Black and White

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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 12--Nosy Cousin

Saturday was gorgeous. Dave and I puttered around the house, planted new flowers in the backyard, and washed both cars. We were so excited about the prospects in store for the evening that we were almost giddy.

In the middle of the afternoon, Robert Stocker called to talk about the team party of the night before.

"Well, what did you think of your first team 'meeting'?" he asked me.

I quickly motioned Dave to the extension in the kitchen before I replied. "It was the most incredible fuckfest I've ever been involved in. Even more so than the baths when they were hot!"

"Thought you'd like it. I was worried about the coaches. After all, you and Gary are the first non-team players to attend that I know of. How did you hit it off with Randy and Chuck? I watched them watch you," Robert revealed.

"They seemed to be favorably impressed from what I could tell," Dave said as he caught my eye and put his finger to his lips.

Instantly understanding that Dave didn't want Gary and Robert to know that we were going to be seeing the coaches tonight, I asked, "Who was it you and Gary were working over? Especially that guy you said you wanted to blow. What was his name, anyway?"

"You must mean James, the lineman. Yeah, he and Will were really goin' at it, when I joined them. Guess I was too good at sucking James off. Will didn't get a chance to get off before James shot his load down my throat. But, I saw later that you and Will got it on in front of everyone, Mike."

"He's got a hot ass, too! Fucking him was almost as good as fucking you, Robert," I continued.

"Uh-huh," he said, not believing me.

"Say," said Dave, "Gary said one of the coaches takes it up the ass a lot. I couldn't tell which one it was."

"Truthfully, they both do. Chuck likes big ones and gets it from Randy all the time, to hear him tell it. And Randy loves a fat dick up his ass, especially if you're white or you've eaten his asshole for a while. I found that out during my draft meetings. He sure liked my dick. But, that big 13" of his gets used a lot. It's so fucking big, everyone wants to see if they can take it up the ass!"

"Sounds like they both like to be bottoms then?" I concluded.

"Yeah, they're both bottoms. In fact, they both did everyone who wanted to fuck a tight ass at the draft party. And that includes a lot of guys from several universities. But don't let that mislead you. You saw how much fucking they did last night. They can play both sides of the street."

"What are you guys going to do for the summer? After all, you're graduating within a couple of weeks. What are you going to do about Gary?" Dave asked, changing the subject.

"We've been talking about that. We haven't been together very long and Gary's fairly new at this 'man to man' stuff. I'll be on the team, and Gary has a summer job with the City Parks Department for inner city youths. He's so good with kids, he'll do great. And that convinced Gary to move in with me. We loved this one house, so I'm gonna surprise him with it. Besides, what else can I use my signing bonus for?" he laughed.

"You'll have to invite us to the house warming," Dave responded.

"For sure," Robert said excitedly. "And I'm glad you had a good time last night. Don't be strangers to us, either. We both like you guys and we're anxious to share a bed with you, again. Maybe next time it won't be so crowded like last night," he laughed.

"I look forward to it, too," I said. "Talk to ya later."

"Bye," Dave said.

"Later, guys," Robert said.

Dave and I replaced the receivers and smiled at each other. With a sheepish grin, I asked, "Why didn't you want to spill the beans about the coaches tonight? Bashful?"

"Nah. Just thought it was time to not spread all our dirt in public. It'll get back to the team soon enough without the headlines being broadcast tonight even before the event. As you may remember being on a track team, everyone knows everyone else's business. Pro football teams are probably worse."

"Okay. Just asking. Doesn't bother me one way or the other."

"Must be nice to have that kinda money rolling uphill to buy a house for cash," I mused.

"They don't pay those guys from the petty cash fund, ya know," Dave observed.

"That's for sure," I agreed. "You happy with this hovel?" I asked, looking around at my modest home.

"Sure," he smiled. "Living with you anywhere makes me happy."

"I'm serious, Dave," I added. "We could certainly afford better."

"Yes, we could," he agreed. "But, why move? It's certainly big enough for us to rattle around in, the neighborhood is great, close to nearly everything. Aren't you happy here?"

"I suppose so," I agreed half-heartedly. "I just get this new home bug every once in a while, but I'm too lazy to act on it. With you around, I have to think of what you need, too."

