The usual disclaimers: Deal with it!
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 2--Settling In
The sun streamed through the sheer curtains of the bedroom window, letting in most of the light and gently awakening us. Dave rolled over onto his stomach and pushed his head under the pillow. I rolled out of bed and sat on the commode. His "babies" came out easily--and no wonder. His giant dick had spread me pretty wide last night.
I turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature and stepped in. The stinging needles of the hot water felt wonderful to my stretched ass muscles. As I rubbed soap all over me, Dave stirred. Through the clear shower door, I could see his massive form bend and straighten as he headed for the bathroom. Totally relaxed, his body was still sharply chiselled. As he moved, it rippled.
He grinned self-consciously at me. Covering his manhood with his hands (not very well, gratefully), he moved out of sight toward the commode to do his "morning business.". I shampooed my hair and rinsed. As the water was floating away the last of the excess conditioner, Dave opened the shower door and stepped in.
His hands firmly grabbed my ass as he kissed my neck. I was startled and let out a whoop! He laughed uproariously and grabbed my ass again. Two can play at this game, I thought. I reached behind me and got a handful of horse dick. It was getting hard and bigger as I held it.
"Don't you do anything but get that monster of yours hard and look for a place to put it?" I asked him.
"Don't you like it?" he smiled impishly. "You were certainly singing its praises last night!"
"I couldn't help it. That giant made a soprano out of me," I squeaked in my highest falsetto voice.
Moving in closer, he nuzzled my neck again and pointed that ebony weapon again at my love canal. He pushed gently and the soap on my asshole (and last night's plowing) granted easy penetration. With one hand, he turned off the shower; and with the other, he pushed my head down.
Completely bent over, I was impaled on his mighty phallus. He was cautious and loving about it, but his urgency was very apparent. My limp cock was no longer limp. I whipped the remaining suds into a heady lather. I could feel the coarseness of his pubic hairs press into my ass flesh. He was in all the way again and this time, his obsidian pole was hitting bottom. I winced and clamped down hard on his ravishing fucker.
His tempo changed and he knew that he had to be more gentle. The penetrations were not as deep, but the need to sow his seeds was still rushing him to another climax in my ass. All but the last three inches of his big whopper continued in their hurried seesaw motion in and out of my well-fucked butt. My own need to get off was pressing, but the constant, increasingly rapid friction against my prostate was getting me there too fast.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I straightened up and shouted something unintelligible as my dick convulsed. The head swelled and the one-eyed snake's eye dilated. Once more his baby maker raced into me, but this time all the way in. I was completely impaled on his throbbing spike as he lifted me off the tiled floor with his buried dick. Releasing my shooting cock, I grabbed behind me and hung on to his quivering ass, pulling him tightly into me for the finale. I could feel his cockhead swell inside me as he began to empty his nuts again. With each climax and squirt into me, his 11" pressed harder against my well-fucked opening.
We both emptied our churning nuts for the third time in less than a day. My cum splashed up against the wall and slowly coursed down the wall. Dave tugged at the shaft of my emptying rod and rammed in the last half inch to be sure that I got all of his cum as high up my ass as possible.
Spent, Dave lowered me back to the cum-spattered floor, milking the last drops of joy juice from my deflating cock. His fucking motions had almost stopped, but my ass muscles were still clenched around his pulsing, sensitive cockhead. The sensitivity was too much for him as I milked out the last drops. He pulled out in a hurry and laughed aloud.
"That tickles," he giggled. "Stop it!"
"Just wanted to be sure that I got it all," I teased him.
We smiled to each other. That damned grin of his had me hooked. What could I possibly do, now? I was falling for this guy and he was still trying to figure out who and what he was.
He turned on the shower again. After a final rinse off, we dried and dressed.
Decisions, Decisions
"I'm famished," he announced. "What've you got here that I could fix for breakfast?"
"The fridge has Canadian bacon and eggs, milk, and so forth. Why are you doing this? You're my guest. I should be doing all that good domestic stuff," I scolded him.
