Black and White

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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 13--Randy's Coming Out

"Chuck and I had met similarly," Randy began. "I was a year ahead of him in school. We met as new roommates when I was a sophomore and he was a hotshot freshman. I was a linebacker on defense and Chuck was a halfback on offense. Like 'Brian's Song', the coaching staff thought it'd be a good idea to start integrating their players off the field as well. Chuck and I were put together because we played similar positions on different squads and they hoped we could learn something from each other besides racial tolerance."

"Personally," interrupted Chuck, "I don't think I learned anything about football from that experience."

"I think you did!" retorted Randy emphatically. "You sure got better at faking out the defense on passes. I like to think I helped on that," he added almost hurt.

"Okay. Maybe I did learn a little from you," Chuck admitted with a smile. "Besides your bedroom skills!"

"Yeah! Weren't we amazing? But, I think we need to set the stage a little here. I've always been big for my age and hung around with guys older than me. They were the ones who got me to bed a girl that one of them had been boffing. I think I was about 15. I was more than six feet tall by then, and had a good sized cock. She really loved it, and so did I. I continued fucking her for another year. Thank God she was on the pill! I was squirtin' cum into her a couple of times a night.

"But I continued to grow taller and longer in the cock. By the end of the second year, she wasn't enjoying it as much as before. Almost like I was hurting her. My cock had gotten longer and thicker, but I didn't think it was any big deal. But it was longer enough now that I was hitting her cervix or something like that when I was bangin' her hard. She decided to stop seeing me and went for someone else. I was crushed.

"But word had gotten around that ol' Randy was hung big, and I was getting dates with other girls more my age. They all liked playing with it, but had the same experience with it hurting when I tried to stick all of it in. By the time I was seventeen, I'd just adjusted to not going in to the 'short hairs'. But it still bugged me!" Randy spat with exasperation.

"Yeah," Dave agree. "I had the same experience when I was with women, too. Even Kay couldn't take me all the way. I just thought it was the way all men had to fuck!" Dave confirmed.

"And I can see why, Horsecock!" Randy laughed. "So, one day I finally confided to a friend about my cock being too big for the women I was dating. He thought it was the normal bragging that guys do. But, because he was a good friend, he was willing to listen. He told me to try fucking their faces instead. I told him that it was too thick and long for that, too. He told me to prove it, so I got it hard for him. I finally got him to agree it was a big one.

"Then he told me that his older brother had found a solution for getting good head. Get a fag to suck you off! His brother said it was so good that he always went for it when his girlfriend wouldn't let him fuck her. And, he added, his brother had fucked a couple of guys up the ass and they took it all and loved it! He said it was tighter than any pussy he'd ever pumped.

"So, I asked him where he found this guy that was willing to give head. He told me to go to one of the local health clubs that was visited a lot by gay guys and let 'em see the 'merchandise'. One of them would approach me. No shit! I didn't even get my workout clothes on before some guy offered to suck me off in the john.

"Well, I was seventeen and horney, so I let him do it. It was the most intense climax I'd ever had. It was great! The guy wanted me to go home with him and get it on again, but like an idiot, I said no. Just a case of straight boy's nerves because I enjoyed it so much.

"Anyway, within a few more days, I was horney enough to go back to the gym and hoped to get lucky again. I went clear through a workout and had no offers. I got into the showers and let it hang without getting really hard. By then, it was probably close to a foot long when hard. Got an oblique offer from an older guy, but turned him down.

"I was so fucking hot to get my nuts off by the time I went into the jacuzzi, I was beginning to think of letting the old guy do me. But, my patience was finally rewarded when a tall, great- looking guy joined me. He got in and went completely under. When he came up for air, he was standing and then sat near me in the pool. We'd talk a little and he'd go under again. Each time he came up for air, his dick would be a little harder when he stood up and he'd sit a little closer to me, talking more about getting laid.

"All this 'display and hide' routine was getting me hot, again. The next time he went under, I stood up with my cock almost completely hard. Waiting for him to come up again, I turned to face him. My hard cock hit him right in the forehead as he slowly surfaced. My balls were just out of the water, but my cock was jerking upwards towards my stomach when his head made contact.

"The guy opened his eyes and pulled away. I think it startled him, because I remember him saying, 'GAWD!! What a COCK!'. I sank down into the water again and he did likewise right next to me. His hand reached for my underwater cock and stroked it. I'm sure I moaned to give him encouragement.

"He asked me if I'd ever let a guy suck my cock. I told him that I'd let some guy do it once, but I'd fucked lots of pussy before that. Then, he asked me if I liked pussy or having my cock sucked better. I told him they both felt good, but I wasn't a fag or anything like that. I remember him smiling at that.

"He asked me if I wanted to go home with him and get my rocks off better than I'd ever done before. All this time, he was stroking my cock. I was ready to shoot my load, but he wanted to postpone it for a roll in the hay at his house. I wanted to cum SO bad, but I wasn't sure about this guy. He was sure cute enough and had a nice cock, but I was still didn't know what to do.

"He had a 'persuader' that he'd saved for just such a moment. He backed on to my cock and took about the first four inches. He was so fucking tight, I almost came. My moaning made it obvious that he could have me right then, but he wanted to do me at home.