"Trying to keep up with Robert and Gary?" he winked at me.

"No, just thinking of how long I've been here and wondering if it's time for a change," I admitted. "With you obviously in my life, now, we should think about where we really wanna live, and not be stuck in a rut of the status quo."

"Not to put you off," Dave suggested, "but, I have enough convulsions in my life right now. I need an anchor. You, this house, and my job are the only things I still have which aren't changing daily. Besides," he grinned, "after I sell my house, I'll have some money to sink into this place or a new one."

"So, you aren't all that fond of this place, are you?" I concluded.

"I didn't say that, Mike," he frowned at me. "This is YOUR home, I wanna make it OUR home. That's all I'm sayin'."

"Oh, sorry," I apologized. "I misread you. Serves me right for thinkin' when I'm not used to it."

He laughed. "No need for an apology, my love," he graciously added, then hugged me.

"All of those kinds of big decisions can wait until we've had more time to work on our relationship," I pointed out. "A new home or remodel can wait."

I finished the laundry and put away the clothes. We'd have to talk soon about household duties, but Dave was still working through his divorce and didn't need nagging from me about the inconsequential. He was working in the flower beds when Larry called. I answered the phone. Dave continued weeding.

"Hey, guy! What's shakin' for tonight?" Larry blurted out. "Hot men lined up?"

"Just what makes you think we have anything lined up for tonight?" I asked non-committally.

"I know you, Cousin, and I know that any man in his right mind wouldn't turn down that great ass and huge dick of Dave's, either. So, who do you have lined up?"

"Okay. You'll find out soon enough, anyway. We went to a party last night with some guys on a football team.

"With Gary and Robert?"

"They were there."

"How was it? How many guys? Details, details!!"

"I'm not divulging anything more. Not now, anyway. Just cool your jets, Blanche (something I always called him when he was getting too nosy). I'll let you know, later."

"Well, I just happen to know more than you think I do," Larry teased me. "Gary and Robert called today. Ray IS Robert's brother, you know. He told us where you were last night. Not many details, but just enough to make me green with envy. You know how I love big dicks!"

"The whole gay world knows that, Larry."

"Is it true that Randy really has 13"?" Larry pried.

"Where did you hear that?"

"I've heard it from several sources. I don't spent all my time at home, you know. I've been around, and have entertained a couple of the pro football team members these last three years. I'd heard about one of the coaches having a big one, but I never knew which one until this year."

"I wouldn't know from personal experience," I said dodging the question.

"Right," Larry said sarcastically. "Like you weren't there and didn't see it. Bullshit! Gary and Robert said you (and especially Dave) were the main attraction along with a real show put on by Randy."

"I don't kiss and tell," I replied.

"Since when!?"

"We'll talk later. Maybe I can be more specific then. But for now, you'll just have to rely on Robert and Gary to tell all."

"Shit! I was hoping for more. Oh, well," he sighed. "Guess I can wait. I can always ask Gary and Robert to introduce me to the coach."

"Don't be such a slut! What about Ray?" I asked.

"Ray's just as hot to bed 13" as I am. He used to get fucked by Robert all the time, remember? He's a size queen just like me, and you, too!"

"Guilty as charged. But that still doesn't get any more info out of me. Maybe some other time."

"Okay. I know when I'm being stonewalled. Love to Dave. Don't forget we still want to bed you guys again soon," Larry reminded me.

"Some day soon, Cousin," I replied. "Bye."

I hung up the phone. Dave walked through the patio door and asked who was on the phone.

"Cousin Larry. Really wants to know about last night. Robert and Gary spilled the beans about us being at the team party," I answered.

Dave had a look of frustration on his face. "Fuck! Can't we be a little more private about what's going on?"

"Simmer down, Love," I soothed. "Ray and Robert are brothers. You can't expect them not to talk to each other. And we never said anything to them about keeping our appearance at the team party a secret."

His face cleared and he smiled at me. "Wish I knew where all this privacy thing was coming from. I don't know what I'm trying to do or prevent," Dave said softly.

