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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 17--A Polynesian Date

Saturday morning was overcast. The lack of bright sunshine permitted us to sleep until almost 9. Dave had rolled over into me and had put one arm around my waist, dangling his hand in my crotch. His warmth was making my back hot. I pulled away from the source of the heat in my sleep, but the muscular arm around me prevented me from going far. When I finally awakened, my piss hard-on was being manipulated by Dave.

"Wanna fuck?" Dave asked.

"Pervert!" I sighed. His lengthening cock pressed against my back. I couldn't figure out whether he meant to fuck me or me to fuck him. I had to piss so bad that both ideas made no sense. Rolling from under his arm, I protested that if I didn't empty my bladder NOW, we'd both be awash in fluid.

I tried rolling out of bed, but my "kickstand" wouldn't allow me to roll onto my stomach. I got up on all fours and was going to crawl out. In front of Dave, that was a tactical error of the first magnitude. He was behind me, dry humping me before I could crawl a foot. His love for doggie style was only surpassed by his horny intentions.

"Dave!" I protested. "I really do have to piss! Give it a rest, will ya?"

He released his grip of my waist and I finally got out of bed. My cock gave away my desire to fuck with him. It was sticking straight out in front of me and bounced menacingly in his direction. "In spite of what you see," I grinned at him, "I do have to go."

I raced for the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it before Dave could get in and molest me any more. He pounded (not very hard) on it trying to gain access. I let go my stored up urine into the toilet bowl with a loud sigh. The flow continued unabated for a good minute. I unlocked the door and looked out.

Dave was lying on the bed with his big cock sticking into the air like a black tower. I thought about "scaling" his ebony mountain or even sitting on it, but decided that we should wait for developments of the day. I was glad I did, in spite of Dave's protests. He finally admitted that most of his hard-on was because he had to go, too. When I told him I thought we ought to save our cum for later in the day, he agreed, but only if we'd fuck each other if there were no action by 4 p.m.

We showered, dressed, and ate breakfast. Dave had a short meeting with his divorce attorney and his ex-wife. He hoped it would only be paper signing. All the important issues had been settled by telephone the previous week. But with time for his soon-to-be ex to think it over, he anticipated last minute stalling and deals.

The only thing that they had as common property were their cars (Dave got the Beemer and Kay got the Mercedes, both were free and clear; and the house equity, savings and checking accounts would be split down the middle). Dave further agreed that Kay could have all the household furniture (he would retain all of his personal items such as clothing), and Dave would retain full "title" to his retirement account. It was almost civilized.

After he had gone, I did some laundry, shopping, and a little yard work. Dave enjoyed yard work more than I did, so I "saved" some of it for him. It always went faster when he helped. (The truth of the matter was that I was no gardener. I did the helping, and Dave directed all the planning, planting, and care. I was more of a hired hand, even though the house was mine.)

Dave returned about 3 p.m., all smiles. "It went just like it should have. Kay was all business and so was I. The attorney got in the way more than he helped. Kay tried once more for reconciliation. It was almost tempting, but all I had to do was remember your big cock and tight ass, my love, and it was easy to say no."

"You had me worried there. I can compete with another man, but I wouldn't have a clue as to how to compete with a woman. I wouldn't want to have to train another lover, now that I have your 'training wheels' fucked off," I said returning his smile and hug.

"How about a fast trip to Costco? The scenery is always nice and we're running out of a few things," I suggested.

"Let me change and I'll be right with you," Dave agreed. He raced upstairs and changed quickly. His body was so perfect that it was easy for him to appear to be showing off. But the tight t- shirt and worn cut-offs were nearly obscene. I sure wasn't going to say anything. I thought he was hot, and I loved being with him, just to show him off!

Within two minutes, we were in his car and on our way for men watching and a little shopping. The excursion was delicious. The men were especially handsome that day and there were several ladies offering samples of several items on sale. Dave and I would rather have sampled some of the men!

One of them was a father (with two children in tow). He was a big blonde with muscles everywhere. He didn't show much of a basket, but the ass is what attracted our attention. It was a real "bubble butt" with the look of moving granite beneath his faded, worn levis. Dave and I followed him around the store for several minutes. Watching those muscular melons of his was a treat that we wanted to remember. Although he tried very hard to be discrete about it, the blonde stole several glances at Dave and that big tubesteak that snaked down one leg of his cut-offs. I think he kept looking because Dave's cock looked like it would peek out the bottom of the leg at any moment.

The other man that we both liked was the Polynesian checker. He was the poster boy for Stud! Just shorter than Dave and I, broad shoulders, narrow hips, bubble buns, gorgeous smile (almost as good as Dave's), sparkling eyes, and very easy on the eyes were only a few of his remarkable qualities. We always tried to get into his line when we were ready to leave. He was always friendly and spoke to us by name. I'd never seen him in the bars, but had a hunch he was gay.

