"You know what I mean," Dave laughed.  "Any talking?"

	"We talked a little, but fucked more than anything.  It's still too
early to be makin' plans for being together," the Marine answered.

	"If you had to make a decision today because your hitch was up,
would he convince you to try civilian life?" I pressed.

	"Well, I think it's still too early. But, he does have all the
things I love in a man.  Lord knows he could support me until I got a good
job.  And we'd have to have THE discussion about monogamy, too.  But, the
physical part of the relationship is sensational!"

	"So, will we even see you for the rest of your leave?" Dave
wondered.

	"Uh, well, that's one of the reasons I'm calling.  Chris asked me
to move in with him for the rest of the week.  There's no point in taking
up room at your place with my gear when I'll not be there," he pointed out.
We weren't surprised.  "And Christian and I would like to invite you over
to dinner.  Would tomorrow night be too soon?"  I did a quick check of our
calendar.  Nothing was on the calendar for Tuesday, except for haircuts in
the afternoon.  We accepted.

	"What can we bring?" I asked.

	"Uh, let me check with Chris."  After a few moments, he was back on
line.  "A couple bottles of wine would be good.  Chris isn't in training
now, so he can indulge," he giggled.  What he said wasn't that funny.  We
heard a low growl in the background and a sharp intake of breath.  "Damn!"
Dex whispered into the phone.  "Uh, see ya Tuesday night!" he hastily said,
breaking the connection.

	We decided that was funny!  Between guffaws, Dave said, "Someone
was getting their butt fucked or eaten, or his dick sucked."

	"Clearly, Dex was the recipient of something nice," I concurred.

	Dinner was excellent.  Both men acquitted themselves well in the
kitchen.  But, they looked so tired that we left soon after dessert.
Fucking non-stop, around the clock is tiring, no matter what your age.
Even Bobby and Terry weren't that insatiable.  But, Christian and Dex
couldn't bond often enough, couldn't get close enough, and couldn't mate
frequently enough to allow for sleep.  Eventually, they'd slow down, but it
wasn't going to happen during Dex's one-week leave.

	For the rest of the week, Terry and Bobby used our upstairs bedroom
for their randy, teen sex escapades.  By Friday, Bobby had a new apartment.
With the first and last month's rent, plus cleaning deposit paid by PFLAG,
he moved his meager belongings.  Because it was the weekend, Terry had no
problem spending long hours with Bobby.  But, they still hadn't been able
to spend the night together.  As soon as Terry graduated, he was moving out
of his parent's house, he'd vowed, and in with Bobby.  They were so much in
love it was almost painful to be with them.

	By mid-April, Conrad and Max had scheduled a vacation with us.
They'd be arriving in early May just in time for Dave's birthday on the
7th.  They'd be staying through our anniversary and my birthday, then,
flying back to London.  The Talmadge boys (Jed and Preston) were coming at
the same time.  We had the room, so it was no inconvenience to have them
here together.  It gave us more excuse to party.

	Terry got a summer job lined up with an alumnus of the University
who was a big fan of the football team.  The job would be cut back to
part-time during the school year, so his studies wouldn't suffer.  We
introduced Bobby and Terry to the coaches and to Darren and Jerrod.  We
thought Terry should begin making connections with professional players as
well as coaches.  And it would be good for them to meet other gay men in
committed relationships besides us.  Bobby finally got a job with the local
school district's summer program for kids.  There was a possibility of the
job becoming permanent, but part-time: a perfect fit.

	By late April, Dex had heard that Gunnery Sergeant Myers was
retiring from the Service and moving back to his hometown.  The Colonel had
finally fully staffed the Consulate, so Dex could coast more now.  He and
Christian had kept up a torrid relationship via e-mail and chat software.
Dex had more leave he was going to take, but wasn't sure when Christian
would be available.  Training camp would be starting soon, so it had to be
in the next couple of months.  We suggested that he come down the second
week of May to celebrate our birthdays as well as our anniversary.  He
called back, having firmed up those plans with Christian.  "My butt,
tongue, and dick sure miss him," he sighed before ringing off the second
time.