"Not so, Massa, Suh," he drawled in his best (or worst) servile slang. "I's just fixin' yo' some hominy and grits."
"You wouldn't dare!" I yelled at him. "After the way I 'treated' you last night?"
"That was awfully good," he remembered in a normal tone. "But, still, I insist on making breakfast. You sit back and enjoy the view and keep me company."
I couldn't say no to that. And the view was still breathtaking. Besides, he out-weighed and out-muscled me. It was also a way to see if the man I wanted to spend lots of my future with could cook and clean after himself. He acquitted himself quite well on both counts.
After the dishes had been cleared away and the dishwasher was running, he sat next to me on the sofa. That overpowering grin of his stole across his face. This guy wants to go upstairs and fuck again--like a kid with a new toy! And I'm not sure why I'm complaining.
"Look, Dave," I interrupted his reverie, "you gotta do something about the wife. Either you decide not to decide and let things ride as they are (and I doubt that Kay will allow that), or you face the situation square on. It isn't easy admitting that you like men after a lifetime of working the 'other side of the street'. Are you ready to face either of those positions, or do you have another solution?"
"Well, I really want to go make 'babies' with you again," he smiled wickedly at me again. "But, you're right," he admitted with a sigh. "That's only postponing the inevitable. What do you think I should do?"
"Not fair! You can't answer my question with your question. Besides, you have to decide. This isn't my life. I don't have to live with your decision, but you do. And in a big, BIG way." I was pressing him again. He did have to decide alone and it would be too easy for me to influence him with what I wanted him to do from my selfish perspective.
"Yeah, I suppose so. But, couldn't you help a little? How did you face the situation?" he asked.
"My situation was not yours," I dodged. "You have to do this solo. I can help only with the philosophical, not the specific."
He could see that I wasn't going to decide for him. This was a decision he couldn't avoid. He asked to use the phone.
Sensing that it was going to be a call to his wife, I quickly left the room. I returned upstairs to make the bed (or what was left of it after we had thrashed around most of the night). The room wasn't nearly the mess I thought it would be. Changing the bed was easy. I straightened the room, put away the lube and towels, and decided to start the laundry.
Doing the right separation of colors and fabrics that all good gay boys know how to do, I started the washer and grabbed the sheets we'd been fucking on. The overpowering scent of sex, and Dave's cologne on the sheets were wonderful. I could sure get used to having stud service around the house. My cock started to rise, again.
A wonderful, caring, gentle, big-dicked man was just what I wanted, but it would have to be with my eyes open as well as his. I wouldn't mind being tour guide if he decided that he'd like to try man-to-man sex for a while (or even longer).
My reflecting was interrupted by the sound of his heavy step on the staircase. I looked up to see his face clouded over with concern. "What's the verdict?" I asked holding my breath.
"No verdict, yet," he said sadly. "I'm going back to the house to talk all this out with Kay. It's the least I can do. I still don't know what I'll say. I still don't know what I want to do about fucking with men!"
He was visibly shaking. His confidence in who he was had been tested severely, and he was finding the answers didn't come as easily as before. Being gay had many drawbacks and the hetero world was comfortable and accepted.
"Wish I could give you all the right answers, but I'd be interfering in what you need to find out about yourself," I told him as I walked over and gave him a chaste hug. He hugged me back and pushed his bulging crotch against mine. I gently pushed him away before we spent another hour in bed fucking. "You know you have a friend here. I'll help you where I can, but you have to do this one by yourself."
"OK. I'll let you know what I decide. Whatever I decide," he said in bewilderment. "I'm so torn!" he cried out, more to himself than to me. "See ya later." He turned and walked away. I caught him at the door.
"Dave, I . . . ." I couldn't finish.
"Yeah." He paused and could see that he had to leave and resolve his dilemma. He opened the door and disappeared down the stairway. Starting his car, he left in a cloud of dust.
"Damn," I said under my breath. "He's so confused." I'd love to take advantage of that, but I can't and still look at myself, I thought.