"I think you're finally coming to grips with being thought of as a gay man, and you wonder about the impact on your job, your future, your reputation, and all that jazz. Am I close?" I smiled back at him.

"I hadn't thought of it in those terms. Maybe I am. It just seems like everyone knows all about our sex lives and no one knew anything about Kay and I. It takes some getting used to."

"In the meantime," I added reassuringly, "I'm not letting out one word of who we've been doing or plan to do. I respect your attempt at privacy, misguided as I think it may be."

"Fuck you!" Dave snarled and turned away.

"Hey! I'm on your side, remember. You have some baggage to work through about being gay. I don't. That's all I meant. Lighten up, already!"

"Sorry," he said contritely. "I'm being a real ass. It's not your fault. It's mine."

"There's no fault. You need to talk it through. What are you feeling that I can help with? After all, I did go through all this, too. I was terrified that being a government employee would get me fired if anyone breathed a word about me being gay. I finally got through all that." I paused for a reaction, but his face clouded, again. "My situation isn't yours, I know. Lawyers are different. I've heard it all. Wasn't it you who said to your cousin Roger that you had to know yourself first. Well, Dave, who are you?"

Dave smiled at me again. He was being overly sensitive and he knew it. "Today, I don't know as well as I did yesterday. Let it go for a while. I'll get over it. But, could you do me the favor of not spreading our sexual habits around for a little while? Please?"

"Sure, Sugar," I replied. "But you have to do me a favor, too."

"Fair enough. What can I do for you?"

"Let's talk this out later when you think you're ready. This isn't the right time for it, I know. Maybe tomorrow after we get back from Randy and Chuck's. Okay?"

"I may not be ready by then."

"I know. But, you'll have to work on it sooner or later. Don't make it so late that it becomes an even bigger problem."

"Geez! You sure are pushy on this one," Dave bristled.

"This one's important to me, because I saw me wait too long before I talked through it with another friend. I'd hate to see you make the same mistakes that I have."

"Well, you have to let kids burn themselves before they can hear you tell them not to touch the hot stove. I hope I don't have too many blind spots." Dave paused thinking. "Thanks for trying to help. I appreciate it even though I don't seem to."

"I didn't mean to be pushy. This one gets to me because of what I went through for nothing, except a lot of worry. You're grey at the temples already!"

"Fucker!" he smiled. "And you're getting a little thin on top!"

"It's from you fucking me so hard against the headboard that my hair is rubbing off!" I taunted back at him.

New Friends

We approached the front porch of the coaches' home and rang the doorbell. Dave was dressed in tight levis and a polo shirt. I was similarly dressed, but Dave looked great in his and I looked so ordinary by comparison. Both Randy and Chuck met us at the door with nothing on.

"Hi, men! Come on in. You both have too many clothes on. Chuck, why not show our guests how to get more comfortable?" Randy directed.

Dave and I just stared at them. Their bodies were even better than I had remembered. Randy's cock was still huge even when flaccid, just like Dave's. Perhaps a little thicker. And Chuck's dick was a lot like mine--"a grower, not a shower." That chest hair pattern of his still begged to be licked. They moved out of the doorway and let us enter.

Chuck started to undress Dave and Randy undressed me as we stood in the hallway.

"I hope you don't mind us being so forward," Chuck said with a smile. "Randy's decided he wants you first, Mike; and I get first shot at Dave. As you can tell, we're real happy to see both of you."

I looked down at their exposed crotches. Randy's thick, black snake had lengthened and was rising. Chuck's grower was almost at full erection and was pushing against Dave's leg. Randy pulled my polo over my head and ran his fingers through my chest hair, smiling. "Damn!" he whispered. "You got great chest hair, just like Chuck," he grinned.

Chuck removed Dave's shirt and admired his sculpted chest. "Yum," he crooned, latching on to an erect nipple. Shoes and socks were pulled off and tossed aside.

Chuck dove for Dave's crotch and inhaled the maleness of it. Dave's tube steak was lengthening inside his tight levis and Chuck was gnawing on the end of it through the material. His head continued to move down Dave's right leg as Dave's cock continued its expansion.

