Black and White

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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 25--Steve's Sons

After breakfast, Brad called. He and Steve had spent the night together in Brad's hotel room. Steve had just left and Brad was eager to discuss his newest partner.

"Damn! The man's insatiable! And he's SO gorgeous! What a hunk. I'd sure like to get to know him a lot better." Brad rattled on for several minutes about Steve's many qualities. He was falling hard for this "daddy" in less than a day.

"It was easy to see that you two were getting along fine last night. He sure does like cock up his butt," Dave said making an obvious observation that everyone laughed at.

"Yeah!" Brad fairly exploded. "He loves to get fucked. I was pounding his asshole most of the night. I finally got him to fuck me this morning. DAMN! The man is a natural top. He's so gentle, incredibly patient, and fucks you until you are ready to cum. I think he could even cum on cue!"

"Mike told me that you had to postpone the old casting couch for another week," Dave mentioned changing the subject slightly. "What gives?"

"Oh, nothing special. Just a scheduling problem with some equipment. Besides, we could use the extra advertising time. Uh, hold a moment, guys. I have another call coming in. Could I put you on hold for a second?"

We agree, and the line went dead for a few moments. While waiting, we talked about what great matchmakers we seem to be, then about what we needed to do the rest of today before Brad came back on the line. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Steve was calling. He's really got the hots for me about as much as I do for him. He wants me to come over this evening for dinner to meet a couple of his kids. Seems to be rushing it a little, don't you think?"

"Are you trying to tell us that you wouldn't 'marry' the man at the drop of a hat? Methinks he doth protest too much!" I laughed.

"Come on, Brad," Dave chimed in. "You said it yourself. You really like his type a lot. And he's everything you ever could want in a man. If I didn't already have Mike, I'd give the guy a shot at a relationship. I think he's quite a catch."

Brad laughed. "He sure makes me happy when I'm with him, even when it isn't sex. And all this after only one night together."

"Mike and I weren't a whole lot different," Dave admitted smiling at me.

"Oops. We have a call coming in, now," I interrupted.

"Okay. Talk to you guys later, then. Thanks for the encouragement," Brad snickered hanging up.

Dave clicked the receiver and another caller came on the line. "Hi, this is Steve. I wanted to thank you guys for introducing me to some great sex with you last night. And your addition of Brad was inspired. How'd you know I'd wanna fuck with him, too."

"Steve," I sighed, "you have 'obvious' stenciled across your forehead. After that session at the gym, Dave and I knew you'd be more than eager to fuck with the legendary Brad Hydewood!"

"And," Dave added, jokingly, "Brad just talked to us. He said you shared a bed for the night, you harlot!"

"Guilty!" Steve readily admitted laughing. "The man turns me inside out. He's such a stud and can fuck for hours. Besides, he's also a warm, wonderful man. I've invited him over for dinner tonight, and was hoping that you could join us as well, if you don't already have plans."

"Are you sure we won't be imposing on your time with Brad?" Dave asked solicitously.

"Naw," Steve responded. "The two youngest boys will be here, so there won't be anything sexual going on between us, anyway. Besides, I'd like you guys to meet those two sons of mine, and get your opinion about them. I think they're both gay, too, like their old man. The oldest boy and girl are married and out of state, so you can concentrate your gaydar on the two younger ones tonight."

"How old are these kids of yours, anyway," I asked.

"Let's see. Jim and Jeff are 19 and 18. They're the ones you'll meet tonight. The married son, Joe is 22 and Christine is 24."

"They're hot studs if they're anything like their dad," Dave laughed lustily.

"I can't think of them as anything other than my boys no matter what you may think. Just something a father does when he has memories of them as little kids. So, how 'bout it, guys? Dinner tonight?"

"I don't think we have other plans, do we Mike," Dave queried.

"Just dinner with Steve and his family. And, Steve, just how do you plan on introducing us to the family?"

"Oh, they're used to good ol' dad dragging home business friends for dinner. No great shakes."

"Okay, then. You have a date," Dave agreed for us.

"Wonderful! See you about seven, then?" Steve asked.

"Sure. Can we bring anything? Wine, perhaps?" Dave asked.

"Fine. Something white I should think. It'll be chicken and something, probably," Steve answered.

The conversation ended after Steve told us to dress very casually. At his house, men generally wore shorts or cutoffs. I could almost see the gleam in Dave's eye from the other room.

Later, while I mowed the lawn, Dave fussed with the flower beds. His light ebony skin glistened with sweat in the warm afternoon sun. His shirtless torso rippled with each movement as he tore out weeds and sprayed for insects that were chewing on some of his favorite flowers. Each time I emptied the lawn catcher bag, I'd step over to him and grope his ample crotch. It always made him flinch and he pushed me away. Finally, in exasperation, he timed a hard-on just right. The last pass in the back yard near him resulted in a grope of more than his crotch. I got a triple handful of hot, stiff cock sticking out of the left leg of his ragged cutoffs. I sank to my knees and took the head and several inches of the salty shaft into my eager mouth.

He instantly pushed me away in embarrassment. It popped out of my mouth with a loud report and bounced up, fully parallel with the ground. His immense 11" stood out proudly and jerking for all to see. This was almost as good as me sucking on it.

He quickly adjusted his stiff cock back into his cutoffs. "SHIT!" he exclaimed. "The neighbors can easily see what we're doin'. Cut it OUT!" he demanded in a stage whisper as I grabbed and connected with the dripping head.

"But, Honey," I whined, "don't you like my mouth on your big dick?"

"Of course, I do," he agreed with a grin. "But, not here! What if the neighbors see us?" he added sternly.

"Oh, fuck the neighbors," I grinned and stood up. My own hard-on was showing through my cutoffs. I backed into him and bent over, grinding my hard, round ass into his throbber.

"Shit, Mike! Cut it out," he laughed. More belligerently, he added, "If you wanna get fucked again, just say so. But, not here in the middle of the back yard; upstairs where I can really get you to spread!"

"Promises, promises," I teased. "Besides, I'm not the one with an 11" fuckpole bouncing around for the world to see. I was just trying to hide it for you.... Up my ass."

"Liar!" he giddily rejoined. "You're lookin' to get fucked or are you just playing around?"

"Well, if it were up my asshole, wouldn't that be hiding it, sorta?" I asked with a devilish grin. "If we weren't going to dinner at Steve's, I'd take you upstairs right now and fuck your lights out," I replied.