Questions
The day passed slowly. The laundry chores were finished, the house tidied, and the dishes put away. I left the house for a couple of hours to grocery shop and think about what Dave and I could mean to each other. What the chances were of anything working out for us. By the time I reached the house, three hours had passed and the street lights were turning on.
The house was dark and empty. Living alone isn't all that great, I thought.
I put away the groceries, decided that I hadn't bought anything for dinner that I wanted to eat, and sank heavily onto the sofa. What a shitty day!
Television was my only companion that evening. I thought about going to the gym and decided against it. My heart wouldn't be in it. I called my best friend and we talked about Dave (without the details) and how he was impacting me. He advised me to let it ride for a few days. Good advice, but I knew I'd be preoccupied for days.
Sunday dawned bright and warm. I showered, shaved, ate breakfast, and went to the gym. After a hard workout, I drove home and found a message on my phone recorder. Dave had called! His voice was flat when he said we needed to talk. He gave me a number to call.
I was sure the news was bad for me, but good for him because he'd decided. With resignation, I called the number. It turned out to be his office.
"Hi, Handsome," I said cheerfully, putting on my bravest front. "How did the conversation with Kay go?"
"It was more of a confrontation than a conversation. She was livid that I'd spent the night away from the house. I told her I was with a male friend who put me up for the night. That toned her down, but still left much unsaid. I sat her down and told her that I had been going through some changes in my view of life. I wondered if there was anything worth saving in our relationship. She was stunned. We talked then in real terms, and we both concluded that a trial separation was probably best. I think it's being optimistic. I don't think there's a chance of saving the marriage," he finished.
"Now, I'm stunned," I said. "What does that mean for your future? Did you talk about us or gay sex?"
"No, but I think she suspects. This has been so fast, yet I feel like it's been a long time coming. And, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. There's a certain finality to it all. How did it feel when you had decided to separate from your wife?"
"Like the weight of the world had been lifted from me."
"And that's when you decided that you wanted to switch completely over to men?" he asked matter-of-factly.
"It was a few years ago, but to be honest, it wasn't a conscious decision to do anything. I just wanted to explore my sexuality and not be inhibited by societal constraints." I needed to get the conversation back to how he was dealing with the breakup and his self-discoveries. "So, what are you doing about the split and all the arrangements that you have to make about the house, possessions, etc.?"
"I haven't thought about it beyond packing a suitcase. I wanted it to be very clean and not stay another night there while we're going through this."
"Where are you staying tonight?" I asked hopefully.
He read it in my voice and teased me with, "Oh, I don't know. Probably stay at a motel for a couple of weeks until I get an apartment. Tonight, I'll sleep in the office, again."
"Not a chance," I countered. "You'll spend the night here, again. And to make it a no-pressure arrangement, you can take the second bedroom until you decide what more permanent arrangements you want to make," I said with finality.
"Do I have to? I was looking forward to another night in your bed, Slut!"
"Tramp!" I retorted. We both laughed at the exchange.
"When can you get here?"
"I really do have a few things that I need to finish here at the office before I can get there. How about an hour from now?"
"Great. I'll have dinner ready and we can discuss this further then. OK?"
"See ya in an hour, Stud," he cooed.
"I hope to prove that to you very soon. Bye."
I rushed around the kitchen looking for something to make for dinner. It was easier than I thought--barbecue the dinner. The gas grill was hot, wine was chilled, and the second bedroom was ready for my guest.
Dave was 10 minutes early, but we lingered over dinner. The sleeping arrangements were good-naturedly argued, and Dave prevailed (and I was delighted to lose). He slept with me again after hanging his clothes in the other room. The realization of what the past weekend meant was sinking into both of us as we tumbled into bed. A strange quiet hung over the room as we were individually occupied with thoughts of the future.
Shallow, rhythmic breathing told me that he had fallen asleep. Much as I wanted to "jump his bones," my ass probably couldn't have taken another pounding so soon. I set the alarm and fell almost instantly asleep.