Dave's blatant sexual overtures to him did not go unnoticed. Ron (the checker) was much more obvious than the "daddy" was in staring at Dave's leg. As the items were scanned, Ron stacked them in used boxes. Dave would rub his cock against the shopping cart each time Ron added another commodity. By the time everything was totalled, Dave's cock had lengthened and exposed the head down one leg. He moved his hand over his leg to prevent the rest of the world from observing his monster meat, but left it exposed to Ron's gaze. Ron smiled appreciatively and licked his lips.

"Thanks for coming by, guys," Ron said. "You always make my day. See ya next week?"

"Probably," Dave said with a wink. "Maybe sooner?"

"Maybe," Ron responded as he circled our address on the check. "You guys live together?"

"Yep," I smiled. "And the address is correct."

"Thanks," Ron beamed. "Phone number, too?"

"Uh-huh," Dave continued. "Hope we see ya again this coming week."

Ron looked at the exposed head of Dave's cock, smiling. Dave fingered the hem of the leg and his squeezed the fat cockhead. He pushed the black snake back inside the cut-offs and adjusted it to stay hidden. A pearl of precum was glistening on his index finger. Dave smiled at Ron, then licked off the sticky dick juice.

Ron nearly swooned.

Dave adjusted his fat cock, but that didn't hide much. The only thing that was hidden was the color (and Ron had already seen that!). The length and thickness of it were revealed against the tightly stretched, faded material.

I moved past Ron, but paused long enough to whisper in his ear, "Dave and I have very thick equipment that needs special attention. We'd sure like to have you lube it for us. Give us a call if you can. We both think you're hot!"

Ron blushed through his dark Polynesian skin and smiled. "Thanks. I'll keep it in mind."

"Nice ass!" Dave whispered to me, looking at Ron. He said it loud enough for Ron to hear, but no one else. Ron blushed again.

"Very nice," I agreed, again, loud enough to be heard.

Dave loaded up the trunk with our groceries and I ran the cart back to the door of Costco. As I turned, Dave drove up in the car. He swung the door open for me and I stepped in. Ron emerged from the main door of the store and surveyed the parking lot.

"Looking for something I could help you with," I said to him.

"Uh, yeah. I was, uh, hoping you wouldn't have left yet. I'd like to, um, well, uh, get to know you guys better, too. Gotta work tomorrow until 3, and tonight is already taken with a party I should go to."

"How does tomorrow evening, say 6 o'clock for dinner, strike you?" Dave leaned over me and asked Ron. Dave's fingers traced the outline of my growing cock that was stuffed into my levis.

"Sure!" Ron smiled jumping at the offer. "But I don't want to put you guys to any effort. How about just coffee and dessert or drinks instead of dinner?" he asked staring at my crotch.

"Suits us fine. See ya at six," Dave confirmed.

By then, Dave was groping my cock in full view of Ron. My fully erect dick had become a big tube in the right leg of my levis. I reached over to Dave and fondled the head of his cock at the edge of the fabric. His black cock snaked out of his pants leg again and exposed several inches of his monster meat (the material had bunched up when he was seated). I toyed with the head and squeezed it between my fingers, dripping some precum from the head on to my thumb. Raising my sticky, dripping thumb to my lips, I tasted. "Ummm," I moaned as I closed my eyes.

"Jesus!" Ron exclaimed as he looked from Dave's big, dripping ass-stretcher to my precum laden fingers. "I can hardly wait for a three-way with you guys."

"By the way, Ron, what do you like to do with a couple of hot men, anyway?" I asked as he bent closer to the car to see more of the action. I was milking Dave's cock for more precum and getting more on my fingers.

"I like to do about everything," Ron said staring wide-eyed.

I moved my wet hand up toward my mouth, but raised it up to Ron's nose instead. He sniffed, then licked. "Damn! This is gonna be great!" he exulted. "I'd love to do you guys right here, but I gotta get back to work. See ya tomorrow." Ron stood up and showed us a very thick cock that was ready to rip through the fabric of his pants. He turned and left.

"Nice ass!" I said again. Ron looked over his shoulder and smiled, wiggling it suggestively without attracting too much attention (except for Dave and I, of course).

Dave beeped the horn and waved. Ron returned the wave and smiled. He looked around and stealthily groped his crotch for us. His smile broadened even more as the car rolled past him and he looked once more at Dave's big dick.

We chatted and laughed all the way home about how much fun it would be to fuck with Ron. Sunday evening was going to be a wonderful time in bed.

After we had unloaded the car and put everything away, I checked the phone answering machine as Dave sorted through the mail. Dave joined me in the den when I yelled excitedly at him. As I replayed the message, his excitement (and his dick) grew, too.