He pulled away from me and my cock jerked up and hit my stomach. I was hot! I would have fucked him right there! His ass was so wonderful that I had to accept his invitation. It was better than any pussy I'd had and better even than the cocksucker of earlier in the week.

"So, he took me home and I buried my 12" up his ass clear to the pubes. It was the first time I'd fucked a hole and gotten all the way in for over two years. I came so much and so quickly that my cum dripped out of his asshole. I left my rod there, and used the cum as lube to fuck him again. This time, I was in him for about ten minutes instead of ten seconds before I came. It was as great as the first time. I just couldn't get over how deep I could go and how hard I could fuck him without any pain for him. He probably came a couple of times while I was screwing his ass.

"I spent the night with him and fucked him twice more before I left in the morning. He got my phone number and I got his. I fucked him a lot during the next year before I went off to college. On one of the rare days when I didn't fuck him immediately, he went down on me and offered to suck me off instead of me fucking his asshole. I told him to do it, but he shouldn't expect me to reciprocate.

"However, it wasn't more than a couple more times and he had me so curious why he loved it that I had to try sucking on his. It was wonderful! I couldn't believe what a high I got when we 69'ed and we both came. That's when I found out that I liked the taste of cum, too. He was always so hot for my cock that he never offered to fuck my butt and I never volunteered. And I never kissed him. That was 'queer' stuff!" Randy laughed.

"All during the time I was screwing this guy, I'd have dates with women and sometimes, we'd get friendly enough that they'd want to go to bed with me. Almost all of them wanted to try it, but it always hurt them. I'd always go over to the fags house right after an episode like that and fuck the hell out of him, just because I was mad at the world for not getting what I wanted from women.

"Anyway," he continued, "when I went off to college that fall, I found lots of new girls who liked black cock, but they all had the same problem. I was too big for 'em. Sometime, I wouldn't even be able to get off, because the girl couldn't take it all. So, I tried the college gym showers (hoping they'd be like the health clubs at home) and got several guys to suck me off, but only a few offered to take my (by then) 13" up the ass after they saw how big it got. Most were content to give me a blow job, but I wasn't. I'd keep trying women, but could never get what I wanted from them or the men.

"I went home for the summer and found out that the guy I'd been fucking got a lover while I was gone, and they didn't fuck around. Back to the gym again. Several guys got me to go home with them and several more blew me there at the gym. The guys I went home with would try to sit on it, but it'd be painful for them for the first few minutes. Then, they seemed to love it. I was getting my rocks off the way I liked it (buried to the hilt), but all this was not satisfying me emotionally. It was good sex, even great some times, but never what I was completely looking for.

"Then, I met Chuck as my new roommate the next year," Randy said smiling at his lover.

Chuck's Coming Out

"Before he tells you about how we sexually discovered each other, I should tell you where I was sexually as a freshman," Chuck interrupted.

"Go ahead," agreed Randy. "Then we can both tell 'em about us."

"Okay," Chuck agreed. "I can't remember when I wasn't horny for sex. By the time I was in high school, I'd already made it with most of the girls in the school. I was dating the Homecoming Queen and all that stuff, but was secretly boffing every girl that asked me. But there had always been something in the back of my head that had me staring in the showers at black men. They were so exotic to me!

"I was a big kid in school, certainly not as tall as Randy was, but very muscular. I tried the girlfriend routine with so many. It was generally the most popular or prettiest girl at school or someone who wanted to be seen with me. Most of the time for them, it was "put out or get out". I was sexually very promiscuous, but wasn't developing any real bonds with anyone except the guys on the team. Finally, as I started my junior year in high school, I decided that I'd just go with one girl. The decision was a good one, but only lasted for about two months.

"All this time, I was playing grab ass with the guys in the showers and was particularly friendly with the black guys. I'd try to be less than obvious when I grabbed at their big dicks and it generally worked. I was such a big star that no one would have thought anything about me scoping out other guys and their equipment. Many times, we'd have a circle jerk after a game or practice and I'd always be sure to be closest to the guy with the biggest cock or laid in front of the guy that shot the farthest. I was big enough that none of them tried to take a swing at me if they thought I was getting too friendly or too close.

"And a lot of times, I'd double date with one of the black guys and I'd watch him fuck his girlfriend as I fucked which ever girl I was with. I always liked watching their asses bounce up and down, and their big dicks go in and out. The part I probably enjoyed the most was the reaction of the girls to the big cocks they were getting pumped into them. I'd been out with several of the guys a lot, but most of them would eventually get a girlfriend who didn't want to share their intimacy and I'd be history.

"I was even cruising t-rooms, rest areas, bookstores, and such just so I could look at cocks. I'd really hang around if it were a black guy. One area of town had a gym in it that attracted a lot of black men. I quickly joined it my senior year and watched a gay guy suck off a lot of black cocks. But even though I liked to watch, I would never participate. After all, I was a football star and what they were doing was so QUEER!

"I remember one black guy in particular, though, who had a huge cock. I'd always stay close because he almost every time got sucked off by this one gay guy. Every time we'd both be there, I'd jack off over the cocksucker as he was blowing the black guy and would get at least one squirt of someone's cum on me.

