Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2010 22:11:09 -0500
From: Paul
Subject: 2 + 2 = 17

I used to love to go out at times, and spend it alone.  I am a bit of a
loner anyway, so going places by myself has never been a huge deal.  It was
a fall evening in the deep south, so even then, at around 9pm, it was still
very comfortable enough for short sleeves.  This is one of the things I do
love about the south, pretty much year round outdoor activities are a daily
occurrence , with only a few months of the year that require something
heavier than a sweater.  One other thing I love about being here in the
south are the different nationalities that occupy my community.  It is a
high tech region, with many cultures being represented.  The most important
thing to me, is that underneath all the differences, we are all the same.
 My tastes happen to be  black men.  It will always be that way, and for as
long as I can remember, the sight of a black man has always made me warm
inside.  The skin, the eyes, all of it, is very beautiful and intoxicating
to me.

In the downtown square, there are many shops of all kinds, scattered with
several small  Mom and Pop bars and taverns.  I liked this part of town, not
so developed, more down to earth, and more to my liking in that working
class men are here.  Construction workers, plant workers and the like, all
come here after a hard day of work and like to unwind with a drink or two.
 I did stick out a bit, but not enough to be bothered by it.  In fact, I was
glad that I was different (white), because just as much as I loved the touch
of a black man, there were obviously those black fellas who wanted the feel
and touch, and yes, sometimes the  love, from a white man like myself.  I
 loved to go in to a particular bar in town to unwind, to listen to the
music,to  drink my beer, and talk to the people there.  The bartender knew
me by name, saw me, and motioned me to a seat at the long bar.  We exchanged
pleasantries, and he had my beer already opened and ready for me.  This is
also another aspect I love of being here, the open and friendly way of most
of  the people.

The bar I was in, was in an older building, not too large, and inside, very
dark, accentuated with a light fixture  over each pool table.  The music was
never too loud, so having a man to talk with, was never too hard.  This was
a working man's bar, not a gay one.  I prefer this bar, simply because I am
more comfortable here.  I am also a creature of habit and routine, and this
place made me feel at ease.  There were many of the usual men here, nursing
their beers, and I was sitting on the back side of the  bar, where I could
see anyone who came in the front door.  Listening to a good tune,  and
drinking my beer,  out of the side of my eye I noticed the door open, and
then noticed it was someone I had never seen here before.  I have to admit
that I've never met a stranger.  In this day and time, it is dangerous, but
then, talking to a new face, or anyone in general, came easily to me, and I
also loved to hear about the other person's life, day to day activities, and
the stories they had inside of them.  We all have stories to tell, and most
people are happy to share with someone who has a genuine interest.  What can
I say?.  Men are drawn to me for that reason.  I am not classically
handsome, but I have a good smile, a decent body, but most of all, the need
to feel connected, be it for a minute, an hour, or a lifetime.  The man who
had entered the bar, looked around the dark bar, and finally saw a bar
stool, luckily, right next to mine, and he made a bee line for it.  He was
large, not as  in obese, but in size.  You could tell he was not afraid of
work, or a good meal, and that to me, is a HUGE turn on in general.
 Squeezing himself up against the back wall to pass patrons without too much
trouble, he finally made it to  the bar stool next to mine.  The space was
limited, and since he was a good sized black man, it was just natural that
at times, our elbows, and our thighs, would "accidentally" touch one
another.  At first, the usual, "Oh sorry bout that" or "Excuse me".  Once I
had that beer under my belt, and he had his, the mood loosened up, the
music, and smoke filled the air, and the hour was moving on.   I knew my
limit, and once there, I always got up and left the bar, so I was hoping
that the ice would be broken before that, so I told him that he had a great
tattoo on his arm.  It was very well done, and it fit that nice, muscular
arm really well.  It turns out his name was Gary, and that he was in town
doing some construction work, and would be here for several months before
heading back home to Indiana.