"Why wait 'til then? It's just dinner and a radar sweep of two of his sons. Seems pretty innocent to me. Besides, you got this thing angry now, and it wants to complete its breeding mission."

"Well, the naked truth is that my butt couldn't stand another fuck right now. I just love messing with your mind," I giggled, "and your COCK!" I added as I grabbed it again, but then ran for the house immediately. Copping another feel was one thing, but staying around after that exchange would cost me another hot fuck and my butt was still sore.

I caught him so off guard that he moved to avoid my grasp and almost tipped over backwards. Before he could recover his balance and sprint after me (a race which he would probably easily win), I was through the patio door and heading for a locking bathroom door. Dave's recovery was faster than I thought, but not fast enough to catch me before I got inside and locked the door. Whew! Got away, again. But, I knew I'd pay dearly, later.

A few moments later, I heard the shower running upstairs. We'd done enough yard work for one day. Time to clean up and get ready for dinner at Steve's. I unlocked the downstairs bathroom door, put away the garden tools and lawnmower, and walked upstairs to take my shower, too.

Dave was only running the shower, he wasn't in it. The moment I stepped into the master bedroom, I knew I was in deep trouble. His hands were like a vise around my arms and his dick was still stiff.

"Now, Fucker," he hissed, "you're gonna get in that shower and eat my ass. Then, you're gonna fuck me so hard, that your cum will shoot out my nose. Now, MOVE!"

Only too happy to oblige, I swiftly obeyed. I soaped his hole, rinsed it, and ate it. His moans ricocheted around the shower stall. He backed on to my cock and sank all the way to the balls. He was in need of being bred as much as I was earlier this morning.

We fucked leisurely. Almost every position was used. The final drive to climax was on the shower floor with Dave's legs over my shoulders, his hands working my hairy pex, and his cock in my mouth as I drove my hard 9" deeply and repeatedly up his randy hole.

His climax overwhelmed him sooner than I thought it would. Evidently, my oral ministrations worked too well. I was flooded with is hot, creamy cum before my dick was even close to firing. I didn't let that hold me back, though. Continuing my sawing motions into his asshole, I made sure that I was burying my dick as deeply as it would go with each thrust.

As his body spasms waned and his breathing returned to normal, I renewed my assault on his hot butthole. He wanted my cum in him and I was more than willing to get there. With his talented ass milking me again, in no more than another minute, I was shooting high into his lower intestine as much cum as my boiling nuts could find. It felt like I was cumming from my toes, again. What a great fuck, my ebony god was.

Spent and happy, we finished our showers, selected a wine, chilled it, and adjourned to the living room for a little television before going over to Steve's. The time passed swiftly. Dave called to get directions (something we had all failed to mention our need for) and drove over, arriving a few minutes before 7. We noticed immediately that Brad's company van was in the driveway.

Steve greeted us at the door with Brad. Both men were in running shorts and t-shirts. Steve looked like he'd recently had his legs over his head with Brad's dick up his "daddy" butt. Both men smelled of recent sex. Dave and I smiled knowingly to each other as Steve said, "The boys should be in the back yard. Let's go meet them."

One was dark like his father, with a full head of black hair, and a slim build. He stood about 6" tall. The other son was gorgeous with a lighter coloring, blonde hair, 6'5", and built like a bodybuilder. We were to find out the shorter one was Jeff, age 18, and the tall bodybuilder was Jim, age 19.

Standing on the rear deck, Steve introduced everyone. Both of the young men approached, hands extended in greetings. However, Dave noticed immediately that they both looked at our crotches and especially at Brad's and Dave's. Those two men always displayed their "wares" proudly, and Brad's hung long and thick (especially showing in what he was wearing). Dave had put on shorts that were sweatpants material, cut boxer style, and obscenely tight. His flaccid, thick 5" prick languished heavily down his left leg. Brad wore running shorts, but his basket is so big that the large bulge was only emphasized by the material. Jeff wore cutoffs which must have been very old. They were very tight and extremely worn. His ass and crotch showed much potential. His tight muscles were more like a swimmer's body, apparently hairless, too.

But, Jim was incredible. He was wearing a terry wrap that was too short to hide the bottoms of his gorgeous ass cheeks or the big lump in the front. His body was chiseled with fine muscles and obvious training from deliberate workouts to get it that way. His pex were square, full, and hairy. His abs awesomely cut and furry. Neither boy wore shirts or shoes.

I got good eye contact with both of the boys, and glanced at Dave for confirmation. He shot me a quick smile to confirm my gaydar and resumed his conversation with Jeff. Steve mentioned that Jeff, the younger boy wanted to be an attorney, and Jim wanted to be a CPA. The gravitation was instantaneous as soon as they found out that Dave and I were already working in those professions.

Steve poured us all drinks of our choosing. The boys had sodas, and Dave and I had wine. Brad and Steve already had drinks in tumblers they were working on. It wasn't long after the introductions were made that we had three conversations going at the same time. Jim and I were talking about accounting in general, Jeff and Dave were conversing about passing the Bar exam, and Brad and Steve were discussing something in very low tones.

Within fifteen minutes, the conversation I was having with Jim shifted to cars and the old Cadillac his dad had restored. I showed considerable interest (as it was a hobby of mine, possessing a 1957 Continental Mark II), so Jim offered to show me the car. We excused ourselves from the group and went into the garage through the house. I was mesmerized by that beautiful ass swaying in front of me as we walked to the garage.

The car was a beauty. I guessed it to be a 1955 Cadillac Eldorado. He said it was a '56. I took him at his word. It was in great shape, even the upholstery looked original and not very worn. He explained that the original owner had put plastic covers over the seats for years. Jim opened the driver's door and moved aside for me to look more closely at the interior and dashboard. I bent over and stuck my head inside and marveled at the spaciousness and great care which had been taken of it. Jim pointed out certain features over my back. He moved closer.

"Finger smudges on the chrome," he muttered as he removed his terry wrap and wiped it over the offending surface on the window molding.

I stole a side-glance at his exposed crotch. The muscles rippled clear down to the elastic band supporting a "crotch sock" which stretched over his jewels and thick cock. The elastic band had no straps to support the sock from the rear. If he got a hard-on, his dick would pull the sock off his balls, unless that material stretched more than it looked like it could. But, his marble butt was completely uncovered, except for a downy scattering of light blonde fuzz.