"Finally, one night when my black prince didn't have the gay man there, he asked me if I wanted to help him out with some action. I told him I wasn't queer and wouldn't go down on him, but would be happy to trade hand jobs with him. But, I wondered aloud how it felt to have your dick sucked and even how it felt to suck one. He smiled at me and offered his stiff rod to my trembling hand.

"His fat, long cock was hot. I almost came just touching his big rod. Someone else came into the sauna then, but he promised we could do more the next time we were both in.

I waited a whole week before he showed up again and his regular gay cocksucker wasn't eager to suck him off. I'd fantasized about how it would be and was ready for him when I finally got my chance. Before he could change into his workout clothes, I told him I wanted to feel him up again. He told me that unless I was serious about getting it on, he wasn't interested because he could get all the head and ass fucking he wanted from guys who would come across.

"I remember that he smiled at me and said he'd fuck with me 'one of these days'. I couldn't believe he was coming on to me like that. All I wanted to do was feel him up. But, I didn't want to be a fag, so I left him and stopped going there.

"Later that week, I asked one of my closest black friends if he'd ever felt another guy's cock when it was hard. He told me that he'd played grab ass with his brother and it had gotten both of them hard. They played with each other's dick until they both squirted. But, they didn't do it very much even though they both seemed to like it. It was like being a queer and they didn't like the way that sounded.

"All this time, his cock was growing as we were sitting on a bench in the shower room. Mine was, too. He asked me if I wanted to feel his. He offered to feel mine for me, too.

"His 9" cock easily slid into my hand. I was really hot to feel all of it. It was satiny and really hot. He grabbed at mine and I thought I'd cum on the spot. The feel of another man's hand on your dick is so great after jerking yourself off for years. He told me to relax and we could enjoy this for a while. We just sat on the bench and slowly jerked each other off. I was getting so hot and wanted to cum so bad that I started to beat off my own cock, but he slapped my hand away.

"He got to the short strokes, and I started to jerk him off faster, too. Within a matter of seconds, I was blasting out my load onto the floor as he emptied his balls up against a locker. We held each others cocks until they had completely wilted. Then he took my cum that had dripped onto his fingers, and licked it off. He told me I had the best tasting cum he'd ever had and would like to do it again sometime soon. I was completely surprised by his candor and the fact that he licked up my cum. I always assumed that it tasted like piss smelled and would be nasty. So, I tasted the cum on my fingers. It was really good. So, we did meet a few more times at the high school showers, but I found my football friends were getting suspicious about us, so we cooled it.

"Jeff was a good friend. We'd traded hand jobs when we were seniors. And all through the year we were close friends, but would meet after classes to do our sex with each other. None of the other guys on the team said anything, but I suspected that they knew something was going on. We were almost always together.

"For the first part of that summer, we were hand job buddies. Then, he went away early to college. We promised to see each other later, but it never seemed to work out. By the time a few more weeks had gone by and I'd tried to get adjusted to college life, I found that I missed my best friend and the good hand sex we were having," Chuck concluded.

"What a closeness you guys had! How come I never got in on some of that stuff on my high school team or even college track?" protested Dave.

"It was always there. You probably didn't seem approachable," I said.

"Yeah, probably not. I was chasing pussy. What an IDIOT!" Dave smiled.

"Okay, so how did you guys finally get it on?" I asked Chuck. "How did you 'pop the question'?"

How the Coaches Met

"Well," drawled Chuck, "shall I?" Randy nodded.

"We were at the college by August for practice and assigned as roommates. They had us practicing so hard that I didn't even think about sex for the first three weeks. But, I found that I'd always watch Randy in the showers and when he was dressing, because he showed such a big cock, and he was tall and black, just like my high school friend. But, he seemed hopelessly straight to me," Chuck said with exasperation.

"Yeah. I was seein' this gal who was puttin' out, but not very often and not deep enough. Still bugged the shit outta me!" Randy added.

"Randy was coming back to the dorms frustrated a lot of nights and would beat off into his shorts when he thought I was asleep. I'd never see his cock when he was beating off under the covers. I just knew it had to be a big, thick one from the size of it when I saw him in the morning or in the showers. I never even saw a morning piss hard-on!

"But after he'd cum in his shorts, I'd always pull 'em out of the hamper the next morning and sniff them for asshole and lick them for cum. Then, I'd beat off into his shorts and put them back in the hamper. It was so damned silly!" Chuck laughed. "What the fuck kind of relationship is that!?"

"Anyway," he continued, "Randy and I talked about football and our studies, but not about sex. I thought it seemed strange at the time, but maybe he was some kind of repressed religious nut. I let it pass, but was getting frustrated. I got a little pussy at the girls' dorm because I was going to be a great football star, but it wasn't the same. I needed a hot, black cock in my hand!

"By the end of November, we were almost finished with the season. Randy and I were sharing a motel room in a small college town. He hadn't gotten any off his girlfriend recently, and I was still unhappy with my lack of real success in the girls' dorms. After the game, the pressure was off and we could relax. Randy was showing a wonderful bulge in his shorts after he'd stripped down to get into bed. And that stunning body! I stripped down, too.

"We laid on the beds and watched some television. I'd steal glances at the mound in Randy's crotch and sigh quietly. I had a big boner that was tenting my shorts several times. Once it had even pushed the head of it out under the waistband. I tried to hide it with my hands each time it got hard, but the pressure of my hands on it just made it jerk more.