The morning sun poured into the room. My biological clock knew that it was almost 6:30 and it woke me up moments before the clock radio turned on. Dave was still asleep, but was starting to stir. I reached over to him and touched his shoulder. His eyes sprang open and he looked over at me. Momentary puzzlement crossed his face and then he broke into a big grin.
"Mornin', Sugar, what time is it?" he asked sleepily.
"6:30," I whispered softly. "You can sleep a little longer. I have to be at the office by 7:30. Fix what you like for breakfast." Jumping out of bed, I staggered toward the shower-- still groggy from a heavy sleep. "OK if I call you at the office?" I added as I checked the temperature of the shower water.
"Sure. But, make it after 2 p.m. My calendar is full before then and you probably couldn't reach me."
"Fine," I shouted back at him as the noise of the shower drowned out his voice and my sleepiness. A fast shower recharged my batteries. I dressed quickly and was ready to leave by 7:00. I returned to the bedroom and caught Dave napping. I kissed him good-bye, but he pulled me into the bed and held me down long enough to feel his morning hard-on press against my leg.
"What a fucking pervert you've become," I teased him. "I really have to go. I'll call you after two." He released me and smiled that wicked, heart-melting, bedroom grin of his. I left before one of us got "pregnant" again.
The day raced past. I didn't have time to even think about a phone call before 3 p.m., but knew that I had to before I got sidetracked again. Pulling the number from my wallet, I dialed his office. A pleasant male voice answered and directed the call to Dave's phone.
"And who is that little number answering the central number?" I asked with mocking accusation in my voice.
"Oh, him? Some young guy you wouldn't like--tall, dark, handsome, great body, probably big dick. You wouldn't be interested."
"A week ago, I would have been slobbering to get to him. But, now, I have something much better," I responded, dishing it right back at him.
"And who might that be?" he asked, teasing me again.
"I'm talking to him right now, asshole!"
"Who, me?" he asked with mock innocence and some pride. "Don't be too hasty in writing off the receptionist. With my new 'gay eyes', I can see the guy is bedroom material." Dave was not to be outdone and was spooning the taunting in my direction now.
"Enough, already," I pleaded. "What time do you think you'll be home?"
"Home? That has a certain odd sound to it right now."
"Well, it's your new home until something better comes along, like that receptionist of yours."
"I surrender, already! How does 5:30 sound?"
"OK." I paused. "Anything in particular you'd like for dinner?"
"Besides another great fuck? How about, uh, Chef's choice?" he replied.
"Potluck, it is then. And maybe a special dessert just for you?"
"And what does that devious mind of yours have cooking for me now," Dave asked.
"Oh, a specialty of mine. And it isn't fattening, either."
"Sure thing!" he said mockingly.
He terminated the conversation by saying that his next appointment was waiting for him and he would be home at the agreed hour.
I was home by 4:45 and he was prompt at 5:30. We ate a light supper and conversed the rest of the evening about his living arrangements, possible divorce, and splitting up his household goods. I told him how my divorce went, but warned him that none of them are alike. By 10:00 p.m., we were ready for bed.
By the time he got into the bedroom from shedding his clothes in the other room, his dick was hard and waving menacingly in my direction. I pulled the covers back and welcomed him again to what had become our bed.
"By the way, where is that special dessert that you had promised this afternoon?" he asked as he slid in next to me.
"You're going to get it now. And because you have been so good, you'll get an extra helping."
Intrigued, he leaned back onto the mattress. "You may begin service now," he intoned in his best upper crust English.
The passion was building in both of us. Another sex-filled night awaited us. I wanted to be sure that it was as enjoyable for him as it had been for the last couple of nights. I stroked and nibbled at his muscularity from forehead to toes, making sure that I hadn't touched his ass or his dick. After only a couple of times with him, I knew they were his most erogenous zones.
He was on his stomach now. His ebony ass jutted upward (because his dick was so hard and his ass so muscular). I massaged it and worked some lube I had concealed at the side of the bed into his puckered, winking love chute. This was the time I was going to assert that I liked to fuck, too. But, I did have to be careful of his raped past.