He moved behind me to give me a better chance to see inside the car. His crotch moved suggestively against my ass as he also bent over and pushed the electric window button. Was he trying to send me a message? His dick was certainly interested in communicating with my butt. I could feel something massive in his crotch area, and I didn't think it was pocket change.

I moved a little to disconnect us, but Jim moved with me.

"Get in," he suggested. "It feels better from the driver's seat than from the outside." He pushed me forward with his hips (more than suggestively). The unmistakable feel of hard cock pressed into my ass crack as I fell forward. Grabbing the steering wheel of the car (although I momentarily thought of grabbing his cock), I tried to be more graceful about entering the car than falling in.

Jim swung the door wide and moved closer to where I was sitting. His crotch was about shoulder level and bulging. I glanced down at it to be sure it was what I'd felt earlier. I could even see it throbbing under the material of his "sock". It didn't hide a thing; his dick was cut from the looks of the big head that was silhouetted. A drop of precum moistened the tip. His balls were drawing up to the base of his dick.

"Notice the speedometer goes to 130. This thing will even go that fast," he remarked.

"Yeah, I'll bet this thing really rolls when it gets going," I said not taking my eyes off his twitching crotch.

"Wanna see the engine?" he asked.

"Sure."

Jim straightened up and his nearly hard dick jumped. The motion ripped the fabric away from his nuts, letting his big cock pull the "sock" up with it. His dick was so big that the "sock" only covered the top of his dick and the head. The bottom of his prick was clearly visible.

Embarrassed, he pushed his dick down and pulled his nuts back into the "sock". With a red face, he nearly ran to the front of the car, asked me to pull the hood latch under the dash, and lifted the hood. I moved out of the car and stood next to him. My hand grazed his exposed thigh. He didn't flinch.

"Mind if I ask you a very personal question?" he asked with his face still inside the car and very close to my ear.

"Uh, not at all. If I can ask you one, too, Jim," I replied.

"Fair enough. Uh, I noticed that you and Dave came in the same car. Dad said he met you guys at the gym. You two live together?"

"Yeah."

"Lovers?"

"Uh huh," I admitted. "That's a pretty intuitive question for a young man." I turned my head and he stood up. His pulsating crotch was practically in my face.

I paused, staring at his crotch again. "My question now," I said directly at his throbbing meat. "I have to assume from your question (and your dick) that you aren't bashful about this issue. Uh, are you gay, Jim?" I blurted out as I stood next to him. My hand grazed across his crotch and felt his hard cock. The "sock" jumped at my touch, pulling away from his balls. The steely tube soared upward again, showing me more of his dick.

"Well, uh, yeah. Pretty obvious, isn't it?" he asked with a smile.

"When a guy gooses me with his almost hard dick in my butt and then practically shoves it in my face, I can be pretty quick in drawing a conclusion. And it sure feels nice," I added as I pulled the "sock" away from his prick and closed my hand around the jerking member.

"Well, I wasn't sure until after I saw the way you and Dave looked at each other, and the way you didn't withdraw when I got, uh, close to you." Jim laughed out loud. "Pretty obvious, wasn't I?"

"Hell, Jim, I enjoyed every bit of it. Your cock sure feels big," I said releasing it finally. "Wanna do it again?" I joined his laughter.

"Let's join the rest of the party. I'm sure Jeff is drooling over Dave by now."

"Oh, yeah? Your brother gay, too?" I asked with amusement.

"As a goose. I can't remember when we both weren't doing each other in some way," Jim answered. "In fact, Jeff just fucked my ass in front of Dad's bedroom door while we listened to Dad getting pounded by Brad in Dad's room."

"Really? Tell me about it!"

"Not much to tell," Jim sighed as I stroked his dick. "Dad and Brad aren't very quiet when fucking. So, when we came home from an afternoon at the beach, we heard them fucking. At first, we thought it was funny and stood at the door giggling like school girls. But, from what we could see and hear through the slightly open door, Jeff and I got turned on and I got fucked. Just as Brad cut loose with a big climax, Jeff squirted cum up my butt as well. He's been doing that for years, too. And I love being a bottom to his thick dick."

Holding his dick in one hand, I moved behind him and ground my crotch into his bare, upturned, fuzzy, granite ass. "Like this?" I whispered.

He squirmed beneath me, bent over, and backed up. "This could get both of us into a lot of trouble, Mike," he noted. His ass cheeks clenched in an attempt to trap my clothed cock between them. He was probably a very good bottom. Couldn't be as good as the old man, though, I thought.

"Afraid I might ravage your 'virgin' butt?" I laughed.

He chortled at that. "I don't think you get a new one after the original equipment has been "deflowered". Nor does it grow back from lack of use.

"Yeah? How long ago was that?" I asked.

The original equipment was fucked deep into the mattress years ago by Joe," he answered. "But, it's been used regularly ever since, so it couldn't grow back even if that were possible."

"And Joe is...?"

"Oh, he's my older brother. The married one. Ain't that a laugh."

"Stranger things have happened," I observed. "Dave and I were both married once, too. In fact, Dave still is, but getting a divorce."

"No shit!? But, I'll bet you didn't fuck your younger brothers and your teammates from the time they were 16!"

"Wanna bet? But, I didn't have a brother to help me out," I said pressing for more details as I moved away from his delicious, fuckable ass. He turned to face me. His hairy chest showed his spectacular body off even more. His stomach was furry too, but didn't hide the six-pack of ripped abdominal muscles.

My fingers moved to fondle his erect nipples at the edge of each square pectoral. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. His hard nipples were directly connected to his heavy cock. It instantly started throbbing again as it lengthened and thickened even more.

"I'll bet you have a fuzzy ass, too, doncha?" he croaked.

"Uh huh," I replied in a hoarse voice as I opened my eyes and stared up into his. "Wanna see it?"

"You bet! Turn around," he ordered.

I didn't really have to say anything. He was more than appreciative. He pulled my shorts down around my ankles, leaving my ass exposed and my dick waving for attention on the other side.

His tongue darted in, savoring my taste as it filled his olfactories to the brim. He inhaled deeply and plunged his tongue again as deeply as it would go. I bent over farther to give him more of what he seemed so desperately to need. "I love eating hot ass," he sighed when he finally came up for a brief moment of fresh air.

"So do I," I revealed. "Now, it's my turn." I bent him over the fender of the Cadillac and stared at his beautifully muscled back. And that ASS! That glorious ASS! It was wonderfully fuzzy with soft down all over it. The round melons of his ass cheeks clenched and unclenched to show them off. He bent over farther, crossing his legs. This caused his ass cheeks to part and display is pulsing fuckhole.