"Randy finally broke the tension. Remember what you said," Chuck asked Randy.

"Something like, 'Wish my girlfriend were here. I'd sure like to put it to her tonight!'?" Randy replied.

"Close enough," Chuck smiled lovingly at him. "That was the opening that I'd been looking for. Finally, Randy wanted to talk about sex! I asked him if he'd been getting it frequently enough to cool his nuts. He told me he hadn't, and it wasn't that good anyway. But, it was better than none at all. So, I told him that I'd been getting damned little satisfaction from the girls, too, and it was too bad that a couple of studs like us couldn't get what we wanted.

"He asked me why it wasn't good. I told him it was too damned seldom and it wasn't very satisfying. He said his problem was that his cock was too big, and it made him mad because he couldn't fuck as hard and deep as he wanted to. He looked over at me and saw that I had a hard-on which I'd forgotten to cover up during the conversation.

"He stared at my hard cock as he repeated that it was a problem all women had with him. It was just too fucking big! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. A big, black stud was telling me that his cock was too big for his girlfriends! I tried my best not to act too excited. I wanted to do what I'd been doing with Jeff," Chuck smiled at us.

"And not successfully!" Randy added with a laugh. "He was lusting after me like I was dessert."

"I probably was," Chuck admitted. "Anyway, I told him that he couldn't be too thick because the women had to be able to get a baby out. And it would have to be extremely long to hit a woman's cervix. I was such a know-it-all! I'd never hit a woman's cervix and I thought I was hung pretty big. And here I was telling a gorgeous, big-dicked stud that his pecker couldn't be that long. He should've beat the shit outta me!

"But, Randy just smiled back at me and told me to trust him. 'It's very, very long.' he said confidently. So, I challenged him to prove it. 'How long is very, very long?' I asked. He told me it was 13", and I blanched. 'Shit!' I said forgetting who I was talking to, 'I've never felt one that big!', and I grimaced with embarrassment.

"Randy only stared at me. 'Felt one?' he repeated. I'd been caught with the wrong choice of words. He asked me if I liked swinging on dicks. I thought he meant playing with them. In my opinion, all the cards were on the table now, so I told him that I'd played around with men's cocks, and never had one as big as he was telling me. He just stared at me," Chuck repeated.

"I couldn't figure out what to say next," Randy interrupted. We hadn't really gotten very close as friends, and I didn't know if this big, white guy were serious or not. His cock sure was excited, but maybe he didn't go for black guys. So, I asked him if he ever swung on a black cock before."

"And I said, 'Sure! They're my favorite!'" Chuck crowed. "I just didn't learn to keep my mouth shut once I'd put my foot in it.

"I couldn't believe what I was hearing," Randy smiled. "There was this good-looking, white guy whom I thought was offering to suck my cock for me, just like at the gym in high school. So, I asked him if he wanted to suck on my cock."

"I couldn't believe he'd asked me so directly," laughed Chuck. "It was kinda tentative, like he was afraid I'd turn him down. Looking back at that situation after all these years, can you imagine a size queen like me turning down 13"?" Chuck laughed uproariously at the thought.

"How was I supposed to know that?" Randy said in his own defense. "This black and white barrier thing was very real to me."

"I'm sure it was, my darling," replied Chuck penitently. "I'm sorry."

"That's okay. It's a long time ago," Randy smiled. "Anyway, Chuck looked at me kinda funny and said he'd never sucked on a cock before. I didn't know whether he was going to beat the shit out of this uppity nigger or suck my cock for me! I remember trying to find the courage to do something about it, and then feeling stupid about being so slow."

"Yeah, I remember that, too. He came over to my bed and put his hand on my swollen cock. I sighed so deeply, I probably sounded like a deflating tire. It felt so damned good again. This man was feeling me up and I was still loving it. Next thing I knew, he was helping me get my shorts off. But I really broke the ice when I told him that I'd wanted to play with his cock from the first time I saw him in early August.

"We relaxed and he moved in closer to me. I reached for the lump in his pants and felt steel. It was the longest one I'd ever felt. Even through his underwear, it was hot. I stripped off his shorts and saw his cock was growing even bigger. When it got to the full length and width, all I could do was stare at it and move my hands slowly up and down its length.

"I watched it grow like a bird watches a snake. I was completely hypnotized by it. It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen! And it was all mine to do with as I wished. I couldn't believe I was so lucky to find such a big one, but I had no ideas about what to do with it," Chuck concluded.

"The episode is really funny when you look back on it. I was clearly bolder, and much bigger than Chuck," Randy continued the story. "I wanted to play around with this guy, but he was such a virgin, he didn't even know that swinging on a cock meant cocksucking. I wasn't sure how I'd get him interested, but I had such a case of blue balls that I had to do something.

"With the greatest of care in selecting my words, I asked him just what he had done with his friends. When I found out that they jerked each other off and then licked the cum off, I knew I had an opening. I asked him if he liked the taste of it and then, why he didn't get it fresh from the hose. He said he liked the flavor of his friend's cum. I could see I'd have to be more direct. So I told him that cocksucking was the best way to get the richest, tastiest cream and, besides, it really felt good to the guy getting the blow job and the guy giving it, too.