First one finger and then two slid in easily. The other hand continued the massage of his firm buns. One finger ran across his prostate over and over. My dick was throbbing and leaking and he was moaning loudly.
"I want more, give me more," he pleaded.
I pushed my fingers deeper and hit his prostate with both fingers repeatedly. His ass was rising to meet each thrust of my fingers into his relaxed sphincter. He was ready.
Rising over him and straddling his ass mounds, I rubbed the head of my swollen love machine across the quivering opening. He pushed back against it.
"Dave," I crooned. "Just relax. You're going to enjoy this for the first time in your life. Just relax. Let me know if it's too much for you and we can stop anytime."
He tightened his hole, but didn't resist the rubbing. Slowly relaxing again, he was trying very hard to be accommodating. I pushed down on my shaft and it slid into his ass with almost all of the head disappearing. He clenched again, but released the pressure. I slid in another inch and the rest of the head vanished up his ass.
"You're so fucking big," he moaned. "My mouth stretches over the head better than my ass does. Gimme a second to get used to your big cock."
"Sure, Babe. Let me know when you want more." I leaned over him and kissed the nape of his neck. The rest of my body pressed onto his back, but my butt was in the air, trying to keep my cock from ramming into him. It was throbbing and aching for release.
Dave's muscle ring finally relaxed. I raised on to my hands again and moved my cock in a circle to help relax him and make the hole bigger for the rest of the shaft. He pushed back into me and another two inches raced in. I let the rest of my hard throbber slowly sink into him. When my crotch hair finally touched his ass, I rested and he breathed a heavy sigh.
"Damn!" he exclaimed. "I had no idea it could be this good, or I could take a cock as big as yours." I started slowly to thrust in and out, withdrawing about half of my granite log and sliding it in again. "Shit, Mike, that feels great. You're hitting something inside me that makes my cock jerk hard each time you hit it!"
"It's your prostate, and I'm going to continue to massage it like this until you blow your nuts." I still didn't have it all the way in. His ass was so muscular that the last two inches were still not buried inside him. "You want the rest of my love maker?"
"I don't have it all yet!?" he asked incredulously. "Hell, yes, I want it ALL!"
I pulled out until only the head was still wedged inside him. Slowly, my steely shaft sunk into him. As I hit the previous depth, I pushed harder and pulled his ass cheeks apart. Finally, the feel of his pulsating asshole against the root of my dick convinced both of us that I was in all the way.
"Fuck! What a cock!"
"And you, Sir, have the tightest ass in captivity. You'll make me cum in a matter of seconds if you don't stop milking my cock with your ass muscles!"
I was VERY close. His ass was sweet and very tight. The combination of the friction of plunging in and out of his well- muscled chute and the crazy way he had of working those same muscles was going to create a major tidal wave of cum up his ass.
"Let's try another position," he suggested. "I want to see your face when you cum, and feel your cock all the way in me. How about face to face?"
I pulled out to the head again, flipped one of his legs over my head, and pulled both of his legs up to my shoulders where they rested. "How's this?" I purred.
He grinned and closed his eyes to drink in the sensation. His rock-hard horse dick was waving above his stomach. I leaned over and found that I could suck on his dick as I fucked him. I couldn't drive all the way in while my mouth massaged his dick, but I couldn't get all of his dick down my throat anyway.
The rhythm was perfect. I slid into him and pulled off his cock, went down on him and pulled out.
But, it was not to last. The rhythm picked up speed and the breathing got ragged and sharp.
"MIKE!! Fuck my ass!! Give it all to me! Fuck me hard! Yeah!"
I pulled off the blow job and rammed deep into his milking tunnel again and again. He was bucking up onto my cock, trying to impale himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. The friction and the sight of that muscular hunk getting fucked on my dick was too much. The point of no return had been reached.
"Oh, Gawd, Dave!" I yelled. "I can't hold off. I gotta cum in your ass now! Take my spunk!!"
He was flailing on his own engorged fuckpole with one hand and holding onto my ass to propel me deeper into him with the other.