"DAMN!" I exclaimed. "Would you look at those big, fuzzy cheeks! I love a big man's ass with fur. They always taste so good and fuck so well! Wanna fuck?"

"Shit! If Dad caught us, we'd be in deep shit! Maybe another time and place, but not here."

"Just checkin'," I smiled. "Dave and I don't fuck around unless the other is there, anyway. But, I do wanna get into that sweet ass VERY soon." I bent over and ran my tongue along the crack of his ass and down toward his asshole. One of my hands ran along his back and pushed his torso down on to the fender again. The other hand reached through his legs to pull on his hard, thick fuckpole. My tongue hit his dilating butthole and plunged in. He grabbed my head and pushed me deeper. He quickly was begging for more.

"Fuck, Mike!" he whispered heavily. "I thought you didn't fuck around without Dave."

"I don't," I smiled at his hot ass. "Just evening the score."

"Well, you've got me so hot that I'll want your fat cock in my ass, NOW!" he declared.

"Even without lube?" I asked wondering just how far this guy would go for dick.

"I'm used to big cock. Jeff fucks me a lot. So does a guy at work and his father comes over a couple times a week and dumps a big load up my asshole, too," he bragged pulling my face hard into his rump, again. "PLEASE!!"

"You guys gonna look at cars all night?" Steve called from the deck.

Saved by the bell, I thought as Jim groaned, disappointedly.

"Shit!" Jim spat. "We'll have to do this some other time, hot man. I really want that big cock up my ass," he cooed as he pulled up his pseudo jockstrap, tucking his stiff dick back into the pouch. "I"ll bet Dave's is pretty big, too, isn't it," he added as he grabbed his terry wrap.

"Yeah, bigger than mine, too," I smiled triumphantly. "Come on over sometime. I'm sure we can fill your needs."

"You gotta deal!" he winked. "As soon as my dick goes down, we gotta get back to the others," Jim smirked. This wasn't the time to tell him that his dad liked big dicks up his own ass more than his son, Jim, did. That would be between father and son to discuss, but having seen the clothed version of Brad's dick (and the way it was pounding Steve's hole), it was probably already an open secret.

After a few minutes to let our dicks cool, Jim opened the garage door back into the house. The other men were still on the deck. I winked at Dave and nodded. He knew instantly that I'd found out something about Jim. Recognition crossed his face and he smiled back. So, Jim's a queer, too!

I looked over at Jeff standing near Dave and saw that he was staring at Dave's crotch. I looked away, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeff's gaze shift to my thickened, ample crotch, then back to Dave's. Finally, his stare lifted to Jim, and Jim nodded. Jeff's smile was so big in response that he almost burst out laughing.

"Well," said Jeff, "guess we have more in common than we thought. Right, Mike?"

"Uh, yeah. I suppose you could say that. I'd still like to know more about it, though."

"I'm sure that can be arranged," Jeff said as Jim beamed his concurrence.

"Yes, I'm sure we can arrange it," Dave added with a knowing wink.

The conversation ranged far and wide for the next few minutes. At one point in the evening, I found that I was near to Steve and out of earshot of the boys. I quickly confirmed what I knew, and added, "Steve, at least Jim doesn't think you know about it and is very concerned what your reaction will be if you were to find out. I don't know how Jeff feels about it. Dave hasn't had a chance to ask him that, but Jim was very specific in saying that both of them are gay."

Steve smiled. "No time like the present to get this sorted out." Turning to his sons, he said, "Jeff, Jim. I'd like you two to come with me to the kitchen for a little help with dinner. Our guests can remain here and enjoy the outdoors while we finish dinner preparations. You gentlemen need anything before we leave you for a few minutes?" he asked Brad, Dave, and I. "Nothing? Boys? If you'll assist me, please."

The father and sons strode away from their guests and into the house. Brad walked over to us and asked, "Well? What's that all about? Steve hasn't left me for more than a few minutes since I met him. He even got me over here early so we could fuck, again. What gives?"

Dave and I smiled at the randy character of both men. "You tell him, Mike. You know all the details."

"Well, I don't know many details, but Jim told me that both he and Jeff are gay and have been fucking each other for several years, as well as their older, married brother. They think their dad doesn't know about them and would probably 'shit a brick' if he found out. Steve is getting all that corrected, now, in a little family council. Oh, and by the way, Jeff and Jim were fucking outside the door to Steve's bedroom while you and Steve were fucking inside it. Jeff came up Jim's butt about the time you unloaded in Steve's."

"Well, I'll be damned!" Brad smiled. "I thought they were queer, too," Brad nodded with understanding. "Makes perfect sense, now. Steve had said that his kids are the most important thing in his life. I think that was his way of telling me that I might be in second place, sometimes. I can deal with that. They are nearly grown men and need little of his time, now. But, this is an occasion when they need each other in a big way."

We sat down on two benches and continued talking about how Steve and Brad seemed to be getting along, and about the film company, and the auditions. He still hadn't worked out how he could include us in a film without showing our faces. Although it looked bleak, he hadn't given up hope. He tried to get us to agree not to be so anonymous, but we wouldn't budge. It looked like Brad wasn't coming up with a good, anonymous way to get us on film, so he was trying for a compromise. All he could really hope for now were some major studs to show up at the auditions, if he were going to use any local talent. The coaches and we were not willing to risk our careers for some hot fucks captured on film for the entire world to watch.

Although almost half an hour had passed since our host had entered the house with his sons, we hadn't noticed time passing that much. The sun was almost at the horizon now and the day was cooling. At nearly 8:30, the boys and their dad reappeared with dinner on serving trays which they placed on the patio table. The outdoor grill had been on for the better part of an hour and was hot. Chicken in foil was placed on it for cooking. With the intense heat of the covered grill, the main course was done in 20 minutes. That was perfect timing after the salad and more conversation.

Steve revealed that he and his sons had talked about all the years of keeping one particular secret from each other. They were glad that was past now, and they could be even more honest with each other. He also said that both boys were interested in getting to know Dave and I better. Jeff was like his dad and liked his men dark. Jim, Steve explained, loved being a bottom, especially if his partner had a big dick. Jeff always had the hots for Latinos and Blacks. Both of them loved "daddy" types.

Dave and I both glanced at each other. I was wondering if Steve was going to bed both of his sons soon. After all, he was the consummate "daddy" type.