"The next step was tricky, but I thought if I could convince him that both of us wanted the same thing, I could get him to go down on me. I started by licking his dick which I'd done before to that guy from the gym. He did the same. I put my mouth over his big knob. Then he did. After that, I was lost in the great feelings of having a hard cock in my mouth again and someone else going down on me. Chuck wasn't much of an expert at it, but he surely made up for it with his enthusiasm," Randy grinned.

"It was like a dam bursting," Chuck interjected. "It was something that I'd always wanted to do and didn't know it until I tried doing it. It was better than I ever thought it could be. My mouth was full of the biggest, blackest cock ever, and I was getting the best blow job ever. I knew instantly it was better than any of my dates had ever done for me.

"We picked up the ragged rhythm to the point that both of us were straining not to cum. Randy kept feeling my asshole with his fingers. It was a mysterious turn on for me. I had no idea why it felt so good, but I also knew I didn't want him to stop, either."

"Well, you can surmise the rest," Randy continued the story. "Chuck went down on me one last time and sucked all the cum out of me in a matter of seconds. I was overwhelmed by my climax at the same moment and sprayed Chuck's throat, too. It'd been several days since I'd cum and I really filled his mouth with cum. I thought he was going to choke on how much I'd shot into his face. Afterwards, he told me that he'd been watching me cum in my shorts at night, and how he'd sniff and lick them before he came in them, too.

"The thought of him cumming in my shorts got me hot again, so I asked him if he ever got fucked by men. He told me he's never heard of such a thing between men. I told him it was the best thing one man could do for another. It felt great for the fucker and the fuckee. I described how I'd been doing this guy from the gym. By the time I'd finished the story with lots of details, Chuck was hard and more than interested. Of course, I was lying here. I never had a dick up my asshole, so I had no idea what it felt like to get fucked. But my gay boyfriend in high school and those guys in the college showers sure loved it when I put it to them.

"I played with his ass like I'd done before and went down on him again," Randy continued. "He sure was hot for cocksucking. But he was backing into my hand all the time, too. So, I applied a little lube on his hole and stuck a finger in. His ass immediately clamped around it, but with a little patience, in and out motion, and rubbing his hard prostate, I soon had him whimpering. He was nearly begging to get fucked before I could get more than two fingers in.

"Knowing that my cock was really big, and he was such a virgin, I massaged his ass and prepared him as best I could. I even warned him that it might sting a little when I first entered him. The preparation was evidently very good. I popped the head and a couple of inches in before he resisted even a little.

"I was riding him doggie style and we were both loving it. Each time I'd push into him, he'd push back into me and another inch would slide in. I got to about 9" and he couldn't take any more. Massaging his prostate with my cockhead and rubbing my hand over his cockhead, I slowly sank in another 2". Continuing this therapy for another couple of minutes gave us both the reward we were looking for. Complete penetration!" Randy beamed.

"My ass was so happy and my dick was leaking profusely," Chuck continued. "I couldn't believe my good luck in finding a teammate who liked to play around with other guys. And he was a great instructor in the finest man-to-man contact sport I'd ever heard of, let alone participated in.

"His cock was heavenly. I loved every inch and thrust of it. I remember wondering why I'd waited so long to do this. Where were all those men that I could've been doing this with all these years? But Randy was not to be denied and neither was my jerking cock," Chuck concluded.

"So I fucked his ass to the max and filled it with cum. What a tight asshole! He was just like the first guy that got fucked by me. Chuck got all of it, but only after many starts and stops. It was certainly worth the wait when he took it clear to the pubes. I couldn't believe my luck in finding another one like that first guy," Randy beamed.

"Within a couple more weeks, Randy was curious about why it felt so good to take it up the ass. After I showed him how good it was, he's been a real cock hound for white dicks up the ass," Chuck revealed.

"And, I found out later, that even though I like white guys a lot for fucking with, a good-looking black guy who'll eat my ass can fuck me all night long if he wants to," Randy added looking directly at Dave. "And I love fucking black ass, anytime!"

"Well," said Dave startled, "maybe I'll just have to see if you really mean that."

Same Partners, Different Roles

"Wanna fuck some more, then?" asked Randy.

"Fuck, yes! Who does whom?" Dave responded.

"Same partners, different roles?" Randy leered at me. "You know how much I love fucking white ass!"

"And I love fucking black ass!" Chuck smiled at Dave.

"Take it easy on this alabaster ass, please! After all, I've only been done by that thick, brutal monster of Dave's. I've never been done by one as thick and long as yours, Randy!" I said with a quavering voice. Truthfully, I was a little scared of it. Hopefully, Randy would understand that after his years of fucking assholes and go easy on me.

"Alright!" cried Randy. "Let's FUCK!" He spun me around on the bed and pulled my legs into the air. I fell back hard against the mattress. He released my ankles, and my legs draped across his shoulders. My butthole was tightly pulled against his stiff pecker shaft as he leaned into me.

"Don't worry," he whispered to me. "I'll take it easy. I've been doing this for a long time to hot studs like you." He sank to his knees at bedside and pushed my knees up by my ears.