	Max and Conrad arrived on Sunday, May 5th.  Max insisted I sit in
the backseat with him, while Conrad was in front with Dave.  As a welcoming
gift, Conrad blew Dave and Max blew me.  Before we left the freeway, I'd
coated Max's throat with my cream.  Dave roared out his climax at the
stoplight at the end of the freeway ramp.  The driver next to us had the
misfortune of glancing over at the car as Conrad's body and smiling face
rose out of Dave's lap.  He stared in gaping astonishment.  Of course, we
were highly amused.

	After lunch, we launched into an ever changing four-way, finally
culminating in four throats being flooded with more creamy dick sauce.  A
delicious dessert we concluded, laughing.  Kurt and Gene joined us for
dinner and easily convinced our friends from "across the pond" to spend a
few hours at their house.  At midnight, they quietly crept back into our
house and went to bed.

	As it was early May, the sun was rising earlier each morning.  I
awakened to Dave kissing me on the right nipple.  My dick was already hard
as steel with my morning woodie.  "I think we should welcome our guests,"
Dave whispered.  "They can sleep later after we fuck their brains out," he
added with a devilish grin.

	"You don't have to persuade me!" I replied bounding out of bed.  We
raced up the stairway and crept into their room.  Conrad and Max were
sleeping like two spoons in a drawer.  Conrad probably had his dick in
Max's ass, too.  Dave slipped into bed behind Conrad, and I clamped a lip
lock on Max's hard, morning woodie.  Our guests awoke with a start.

	"Fuck!  You scared the shit outta me," Conrad swore in heavy
German.

	"I was hoping to FUCK the shit out of you, instead," Dave grinned,
kissing the big German full on the lips and pressing his black monster into
Conrad's deep ass trench.

	"Can I have some of that, too?" Max smiled down at me.

	"You don't like my blowjob?"

	"Love it, but I'd much rather get fucked.  Conrad's been knocking
on my back door most of the night, despite the fact that he was fast
asleep," he smiled over his shoulder.  "However, I see that he's busy right
now, so you can do the honors."

	"You have a favorite position?"

	"Face to face.  I wanna watch you when you cum.  You are so intense
and so into it when you squirt your load."

	He handed me a condom and lube.  Quickly, I put them aside and
pushed his legs into his chest.  He grinned widely, and assisted by holding
his knees up to his head.  His round ass split and revealed his tight
pucker.  How it could be tight after taking a monster like Conrad's for the
last few years was astonishing.  My tongue licked around his winker, then,
drilled him dead center.  He moaned at the contact, one hand darting out to
push my face deeper.  My bristled moustache rasped at his tender, pink
hole, but he only groaned louder.

	Conrad was sitting on Dave's black pole, rocking forward and
backward, and pushing the black snake deeper.  Then, he'd pull nearly all
the way out as his big 12" Teutonic dick slipped between Dave's hungry
lips.  Precum spread around my lover's lips each time Conrad rocked back
onto the thick invader.  Dave's head followed him as far as he could,
trying to keep the big, pink, living dildo captive.  >From the groans and
moans escaping from both of them, I knew both were getting close to
eruption.  I didn't know how Dave withstood the 260 pounds of German muscle
sitting on his dick and abdomen, but he didn't seem to mind.  It probably
had something to do with the horsedick in his mouth.

	"I gotta have it, now," Max insisted, pulling my face out of his
ass, and my thoughts away from Conrad and Dave.  "NOW!"

	I bagged my dick and pushed it against his butt.  Easily, his ass
swallowed all of my 9".  He grinned up at me and pulled my head down for a
kiss.  His hands rested on my muscular ass as I ground in the last, thick
inch.  Rotating my hips, I stirred his butthole until I felt him quiver.
His prostate would be shredded, now that I knew where it was.  With each
renewed thrust, my thick, flared dickhead rubbed against his joy button.
The pitch and volume of his groans increased.  His dick waved and dribbled
precum at an increasing rate.

	"Gawd!  You're gonna fuck the cum right out of me!" he bellowed in
amazement.  "I'm gonna cum!"  He tried to jack his jerking meat, but I
slapped his hand away.  "CUMMING!" he reiterated.