As my first volley rocketed out of my nuts and up my cum shooter into his convulsing ass, I grabbed his hand away from his dick. The blind snake-eye dilated. He was cumming!
I quickly bent over him again and took his first squirt of cum on the chin. The second landed squarely in my mouth, as did the third and fourth. Still tasted great!
My dick was completely emptied of all its contents. Dave's was still dribbling a heavy flow. He always did cum more than me. And after the shooting climaxes, a heavy flow of cum would seep out of his ebony love pole. I released my grip on his softening butt hammer and started to withdraw slowly from his well-fucked, but still gripping ass.
"NO! Don't leave yet. I want you to stay for a while in my ass. It feels so good. Please?" he begged.
"Sure, Honey," I said. "Whatever pleases you. My dick stays hard for a while and some guys find that uncomfortable after they cum. How about if we lay on our sides so your legs can relax?"
"OK," he agreed as he rolled onto his side and brought me crashing down next to him (but still impaled on my cock). "I had no idea that it could be so good. I could tell when I was fucking you that I wasn't the only one having a good time. I had no idea it was like this. How come it feels so different with you and it hurt so much with that asshole in Nebraska?"
"Depends on how big his dick was, lube, preparation, and maybe a little love?" I dared to venture.
He smiled, but was quiet. He had to think on that. He smiled again and squirmed down onto my cock a little more. It was softening some and he still wanted to keep that full feeling. The cum on my chin attracted his attention, so he moved over closer and licked it off. That motion slid my dick out his ass. He closed his eyes and remembered the feeling of only a few moments before.
"Sex with you is so great," he lauded. "Even straight sex isn't this good."
"I was hoping you'd think that. Glad it was with me."
We untangled our legs and wiped up the last of the lube and spilled cum. Dave drew close to me again and kissed me full on the lips. "Thanks, Sugar. You're the best!"
"You don't know that, yet," I replied. "But, the kind words are appreciated."
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"What is it like being gay? Do you have a group of friends that you have sex with all the time? Orgies?"
"You've been reading too much of that fundamentalist shit. I have lots of friends and many of them are gay. I feel like I can say and do as I please around them. I don't have to be careful of what I say or who I look or whistle at. Why? Do you want to meet some of them?"
"Could I? I promise not to embarrass you." He was like a kid with a new toy again.
"You couldn't embarrass me. Not with these friends. How about if I call a couple that I know for dinner, say Friday evening? Maybe you should see what a real gay couple is like and how they relate to others. The ones I have in mind would be a great couple for you to meet and get a real feel for what gay coupling is all about."
"Good!" he exclaimed. "I can hardly wait. This is all so new to me and I want to know about all of it."
"OK, Prince Charming. Give it a rest. I haven't invited them yet, nor have they accepted. If it works out, what would you like to do about a menu for the dinner?" I asked pointedly.
"I could do spareribs on the barbecue. How about that?"
"Consider yourself the chef du jour, IF we have dinner guests," I replied. "We can do the shopping and preparation Thursday. Now, get some sleep, Romeo."
He was all smiles and giddiness. "Mike, thanks again for putting me up for a while. And for being so gentle and caring. You don't know how much this means to me."
"That's what friends are for. And I'm getting a lot out of this too, ya know. You easily have the biggest dick I ever sat on ('but I'm not a size queen,' I smiled), your body is sensational, you're fun to be with and talk to, and your ass is tight. What more could a queer want?"
He laughed uncontrollably at that. "You have such a way with boiling it all down to the essentials. That's what I love about you."
Well, he had said "love" in a context referring to me. That was enough to make my week. And what a week. I fucked him hard Tuesday in the shower, he fucked me over the end of the bed Wednesday (what an enormous dick he has from that angle!), and we made love Thursday night with both of us getting fucked by the other.
The Dinner Guests
By Friday, Dave was bubbling over. He was very excited and a little apprehensive about meeting my friends. What did they think about black men, what did they look like, how long had they been together, did they "fuck around," would they like him, what about dinner, what should I wear? The questions were endless.