Randy began making love to my asshole. His hot breath grazed across my taut ass cheeks. He spread my legs apart and licked at my perineum, then kissed his way around one fuzzy ass globe to my tailbone and then around the other globe. Returning to my perineum, he moved his face farther down my ass crack, almost hitting my fuck hole. His gentleness was relaxing me completely.

I wanted him to eat my hole, so I let my legs spread farther apart. Randy only started his routine around my ass again. By the time he had returned to the spot only a couple of inches over my pulsating love tunnel, I was too hot for his tongue in my asshole to allow him another trip. Grasping his head with both hands, I shoved his face down and into my hole.

A heavy sigh and moan escaped my lips. His mouth was directly on my winking rosebud. He kissed it over and over again. "Randy! Oh, RANDY!! Eat my HOLE!" I moaned.

He obediently pushed his tongue between his lips and made contact with my pucker, and then drilled into me. "OH, Fuck! Yes! Do it! Eat ME!" I hissed as his tongue reamed me out. I relaxed as much as I could to allow him the greatest access possible.

Before I knew a change had been made, he'd pulled out his tongue and replaced it with a finger, and then a second finger. He knew exactly what his fingers were searching for. When they found my prostate button, I jumped and my cock released a big drop of precum. Randy's fingers danced over my joy button with a special rhythm that was driving me wild.

Chuck and Dave had set up their own pace for fucking. I could tell that Chuck was eating Dave's asshole wonderfully. Only Dave could sound like that when he's being rimmed. Dave was on all fours, getting ready (he hoped) for a great doggie-style fucking from Chuck's fat sausage.

Randy lowered my ass back to the bed leaving his fingers inside me doing their magic. He dove on to my cock and withdrew his fingers. From one wild stimulation to another! Randy was a master. As he laved my jumping cock, he put on a condom that couldn't have covered more than half of his 13" fuck stick. To get it on, he had to squeeze the head of his cock. It expanded quickly again after he got the stretched condom on.

I laid back down again to get ready for the fuck of my life. I looked up at Dave who was bending over me as his ass was eaten. The look of absolute bliss was spread across his face. He opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"Wanna suck a big, black cock, White Bread?" Dave asked dreamily. It looked like it would be a 69 AND the fuck of my life!

"Get your ass over here, Sugar. I'll give you the best 69 of your young life!" I whispered hoarsely.

Dave moved over me. His cock was so hard it was nearly parallel with his stomach. I had to pull it down to get it into my mouth. As I grabbed for it, Dave went down on me. I could feel his hot breath on my pubic hair. I tried to return the favor, but 11" is still too much for me to swallow.

Randy had placed his cockhead against my opening. His lubed fingers had prepared me for entry. I felt his cockhead push aside my dilating anal sphincter and he popped through. Past the constriction of the anal collar, his cockhead expanded again. It felt enormous, even bigger than Dave's! I tried to relax some more. Randy shoved in a couple of inches of shaft.

My love tunnel was completely filled from side to side. Randy started to short dick me, which he knew would stimulate unmercifully my joy button. Dave went down hard on me as he saw Randy's thickness enter me.

It was a fullness that I wasn't used to. It hurt, but it was great pleasure, too. Dave's throat massage of my cock was giving me pleasure. Randy's motion over my prostate was giving me enormous pleasure. The size of Randy's weapon was causing discomfort, not pain, I decided. I looked up and saw the last inch of Chuck's cock enter Dave. He was completely buried up Dave's tight asshole.

I felt embarrassed that I hadn't worked Dave's cock over more as Chuck was entering him. But I did notice an increase in precum output from Dave's cock.

Randy and Chuck leaned over their victims and kissed deeply. Another six inches sliced into me. My prostate was still being raked, so my guts didn't seem to mind. Randy kept inching his hard, black steel into me. Every time he would encounter resistance, he would back off and fuck me in short, slow jabs until he could move farther into me.

I wasn't feeling any pain, only enough discomfort to cause me to tense up. Randy would slowly fuck me with a few inches and I'd relax again. Each time I relaxed, he'd get another couple of inches higher into me. I could feel the curve of his cock and the pulse of his heart inside me. His cockhead was particularly echoing his pounding heart.

Dave was still going down as far as he could on me. His own groans and moans were echoing mine. His cock fairly danced in my mouth as each thrust of Chuck's hips into him made his pole jump.

"AHHHH!! FUCK!! YESSSSS!!!!" Randy hoarsely shouted. "I'm in all the way! Take my cum, Fucker! You're so tight, I gotta cum!"

I COULD feel his pubic hairs brushing up against my asshole! I had taken all 13" of that monster meat of his and it felt TERRIFIC! With one hand I started to beat Dave's big cock off in sync with my mouth moving up and down on it. With the other hand, I grabbed one of Randy's ass cheeks and pulled him into me harder.

Randy ground his cock into me. It felt so good. I knew I was going to cum and I didn't care who came with me. I was an animal in heat and could only be sated by my own big climax and an ass full of Randy's boiling cum.

I grunted out my climax around the cock that was stuffed deeply in my mouth. Randy could feel the difference in my urgent pulls on his ass. He withdrew about six inches of his giant ass filler and fucked my ass with rapid in and out motions. My prostate was being brutalized and I didn't care. It felt so great!