Seeing that he was friendly, the talk between us was getting easier and
easier.  Gary asked me what I was doing in a place like this, and at this
time of night.  "Well, I'm sittin' here nursing this beer, listening to
music, and talking to a nice man".  Gary grinned from ear to ear, smiled and
said " Me too, but there doesn't seem to be a lot going on around here. What
can a man do for fun around here?".  At that moment, I felt his thigh touch
mine, ever so slightly, and in that instant, chills began to form on my
arms.  Thank God it was dark in there ,and that he  couldn't  see  them ,
but in return, I let my thigh push up next to his, and let it linger just a
little longer than necessary.  Looking back at me, Gary smiled again, and
then it was a tug of wars with our thighs.  Drinking my beer, looking at
Gary, watching him and feeling his leg against mine, I knew something was
going to happen that was going to be really nice.  "Are you feeling what I'm
feeling right about now?"  Looking back at Gary, I simply let him know that
I was, and what were we going to do about it.

"Let's both have another beer, and then, if you want, we can go on  back to
my hotel room.  Its nice and cool, and we can get more comfortable. You up
for it"?  I told him to "drink up" and lets get on out of here, yeah, I'm up
for it". Gary stood up, and wanted to know if I wanted to go with him, or if
I should follow. He gave me the name of the hotel and the room number, and I
told him that I would be there in about half an hour, and he looked at me as
if he wasn't sure I would show or not.  I told him there would be no way in
hell I would not  show up, and to please be ready for my company. "Okay,
partner,  I'm looking forward to it", and wound his way through the bar and
was out the door.

I was in heaven, knowing that I would have the chance to meet this man,
talk with him, and hopefully in the end, be with each other at least for the
evening,  He was incredibly attractive in all ways, but the thing I found
the most attractive, were his smile, his eyes, and the way he spoke to me.
 That was something I could get used to, and quickly. The hotel was not too
far away, so I asked the bartender for some water, to knock the light buzz
in my head, gulped it down,  and took off to the the hotel, and  to  this
total stranger that was waiting for me in room 216.  

When I knocked on the door, there was not an immediate response, and I
knocked a second, then third time.  All kinds of doubts ran through my mind,
the biggest being that Gary had changed his mind, and wanted nothing to do
with me.  I heard some movement inside his room, and the door opened, and
Gary was in a tight tee shirt,  but still had his pants on.  That smile
invited me in, and with that, as I waled past him into the  room, his heat,
and his hand gently touched my shoulder, and I knew then it was going to be
okay.

The room had two beds in it, and  I thought that was the only thing that
was available, and thought nothing of it.  I sat in the chair that was in
the room, and Gary took a seat on the bed.  I could tell something was
wrong, and me, being who I am, I simply asked him what was on his mind.
 "Well....there is something I forgot to tell you ,because honestly, I
forgot about it.  I think you are a good looking dude, and I wanted to know
more about you, wanted to have you here, and the minute I got in my truck
and was on the way here, I remembered that Tony was staying here, too.  Tony
is my brother and we're twin brothers, have worked for the same company for
years, and we are like Siamese twins and joined at the hip.  If you feel
uneasy about this, I wouldn't blame you if you left."  I  figured if he had
a twin brother, if he came in while we were talking, or doing something more
intimate, I hoped it wouldn't bother him too much.  "Tony is gay too, and he
told me about it when we were 19.  We have never been together when we are
with someone, and I'm hoping that Tony will be out for some time."  I only
had to think about two seconds to tell him it was okay with me.  I wasn't
mad, and inside, I have to admit that the thought of two men, who looked and
acted the same , might turn into an interesting  night.