But, Friday did arrive.
I had invited a gay couple that I had known for about 3 years, and they did "fuck around." That's how I got to know them. They went to the same gym as Dave and I, but I wanted to save that part as a surprise for Friday night. Dave would lose his cool over that. We had talked about who was or could be gay at the gym during the week and their names had never come up.
Finally, the appointed hour arrived. Dave was on the deck, tending to the barbecue grill, when the doorbell rang. I greeted John and Peter, and brought them through the house to the patio and barbecue grill in the back yard. Dave looked up as we came through the back door into the yard.
The look on his face was worth a thousand words. He was thunderstruck! I made the introductions. John and Peter were very friendly and Dave was tongue-tied. Finally, he blurted out, "I had no idea you guys were lovers, or even queers for that matter."
John and Peter laughed heartily. Dave's innocence and charm showed through even when he was indelicate. His walking shorts revealed his muscular thighs, gorgeous ass, and a pronounced bulge in the front. His t-shirt was an extra large, but his muscles still rippled and his square pecs and erect nipples were evident.
"We love to fool the world about us," John laughed as he looked Dave over again like he (instead of the spareribs) were the main course. "Thanks."
John was Italian and dark, built like a brick bodybuilder. He was about 5'10" and weighed about 200. Peter was Swedish and blonde, an inch taller with a swimmer's tight body. They were both in their early 30's and real, cream-your-jeans hunks. Dave didn't miss a syllable of the conversation. He generally kept quiet and listened.
John and Peter were both taken by him. They individually let me know how much of a stud they thought he was the moment Dave went back into the house to retrieve the spareribs. "How did you ever get him into bed? I had no idea that he was gay. What is he like in bed?"
I told them as much as I could without revealing too much about his "physical" attributes. Dave reappeared with that dazzling smile and the spareribs and sauce.
Dinner was a smash hit. Presentation, flavors, colors, after- dinner cognac, the works. Dave really outdid himself. Everyone helped. We all liked being near him. With dinner over and the dishes done, we sat out on the patio under the stars and talked.
I got the conversation around to coming out and suggested Dave might like to hear about the experience from someone besides me. It also would give him a chance to hear someone else answer his many "gay world" questions.
John and Peter were happy to talk about themselves, their relationship, and their hopes for their future. The evening had been a big success by the time they bid us good night at midnight.
"Well," I asked, "what did you think of your first real gay couple?"
"I was blown away to find out who it was," he grinned. "I guess you could tell. Their bodies and faces are so wonderful, it was hard to think of them in terms of anything that wasn't sexual. But, after I got to talk with them for a while, I found out there was more than their sexual sides. I liked them even more. Have you ever slept with either of them?"
"And if I have?"
"Just wondered what they were like in bed," he replied mysteriously. "Just wondered."
"You want to make it with them? They do have an open relationship, but will only go to bed with another man when the other one is present. Interested?"
"Mike, I don't want to ruin anything that we have or could have by whoring around. Sure, I want to get it on with them. They're real studs and would be fun in bed, I'll bet. But, I don't want to screw us over." He paused. I didn't say anything. "Besides, I already have one busted marriage. I'm not looking to wreck another one before it even gets a chance to work."
"If you're talking about us," I said cautiously, "and about a gay relationship between us, we have a lot to discuss."
"It's only been a week of the best sex and friendship I have ever had. But, it's been unbelievably quick about how I've grown to more than like you, Mike. I'm surely infatuated with you (especially the sexual side). We have much in common in business, share the same life perspective, and get along well as friends. I think I'd like to try to be more than that. I'd like to try for what John and Peter have."
"They've been together for five years. They're very comfortable with each other and trust one another completely, because of those years. With that in mind, I know that I'd like to try for a more complete relationship between us. The word 'lovers' scares me when I'm included as one of the partners. Being burned in a lover relationship two years ago has me still gun shy. Do you think you can put up with me?"