Randy had unfastened all the buttons on my 501's and was stripping them off of me. He carefully and slowly exposed my rigid cock which had grown down my right leg. When the disrobing had exposed all but the head of my cock, Randy jerked my pants down quickly and was rewarded by my thick rod hitting him in the chin as it recoiled from its prison. It continued to lengthen and straighten to its full, thick 9", pointing directly at Randy's mouth.

Each heartbeat made it jerk angrily at Randy. My cockhead swelled and exuded a pearly drop of precum as it grew to a large purple knob, half again as large as the shaft. Randy stared at it transfixed. His tongue shot out and licked at the precum. My cock jerked at the contact. Randy made contact again with his tongue, but this time moved his mouth closer and engulfed the tip of my cock with his lips and sucked. Feeling the head swell more in his lips, he impaled himself farther on the shaft until the head was lodged at the back of his throat.

"Shit, Randy! That feels too good. You'll have me firing off my load before I get a chance to even get out of my clothes," I groaned as I pushed him away. My cockhead left his lips with a pop and bounced up against his nose, leaving a drop of precum on the tip of it. His tongue lashed out at the liquid pearl. His aim was deadly.

Chuck and Dave were busy, too. Chuck had removed Dave's pants and he'd stepped out of them. Dave's upwardly curved 11" had just had a wonderful trip down Chuck's throat when I pulled away from Randy. Chuck had been practicing deep-throating with Randy's 13", so I could see it was easy for him to do Dave's 11".

"Let's go to the bedroom!" Randy declared. "Hope you don't mind sharing the same bed for our fucking. I want to watch Chuck and Dave while I make it with you, Mike."

"Looking forward to it," I smiled back at him.

Randy and Chuck pulled off the rest of our remaining clothing and left them in the hallway. We followed them into the bedroom, admiring their tight butts. Randy's hips were narrow, but incredibly muscular. I'd have even more of a problem than I usually did with Dave, trying to get my face between those melons. And Dave was going to love working over that big ass of Chuck's. It was so broad and beefy. Dave would be reaching Nirvana between those globes.

When we reached their bedroom, Chuck sat down on one side of the bed and Randy took the other. Mesmerized by that ebony ass of Randy's, I followed him to where he sat down. He spread his legs and looked up at me. His giant rod was sticking straight up and curved back toward his rippling stomach. I dove toward it with my mouth open.

Chuck had laid down with his knees drawn up and his buns parted by his pulling hands. Dave was quick to surmise that Chuck wanted something done to his asshole. It would be at his discretion what he wanted to do first. After being with me for several weeks, he followed his first inclination and kissed both ass cheeks. The tonguing in an ever-decreasing circle was about to begin. Chuck's rosebud would soon get the tongue bath of its life.

I encircled Randy's large, black knob with my lips and sank as far as I could down the shaft. His cock jerked in my mouth at the sudden contact and released a drop of precum. Quickly deciding that it tasted good, I crush his cockhead against the roof of my mouth and was rewarded with another pearl drop. I reached down and hefted his big balls, immediately thinking of Dave's cousin Roger's fat nuts. I hoped they would be as full.

My other hand began stroking the thick shaft of Randy's curved ass stretcher. It was thicker than Dave's, which made it massive! How could anyone get fucked by that long, thick weapon? I wasn't sure I wanted to personally find out; and the way Randy easily laid back on the bed to expose his ass, it didn't look like I'd get a chance now, anyway.

When Randy laid back, I could see that Dave had closed his tonguing circle to Chuck's rosebud and was eating it with great pleasure for both men. Chuck had pulled his knees up to his ears and was holding his melon-like buns apart. Dave was drilling him deeply with his tongue as he aided Chuck in separating the ass cheeks for the tonguing. Moans of pleasure and want were escaping Chuck's lips. He was beginning to whisper his litany of what he wanted next.

"Fuck me, please, Dave. Gotta have that big, black dick up my asshole. Fuck me, PLEASE! I want it, NOW! Dave! NOW!!" Chuck begged in an increasing crescendo.

Dave only prolonged the tonguing. He knew he'd be fucking Chuck and wanted to enjoy the tasty moments before. He did love to tongue-fuck a man, getting him hot for his big cock before he finally obliged the fuckee. Then, he'd slowly slide his long, thick 11" past the anal collar as far as his partner allowed, being sure to rub his partner's prostate into ecstacy.