As the night and the talk went on, there was more interaction, more
touching,  and a sincere desire to know more about the other.  Gary got up
to get us some soda, and I watched  him, and wondering what his other life
was like in Indiana. Did he have a boyfriend, was he seeing anyone at all?.
 By this time both of us were on that big bed, and as he came back, he
pulled back the covers of that bed, and asked me if I would like to crawl
under the covers with him and watch some television.  "I know you wont mind
if I strip down to get in bed, so if you want, do the same, and lets see
what happens.  He pulled off that tee shirt, and his chest was pretty , and
defined, even with his larger size.  He knew I was getting in to watching
him strip, and worked his pants off nice and slow.  As he pulled them down,
his pants took a little more time to work over the prominent bulge that he
had between his legs.  He wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of it, it was who he
was, and I liked it.  He got under the covers, turned out the light, and the
TV was on, while  an old episode of " Starskey and Hutch"  was playing
softly in the background.  As I was taking off my clothes, I folded them
neatly, since I would be heading back home at some point.  It was then that
Gary told me what a nice, firm, body I had,  "That white skin is so damn
delicious, I could lick you up one side and down the  other".  I went over
to his side of the bed, and finally I had to do it.  I leaned down to kiss
him, and to finally feel his lips against mine. They felt like velvet, and
fit me perfectly.  Our kissing became more passionate, his tongue lightly
brushing across my lips.  I let him have his way, and was loving him so
much.  He put his hand behind my neck, and pulled me into him, and finally
our tongues met, and he became very vocal, telling me how he wanted me, even
if we had just met.  He was soft, and gentle with me, and I asked him to
slide over and let me in.  He noticed my erection, and brought his mouth to
it, and slowly began to lick and suck the head of my cock.  He took it
deeply into his mouth, and I loved watching his cheeks suck in to take my
white cock as deep into his throat as he could.  Gently I pulled out, kissed
him, and told him to "slide over Gary".  I found myself lying in the warm
spot his body had left, and I fit perfectly into it.  I would let him do
whatever he wanted with me, because I was going to taste every inch of this
man. We kept kissing each other, each kiss  more passionate that the last,
and we were exploring each others body.  At one point, after wrapping my
hand around his thick cock, I pulled back the covers, crawled between his
legs, and opened my mouth, just inches from his cock.  He could feel my
breath on his cock, and he lifted his hips to meet my mouth.  I began to
suck him gently into my mouth , and the feeling of his cock, in my mouth,
was the most incredible feeling in the world.  I could taste his maleness,
 and took all of him into my throat.  His big hands were feeling my body and
pulling softly on my nipples when I pulled off his cock, and told him "Pull
them as hard as you want, stud" and  went back to giving him a slow, and
loving blow job.  As his fingers began to twist my little nipples, and I
began to moan on his cock, it really began to make his dick even harder.  I
felt him swell in my mouth as I worked my way  down to the base of his cock.

His cock was THICK,  and I would think around  9, beautifully black, and
incredibly hard inches.  I loved the look of it, and he loved the fact I
could handle all of him with no problem.  Pulling quickly off his cock,  I
raised his legs, and when I sunk my tongue into his ass, he instinctively
grabbed his legs so that I could have easier, and deeper, access to that
sweet smelling ass, that had some hair around his pucker.  I would gently
work my mouth and tongue lightly around the outside of his ass, and then,
without warning, push my tongue  deeply into his hole.  "  I would love to
have you with me every night, to make love to, to talk to, and to laugh
with, you are one dirty white boy with a heart of gold!"

I wanted him to feel GOOD and to remember this night, and in the process, I
hope that he could tell through my interaction with him,that I would love
the same.  Quality time with someone with whom I felt a connection.  Gary
was stretched out on the bed, while my white ass was up in the air, and my
tongue , deep in his ass, when I heard the key turn  in the lock.  By this
time, since I knew his brother was gay, I didn't care anymore.  I was
enjoying pleasing Gary too much to even think about stopping what I was
doing.

As the door opened, I heard his brother Tony tell Gary " later", and that
he was" sorry to have busted in."

Gary could not respond, simply because he was in a world of his own.  As I
continued to eat Gary's ass in front of his brother,  I didn't hear the door
close, and knew he was still there, watching us together.  The door finally
closed, and once again we were alone.  As I  began to talk nasty to Gary,
and how happy  I was glad  that we had met,  I felt a hand on my ass,
lingering slowly, and running his fingers closer and closer to my own hole,
and I didn't stop him, either. It felt too good.  Nature was going to take
its course, three men were going to be together,  and in the process, become
one.  Gary was watching Tony feel me up, and he didn't say anything, but
looked into my eyes to make sure I was comfortable with the situation.  My
low moan assured him I was okay, and he asked me come up to him, with his
brother on the other side, so that I was in the middle of the most beautiful
sandwich I would ever have the chance to taste.