"But," Steve finally added, "Brad is MINE!"

Brad smiled self-consciously and gave Steve a hug. "Maybe I don't choose to be monogamous." Steve was clearly hurt. "Only joking, Steve. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Look, let's talk about it and get a clear understanding of where this new relationship of only the last 24 hours is going. Okay?"

Steve brightened. "Sure, Brad," he apologized. "I was being too possessive. Let's talk after dinner."

Jim and Jeff reemerged from the house. "It's still hard for me to believe that my own dad is just as hot for big, black cock as I am," mused Jeff shaking his head in amusement. "And that's even though I've seen you with men before. Still, I can't fault your choice. Brad's an incredible find. I hope you'll pardon my abruptness, but, Dad, can you really take all that big dick of Brad's up your ass? I just don't think it's possible."

"It's possible," interrupted Brad. "Several men I've been with have been able to do it. Right here in this town," he added smiling at both Dave and I.

"Some more easily than others," I corrected him, wincing in mock pain and rubbing my butt. They all laughed.

"So, you like it up the ass, do you?" Jim asked in a low tone which only I could hear. I smiled. "The way you were coming on to me," he continued, "I was sure you were a top. But, with Dave around (and noting his obvious big cock), I wondered."

"I'm a switch hitter," I whispered back to him. "Both Dave and I are. In fact, you may have already found out that most men have a preference, but will do top and bottom if given a chance. My cousin, for instance, prefers to be a bottom, but his dick is so big that most men wanna get fucked by him. And Brad is a switch hitter, too. Dave and I can attest to that. Only his public persona indicates he's a top, which happens to also agree with his preference. How about you and Jeff? Don't you trade off?"

"Sure, but I generally liked being the bottom, even though I have the bigger dick," Jim replied. "By the way," he added, "you and Dave like to play around with other guys, right? I know I'd like to take you up on your earlier offer, and I know Jeff is dying to get into Dave's pants."

"Is that a proposition?" I smiled.

"Hey, what are you two conspiring about?" Steve asked grinning, interrupting our whispered conversation.

"Nothing, Dad. Just comparing notes," he responded with a wink and a grin at Dave, then Brad. "Just comparing notes."

The light bantering continued over dinner and into the dessert and after-dinner drinks. By ten o'clock, Dave and I were ready to go home. This was, after all, a "school night", and we had to be coherent for work tomorrow morning.

We bid our host good evening and wished them well in the household with more honest family relationships. Dave and I made sure that Steve had our phone number for future reference.

On the way home, Dave asked, "Those boys are sure hot for us, and they are really well put together, especially Jim. I wonder if he's a competitive bodybuilder? I'm beginning to wonder about our earlier conversation about fucking only with men. These 'boys' are nearly underage, even though they don't look it. And I know they both have more experience in 'mano a mano' stuff than I do. But, I noticed that you and Jim seemed to be having a very 'special' conversation. What's going on?"

"He's full of questions about us. He wants to fuck with us, and he's sure that Jeff does, too."

"That's obvious about Jeff. And did you get a load of that great ass of Jim's? I'll bet he could take dick all night long."

"Jim said that Jeff fucked him most of the time even though Jim's got the bigger dick. However, it could be that Jim insists on being a bottom to Jeff more than Jeff wants. And, I'm intrigued by Jim's story about his oldest brother, Joe, fucking both of them from the time they were in their mid-teens."

"Well, I think they're both bottoms," declared Dave. "Jeff more than once put his hand on my cock during dinner. The damned thing sprung up like a teenager's dick. He didn't mind feeling all of it, and I figured I'd let him. He especially like the big leaking head that kept oozing precum. I saw him more than once raise his fingers to his lips and taste it. Besides, I enjoy a good grope," he leered at me.

"Fucker!" I grinned. "With that big dick of yours, almost anyone would be a bottom at least once. We still have to decide what to do if the boys get our number from their dad."

"Oh, they will. They're too horny not to," Dave concluded. "And what's Jim's story? You spent enough time in the garage with him to get all the dirt."

"I had Jim bent over the fender of the old Cadillac, his pants down around his ankles," I smirked. Dave frowned. "He has a fuzzy ass and a really nice, tight butt." Dave glared at me now. "Don't fret, Dear. We didn't do anything. Well, I just tried to stick my tongue up his hairy crack after he tried to do the same to me. But, Steve called us back to the deck, so he pulled his shorts up before I was tempted any further. Besides, you and I have an agreement. No fucking around without the other partner." He had no idea how close I came to breaking that agreement. Bodybuilders are a weakness of mine; especially, ones as good looking and well put together as Jim.

"That's better." He sounded assuaged. "So, wanna fuck with them?"

"Is the bear, Catholic? Does the Pope shit in the woods?" I asked mangling purposefully an old axiom. "Of course, I do. I'd be nuts not to. Both of them are hot, young studs. What do you think?"

"I think Jeff and I will do very well. He sure made it known in every way but deeds tonight. He's as hot for black men as you and his dad are."

"Yeah, a man after my own heart. And Jim said that Jeff loves Latino and Black men. But, they both really get off on 'daddy' types, for which, in his opinion, we both clearly qualify."

"And that brings me to the next speculation," Dave broke in. "You think Dad and sons are gonna fuck with each other? They sure like 'daddies' and Steve sure is one.

"I'd sure love to watch when they do!"

"Yeah, me, too!"

The car turned into the driveway like it knew the way home without our guidance. We locked the doors and went to bed.

"Horny?" Dave asked.

"After all that fucking we've been doing? And those studly little numbers tonight frustrating my nuts? You'd better believe it!"

"I was hoping you'd be. I really want it badly, tonight. Wanna fuck my brains out?"

"Didn't I fuck you enough in the shower?" I smiled. Dave shook his head to the contrary. I sighed and grinned, again. "Get into doggie style and I'll fuck you so hard your ass will be as sore as mine is!"

He instantly obeyed and I moved behind him. His ass winked at me and my tongue darted for his back door. He pushed back into my face. That spread his ebony ass cheeks farther apart for better access to his puckered hole. With the added leverage of his hands pulling them aside, I was able to sniff and drill his butt for several uninterrupted minutes. The scent of hot, eager hole was driving me crazy. His constant moaning and pressing my face into his butt only heightened my need to breed! The only thing stopping a continuing feast at his muscled butt was my tired tongue, and the phone ringing.

"Fuck it!" Dave snarled. "Leave the phone for the machine and fuck my asshole, Babe! NOW!"