My hand had moved from Randy's balls (which were contracting up against the base of his thick dick) to his asshole. He flinched, but relaxed quickly. A dreamy moan fell from his lips as I wedged two fingers between his muscular buns and brushed his asshole. He grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them for my penetrations.

I released his cock from my lips and it slapped against his stomach. Rolling him up on his shoulders, I licked open his beautiful ass melons from his tailbone to his perineum. My tongue grazed his asshole as I passed over it. He pulled his ass apart harder, trying to give me greater access.

Again, I started from his tailbone and worked my tongue up toward his rosebud. He relaxed his ass muscles as best he could. I helped pull them apart a little more as my tongue drew closer and closer. I could smell soap and asshole. I was so close now.

His moans increased as my tongue stopped above his hole and licked around the edges. He tried to ram his ass into my face, but only succeeded in closing his ass muscles which prevented access. Realizing what he was doing, he relaxed again and let me try a tongue rape at my pace. I pulled back and zeroed in on the target. With one motion, I speared his hole with my tongue and drilled in better than half an inch.

Randy went wild with moans. "Oh, SHIT!! YES!! Tongue-fuck me, Mike! Give me MORE!"

Happy to oblige, I snaked my tongue as deeply as I could and licked around his insides. His sphincter relaxed even more to the invader as I sealed my mouth over the opening. I could feel the satiny lining of his love tunnel with my tongue. The taste was still of soap and asshole--very musky. I wanted to drill there for the rest of the evening. But Randy was begging for more!

I laved out as much of his asshole as I could with my tongue. He pushed his ass against my face and started to stroke his cock. Afraid that he might cum, I pulled away from the ass eating and replaced my inserted tongue with two fingers. I quickly found his prostate button and ravaged it.

Randy was flailing his heavy meat rapidly. I pulled his hand away and drove him crazy with my manipulation of his prostate. He was a mass of quivering manhood. His whole existence was centered on his ass and his cock.

I looked up at Dave and saw that he was just entering Chuck with his condomed 11". Chuck's moans were escalating as each inch of Dave's cock slid deeper into him. Dave's cock continued its slow journey up Chuck's ass. Never stopping for a pause, Chuck only begged for more. Used to Randy's big rammer, he wiggled his ass to impale himself deeper on Dave. When Dave was finally balls deep, he stopped.

"Ahhhh!" sighed Chuck. "Great fucking cock! Let me feel it here for a few minutes. It's so fucking good!"

"Yeah!" Dave breathed heavily. "Great ass! So wonderfully tight! Let me know when you're ready for a ride on my dick." Dave leaned over him still impaled deeply and tongued Chuck's nipples and thick chest hair. I wished I could do the same for Chuck.

My concentration on Dave and Chuck was interrupted by Randy grabbing my hand and forcing the two fingers deeper.It was a not- too-subtle cue that he wanted real fucking with a real cock.

With my free hand, I put on a condom with some assistance from Randy. I withdrew my fingers which had been working over his prostate and drew then up to my nose. The musky odor of asshole and soap told me he was clean for some distance.

I positioned my cockhead and squeezed the head to make it small enough to act as a guide for the rest of the shaft. Otherwise, it would have been "thick and blunt" followed by something less thick and much harder. I figured that the head of my cock was about as thick as the shaft on Randy's cock. But his head was bigger still.

Randy relaxed his asshole as I pried it apart with my cockhead and an inch of shaft. I felt resistance and stopped. Sweat popped out of Randy's forehead. It wasn't that warm in the bedroom. I looked over at Chuck's cock and saw it wasn't as thick as mine. Randy was getting plowed by an unfamiliar cock that was thicker than his lover's. But Gary and Robert had said that he got fucked by nearly the whole team one evening. That would require an explanation later.

He had accommodated my thick prick by now and was pushing back into me for more. I was only too pleased to give him another four inches before he stopped again. Only two more inches and I'd be all the way in. But by the way Randy's face was contorted, I may not get any farther.