"More Information"

Officer Dundee had called. He said that the investigation into the incident Friday night was nearly complete, but he needed to ask some clarifying questions of us. "Would this evening be a good time?" he'd asked as he left a number to contact him.

Dave said, "Wasn't he the tall one that looked us over after we said we lived together?"

"Yeah," I agreed with a leer. "I hope that uniform wasn't false advertising. He sure had a great ass and a nice bulge in the crotch. That moustache was regulation, but it sure looked like it'd be fun to ride!"

Dave made the call to the designated number. Another officer answered the call and put us through.

"Officer Dundee. How may I help you?" the officer's deep voice answered.

"This is Dave Cary calling. Mike is on the extension. You had a question or two for us regarding last night?" Dave said in his most professional lawyer voice. When he wanted to, Dave could be the epitome of a cool, criminal lawyer.

"Yes, Mr. Cary," Officer Dundee answered. "Thanks for returning my call. The matter that I wish to discuss with you is not something that can be confidentially handled over the phone. Would you mind if I stopped by in the next couple of days to complete my report? I'd like to have, uh, Mr. Claiborne there, too. Could that be arranged?"

"I think so, Officer Dundee," Dave said with a smile that I could see even over the phone in the next room. "Would this evening be convenient for you? We're both home now. That would be okay with you, wouldn't it, Mike?"

"Fine with me, too," I said, trying to conceal my excitement.

"I'm away from the station about 8 p.m. I see that you aren't that far away. How does 8:15 sound?" the policeman offered.

"Fine," we both said.

"See you then, gentlemen. Thank you. Goodbye," and the officer hung up.

"Well, now," Dave said in his best imitation I'd ever heard of the Church Lady, "isn't that SPECIAL!?"

I laughed until I cried. It was the perfect thing to say. We both knew exactly what the other was thinking. How do we trap this gorgeous hunk into staying long enough to get his clothes off and have wild sex with him?

"I'm going to change into something more, uh, revealing," I told Dave. "And you shouldn't change a thing! Hanging your dick out of your shorts leg is a nice touch. It's such a nice day that you might consider taking off your shirt. I'm going to wear Speedos!"

"You are SO nasty!" Dave laughed. "I like that in a man! But, I'd like to add a little something to the equation. How about if we go to the health club and work out. That way our muscles will ripple for him and we'll have a great tone, too. I know those cops really like muscles."

I raced upstairs and grabbed our gym bags. Dave changed clothes to go to the gym. "I have another pair of cutoffs that are even more revealing that I can use as a mantrap this evening," he added with a grin. "This is going to be great fun trying to seduce a cop!"

Our workout went particularly well. We both worked hard on the weights, paying particular attention to the arms and chest. Dave would have looked good if he had gone on a food binge and never worked out for three months. But after this workout, he was spectacular. I was so lucky to be his lover. (The word still struck me with horror, but I quickly recovered. I was indeed lucky.)

It was nearly 7:30 by the time we finished our workout and had a salad and roast chicken for dinner. Dave cleared away the dishes as I loaded the dishwasher. If I started it now, it should be done before officer Dundee arrived.

Officer Dundee had called while we were at the health club. He would be a little late, because he was going home to change before he came over. He found that "a policeman's uniform tends to intimidate the free exchange of information," so he would be arriving at about 9 p.m. instead. If that would be a problem, we should call him back at the same number. Because it wasn't, we didn't return the call.

Dave and I got into our "drag" for the evening. The Speedos I wore were too small for me, but they did show off my dick and ass very well. They also displayed some pubic hair over the top of the suit if I had any kind of an erection.

Dave, of course, looked wonderful. The cutoffs were even more worn than the ones he wore to Costco. One leg showed considerable wear where his dick usually hung. So much wear that the fabric was pulling apart in several places, showing his thick dick. Without being sure, it could have been his leg. But, I was sure. That beautiful trouser snake couldn't fool me. The head of it was barely covered by the frayed hem. If he started to get a hard-on, it would be immediately exposed.

A few minutes before 9, the doorbell rang. Dave was the one elected to answer it. I would join them a few moments later on the patio. I waited the few discrete moments before appearing at the designated spot. Officer Dundee was still standing as Dave draped over a patio chair (one leg over the arm rest exposing his crotch and threatening to tear the fabric in his cutoffs to powder).

Officer Dundee was taller than I remembered him. He stood at about 6'6" tall and was very muscular (something that was well hidden in his loose-fitting uniform shirt). He was dressed casually in walking shorts and a polo shirt. The walking shorts were very tight across his thickly muscled ass and the mound in front. His thighs were similarly muscled, but didn't strain the material as much. His dark, good looks complemented his smiling, green eyes.

I strode over to where he was standing and re-introduced myself. He shook my hand firmly. "Please, be seated," I invited him as I pointed to a chair situated directly across from the one Dave was in and the third one I was going to sit in. He looked us both over with special long pauses at the crotch level as he settled into the cushioned chair.