That command was not one to be ignored, even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't. I pulled lube from the night stand, and shoved all the way in with one long stroke. My dick was like steel straining to be released. My nuts were drawn up tight against the base of my dick. Eating Dave's asshole always made my dick VERY hard.

His talented anal channel was massaging my thick cock before I hit bottom. He really wanted to get fucked, and I was too close to climax to let him continue the milking action he was doing.

"Stop trying to strip all the cum out of my balls before I even get a good rhythm going."

"Then, damn it, FUCK ME! Hard!"

I slammed into him and pulled out almost the full 9", then, slammed in again. He groaned with pleasure.

"Fuck me, Babe! Hit my button. Gotta have it!"

Knowing he was going to win this tug-of-war between us over who was controlling my climax, I let him win (mainly because there was nothing I could do to stop him). I began ramming him hard and deeply, each thrust faster than the previous one. My dick plunged and plugged his hole. He was mine and I was his. My balls started to boil. It was all over.

Dave stoked the fires in my balls with his milking, and for the finale, he reached between our legs and fondled my nuts. That always made me cum when I was this close.

I buried my dick as far as I could, grabbed his big chest, pressed my hairy chest to his hard back, and held on. His anal chute massaged me unmercifully. His ass moved back and forth on the sperm launcher in his ass. He wasn't going to wait for me to cum at my speed. He wanted it all, and wanted it NOW!

Spasm after climaxing spasm raced through me as I jetted out wad after scalding wad of hot jism into his welcoming asshole. I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. And I didn't want to! My orgasm peaked as I smashed my crotch into his warm ass and unloaded more cum. He was an animal in heat, and I was the stallion servicing this brood mare!

I collapsed, writhing on his back, my erect nipples sending more waves of pleasure to my overheated nuts. He continued to milk my dick as I panted out my sexual high, but not so fervently that I wanted to pull out.

"Fuck, what a great ass you have, Dave. I could fuck you all day and all night, if you didn't make me cum so soon."

"Promises, promises," he sighed as he moved from his doggie style position to full prone. "Just stay there. I want to fuck the bed while you're still in me. This feels so wonderful."

"Not a chance, Sucker," I said pulling out of his tight ass with a plop. "You aren't gonna shoot that hot load into the sheets. That babymaker is going up my butt and so is that jism it'll squirt."

"Fuck!" Dave frowned. "I thought your butt was sore. Besides, I was enjoying your cock in my ass. I just wanted to have a little squirt with your fat dick in my hole."

"Nothing doing," I challenged. "Turn over and I'll sit on it, or any other position you want. My butthole can handle it," I hoped.

"Same as you did me, then."

"Done," I agreed moving to take his place, so I could be beneath him and he could plug my butt with his black ass ripper.

"On your stomach," he ordered. I obeyed. "That's better," he added spreading my legs. "I want a perfect shot at that hole."

Dave adjusted my legs a little more apart and dove for my butthole. His tongue raced up and down my ass crack, then, drilled the target at the center. "Ummmmm" was about all I got out of him for several minutes. His oral digit danced around my pucker as he pulled apart my muscle melons, feasting and snorting with each heavy breath.

The lube was still beside him when he greased his joystick in preparation for the hot trip into my tail. He removed his mouth from the anal feasting. His fingers replaced his tongue, and deposited some lube at the site. Even before his fingers could exit, his cock was already slicing its way deeply up my butt.

I started to move up to all fours, but Dave held me down. His spike was still moving higher up my lower intestine. In push-up position, only his cock was touching me, and it was touching me very, very deeply.

"Fuck! Damn! Tight, fuckin' hole! You're gonna make me cum before I want to," he whispered rapturously.

I pushed back into him. He delivered the last two inches of thickness with a heavy sigh. His whole body collapsed on top of mine. His jaw went slack and his dick swelled. "FUCK!!" he roared. "I'm CUMMING!"

His hips rapidly fucked me, hoping to enjoy some of the climax sensation that was slipping away through his spurting dick. He was fucking me balls deep. Dave's dick was emptying a torrent of hot cum deeply into my bowels. More friction was what it wanted and lots of it. But, the climax was so overwhelming that he was unable to coordinate much motion other than short jerky motions in and out of my happy ass.

Repeatedly, he murmured, "Ungh!"

Once again, his dick was making a sperm deposit in his special bank. I relished the jerking motion I could still feel inside me. His cock was still firing its load. But, all too soon, the swelling of his dickhead subsided and the big load he shot cushioned the sensations of his hard cock up my ass. It was a wonderful feeling, but much too short.

I sighed in abject pleasure. So did Dave.

"What Do I Do, Now?"

The following day, Monday, Dave got a call at his office about 10. Brad needed someone to talk with him about Steve, and thought Dave would be able to help.

"He's moving on me so fast," Brad protested. "I like the guy a lot (what's not to like?), but he's pressing for something more permanent. He's subtle about it, but it is definite pressure," Brad added exasperated.

"He knows you're a porno star, live in LA, and he still thinks it'll work? What's he been smokin'?" Dave asked incredulously.

Brad laughed. "I don't think its what he's been smokin' as much as it is what he and I've been doin'. We fuck nearly all the time. Now, I'm not complaining, but a relationship doesn't happen just between the sheets!"

"Says who?!" Dave mocked him. "Mike and I have been fucking like bunnies for months. What's the problem?"

"For one thing, we hardly ever talk about us, other than in the prone position with my cock up his asshole. That's pretty limiting. I don't see how I can be in LA and make this work. And he's just come out to his sons, and they to him. That's a lot to deal with."

"Have you talked to him about any of this?"

"Seems like any time I start getting serious, he rolls over and waves his hot ass in my face."

"Well, what have you done about it?"

Brad laughed again. "The only thing possible. I fuck him!"

"Brad, don't you see? You're just as guilty as he is. He wags that great big 'daddy' ass in front of you and you reinforce his behavior by fucking him. He probably has this idea of you as a porn star living for sex, and he's trying to accommodate you at every opportunity. He doesn't know the real Brad, yet, and is probably afraid to. The sex is so wonderful, he doesn't want it to end by finding out that you have substance behind all that cock. I'm sure you do, Brad, but he doesn't and doesn't want this fulfilled fantasy to ever end."

"But, yet, he's trying to get me to stay with him all the time."