I withdrew the last four inches slowly and gently forced them back in. His face had changed again and the pain was not there. By the third withdrawal, his face was a smile again. I tried again for the last two inches, but seemed to have met a barrier. Chuck was certainly another inch longer than my last thrust. Why couldn't I get in that deeply? Must be the thickness that's doing it. His hands went to my chest and worked my erect nipples and played with my chest hair like Dave loves to (and probably how Randy loves to play with Chuck's healthy hair pattern when Chuck tops him).

Dave and Chuck were really going at it now. Dave pulled almost all the way out and then ground it all the way in. Chuck was taking him with some discomfort, but not with the difficulty that Randy was taking me. Chuck was also working his hand over his 8" as Dave tried to suck him and fuck him at the same time.

Their tempo increased again as I watched. Dave was no longer long-dicking Chuck. He was going for his climax. Only the last few inches were raping Chuck's ass. Dave was going to ruin Chuck's prostate and suck him off at the same time. Only a matter of seconds, now.

I leaned over Randy and took his thick cockhead between my lips and sucked as I raced over his prostate. His cockhead swelled even more. One of my hands started to match the rhythm of my mouth on his dick. I could feel the stiffness grow greater in his shaft and the head grow bigger in my mouth. His prostate button was being hit repeatedly. My cock, ravaging his prostate with short jabs, now, was having an effect on both of us.

Dave and Chuck were the first to hit their climaxes. Chuck's heavy breathing turned into a staccato-like chant of, "FUCK MY ASS!!!" When he hit his climax peak, his chant stopped and unintelligible monosyllables emerged. Dave clamped his mouth over Chuck's geysering fuckpole and drank deeply. He swallowed once and then again. His own climax had been reached.

His steely black rod raced deeply into Chuck and he ground his prick into Chuck's asshole hairs. Dave's body jerked hard with each jet of hot cum up Chuck's ass. Over and over, Dave rammed into Chuck. Each thundering climax raised Chuck's well-fucked ass off the bed a little higher. With the last squirt of cum from both of their cocks, they crashed down onto the bed with Dave on top. They continued to jerk as the last spasms of two great climaxes ebbed. Dave's cock remained buried in Chuck's asshole as Chuck's legs relaxed and draped over Dave's broad shoulders.

Their rutting, noisy climaxes sent Randy over the edge. His big cockhead swelled one last time with his heartbeat and his nuts began to unload. Randy's nuts held a lot. It was like I was drinking thick cum from several men at the same time. Each jet of cum had such great volume that I wondered if he was pissing instead of cumming as he filled my mouth. I swallowed three times before his heavy shots of sperm subsided.

The taste of a heavy climax in my mouth pushed me over the edge, too. I came and came up Randy's asshole. I finally did get in the last two inches as Randy unloaded in my mouth. His climax seemed to relax his ass just enough to grant entrance to the higher chambers of his love tunnel.

"Fuck! YES!! Take my cum, Randy! FUCK YOU!!!!" I shouted as the final jets raced out of my pistoning cock and into the protective condom. My mouth had fallen away from Randy's cock and it slapped against his stomach, again. Another jet of cum sprayed his chest as it jerked. He grabbed his giant fuck stick and pumped away for more. He was rewarded with a couple of dribbles which he licked from his fingers. I collapsed on top of him.

"FUCK, Mike! How did you learn to fuck so good? That's the best I've had in ages. No damned wonder Dave's sticking close to you. What a fucking machine you are!" Randy praised.

"Thanks, Randy. You have a great ass yourself. I can see why you and Chuck have been together for over fourteen years, now. That giant prick of yours and all the cum. I love sucking on it. Dave, you gotta get a lip lock on this giant cum machine of his. I've never swallowed so much cum from one man in one climax in all my life," I praised Randy.

"Really? More than you?" Dave asked wide-eyed.

"Much more than me. MUCH more!"

"Yeah, he does cum a lot. You should get it after he's stored it up for a couple of days. It almost runs out your mouth with each squirt. I've never had a player who could cum as much as Randy can. He IS amazing!" Chuck complimented his lover.

Dave rolled off Chuck and pulled his cock out of Chuck's asshole with a plop. He stripped off the filled condom and gave it a toss into the waste basket.