"The reason I wanted to make this a confidential interview was because I had to assume that both of you are gay," he said matter-of- factly. "Such issues are not easily discussed in a busy station house with a lot of redneck, fellow officers within earshot. I hope I haven't offended you by being so direct."

"Not at all," Dave said reassuringly. "And we are gay. But, I'm at a loss to figure out what that has to do with the case under investigation."

The same smile crossed Officer Dundee's face that we had seen the previous night. It was a comfortable smile that signaled relief. "If I remember correctly, you're a lawyer, Mr. Cary."

"Yes, I am. Corporate law," Dave smiled. "I remember very little of criminal law due to lack of recent exposure to it. So, there's no reason to feel uneasy with me. And for God's sake! Call me Dave. That Mr. Cary shit is too formal for the likes of me."

"And please, call me Mike," I added. "This Mr. stuff drives me crazy, too. Keeps us at too much of a distance," I said with a wink at the policeman.

"Okay, I'll do that," Officer Dundee said. "Just a few clarifying questions." He asked about why we were there and what had triggered the attack. The State had recently enacted a law concerning intimidation and gay bashing. It looked like this would fit into that new category. We tried to recount what we had seen, but the speed with which Tony had dispatched the knife-wielding thug was still a blur to both of us. Dave suggested that the officer should talk to the other Special Forces officer to get a better perspective on what Tony had done.

Officer Dundee closed his book in which he'd been scribbling a few notes. "Now then, Dave, Mike," he slyly smiled, "I'd like to ask you a few more personal questions which will not go into the record. They're more for my personal knowledge. Would you object?"

"Off the record? What do you think, Dave? I don't object. I always think we should take a chance to educate when we can," I pointed out.

"If it's off the record, I agree," Dave said warily.

"First off, call me Bill. And to put you more at ease, the guys at the station call me Robocop!" Officer Dundee admitted with a grin.

Dave and I both laughed. He was revealing himself to us in a very personal way. And Robocop was an easy tag to remember him by. He was indeed a very big man who looked like he could take care of himself every bit as good as the fictional policeman.

"That's priceless, Bill," Dave finally managed to say. "But, doesn't that bother you?

"Nope. I take it as a compliment."

"How can we help you in your education, assuming that is what you first were trying to say," I asked.

"These will probably get very personal. Stop me if I ask something that's none of my business or you're uncomfortable with," he said gravely.

"Shoot. What do you want to know?" Dave pressed.

"Let me be blunt. You're a couple of great looking, real men who seem so comfortable being gay? How do you do it?" he blurted out.

"You have to start with the premise that to know who you are, you have to be yourself," Dave started to answer.

"And a basic understanding of sexuality," I interrupted.

"I'm sure you're both right," Bill apologized. "I've had a certain stereotype in my mind for many years about gay men. For years, I thought they only wore dresses and tried desperately to be women. But in the last few years on the force, I've met more and more men like you. That forced a complete turn around in what I thought gay men looked and acted like. I'm still altering that image."

"Just what is it that you consider gay men to be like?" I asked.

"Now? I'm delighted to see they could be anyone," Bill slowly answered. "Like your friend Tony. Special Forces and all that. He can really take care of himself. Better than I ever will. Gay men aren't pansies. Sorry, wrong choice of words."

"No offense taken," Dave said graciously.

"Well, if I may be so blunt, just how do you guys make your relationship work? What roles do you assume?" Bill's questions seemed to genuinely drip with curiosity. Where was he headed with this line of questioning? He was surely looking us over each time he thought of another question. Our crotch areas being the focus of most of these scans.

"Rather than challenge the basis from which these questions come, let me answer them another way," Dave said circumspectly. "Mike and I have only been together for a couple of months. So I may not be the best one to answer this. But, I know Mike will jump in if I get too far off. First, our relationship is built on a genuine friendship, just like a traditionally successful marriage would be. And I know what I'm talking about. I was married for seven years and only today signed the final divorce papers."

Bill's eyes widened. "Really? You were married, to a woman!? I didn't think gay men had sex with women or got married."

"I could tell you stories about men who are still married and get it on with their gay boyfriends every weekend," I interrupted. "They stay married for all kinds of reasons. But the point is they are as gay as they can be, but can't deal with the social stigma of being gay. So they stay 'in the closet'. Being married to a woman is no criteria to determine who is and who isn't gay."

"Wow! I never thought of that," Officer Bill whistled.

"Now, as to role-playing and all that drivel," Dave said getting us back to the point, "Mike and I are not into role- playing. We do what seems to be the most appropriate thing at the moment. He's good at some things. I'm good at others. Household duties are split along those lines. I like to garden. Mike's not really into it. I'm worthless when it comes to laundry. Mike does it without a second thought. It's a sharing of responsibilities. Am I making any sense here?"

