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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 27--A Surprise Phone Call

Dave called me at the office the next morning. He wanted to have lunch together to discuss something very important. Mysteriously, he wouldn't tell me about it. But, it was something we didn't cover in our relationship talks and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

At the agreed place and time, I met him for lunch. It was beginning to bother me that he thought he couldn't converse by telephone and had to talk to me in person. I didn't know if he were trying to say he was worried about being overheard at work, or he wanted to read my body language to know what I was really saying. I thought it was time to ask, so I did.

"Well, you see, Mike, I've always been able to manipulate you better when I could get my hands on you. I can't do that when we're talking on the phone," he laughed.

"Bullshit! No one manipulates me unless I want them to," I countered.

"And bullshit to you, too. You are so easy for me to work over," he smiled. "Guess I shouldn't have admitted that, should I?"

"Fuck you, Dave," I said smiling at him. I knew he was right. I could be so easily talked into anything he wanted to do. If he only knew how easily, he'd surely take advantage of me. But, I trusted him. That's probably why it was so easy. "Get to the point," I finally added.

"Okay. Here it is. We have never talked about friends of the family or family coming for a visit," he started.

"Well, what's the problem? Your parents have already been over, and so has your boss."

"It goes farther than that. I was thinking about overnight guests."

"I still don't see it, Dave."

"To be blunt, my brother and his wife want to come for a visit, and, uh, spend a few days with us, uh, at the house," he finally announced.

"So, what's the problem?" I asked again. Dave looked relieved and aggravated at the same time. "Your brother and sister-in-law want to spend a few days with us and we are putting them up. I still don't see the problem."

"Mike! Don't you get it? They aren't staying with Mom and Dad. They're staying with us. We'll be found out! We're sleeping together, for Chris'sake! Even my brother can figure that one out. He can read me like a book."

"Hey, HEY! Lighten up!" I interjected. "Did you tell your parents about you and Kay?" He nodded. "And your brothers?"

"No. I haven't told them," he acknowledged.

"Okay, then. Your brother has probably called your parents and they talked. I know you don't tell your parents everything and they're too nice to be nosy. So, they didn't ask what the reason was for the split up. Am I getting close?" Dave nodded again. "Thought so," I concluded. "Boy, you are such a carbon copy. I did the same thing."

Dave looked up and smile. "Okay, Smartass. What did you do?"

"Huh uh," I replied. "You're not sucking me into that one. We've had this conversation before. My life isn't your life. My experiences aren't the same. I don't think it would apply anyway."

"Why not?" Dave pressed.

"Dave! He's your brother! He's not going to reject you; you're too damned close. Remember you told me that the two of you were raised like you were twins, being only a year apart? Well, I think he is trying to help out your parents and satisfy his own curiosity. I'm not saying he smells a rat or that your parents put him up to it. I think he's being brotherly. And until I hear or see something more credible, I'm not believing anything else."

"Okay, okay. You'd make a damned, fine lawyer. You got all the angles covered. But, you just don't know my brother."

"And you're hiding behind emotional baggage that goes back years. When do they want to come up from Sacramento?"

"Next week. Thursday evening."

"So, we straighten up the guest room, move your clothes into the other bedroom and remove the lube and towels from there."

"And make sure all the gay magazines are out of sight."

"Okay, we 'de-faggotize' the house. Happy now?"

"I suppose," he said resignedly. "What about our friends? What if they show up and want to fuck with us?"

"Have they ever showed up without phoning first? Except for Cousin Larry, I mean," I added holding up my hand to stop his protest. "Okay, I'll call him and tell him to cool it."

Dave smiled. "I'm such a worrier some days. But, it is FAMILY!"

"What did you tell your brother when he said he wanted to come up?"

"I told him I'd have to check with my housemate. It isn't my house after all."

"Well, you've checked now and it's fine. Give 'em the green light."

"Thanks, White Bread. I owe you a big one."

"And I'm going to collect. I like your big one," I added with a leer squeezing his cock under the table.