"Hold on, there!" cried Chuck. "I love cum!" He leaned over the waste can and retrieved the condom, upended it and drank. "UMMM! Very good," he said smacking his lips.

"I like it, too," I agreed. "Dave's is different, but really good."

"Thanks, I think," Dave acknowledged.

Recruiting a Quarterback

"If I may be so indelicate as to ask an inappropriate question?" I nearly whispered.

"No such thing," Randy responded. "What have Gary and Robert been telling you that you want to know about?"

"How did you know my source?"

"They would be your only source, unless I missed something."

"Yeah. I guess they would."

"So, ask!" Chuck interrupted.

"Well, Randy," I started carefully turning toward Randy, again, "I understood that both of you 'entertained' at the last draft party looking at the ceiling. But tonight, Randy, you had a difficult time taking my puny 9" up your ass until you were ready to cum. The two instances seem to be about different men."

"Draft party, huh?" Randy said to himself. "Well, if I remember correctly (help me out here, Chuck), he took all the big ones and I got the mediums to smalls. But, after several men had been fucking my ass, it did loosen up and I took a lot more big ones than I would usually be able to handle. If I'm still remembering the occasion well, I did take Robert Stocker up the ass and loved it. His is about 10", isn't it, Chuck?"

"I think so," Chuck answered.

"It is," Dave and I confirmed at the same time. We looked at each other and laughed.

"The recent experience is still fresh in my mind," Dave said.

"Really? You took Stocker up the ass?" Randy asked.

"On the contrary," Dave admitted. "I fucked him twice and he loved it!"

"So, Stocker's a bottom, too! That's interesting news," Chuck mused.

"Well, he and his brother, Ray (on the college basketball team?) have been fucking since they were about 17. Ray generally got it up the ass, but recently has found a way to get into Robert's asshole. And, of course, Gary's been fucking Robert's lights out for the last several months," Dave continued.

"I knew they were lovers, but didn't know it was so recent!" Randy beamed.

"Yeah. Robert told me today that he and Gary were moving in together, now that they both have jobs, and a big signing bonus to pay for a new house," I added. "Just heard this afternoon."

"Well, I'll be damned," admitted Chuck.

"How did you get that young-looking kid here last night? Is he on the team?" I asked changing the subject.

"He was recruited from a small college this last season and is trying out for quarterback. He was sure good in there. Kid's got lots of potential," Chuck said matter-of-factly.

"But, how did you get him involved in your party if he isn't on the team, yet," Dave persisted.

"He wanted to come to spring training camp this month after hours, and I said sure. I'd noticed when reviewing his game films that he had a problem with dropping the ball from the center at the snap. Otherwise, he'd be a great player. Good scrambler, great arm, and a good eye for the defensive set up.

"So, he came to camp and was fumbling again at the snap. I was exasperated and so was he. I called him into the office after he'd showered, but hadn't dressed yet. He wrapped a towel around his waist and came in. I shut the door. I'd showered, too, but only had my worn-out jockstrap on. It doesn't do a very good job of holding anything in, but it's comfortable. I told him I'd been watching him and was just as frustrated at he was about the fumbles. He said he was sorry, but didn't know what the problem was.

"I asked him to show me what he did as he got ready to take the snap from the center. He put his hands together at the wrist like he was supposed to and spread the fingers apart. No obvious problems there. I told him I'd be the center and he could take the snap from me. I bent over and he just looked at my ass. 'Come on,' I said, 'get your ass over here behind me!'

"He did as he was told and we both bent over again. His towel fell away as he crouched. His hands weren't in the right place. They were too low. No wonder he was missing the snap. I told him he'd have to place the back of one hand against the perineum for the snap or he'd fumble a lot. 'But,' he said, 'isn't that like getting a free feel of the center's, uh, hardware?' I told him it wasn't and all centers expected it. He finally did it and I snapped the ball. It worked. And so did his dick! It was sticking straight out in front of him.

"'Let's do it again. This time, you need to press a little harder upward. That way the center knows you're ready. Okay?' I asked him. Again I snapped the ball without releasing it, but I almost got an ass full of cock as he stood up.