	With the first shot of cream hitting his neck, I went for broke.
It felt good to stop holding back and unleash my pent-up flood of sperm.
Before the fourth stream of cum sprayed across Max's chest, I started
filling the condom buried deep in his ass.  Rather than long-dick myself
through a climax, I held my fat 9" as deep in his butt as I could and
stirred my dick against his prostate.  His fingers dug into my hard,
quivering butt cheeks, begging me to pump him harder and faster.  Shudders
of climax shook his body, rippling through his ass, and milking my
squirting dick of more cum for the condom.

	I leaned over and licked up errant ropes of liquefying cum that had
splattered on his neck, chin, and chest.  Kissing him ardently, I shared
his copious bounty.

	Dave's muffled climax roar broke our kiss.  Conrad's monster meat
had lodged between his lips, only the head buried.  Dave's dick was
securely thrusting faster and harder up the big German's butt.  Conrad
shook as a climax wave smashed into his body, transferring the debilitating
wave to Dave's hard body and pistoning dick.  I thought Conrad might push
his dick deeper into Dave's mouth, but the big dick in his ass, rubbing his
joy button prevented him from letting his firing dick control the
situation.

	We separated, reminding them of our other guests arriving this
morning, and left their room.

	"They're probably still suffering from jet lag," I said as we crept
back down the stairs.  "I'll fix breakfast for them as soon as they're up.
What time are the Talmadge boys supposed to arrive?"

	"Uh, I think it's 2:30 this afternoon.  Let me check my last e-mail
from them."  Dave dashed back upstairs and I headed for the shower in the
main bathroom.  I finished my shower, but Dave hadn't returned.  The
unmistakable sounds of sex drifted down the stairway.  The three men were
fucking doggie style: Max on the bottom, Dave in the middle, and Conrad on
top.

	"May I join in?"

	"Yeah," Conrad smiled.  "Fuck my ass!"

	"No, let me suck you off," Max insisted.  "You've showered, so
there's no point in eating your ass, unless someone's been cumming in it,"
he laughed.

	"I'll give you my load," I told Max, "but your boyfriend and I are
gonna do some heavy-duty kissing."

	"What do I get outta this?" Dave whined.

	"A big German dick in your butt and a hot, tight ass to fuck," I
told him.  "And I know how good that ass is for fuckin'."  He smiled.
Clearly, he had the best position of all of us.

	Evidently, they were over their jet lag.  Conrad's monster dick
stroked Dave's tight black hole superbly.  As I kiss the German hunk, I got
occasional glances at their coupling.  Adding that to Max's expert blowjob,
I was the first one to climax, again.  That caused Max to spray his load
onto the plastic carpet protector we had under the wheels of our computer
desk chairs.  His milking ass pulled cum from Dave's dick instantly,
sending echoing spasms of climax through Dave, and sucking cum from
Conrad's monster into the Magnum condom protecting Dave's ass.

	"How do you hope to be 'up' for our Utah guests after two sessions
with our London friends?" I asked Dave as he showered.  Dave turned around
in the shower and waved his nearly hard 11" dick my direction.  "Oh," I
smiled.  "I sometimes forget you don't have an off button."

	"And you must have forgotten how hot Preston's ass is," Dave
laughed.  "I haven't.  I was just thinking about the good times we've had
with him."

	"You think it'll be awkward with Preston and Jeremy attending the
same birthday/anniversary festivities?  They were pretty torrid for a
while," I wondered aloud.

	"It may be, but they're big boys.  They'll handle it," Dave answer
stepping out of the shower.  How could he look so damned good, dripping
wet!  "I know that look," he laughed.  "Get your ass outta here and start
making breakfast for our guests.  Otherwise, I'll have to use this big dick
on your ass.  And we wouldn't want me to not be 'prepared' for our Utah
guests.  Nor make our London guests wait for their breakfasts."

	"Just a taste?" I begged, falling to my knees and slurping his
thick dick into my mouth.

	"Get outta here!" he laughed spinning away.  "You'll get some
later.  But, you gotta be good, now!"  I reached for him, again, but he
slapped my hand away.  "GIT!"

	I sighed dejectedly, making a big production of being rejected.  He
just laughed.


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