Dave smiled. "Promises, promises." He paused again, seeming to remember some part of a memory. "You know what's really strange? Duane said he had something really important to ask me about. I immediately assumed that he'd found out about us. But, the more I think about it, I also remember that he kept telling me how close we were and a lot of crap about brothers doing things for each other. That threw me off, but I still wondered if he was talking about you and me."

"I think he has something else in mind. Maybe, he found out or drew conclusions from conversations with your parents, and now he wants to fuck with you, too!" I teased him.

"Fuck you! He wouldn't do that. He's as straight as a string."

"And strings bend in all kinds of ways."

"You know what I mean! Besides, that was years ago when we were kids."

"Uh oh. I hear a confession coming on. Something about you and your brother and a little adolescent exploration?"

Dave looked up sharply. "What?! You think my brother wants to have sex with me? After all these years? You gotta be crazy! He's married!"

"Come on, Dave. Most kids play around a little. Just trying to figure out all the stuff they hear about sex. They're exploring. Almost all kids do it. Some have playmates or brothers or sisters to help them. Others play with themselves. Most of the time, it doesn't go any farther than that. They get girlfriends or boyfriends who help them complete their explorations. It's natural."

"Yeah, but, Duane and I were inseparable. We did everything together. We were playin' with each others dicks from the time we were in early grade school. And it didn't stop until well after we discovered girls weren't as 'icky' as we thought. We were hearing from the older kids on the sports teams that what we were doing was 'queer'. Duane and I were not about to admit we were 'queers' (whatever those were), so we stopped doing dick play. We had to be 14 and 13 at the time."

"Shit, Dave. You never mentioned this before. Why'd you hold back?"

"I thought you'd think of me as a child molester. My younger brother, for Chris'sake! And then that asshole in Nebraska. He just proved what a gawd damned QUEER I was!"

"Hey, Dave. It's me. Mike. I think you're the most wonderful man in the world. How could I think anything bad about you? We all did that sort of stuff, until we found out it was forbidden. Repression is an ugly word, but that's what all of us 'queers' did. We found out we liked it and most of the rest of the world didn't like us for what we did; so we went underground or repressed our feelings and became asexual."

Dave sighed. He was hurting and I didn't know how to fix it. If we were home, I'd have hugged him closely and reassured him in bed. But, we were having lunch in a crowded restaurant. "Dave, I love you. Just hang on to that for a while. Now, eat your lunch. When you get back to the office, call your brother. Feel him out a little more. Then, tell him he's welcome to stay with us for as long as he wishes. Okay?"

He smiled wanly. I wasn't sure I was getting through, but he did eat. At the end of lunch, I paid the bill and walked him back to his office. He promised to call his brother and then call me. I left him, hoping I'd gotten through. He seemed despondent.

Half way through the afternoon, Dave called again. He was very excited.

"I should listen to you more often. You ain't gonna believe this. You know the reason they want to come up to see us? Duane spilled the beans and told me. They can't have kids because Duane's shootin' blanks. Are you ready for this? They want me to father a child for them with his wife!"

I was stunned into silence. What could I say? Dave was laughing at the thought and I was hit by a brick. That was the one thing I was most afraid of. I could compete with another man, but I can't compete with a woman.

"Did ya hear me, Mike? He wants this queer to fuck his wife and make a baby!" He laughed again. Once more I was silent, still wondering what to say. "Ain't that somethin'?"

"Uh, yeah, Dave. Uh, what did you say?" I croaked out.

"I told him he was crazy."

"So, you refused?"

"Well, initially, yes." My heart sank. "But, he laid more of that brotherly shit on me, so I told him I'd think about it and we'd talk more when he got up here."

"Fuck!" I said under my breath. I didn't know how I was going to deal with this.

"Hey, Mike? Don't worry about it. It ain't gonna happen. I'm not fuckin' my brother's wife."

"Dave, let's talk about this at home. This is too serious for the phone."

"Okay, Mike. Hey, don't worry. You're always going to be my main man."

We rang off. Shit! What a fuckin' mess! I'm really gonna have to come clean on this one. I can't hide anything including my deepest feelings of abandonment, unfaithfulness, and all the rest. This would be one helluva conversation.