Cum boiled from my cock. Dave slurped it up as best he could. Chuck was hitting his last stokes into Dave and was pounding into him hard, forcing Dave's mouth to move crazily.

Chuck bellowed out his impending climax and rammed deeply into Dave. It seemed to hit a final frenzy for Chuck and a last button for Dave. As my cock started to wilt in Dave's suctioning cheeks, his cockhead swelled. I knew I was about to drink his nectar, again.

I was rewarded for Chuck's great fucking skills by being deluged by wave after wave of hot cum. Dave's fuckpole jerked again and again as his nuts emptied their load of sperm. Chuck and Dave were still firing their loads and roaring out their climax peaks when Randy finally cut loose. He rammed hard into me one final time, then his whole body started to jerk.

"FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!" was the only word Randy cried out, but drug it out with punctuations for each climax. I clamped my ass down as hard as I could to give him maximum stimulation. He roared again and buried his horsecock deeply, as he lifted my ass off the bed for a final time.

Dave and I disconnected. Cum still dripped from Dave's cock as usual. I snaked my tongue out again to spear the last drops. Dave flinched and drew away.

"Fuck! STOP THAT!" Chuck laughed. "My dick's too sensitive to have you doing that!"

"Take it and like it, Fucker!" Dave said back to him.

"EEEEE!! I can't stand it!" Chuck said as he pulled out with a plop.

Dave rolled over on to the bed and Chuck stripped off the condom.

"Let me have that!" declared Dave. "I think Mike needs a drink!"

Chuck handed it to Dave and Dave put the open end against my lips. I could smell Dave's asshole on it, and lube. Dave smiled at me and poured the still hot contents through my parted lips.

"Yummy! Great cum! Good diet and frequent fucking, I'd say," as I assumed the air of a great wine reviewer.

Randy thought that was funny and laughed at me as he withdrew his still enormous cock. "That's what we like about you guys. You're such fun and so unpredictable!" Randy laughed.

"I think one good turn deserves another," I intoned as I reached for Randy's cock. "I'll take the condom now, if you don't mind, Sir."

"Let me do it," Randy said pulling away. "I've got the same sensitivity problems that Chuck does."

Randy pulled it off carefully and handed it to me. I noticed that it looked like a special brand with an extra large reservoir at the tip. I looked up at Randy and at that still very dangerous cock of his. It was now hanging between his legs instead of up against his stomach, but it had to still be at least 11" long.

"Thank you, kind sir," I said as I rolled over to Dave. "May I pour?"

Dave opened his lips and stared at the quantity about to be upended into his mouth. Chuck and Randy roared at the funny scene in front of them.

I placed the open end of the condom at Dave's lips and grabbing the reservoir end, tipped it up and emptied the contents into his waiting mouth. He swallow twice before all of Randy's sperm had been drained from the improvised flask.

"Nice bouquet. Nutty, fresh taste. Pleasant aftertaste," he concluded smacking his lips.

Chuck and Randy really lost it then. They laughed and laughed. Chuck fell on to the bed and Randy fell to the floor weeping with laughter.

"I'm glad you find us amusing," Dave said in his best British upper crust dialect. "Would that mean that we're invited back?"

Randy and Chuck were sufficiently recovered to answer, "Fuck, yes!" and "Of course!", respectively.

A Most Embarrassing Moment

I rolled off the bed and dove for Randy's shrinking, cum- slicked, but still massive, cock. As my mouth slid over the tip and tongued up the last ropes of cum from it, I farted! Randy had pumped so much air into me with that enormous 13" of his that I couldn't contain it all.

That really got them laughing. Even Dave joined in laughing at the faux pas. I was unbelievably embarrassed by the escaping air, but couldn't help joining them in their merriment. My giggles turned into guffaws as each jiggle of laughter made even more air escape.

Chuck, Randy, and Dave were all howling with glee. I tried to stem the flow of gas, but only made the pitch of the escape higher. I was devastated! And they were laughing so hard that tears were streaming down their faces. When any of them could get enough control back, they would look over at me and my red-faced embarrassment, and start laughing again.

Gratefully, it didn't last much longer and the laughter died down. They were all extremely apologetic (between guffaws) at laughing at my predicament. Randy had the good manners to suggest that we all shower and retire to the dining room for dinner. Glad to be given a semi-graceful way out of my problem, I stood and strode toward the master bathroom. Each stride produced more farts!

Finally, I got inside the bathroom and closed the door. I sat on the commode and forced out as much gas as I could, to their sustained laughter in the other room. I'd done as much as I could under the circumstances to release all the trapped air, and moved into the shower. When the water was turned on, they finally left the bedroom and joined me.

The shower stall was spacious enough for all four of us big men. We helped each other scrub down, washing all of our favorite places. I told Randy that I had first call on washing his cock. After all, it had embarrassed me nearly to death with all the air it forced up my ass. They all laughed again.

Chuck stopped laughing long enough to tell me that the same thing had happened to him the first few times he'd been fucked by Randy. But back then, Randy had cum gallons up his ass and his farts were really juicy, leaving drops of cum on the floor or bed as he farted. He learned quickly that he had to make a trip to the commode to "dump" some of Randy's black babies or suffer the consequences.