"Well, yes, you are," Bill said thoughtfully. "But how did you decide that you're gay and not just burned out on women or sex in general?"

I noticed that Bill was no longer being coy about his stares at our crotches. Dave had been fingering the tip of his cock underneath the hem of his cutoffs. It had started to grow and was showing almost all of the head. My cock started to grow, too, as I watched Dave's lengthen. It pulled my Speedos away from my abdomen, exposing a thin line of pubic hair over the top and the edge of my thickening rod inside the swimsuit.

"Interesting phrasing," I smiled, answering for Dave. "Bill, you have to understand at the outset that being gay isn't something that a man or woman selects. It's just the way they are. Like having green eyes or being left-handed. Lord knows with all the societal pressures to conform to heterosexuality, who in their right mind would 'choose' to be gay. Dave, what about burnout on women?"

"No such thing in my experience," Dave said. "I knew from the first time that I had sex with a woman that I felt like it was still lacking something. Sure, I got my rocks off, but it didn't feel complete. I couldn't figure out what it was until Mike and I talked about it, and he showed me the pleasures and completeness of sex between two men."

"Now," I said turning toward Bill and away from Dave's slowly crawling trouser snake, "as to the most important question that you've been dancing around, Bill, who does what to whom? Just how much do you want to know? We could be as graphic or as simple as you can tolerate."

"I'll let you know if you get too detailed for me," he said a little miffed. He was trying to show us what a man of the world he was and couldn't be embarrassed by any description of gay sex. "I've seen some gay sex on videotapes that were confiscated during a raid. So very little could surprise me. The case was, of course, thrown out." He paused as if trying to decide something.

"If I may be perfectly frank with you guys (and please never repeat this), I've played around a little on the side, just out of curiosity you understand. The first time I watched those tapes, I threw a real boner at the station. I wanted to watch more, so I took 'em home and went through them again, but with an even more pronounced reaction."

Dave and I looked at each other and smiled. Dave was no longer fingering his cock. His position had shifted so that he leaned back in the chair, thrusting his hips forward. This exposed his crotch mound to easier staring and allowed his cock to extend down his leg another two inches without it growing any more.

The effect on Bill was electric. He shifted in his chair and stared even harder at our crotches. His own dick was lengthening very nicely. He cleared his throat once, then again. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants legs, brushing one hand repeatedly over his lengthening maleness.

The sight of Dave's supercock got me going. My cock grew to nearly full size in seconds. My thick tube pushed my swimsuit farther away from my body, allowing my cock to show almost half of its underside. The only thing keeping it inside the suit was the ridge created by my swollen urethra on the under side of my fat cock. Even the head was trying to get out and "look around." Failing in that attempt, it decided to make its presence known by drooling precum into the suit, staining it with a wet spot that could easily be seen by Dave and especially by Bill.

"So, the point of all these, uh, revelations is this: am I queer?" Bill finally asked.

We were both shocked at the boldness of his question. We were nearly strangers to him, but he had confided one of his darkest secrets to us. This would take delicate handling.

"Let me try answering," Dave said looking at me. "I was in a similar position only two months ago. You've had the benefit of, shall we say, experimenting with real men to test out your desires that were brought to the surface by the videotapes."

Bill looked longingly at Dave's monster meat, glanced at the expanding wet spot in my swimsuit, and then returned his gaze to Dave's eyes. Dave continued, "In the first place, you may be confusing your sexual responses to the videotapes with a specific sexual response to a sexual act. I'm sure many men get a hard-on watching any sexual act. It could be as simple as that."

"I don't think so. I've been checking out other men since I was in my early teens," Bill admitted. "And, you remember, I've had sex with other men. It's been the anonymous type at the bookstores and rest areas on the freeway. I got my rocks off, but it didn't seem to be very satisfying to me."

"Well, this certainly looks like more than just adolescent curiosity," I observed. "Would you like to tell us what you liked and didn't like? Maybe we can help you sort it out."

"Okay. After the videotapes of these great-looking men getting it on, I was having fantasies about other officers and even people on the street," he said. "That was about a year ago. The first time I did it with another guy was at a rest area on I-5. The booths had a partition between them, but a good-sized hole had been drilled in the wall. The guy on the other side was beating off. I thought I'd watch. He stood up and shoved it through the hole. I didn't know what to do!" he finished with a laugh.

"So, what did you do?" Dave asked.

"I flashed back to the videotapes and licked the underside and then slid it into my mouth. It was hot to my mouth and real hard. It felt so natural to go down on the guy, and the precum was nice, too. Within a matter of seconds, he told me he was going to cum. I pulled off and helped beat him off, like they did in the videotape. He squirted all over my shirt! At least, I wasn't in uniform," Bill exclaimed.