I had dinner ready when Dave walked in the door at 5:30. This wasn't going to be a gym night. We had serious discussions to plow through. Purposefully, I didn't bring up the subject until dinner was finished and both of us had an after-dinner drink in our hands. We went into the den, got comfortable, and Dave opened the discussion.

"Okay," Dave started. "Here we are. I can tell you have a lot on your mind. Just let it go as a stream of consciousness and I promise not to interrupt. By the way, did you call Larry?"

"Yes, and he promised to be good for the next couple of weeks and call before he comes over. He was a little hurt, but he'll get over it." I took in a deep breath and launched into a 15 minute dissertation on how I felt about Dave making it with a woman after I had been his "main man" for these last several months. It felt good to talk about it, but frustrating, too. Dave only took notes on a legal pad, smiling occasionally.

"You finished?" he asked when I wound down.

"Yeah. I think you've heard all my guts spill out. Be gentle!" I admonished with a half-smile.

"Always am," he retorted. "Mike, you've been making a lot of what-if statements. I can't deal with the theoretical very well, but I'll try because I know it's important to you. Let's start with the one that scares you the most. You're afraid I'll switch back and leave you." I nodded. He sure zeroed in on that one well. "I don't know how to answer that one. It's ludicrous in the extreme (to me anyway) to think I'd ever want to be married or live with another woman. I've served my time in Purgatory and I don't care to, again. Yeah, yeah. The right woman could turn my head. Bullshit! The only time it COULD happen would be with Duane's wife, Carol. And she's married."

"But, it could happen!" I nearly wailed. "You could remember how good it is and go back to it again, leaving me out of the picture."

"Bullshit! No chance. You make it sound like I've never been with another woman other than my wife. Well, White Bread, that just ain't so. I've been with many. Kay was the best of the bunch and I gave her up for you. So, I don't see that even as a possibility. Okay?"

"But what about Carol? You just said she could turn your head. And now you're going to fuck with her!"

"Mike," he sighed in near exasperation, "she's married to my brother. I'd never mess with anything that could hurt Duane. Besides, I've already had sex with her. Many years ago, and I don't want to discuss it. Okay?"

"I'll let it pass for the moment."

"Second problem, then. Even though I've said I'm not fucking my brother's wife, you think I'll get talked into it, anyway. Well, that one is more problematic. Duane and I are very close. I'd do anything for him and he for me. He's already said that it would be like his genetic code going into the baby because he and I are from the same parents. And he's right, but it still isn't the same as your own child."

"I knew you'd soften. Damn!"

"Hey, Sugar, I haven't done anything yet. This is still in the realm of the theoretical. Anyway, if I did go ahead with their request, it would be with lots of conditions. Probably as many on his side as on mine."

"I know how close you and Duane are. Your mom mentioned more than once how much like twins you were and how inseparable you were as kids. I'll have to face the inevitable, but I don't have to like it."

"He's got a big dick and a nice ass!!" Dave sang, trying to get me to smile. It worked. I almost burst out laughing.

"Fuck you, you shithead. You'd sell out your own straight brother."

"Maybe, he's not so straight."

"WHAT!? So, now you're willing to talk about it? Why not earlier?"

"Mike, you've been totally honest with me. I think that while we're talkin' truth here, it's time to tell you a little story." I perked up. "Once upon a time...."

"Fuck you! Get on with it!" I insisted.

Dave smiled. "Once upon a time," Dave started again. I sighed. No way to get my way this time. "Duane and I were in high school. This was after we decided we couldn't play with each other's dick 'cause it was 'queer'. So, we starting going out with girls. Some of them were fun, some just wanted to be seen with us and others had something else in mind. Duane was the one who found the girl that de-virginized both of us. She was hot for Duane, but looked me over, too. Duane took her upstairs before Mom and Dad got home. She was the one who really talked him into it. When they got naked, Duane had a boner. She was very impressed with its size. Duane said that his brother, Dave, (whom she'd just met downstairs) had a bigger one. She jumped out of bed and called me upstairs. I walked through the door and she offered to do both of us." Dave paused and took a sip of his wine.