"Sure. He desperately wants a relationship with you, but doesn't quite know how to do it. He's probably never had a real relationship as far as I can tell. It's all been quickies or a few days at most. Get him to start talking about his business and about himself. If he tries to get sexual, gently but firmly, put him off." Dave paused for a moment. "I'm just glad it isn't me trying to stay away from that sweet ass of his. I'm not sure I'd be able to."

"Oh, that's very reassuring! I thought you of all people would be able to help me here. You have a great relationship with Mike. I was hoping you could give me a few pointers," he begged.

"Look, Brad, I'm more than willing to help you here. I think Steve is a great catch and I know you are, too. You haven't given him a chance and he hasn't given you one, either. Uh, hold a moment." The line went dead for a few seconds. "Brad, I have to get to a client meeting right away. Let's finish this discussion over lunch today, if you can get away. Say, one o'clock or so?"

"I understand. I didn't mean to take you away from your work this long. One o'clock is fine. I'll pick you up at your office and we'll find a place to eat."

"Good. You know where my office is?"

"Yeah, either you or Mike described it for me once. See you at one," Brad said and hung up.

Dave grabbed his legal briefs and headed for the conference room. "Shit!" he thought to himself. "What if someone recognizes Brad? That would sure 'out' me! FUCK! Deal with it later," he sighed.

Brad hung up the phone as Steve stepped out of the shower. He looked up as his weekend lover peered into the bedroom. He smiled. Steve was a magnificent 'daddy'. Why was he fretting so over the prospect of a relationship with him?

"I don't think my ass has ever had this much lube in it before. Nor as high!" Steve laughed. Brad smiled again.

"Come over here, Steve. We have to talk."

"Can I get dry first?"

Brad smile his consent. Steve moved the big towel around quickly, drying his large, beefy body, and combed his hair. "Wanna fuck?" Steve asked as his masculine gait closed the distance between them.

"Sit down, Steve, please," Brad insisted.

Steve moved to sit beside him. "What's up? You seem, uh, peeved or something. Did I do or say something wrong that I should fix?"

"No, no. Just listen to me for a few minutes. Steve, all we've done since we met is fuck and suck. I'm not complaining, understand, but you've made it very plain that you want this to be more than a weekend roll in the hay."

"Well....."

"Let me finish, please," Brad insisted again, holding up his hand and turning to face Steve. Concern spread across Steve's handsome face. His dick started to wilt. I'm getting the 'old heave-ho', again, Steve thought. DAMN!

"Look, Steve, I think you are the most wonderful man I've ever met. You're the consummate 'daddy' and I love 'daddies'. You're successful and have a couple of great kids. You're also a great cook and a joy to be with. You're great in bed and can take ALL my cock and come back for more. Not many men can, and I love that, too. You're the world's best bottom, and a damned fine top who really knows how to make love instead of just fuck. In short, you're everything I've ever wanted in a lover."

"But...?" Steve asked downhearted.

"But, this is all going so fast and we never seem to have time to really talk about anything substantive. We are either entertaining someone else, or fucking. I don't know anything about you, how you think, what you think, could we be compatible in more places than the bedroom?"

A sly smile stole across Steve's face. "I know what you're thinking," Brad laughed. "We can fuck in lots of places other than the bedroom. But, that's not the point and we both know it. We absolutely must talk about US!"

Steve looked at his watch. "But, now, you have to get going to the office," Brad observed disappointedly. "I understand that and don't want to hold you back. But, this relationship is going nowhere if we don't do something more than all this superficial stuff." Brad paused to let that sink in. "And I don't mean to imply that fucking your tight, deep ass is superficial. I love that! But, we have to be realistic here."

"If you think you're keeping me away from the office, you're right. But, I don't care right now. All I'm interested in now is you, Brad. I think you're all the things I've ever wanted in a man, too. Caring, loving, great sex, hung very big, and the boys really like you. Especially, after the way you screwed both of them last night, I know they'd love to have you as part of our family."

Brad shot him a hard glance.

"Okay, I'm being flippant. Sorry," Steve apologized. "It's how I deal with things sometimes. I don't want to lose you, Brad. You think I'm shallow and I only want you for your big dick. That's how it started. I'll admit to that. But, watching you and how you deal with other men, and especially the boys, gave me more of an insight into who you really are."

Brad smiled mischievously. "I meant the boys outside the bedroom. Geez! I like you more than ever," Steve smiled, kissing Brad on the lips. "You're a complex man, Brad, with complex feelings. I'd hate to think you have to drag such feelings out of me, but that may be the only way I know how to deal with someone like you that I care very much about."

"Alright, then, let's start at the beginning," Brad indicated. "What about the office? What are you going to do about it today?"

"I already told them that I'd be in this afternoon. No problem."

"Okay. How do you feel about being seen with a gay porno star? After all, Steve, I'm not exactly unknown. Think of what this could mean to your business, friends, family, your teenage, humpy sons. What about those two kids? How will they be treated at college? I can hear the taunts now, 'Your dad's takin' a big, nigger cock up his ass and likes it!' And what about the black and white thing. You have to consider lots of things here, Steve. I don't come to you squeaky clean and gift wrapped. There's a lot of negative baggage and history with me. I have a past, you know."

"As do I," Steve admitted. "Well, I've thought about you and your past. I've wondered for years how I would deal with the kids finding out about me being gay. Now that Jeff and Jim know, I'll have to tell Joe and Christine. I've promised the boys I'd take care of that. And they will take care of their own revelations. They already know they may have to deal with some smart ass giving them shit about their own sexual preferences. They don't see any more problems dealing with mine, too. As to being seen with you, I love the idea and so do the boys. We've already talked about me having a permanent relationship with another man, and they already said you'd be perfect."

"But, Steve, I'm a gay porno star who fucks men!" Brad protested. "Everyone who has seen me will think you're with me only because I've got a big dick."

"And enjoys it!" Steve grinned.

"Fuck you," Brad smiled.

"Anytime, Horsecock. Anytime."

"Steve!" Brad yelled vexated. "Get serious! Everyone will think the worst of you. Good Gawd, Man! You're going to be seen with a black, gay, big-cocked porno star. Doesn't that bother you?"

"Seems to be bothering you more than it does me."

"You're damned right it bothers me. I don't want you to be ashamed of me when people recognize me and wanna fuck with me."

"Sounds to me like you don't like being recognized for what you do for a job and do very well. I knew right away who you were, Brad. Look, my love, the world is changing, hopefully for the better. Black and white couples are becoming more common. The bigots will never get over it. Why should they ruin our happiness?"