"'You seem to have a problem there,' I said pointing to his hard cock. He told me that was one of the reasons he never had put his hands where I'd just told him to for a snap. It was too sexually exciting for him, and he thought he might be gay! He almost broke down then, but I told him not to worry about it. There were other men on the team who were gay, too, and they were great players, just like he was going to be.

"I had him practice several more snaps before I called it a day. Each time he'd come up behind me, he'd seem to eye and sniff my asshole, and his cock would jerk. And each time he'd straighten up, his fat cockhead would brush against my leg or ass cheeks.

"I could feel the stickiness of his precum each time his dick hit me. A couple of times, my jockstrap got in the way, so I finally took it off. My cock was standing up and ready for action. I made sure that he got an eyeful before we resumed. I could tell he was really getting off on looking at my big, muscular ass. I'm not exactly petite in that department!"

We all laughed. Chuck's story was getting us all hard. Hands were beginning to wander toward other crotches and assholes.

Chuck continued, "I made sure that he was pressing his hands against my scrotum and getting a good feel each time he approached me. He finally got up against me very tight. I could feel the full length of his cock pressing between my right leg and balls and then my left leg and balls. When he stood up that time, he nearly snapped it off, it was so hard!

"'Let me show you a trick to be sure you're hands are in the right place,' I told John. I got around behind him and had him assume the role of center. When he bent over, I nearly lost it. I wanted to plug him right then! His ass was creamy white with just a little blonde fuzz on it. His asshole was as pink and inviting as if it had a neon sign on it that begged anyone standing behind him to fuck him over and over.

"'Now,' I said, 'aim the back of your top hand at your center's asshole. Generally, you find that when your team is wearing white pants, you can see the dark area of the center's ass through the pants. Jockstraps don't cover that area. When the back of your hand touches the dark spot, slide your hand underneath the center's ass, bending your hand at the wrist, but keeping your arm upward toward your chest. Keep your fingers spread like you've been doing, but flatten them against the centers jockstrap protected balls.

"We practiced with a few more snaps, but his dick kept hitting my ass and his fingers were getting more of a feel than a quarterback normally would. We switched and he practiced being center for a few. I finally told him at the last snap that if he needed to release some sexual energy that I'd be happy to help him out, and I grabbed his cock from underneath and gently tugged.

"He nearly swooned at the contact and fell to his hands and knees. His ass was right in my face, so I dove in. I licked his beautiful, pink hole like it was an ice cream cone. The kid had obviously done this before! I got down on all fours, rolled him onto his side and got into an ass-eating 69 with him. I'd been careful not to get him too excited, but his asshole seemed to be connected to his cock. I could tell by his moans that he was going to cum without any cock action. I'd just barely gotten my mouth over his cockhead when he came. It was real sweet, just like a teenager's cum would be.

"After he shot his wad, he pulled his face away from my asshole and went down on my cock. So, I ate his asshole again as he deep-throated me. I got off in seconds and we both relaxed in a sexual afterglow.

"I've been doing him every night since, after practice. Randy's even fucked him a couple of times and I've fucked him a lot of times. He's still young yet, so he has a good chance of putting on more mass and growing a bigger dick. We've both taken his cock up the ass several times, but Little John prefers the bottom. I think you already met Big John last night," Chuck finally concluded.

"Yeah. I remember him, I think. Lineman? Big dick with a big upward curve like Randy's, but not as long?" I asked.

"That's him, alright! He likes it up the ass, too," Randy smiled as he remembered fucking Big John. "By the way," he asked, "how did you guys meet and decide to keep house?"

"I think Dave should tell the story. I've never really heard his version of it, except an abbreviated, interrupted one at the bar last week," I said turning to Dave.

Dave was happy to talk about it. I thought I might hear something new from his perspective. I did. He had made me out to be a dirty, old man and he was the picture of molested innocence. I quickly corrected that point! When he mentioned the challenge to his straight manhood, he got knowing winks between Randy and Chuck. By the time he'd finished his tale, Randy was bursting to tell his tale of how he and Chuck had met.

The tale of the coaches' mutual discoveries in future chapters. Comments to gymhunk@msn.com.