"And then?" I encouraged him.

"Dirty-minded faggot!"

"Flatterer."

"Well, she got on the bed and wanted to do me first, doggie style, while she sucked on Duane. So, I stuck it in her (none too gently--what'd I know about sex and making love, anyway?) and she jumped a foot trying to get away from it. That was my first clue that my dick was too big for most girls, but I just thought it was too fat. But, she told me to take it easy and not shove it all in and not all at once. I did it like she wanted it and she started sucking on Duane. I think I popped in less than a minute. It was great stuff! Then, Duane got around behind her and did her. He shot his load in about the same amount of time. We didn't even have the good sense to wear condoms. We weren't worried about makin' babies. Lord knows why! Then, I wanted to do it again and she agreed. We did it face to face this time and Duane sucked her tits for her. She sure loved that." Dave paused again and scoped out my crotch. It was as hard as his.

"She asked Duane if he'd ever eaten pussy before. He lied big time and said he'd done it lots of times. She pushed me off her and got into a 69 with him on the bottom. His dick disappeared down her throat and he started licking her cunt. I thought she was so hot for us, she was dripping pussy juice. Looking back on it, I think it was our cum she was leaking. Duane lapped it up and liked it. So, I licked her too from the other end.

"Well, I was still hard and wanted more pussy around my dick. I started fucking her again as Duane was eating her out. The more I fucked, the more his tongue missed her cunt and licked my dick and balls. From then on, there was a lot of sharing of girls, and Duane did a lot of licking pussy and my dick as it fucked cunt. More than once, I'd pull out before I shot and let Duane have it right in the mouth. I didn't want to make a baby and Duane always moved out of the way when I pulled out. He always moved a little too slowly though, and got at least one shot.

"After a while, it got to be a game with us. I'd pull out and he'd pretend to not get some in his mouth. Several times, the girl would tell us she was on the pill and I'd cum with my dick pulled almost all the way out, so Duane could lick her out and get all my cum. He and I'd switch places and do the same thing over again. I'd wind up licking up his cum, too."

"So, you think Duane might be available with the right enticement? How big is he anyway?" I asked.

"About your size. In fact, I think you're a lot alike. Same body size and type, dick size and type, same height and general weight. Yeah, you ARE a lot alike. Hmmm. Interesting Freudianism. Wonder if I see him in you and that's why the big attraction? Other than the black and white thing, you're very much alike. Interesting," he mused.

"Knock it off, Dave," I scolded him. "You can't be serious. Besides, what kind of limitations would you put on this wife loaning?"

"That's ugly," Dave commented. "But, close to the truth. Well, we'd have to have some kind of written agreement about who is responsible for the child even if I should be the genetic father. Duane never did trust me alone with his girlfriends, so I doubt if he is going to trust me alone with Carol. So," he brightened, "how about if I tell him that I'll do it only if you can be there, too!?"

"Shit! You can't be serious!"

"Sure I can. I don't think he'll go for it and the whole deal would be off."

"But, what if he thinks it's a reasonable accommodation?"

"Well, uh, what about you fuck me while I fuck her?"

"Dave! Would you get real? They'll never go for that. And you said it yourself, 'they'll know we're queers!'"

"Duane reads me like a book. I've already told you that. He'll have it all figured out within 15 minutes of meeting you and watching us interact."

"Sorry that I'm such an obvious homo!" I spat at him.

"That isn't what I meant. It isn't going to be you, it'll be us that will give it all away. No point in pretending anything else. He'd never buy it. Of course, the whole gay thing may shy him away from getting Carol and I together."

"He could always ask your other brothers."

Little Brother

"No! He's not as close to them and two of 'em are married already. Their wives would never agree to it. And Donnie, well, Donnie's too young."

"Donnie's 22. He's not too young. You mean he's too queer." Dave shot me a look of amazement. "Oh, don't give me such a look. I recognized him the first time I saw him here when your parents came over with him for dinner. He probably recognized me, too. Your little brother is a queer, Dave. He just didn't go through the whole denial thing that you did."

"Why didn't you say something? At least to me!"