"What did you do after that?" I pressed on.

"I did the same thing that he did. I was so hot that within a few seconds of pushing it through the hole, I was cumming. And the guy didn't take his mouth off of it. I didn't think about someone wanting to drink my cum. I only knew what was on the videotapes. Afterwards, I thought about drinking cum myself. I beat off and tasted my own. I then understood why the guy had sucked me dry. It was pretty good.

"I hit a couple more rest areas in the next few weeks and got similar offers. I finally had the courage to suck off another guy and it was good, too! After the sex, the guy talked to me a while and told me about a great bookstore he usually went to where you could get a couple of guys in the booth and really have a good time. I quickly wrote down the address. He told me that with my build, I could get any guy I wanted," the officer grinned.

"Did you follow through on the bookstores?" Dave smiled.

"With a vengeance! I knew I was taking one helluva chance. Those places used to get raided. But, the new mayor's son is gay and frequents those places. The word is out. We don't raid them anymore. It was pointless, anyway.

"Those were sure good times, but I was still feeling like there had to be more. However, I remembered the videos where several couples were fucking, and I often wondered what it was like. 'Was this the missing piece?' I'd ask myself.

"So, in the second or third month after I went to the first bookstore, some good-looking guy joined me in the booth. We both dropped our pants and he started to lick me all over. He even ate my ass. And that really got to me. I was moaning so loudly that I'm surprised we weren't thrown out.

"The guy had me bent over to get at my ass better. He finger- fucked me and got me really hot. Within a few more minutes of going crazy with the sensations, he was fucking me. I don't know where he got the lube, but he had some. I never felt so good in my life as when I was taking that big, black cock up my asshole. He was hitting every button I had. When he came in my ass, I shot all over the wall. Really sprayed it! I've been what you call a bottom ever since," Bill said looking first at Dave's cock and then at mine. Both were very much exposed and throbbing.

"And I can tell you're having a reaction to us tonight, too, aren't you?" Dave said matter-of-factly. "No need to be embarrassed. We both thought you were hot the first time we saw you last night," he continued, seeing Bill flush red.

"Pretty obvious, isn't it?" Bill answered sheepishly. "Watching both of you get hard-ons has really gotten my cock hard. I sure don't think that would be a normal reaction for a straight man. I'm not curious anymore. I'm hot for men! And I still don't know if I'm gay, bisexual, or horny. And, I'm worried about what impact it will have on my job performance. This isn't something you decide to do because it feels good!"

"That's exactly why we do it. It feels great!" Dave smiled.

"In the videotape, these guys were sucking cock and fucking butts," Bill said tentatively. "I've often wondered why it seemed so staged and anonymous. After the rest areas and bookstores, I'm still wondering. But when I see couples like you, I know there's something better.

"The one time that I thought I saw what I wanted was when the black guy on the tape started to fuck the white guy in the asshole! They seemed to really get into it, not just from a sexual standpoint (which was unbelievably wild!), but from a caring, almost loving one. At the same time I wondered, how could something that big fit in a place that small and provide pleasure to the guy getting fucked? And how could he get it in so far? I got such a hard-on watching it at home that I came in my pants! I've since rented and watched it several times just to enjoy the good feelings that it gave me, as well as the great sex," Bill said staring at Dave's throbbing cock.

"Which tape is it?" I asked. "We have quite a library here. Maybe we have it and can make a copy for you."

"That would be great! It's called 'Undercover Cop'. That's probably another reason I like it. The cop is the one getting fucked by this black guy with a huge dick. Like yours, Dave," Bill added blushing and trying not to stare at Dave's black python. "You guys fuck like that?"

"I remember the film very well. I love it, too. I can make a copy for you now," I offered rising. My cock fell out of my swimsuit and waved at Bill. "All this sex talk has my friend here hot to trot and plow a tight ass. Be back in a minute, after I set the VCR's up to record."

"Now about your earlier question," Dave paused as he watched my ass sway as I went into the house. "I'm not sure that it's important that you label yourself gay, bisexual, or curious. It isn't to me, anyway. I'm Dave Cary, first. If a person happens to know whom I like to fuck with in bed, then they just know more about me. Putting a label on it is of no consequence. After a while, you may decide that labeling is important, but when you're still exploring like you are, I think it's self-defeating.

"And as to your last question, you bet we fuck! We enjoy it a lot," Dave said. "It's one of our favorite sexual things to do with each other."

Bill was staring at Dave's almost fully erect cock with widening eyes. "You fuck Mike with that huge fucker, Dave?! Can he take all of it?"

"Yeah! And he loves it. And he fucks me with that beauty of his, too," Dave volunteered. "There are no sexual roles to be played between us. Whatever strikes our fancy at the time is what we decide to do."