We all laughed at that and finished our shower. After we'd dried off, we went back downstairs and retrieved the rest of our clothes at the front door. Randy and Chuck put on short robes (which only served to show off Randy's long cock and Chuck's terrific ass and chest hair.

Randy and Chuck busied themselves in the kitchen after pouring us a special wine they'd bought on their last trip to Northern California. It was very good. Within five minutes, dinner preparations were well underway and Randy joined us in the family room at the back of the house (the scene of the "crimes" of yesterday).

"I hope you can spend the night with us. We have lots of bedroom space and we'd love to have more sex with you later," Randy said. "Chuck and I really have taken a shine to you two, and want to switch partners later, if it's okay with you."

"We had talked about such an offer being made, and had already agreed that we wouldn't be going home until tomorrow if you offered to keep us for the evening," Dave agreed. "I'm glad we weren't disappointed or disappointing."

"Not in the least," Randy complimented us. "We thought you were hot men the first time Chuck and I saw you at the door. Being a mixed couple was frosting on the sexual cake."

Chuck then joined us and asked Randy, "Have you asked them to stay, yet?"

"Yep. They've already agreed," his lover replied.

"Wonderful! Glad you'll share our bed again," Chuck beamed. "Dinner should be ready in another twenty minutes. It's not training table food this time. Both Randy and I have to watch our weights now that we're over 30. I have to watch more than he does, of course. Doesn't that piss you off, Mike that these black stallions can eat and eat and not gain an ounce?"

"I've noticed that," I replied. "I just take it as one of those facts of life that you have to live with. Like, black men have big dicks. One of those racial stereotypes that happens to be true! Delightfully so!" I laughed knowing full well that it wasn't always true. I'd bedded a couple of stunning black men who had average cocks.

"Now you know that's not true, Mike," Dave protested. "I've been gaining a little unwanted fat over the last ten years."

"Well, I haven't seen where you've been hiding it, unless it's in your fat cock!" I bantered at him.

"Agreed," moaned Chuck as he rubbed his asshole.

"And it isn't true that all black men have big dicks, either!" Dave added.

"How many black men have you had with dicks less than 8" long?" I challenged him. I knew he hadn't had any yet.

"Well, uh, I've seen lots of average and even small ones in the shower!" he protested.

"How many of them were hard?" I pressed. He didn't answer. "You know, they could have been growers and not showers like mine and even Chuck's," I pointed out grasping Chuck's not well hidden cock. "Big men like you and Randy perpetuate the stereotype," I concluded. I waited for a response and then smiled broadly.

"He's jerking your chain, Dave," Chuck said. "It's a stereotype that isn't true. In my high school days, I saw a lot of black men with their girlfriends, in rest areas, the gym, and so on. I ran across a lot of average ones, but looked forward to being rewarded for my efforts with the discovery of a whopper like yours and Randy's. Isn't that true, Mike?"

"Yeah," I admitted with a smile. "I wondered if I'd be challenged by an expert, Chuck. You certainly qualify!"

We talked for a few more minutes with Randy or Chuck jumping up every few minutes to check on the progress of dinner. Chuck called us in to dinner in another twenty minutes and we all enjoyed a delightful meal with a new bottle of another wine.

The rest of the evening was spent talking about coaching and the men they had met. They also talked about the wonderful years they had spent together. Dave asked them lots of questions about being "out" to the world (which they seemed to be). Randy said it was nobody's business what they did in bed, but they weren't going to be closeted about being gay.

Dave also wondered about cultural differences, time apart, fucking with other men, and monogamy. On the last point, there was considerable discussion. Randy and Chuck both said that they tried it, but it just wasn't for them. They enjoyed other men too much to give it up. They had agreed that they could fuck with anyone they wanted to as long as the other partner knew about it. And it generally happened at the house anyway, so they always knew about it and would join in. He asked them about the different types of men that they enjoyed and how they shared them.

Randy said that their distinctive types had begun to merge after a couple of years and they liked them all now. Chuck still preferred to bed black men, and Randy liked the white ones; but, now, they both liked to bed both races nearly equally. Generally, Chuck would take the black guy up the ass and Randy would fuck the black guy or eat his ass. Same thing held true for white guys. Randy would take the white guy up the ass and Chuck would fuck the white guy or eat his ass out.

And they would find guys of either race that preferred to be top or bottom exclusively and they'd both get fucked by or fuck their new partner. The bottom line to the whole discussion with them was that they like fucking with men and it didn't really matter who liked doing what to whom. Labels weren't important. The men were. They liked it all!

The discussion finally wound down about midnight. Randy suggested that it was time to go to bed.

"You can sleep in the bedroom next to ours, if you like. It's quite comfortable. We'd invite you into our bed, but it doesn't sleep four very well in spite of its size," Chuck offered. Their bed was a special order king size. It was a foot longer and a foot wider than the standard king size. Randy'd told us earlier that getting sheets for it were a real bitch.

"And if you get 'lonely' in there, you know where you can find us," Chuck added with a leer and a pat on my ass. "Sweet dreams!" He took Randy by the hand and led him toward their bedroom, but not before Randy had patted Dave's ass on the way to our bedroom and tugged on his cock as he smiled at Dave's tube steak.

"Yeah, sweet dreams, Studs!" Randy added.

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