"It wasn't appropriate when your parents were here and I didn't think about it after that. Besides, I've only seen him once at the bars. He could have been there by accident, or with a gay friend. He's a very liberated soul. You know that better than I do."

"But, what if he's gay?"

"You think Big Brother wouldn't approve?"

"No! The family'd have a collective coronary!"

"Dave, the whole damned family looks up to you as their shining star, especially your parents. And the rest of the boys have always been pushed to emulate you. They are all successes because they had a good example in you and your parents. Donnie's probably afraid his big brother wouldn't be able to accept a 'failure' in the family. Being queer isn't well received in the black culture. You've told me that yourself MANY times."

"Shit! That boy has to be talked to. I know the family looks up to me, but I didn't think any of them would look for my approval on something like that," Dave sighed. "Poor kid. He's probably still wondering how or even whether to tell me."

"So, call and fix it, Dave. You shouldn't let this one sit. We can talk about the Duane and Carol thing some other time. They are coming, aren't they?"

"Uh huh," Dave answered absently. "How should I start the conversation? He's still living at home and going to school. You knew he was going for his Master's?" I shook my head in agreement. "What do I do if Dad or Mom answer the phone?"

"Tell 'em you want to talk to Donnie. Seems simple to me."

Dave glared at me. How could I be so insensitive, his eyes said. Don't you understand anything, you white faggot?! But, it too passed and he smiled. "Yeah, why not?"

Dave dialed his parents' number. After a couple of rings, Donnie answered. He was glad to hear from Dave and explained that their parents were away at the movies.

"Look, Donnie," Dave started slowly, "when you were over here with Mom and Dad, did you, uh, what did you think of Mike?"

"Nice guy. Didn't think you were into white boys as roommates, though."

"He's not a roommate, Donnie."

"Oh?" Donnie asked innocently. "OH!" he finally added up the score. "I see."

"Donnie, is there something you want to tell me about you, now?"

Donnie laughed nervously. "Well, now that you bring it up, uh, am I reading this right that you and Kay have split and now the couple is Dave and Mike?"

"Uh huh."

"Then, it won't shock you too much if I tell you I have certain feelings in that direction, too."

"I've thought about you being gay a few times, but Mike confirmed it tonight."

"So, he's the one that told on me!"

"No, nothing like that. He thinks he saw you at the bars downtown."

"Black Barts," I whispered.

"Yeah, Black Barts, Donnie. Did you do anything about those feelings while you were in there?"

"No, not then."

"But, you have, though?"

"Uh huh."

"Donnie, if this is making you uncomfortable, we can talk about it some other time," Dave offered.

"No, uh, I just haven't been this open about it to anyone and I don't know what to say or how much to say."

"Donnie, would it help if you came over here or we came over there and talked? Mike has been through it all, and I'm still getting started. You're probably ahead of me in experience!"

"You sure you wouldn't mind? I'd love to talk to someone."

"Donnie, I don't want you to go through any more pain than you have to. One of these days we'll both have to explain it to Mom and Dad, plus our brothers. Together, we can do it. Now, where and when you wanna do this?"

"Ten minutes, your place? Mom and Dad will be home soon, and I don't wanna have to cut this off, if we are at a critical point," Donnie suggested.

"Fine. See you soon, my man," Dave smiled as he hung up the phone. "I'll be damned! I never thought it would happen. I always thought he could be queer, but it never went farther than a thought."

"So, how you gonna handle this, Big Bro?" I asked.

"I want you there. You can fill in the places I can't."

"Especially, that cute butt!"

"MIKE! You wouldn't?! Not to my baby brother!?"

"It's probably already been done. Stop worrying. Use parts of the conversation you used on your cousin. He's an adult now and you can't be there to protect him, anymore. Poor kid's had parents and four older brothers telling him what to do. No wonder he's queer." I jabbed my fist at Dave's shoulder. He knew I was kidding him. But, there was probably a little truth to it as well.

The ten minutes flew by. Donnie was at the door. Dave answered it. Dave's brother was wearing spandex pants (which showed his manhood, but not as much as Dave did) and a tee shirt. Donnie came in, took off his jacket and hugged his big brother with more love than I'd seen in ages. Dave was another daddy to Donnie. And the relief and pleasure of seeing each other again was evident in both of them.