"But, what about your business contacts? What will they think about us?"

"What are they going to know? I keep that part of my life separate from this part," Steve said, grasping his dick and waving it in Brad's direction. "If they have a problem with it, fuck 'em! The business is doing very well. I've diversified and have offices in several cities. I just don't see the problem. So, I lose a little business. So what!? I've had enough offers to buy me out that would make me a multi-millionaire. I'm willing to dump it all and retire early, anyway. You're just the perfect catalyst to get me to do it."

"Fuck!" Brad sighed. "You can't mean you're willing to sell your whole construction company just to be with me? That's outrageous and not very smart, just for a big dick! And what about social situations? Surely, someone will recognize me there. Think about all the time and effort you've put into the company. And what would you do with your time when you didn't have your work? I'm not that entertaining."

"I only meant that I have an alternative that I've been considering for some time. I'm not so shallow that I'd give all this up for a big, black cock. I'm not that desparate, either. You've made me drag it out and look at it again in a new light. It has a certain appeal right now with you in the picture. Besides, I could always be a consultant or start my own company over again in another location, say LA. I've got lots of contacts down there. We'll worry about the social things, later. Gay couples are everywhere. Black and white couples are becoming more common. And I'm NOT ashamed of your porno star past. The people who'd have a problem with that are jerks that I don't wanna know, anyway."

"For Pete's sake, Steve. You're serious!"

"Damned right. I don't do a very good job of saying what I'm feeling, but I have thought about us, a lot in the last two days. BUT, and that's a very big qualifier, I'm not a teenager thinking with my dick (or asshole) here. I'm well aware that this is only a weekend of experiences with you. Things could change. I know that. But, this is the closest thing to what I've always wanted that I've ever seen. I don't want to abandon it before it has a chance to work. I didn't get to where I am in the business world by not planning for such an eventuality."

"Shit! I'm, uh, well, I don't know what to say or think. I know I like you a lot, Steve. And I'd be pleased as hell to have you with me for a long time to come. I'd love to watch all those men in LA who would go crackers for a guy like you and you'd be ALL mine. Let 'em eat cake!"

"Now, that's something we need to talk about. Brad, I'm not about to tell you to get out of the business. You have your career and I have mine. But, we do need to talk about other men. I know you'll be fucking all kinds of men on film for the whole fucking, queer world to see. I can deal with that, I think. I know you'll be safe and not do anything stupid. However, we have to come to an understanding about other men. Both of us have pasts. But, I want both of us to have long futures, together."

"Let me suggest," Brad interrupted, "that we adopt something like Mike and Dave have. We only fuck with other men when the other one of us is present. The obvious exception is going to be when I'm taping a new porno flic." Steve rolled his eyes. "You'll have to trust me on this. I haven't fucked with one yet that I'd ever want to do anything more with. Okay, most of them are pretty good sex, but they don't seem to do much more with their lives than personal appearances, fuck films, and 'escort' services. Steve," Brad concluded, "assuming that our relationship goes somewhere, they will be the least of your worries."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just a polite way to say that if this weekend is any indication of how our futures together will be, you'll have an asshole the size of the Holland Tunnel. That should worry you plenty!"

"I'll take my chances."

"Well, Buttercup, I feel better about us already," Brad grinned. "But, I still think we have lots more ground to cover before we do something serious about us. The production company is going to be in town for at least another month. We can work on it during that time."

"That's something I've been wanting to talk to you about," Steve smiled. "I know this is going to sound really pushy, and I suppose it is, but, I think we can learn a lot more about each other if you were to move in with me for the month that you'll be here." Brad blanched. "Surely, you've thought about it as a possibility."

"Well, truthfully, yes. But, not as a serious thought. I just ran a fast fantasy through my head about it when we spent all of Saturday night at the hotel screwing our brains out."

"Well, how 'bout it? Are you willing to give it a shot? I really like you, Brad, and I want to be important in your life. I can't do it when you're in a hotel the whole time you're here."

Brad smiled. He leaned over and kissed Steve fully on the lips. "I'm falling for you, Steve. I can't say no to a gorgeous hunk of white man like you. Yes! I'll move in with you!"

"Hot shit!" Steve shouted. "You sure you don't mind being seen with a randy old goat like me?"

"You aren't old, Steve. No one would guess you were in your 40's. And even if they do, you're SO hot, that your age wouldn't even come up."

"Let's go get your stuff at the hotel, now!" Steve laughed, pulling on Brad's long dick.

Brad slapped his hand away, laughing. "I'll have to tell the production head that I'm not gonna be at the hotel with the rest of the company. He ain't gonna like that. Ah, fuck him! He'll just have to deal with it. He knows I have a life outside of porno films."

"Great! Let's go."

"By the way, I'll bet you thought that I spent all my time doing porno films, didn't ya?" Steve nodded sheepishly. "Thought so. Most people do. Well, I don't. I'm a travel agent in real life. That gives me a lot of flexibility to travel and take time off to do the films. I really could transfer up here from LA. You wouldn't have to sell your company to be with me. I could be the one to relocate. They could always fly me down to LA or where the location is to do the porno."

"You fuckhead! You were leading me on, weren't you?"

"Yeah," Brad admitted contritely. "I wanted to be sure of you. I didn't want you to be just another cock-hungry white guy. I had to be sure, Steve. You have no idea how some guys come on to me. It was something I had to do. Can you forgive me?"

"Well, I suppose so," Steve said begrudgingly, but with a smile. "How could I resist a face like that?" he added with a kiss.

Their passion climbed. Steve chewed on Brad's nipples. He knew it was a direct connection from those erect nips to that gigantic cock of Brad's. He hoped to get fucked at least once more before he had to go into the office.

"Make love to me, Steve. I want my 'daddy' to fuck my butt for me and squirt his hot cum up my thirsty hole."

Steve was disappointed that he wouldn't be on the receiving end of that legendary cock of Brad's, but he was very willing to fuck Brad's hot, muscular, eager ass.

They made love slowly, almost deliberately. Brad's legs rested on Steve's broad shoulders, while Brad's hands curled around Steve's round ass globes hoping to guide his new friend ever deeper into his butthole. Steve wasn't hung as big as a lot of guys he'd been with, but he sure made up for it in technique. Those thick 8" felt wonderfully filling to his hungry hole. And Steve's hot mouth sucking the head of Brad's stiff cum shooter was only an added bonus to their sensual lovemaking.

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