Tony was very interested in my ass, and commented on how small and pretty
it was.  Gary was kissing me, pulling away from time to time to tell me how
sweet I was, how wonderful I made him feel, and as I returned the kisses he
was giving me, I let him know in no uncertain terms that I had never met
another man like him in my life.  Tony was wetting his fingers with his
saliva, and they were working themselves deeper and deeper into my ass.  I
knew I was getting ready to be fucked, and that I  wanted it.  I told Gary
and Tony to stop for a second and to change positions: Gary on his back, I
 straddling Gary, and Tony was going to be behind me.  My ass was good, and
wet, and open, and I felt a thick head begin to push it's way  into me.
 Tony told me he would be easy, and that his eight inch cock was not as
thick as his brother's.  As I straddled Gary, I put a couple of pillows
under his head so that he could suck my cock as much as he wanted to.  He
was definitely into it, and I watched him bob back and forth, and I was
 running my hands though his close shaved hair.  His throat was hot like
fire as he took me deeply into his mouth. It was at that point, that I felt
Tony fully, and deeply inside of me, both men working a beautiful rhythm
together, so while one cock was drilling into my ass, my cock was drilling
Gary unmercifully.  The blow job he was giving me was the best I had ever
had, and it was very wet, just the way I liked it. I was watching him, eyes
closed, and lots of his saliva was  all over his face and mouth.  God that
made me want to cum down his throat at that very moment, but I held off.
 Tony kept laying into my body, with each thrust, and as that cock was
deeply wedged up my ass.  I pulled my cock from Gary's mouth and began to
rub it all over his mouth, while he raised up to try to take my cock, once
again, deep down his throat.  "How does it feel to have your brother with
us, two black men, a white  guy, and  having such  a good time?". In unison,
both brothers told me how hot it was. Apparently Tony loved white men just
as much as Gary, and as much as I loved the way that Tony's cock was filling
my ass, it was Gary I wanted to please. To let him know that I was totally
into him.  The  workout I was getting was intense at this  point, and I
could feel myself getting closer and closer to coming,  In short, shallow
breaths I asked the brothers for a favor.  "Let me lay on the bed on my back
so that the two of you can come down my throat, would you let me?" Without a
word, my cock was now out of Gary's mouth, and Tony was pulling out slowly.
 We each had time to catch our breath while Tony was in the bathroom,
 cleaning his cock,  for the final finale. Tony came up to the bed,   I was
on my back, with the glow of the TV  showing the fine features of  the two
men who were now on their knees, on each side of me.

I felt Gary push his cock into my mouth, and I hungrily devoured his
maleness,  I could hear Tony stroking his cock, with an occasional slapping
sound of his cock landing on his stomach.  Watching me suck his brother with
such intensity, I then felt another cock slide into the other side of my
mouth.  It was difficult at first, and I felt as if I would not be able to
breath, but slowly each man developed his  own rhythm, and I was able to
totally relax, while  two masculine voices, both almost identical, were
telling me that this was the best time that they had ever had as brothers.
 My eyes closed, and my hands on my cock, they encouraged me to milk my
cock,  so that they could do the same.  It was heat , pure and simple,
between all of us, and I  felt my cum begin to shoot out of my cock, hitting
my pubes and stomach, and in large amounts.  Gary and Tony pulled out of my
mouth at that point to watch me moan and explode in bliss, when I whispered
to them "Let loose on me, either in my mouth or face, and that the choice
was theirs,  I began to pull my own cum up to my own lips, and the brothers,
seeing this, wanted to see me eat more of it, including their own.  In a few
short minutes, the talk of men, building in hot fever, began to  shoot load
after load  of hot sperm, hitting both sides of my face.  Hot and creamy,  I
was in total relaxation, and with men who were totally spent themselves.
 Their cum had landed on my cheeks, my nose, and covered a good portion of
my eyes.  I began to feel  each brother use their cocks to push their cum up
to my waiting lips, and feed it back to me.  Creamy shots of sperm were now
on my tongue and down my throat, Gary was playing in my own  wet cum, and
pulling it to his own lips, eyes closed, and a look of real love on his
face.  

That night, in the space of about 6 hours, I had met a good man, his very
friendly brother, and  all three of us fell asleep shortly thereafter, and I
was between the  both of them.  I spent the night with them in their room,
 and had no intention of leaving anytime soon.  The next morning, all of us
went to have some breakfast and to talk some more.  At one point, Gary
looked at me and said "  I don't want you to leave".   Tony stopped eating
his eggs  just long enough to say " I think he really means it.."

I took one look at Gary, and said " I'm not going anywhere, or anytime,
soon".


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