"Fuck, yes, White Bread! I know it looks like I'm running fast to get away from my marriage, but I want this more than anything else I've ever done."
"Alright," I said solemnly. "Let's go to bed and prove it."
We raced up the staircase, tore off our clothes, and jumped into the shower. Both of us were clean-body freaks and greatly over-sexed, so we took a shower and started our lovemaking there.
Dave went down on me before I could pick up the soap. I put my hands behind his head and pushed my leaking dick deeply down his throat. He didn't gag like he usually did. He took it all, but only for a few seconds. He came up winded, but smiling. My raging cock slapped him on the chin.
"I didn't think I could ever do it!" he said proudly.
"I wasn't fully hard," I replied petulantly. I was, but didn't want him to think he had mastered it that easily. There was still the probability that I would never be able to deep-throat that 11" monster of his. I still hoped that we could be equal in at least one way.
Dave cut off the shower and we dried quickly. His big dick persistently hit my ass cheeks and left "pecker tracks." His oozing precum marked me each time I turned and brushed against him. He was in bed first, making a sizeable tent with his fuckpole.
I turned off the light, lubed up my ass and straddled his torso. It was easy to tell what he wanted to do for sex, and I was only too willing after seeing Peter and John again. John had a giant dick, too. Not as big as Dave's, of course, but bigger than mine.
He had me impaled in a matter of seconds clear down to the pubes as he gently rubbed my bouncing cock. The sexual pressure and pleasure were mounting rapidly as his manhood ground into me again and again. Each thrust hit my magic button and my cum shooter rolled out another pearl of lubricating precum for him to lick from his fingers.
The penetration up my ass was complete. His cockhead was wedged in as tightly as possible. I could feel it squish and expand again with each pounding thrust.
His jerking of my dick became more urgent as did his rhythmic "in and out" of my convulsing love tunnel. It was only a matter of seconds now. My prostate was shrieking with desire as it was pummeled by his fuck tube. My dickhead swelled in Dave's hand and the piss hole dilated, ready to spew forth its load of sperm.
Eruptions started with a weak dribble from my spasming trouser snake. Dave leaned forward to lick the end of my penis. The second one was much stronger and hit the back of his throat like a rocket. I could hear the splat of the cum-shot echo through his oral cavity. The next one landed on his arched tongue, but the remaining volleys disappeared in his mouth as his lips closed over my mushroom cockhead.
As I was finishing my last urgent thrust between his lips, he pulled me down hard by the waist and arched his back to bury his monstrous rod the full 11" into me. I felt a shot of cum hit a sensitive point inside, but only one. His mouth opened to a silent scream as he rammed his ass banger into me again. His thrashing around and hurried, repeated humps into me concealed any other cum shots that I might have felt. The base of his cock was wider than the shaft, and my sphincter had been spread to its widest point.
His arch heightened for a deeper deposit of his sperm. His hands fell from my waist and spread my ass cheeks to allow for the best penetration. I had it all and some of his pubes. How is it possible to take all that horse dick? I decided it had to be the week's worth of practice of which I had been the lucky recipient.
This was pure fucking. It was the best I had ever experienced, but I still preferred to fuck his tight ass. Before the night was over, I got my chance to screw that narrow channel again and deposit my sperm this time as high as possible up his hole.
It was as good as the first time, and we both made considerable monosyllable noises as we came that second time. He got it "doggie style" this time and seemed to prefer it the most of the positions we had tried so far. I knew it was my favorite. It kept me from coming too soon, it kept my "middle leg" extremely hard for the deep penetrations that I liked, and (most importantly for both of us), it gave me the greatest penetration and ease of access to his prostate.
Curious how that seemed to work for us. My 9" cock is extremely thick and straight, so the best times are when I point it down into his prostate from the "doggie" position. His 11" thicker dick has a pronounced upward bend to it, so my most intense sensations while getting fucked by him are on my back. That upward curve of his monster meat rubs my tingling prostate with his super- sensitive, massive dickhead. It does get us both off quickly, but the intense sensations make the quick trip most gratifying.
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