"Damn! All this is so hard to believe," Bill said almost to himself. "I always thought there was role-playing. I'm so relieved to hear it doesn't have to be." Robocop paused for a moment, thinking. "You guys really think I'm desirable, uh, sexually?"

"Fuck, yes!" I said, returning from the living room. I had let the swimsuit fall to the floor in the house and was standing in front of Bill with my cock waving in his face, completely nude.

"Gawd! Yes!" Dave agreed.

"Would you like to fuck me? Both of you?" Bill asked softly.

"Sure, Bill!" I answered excitedly, trying to keep as much eagerness out of my voice as I could. I didn't want to scare him away, but wanted to be sure he understood that I wanted him.

Bill looked relieved. A big smile spread over his face.

"May I suggest that we all take a shower together to help break the ice. You've never been to bed with another man, have you, Bill? Just sex in a booth?" Dave wondered standing up. His thick, long cock sprang up away from his leg, reaching for the stars. With each pulse of his heart, it pushed more of the strained fabric back toward the root of his jerking prick. A pearl of precum glistened at the tip.

"No. Never have," Bill answered hoarsely, mesmerized by Dave's hard-on. "But, I've had a few big cocks in my ass, anyway."

Bill stared, fixated. He looked back and forth from me to Dave and back again. He was drinking in the sight of two massive dicks that were offered to his nearly virgin lips and ass. "Let's take a shower," I whispered.

Dave and I were both very close to him. He could smell the maleness of our crotches and breathed deeply with his eyes closed. When his eyes opened again, our cocks were within inches of his face. He carefully reached toward Dave's 11 inch monster. The tentativeness of Bill's actions moved Dave to push his distended member into Bill's quavering hand.

The hot, silky feel of Dave's organ startled Bill. But he didn't draw his hand away. He grasped the shaft with greater determination and curiosity. His hand traveled the full length of it, testing the sponginess of the head and the thick hardness of the shaft and root. Fingers tested the feel and slipperiness of Dave's precum which was now beginning to drip from the end of the swollen cockhead.

Having satisfied himself for the moment what Dave's big cock felt like, Bill confidently reached for my cock and gave it the same treatment. "Nice! Very nice!" he kept saying over and over as both hands moved up and down our respective cockshafts.

"We'd like to get to know you better, too, Bill," Dave finally broke the silence. "Let's take that shower now and find out more about each other."

Quickly, Bill agreed and stood. His crotch mound was extremely full. The shaft of his cock was bunched up on one side and what looked like leakage from his cock was staining the point where his cockhead was crammed into his underwear. His balls looked like they were a very big, slightly moving mass down one leg.

With both dicks still securely in his hands, Bill followed and was tugged along by them. We went upstairs into our bedroom. Dave entered first with Bill and I following. The sexual energy and heat in the room were boiling over. Dave unbuttoned the cutoff levis, struggling to get them down past his hard cock. When he finally succeeded, Bill whistled.

Being the only one still dressed, Bill quickly pulled off his shoes, socks and polo shirt. He moved slowly as he unzipped his walking shorts and tugged at them. They clung to his hard ass and mounded crotch. He pulled harder and they fell to the carpeted floor.

His briefs strained to contain the thick prize inside. His balls were obviously very large and his cock was lengthening now that it was no longer confined in the walking shorts. Bill's beautiful ass stretched the fabric across his melon-like buns.

With coyness or embarrassment, Bill slowly lowered his briefs. Pulling from the leg openings, he tugged them gradually lower. His cock shaft was exposed inch by inch. That glorious ass was finally showing a hairy crack and fuzzy buns.

He couldn't pull them any lower without bending over. They slid silently off his round ass, exposing muscled perfection. His cock was finally freed of the briefs material and sprang up striking his stomach. The shorts fell to the ground, exposing his hairy asshole.

Dave and I both whistled lowly. "What a body!" I murmured.

"Everything's perfect!" Dave complimented him. "What a fucking stud!"

"Both of you guys look even better with your clothes off," Bill praised us. "Shall we shower and get into some instructional sex?"

Without further conversation, but with continued staring at our bed partner for the evening, Dave turned on the shower as I got another towel. We all stepped in with Dave again in the lead. Three people in our bedroom shower was comfortable, but there was a good possibility of contact. That's what Dave and I were hoping for.

Bill stood under the water stream wondering what he was supposed to do. He looked from Dave to me and back. His cock jerked and waved at us. It was straight like mine, but was at a 45 degree angle from his stomach instead of the 90 degrees that mine always assumed. No small wonder that his cock hit his stomach with a smack when it was released from his briefs.

I reached for his cock and felt its heat and hardness. Bill winced at the contact to his dick. He closed his eyes. I squeezed the head to get some precum from it. I was rewarded by two large drops. One was washed away, but the other I tasted. Just as good as I thought it would be. I released Bill's cock as Dave moved toward him. It slapped up against Bill's stomach again like a spring-loaded toy.

Dave reached for it. "You can touch anything on either of us that you want to, Bill," Dave offered. "Stroke our cocks or asses. Feel our nipples, whatever you desire." As he spoke the last word, Dave went down on Bill's 9 inch erection. It looked just like mine, except for the way it pointed at the ceiling. Bill's eyes flew open and he looked down at what was happening to his cock.

"FUCK! That feels so damned good!" Bill moaned. "You've got me so hot, I'll cum too soon."

"If you want to hold off your climax, just let me know when you think you're getting too close. I'll try to pull you back from the brink," Dave offered.

I soaped his asshole. Bill jerked again at the sudden invasion, but he knew he would soon be fucked hard by two big cocks. This would be a ride on a muscular ass that was slimmer than Coach Chuck's, but just as beefy. As he jumped, his cock was buried deeper into Dave's throat.

"Damn! Did you ever hit my prostate, Mike!! That felt great," Bill said dreamily. His slow hip motion belied his anonymous sex experiences. He wanted to enjoy the blowjob that Dave was giving him, but wanted to make love, not just have sex. He wasn't sure what he should do to help.

"I touched your asshole with soap and inserted a finger to get your reaction," I said holding up the invader for his inspection, "It can be a very erogenous point on a man. It feels even better to have someone eat your hole with their tongue, but the best part is getting fucked. I guess you already know that."

"Damn, Dave," he said turning his attention back to the blowjob, "your cocksucking is fantastic. How'd you learn how?"

"Wanna try mine?" I offered as Dave continued working Bill's big whopper. "All you have to remember is to try to take it easy down your throat, but you already know that, too," I offered tentatively.

"Okay," Bill agreed without pause. He turned toward me, but not without dragging Dave with him. Dave wasn't letting this fat, cop cock out of his mouth yet. I moved closer to Bill, straddling Dave's broad back. Bill opened his mouth and took my cockhead and several inches of shaft inside before closing his lips over it.

"Careful not to take it too far back into your throat," I reminded him. He pulled away a few inches and moved back again. His cocksucking rhythm was very good, his suction and hot mouth were enough to get my balls to tighten up against the base of my prick. "Easy, Bill. Don't want to rush anything."

His moaning was becoming more pronounced. I was beginning to think that he was going to cum, but he didn't pull off my cock and warn Dave of an impending climax. A low growl emanated from his throat. His hips bucked more urgently into Dave's hot mouth. Bill WAS cumming!

My cock was being devoured by Bill's throat muscles as his climax overcame him. I pulled away slightly so he wouldn't choke. His hips moved rapidly against Dave's face and his hands were pulling Dave's head deeply into his crotch. I saw Dave's throat muscles contract in one swallow and then another. He was trying to swallow Bill's cock and his hot cum all at the same time.

Bill finally hit the end of his numerous waves of cum that shot into Dave's mouth. He backed his hips away from Dave, but left the cockhead between Dave's lips. Bill also moved away from my cock and straightened to speak.

"Shit! What a fucking climax!" Bill announced. "I've never cum that good before. And I've sucked many cocks, but this was different. After sucking on your cock, Mike, I can see why gay men like to do that, too. I always came best when being fucked, but now I know that going down on a guy while getting a good blowjob can make your climax even better."

Dave stood up wiping cum from his chin. "You wanna taste, Bill?" he said offering what he'd just wiped from his chin to Bill's lips. Bill closed his eyes and tentatively stuck out his tongue licking at Dave's fingers. It was almost like he was doing it for the first time. A smile spread across his face as he opened his eyes again.

"That's pretty good! I'm always surprised by that," he admitted with a smile. "Do you normally take a guy's cum in your mouth and swallow it, Dave?"

"If I have the guys dick in my mouth when he cums, I do," Dave replied. "But, that's hard to do when his dick is up my ass!"

Bill laughed. "Yeah, it would be."

"I sure hope you have good recovery, Bill," I said rubbing his muscular ass globes. "We still have a lot of action planned for the bed!"

Bill grinned and said, "I think I can get it up again with you hot guys. Both of you really turn me on! This is easily the best sex I've ever had."

We all grabbed our towels, but dried each other more than our own bodies. Bill wanted to explore us more, feeling our nipples, watching them harden and stand up, rubbing our dicks together and sampling the precum oozing from each of them.

We tried to be as accommodating as we could in his explorations. As he was rubbing his hand over our asses, we bent over when his hand dipped into our ass cracks, exposing our winking assholes. He especially liked the feel of them and how they tried to grab at his fingers.

But it was his ass that was going to be the focus of our next hour. And my cock and Dave's were both drooling in anticipation.

This was going to be fun making it with Robocop!

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