Dave got him a glass of wine and we returned to the den. "So, you're the guy that got Dave to switch?" It was more of a ice breaker than a challenge.

"Donnie! What a question?" Dave snorted.

"I didn't mean it that way," he quickly apologized.

"Well, it wasn't Mike that did it. I did it," Dave answered him. "If it hadn't happened then, it would have soon thereafter. Mike was a great catalyst. And I don't regret a day of it."

"So, what shall we talk about?" Donnie asked innocently with a devilish grin. He had the same winning smile that Dave used on me.

"Well, you have Mike and I figured out, but we don't know what's going on with you. So, tell us about you."

"Nothing really to tell," Donnie began. Dave and I arched our eyebrows, not believing a word of it. "Well, maybe a little. Doug and I messed around a little when we were kids, but Doug is married now and I'm not."

"Doug is Donnie's twin," Dave reminded me.

"Yeah, I know. Keep going Donnie."

"Doug had girls swarming around him all the time and was always so comfortable with them. I was always so uneasy with women. Doug would get some girls interested in me (especially after he told them that I was hung bigger than him), we'd go to bed once and that was the end of it. I always thought it was because I wasn't any good in bed, so they'd dumped me. Doug was good enough to tell me after several failures that I was hung too big for the girls and my big dick hurt 'em."

"I can relate to that, Donnie," Dave agreed.

"And so can some other men that we know who've had the same experience as you, Donnie," I added. "They were hung too big for their girlfriends, but their boyfriends would sure sing their praises!"

"Yeah," Donnie agreed. "Men were and are easier to deal with and understand. And I had good friends in high school who liked to hang around together. We were a pretty nerdy bunch, but we all graduated top of the class. You remember Jim Hardesty, don't you, Dave?"

"Sure. He was in your class. I met him a couple of times when I was over at Mom and Dad's. Nice kid. He was a track star, wasn't he?"

"Yep, and class clown. But, he also got one of the highest scores on the SAT anyone ever got in the city. Well, Jim and I were VERY close." Our smiles spread quickly. We knew where this was going, but wanted to hear all the gory details.

"Jim and I spent a lot of time together as good friends. We did the sleep-over routine that all kids do, and that was all very innocent until we were Sophomores in high school. I'd been fucking a couple of the girls that Doug lined me up with, but that was going nowhere. Jim and I started talking about sex and hard cocks on one of those sleep-over nights," Donnie remembered with a big smile.

"It was the middle of winter and his bedroom was cold," he recalled. "We didn't think anything about sleeping in the same bed, 'cause we were such good friends. But, this time, we clung to each other for warmth. Within a few minutes, we were warm and our cocks were hot. A minute later we were feeling each other up and jacking each other off. It wasn't long before we were enjoying more than jacking each other off. That was about when I learned from Doug why the girls didn't go out with me again after they got laid by me. But, Jim loved my long, thick dick up his ass a lot and he thought I was a great lover. So, we kept at it like you guys probably do," he leered at us.

"You sound like a top, Donnie. Are you?" I asked.

"Mike! What a question to ask my baby brother!" Dave exploded.

Donnie smiled. "Both," he answered. "It depends on the man and my mood."

"That trait seems to run in the family," I observed, smiling at my lover, Dave.

"You're shittin' me! My big brother takes it up the butt?" Donnie asked incredulously.

I looked to Dave for confirmation. "Well, ya see," Dave started, "Mike has a special way of treating me and I, uh...," Dave stammered to a close.

"What he's saying, Donnie, is that you can't read a book by its cover and your big brother enjoys cock up the ass as much as he enjoys being on the giving end. And he has a LOT to give!" I revealed.

"I'd heard that from Duane."

"Duane told you I have a big dick?" Dave was overwhelmed that his brothers would talk about such things with each other. He'd never said anything like that to any of them.

"Yep. He also said you tasted pretty good, too."

"Now, how in the hell did that come up in polite conversation?" Dave asked still not believing what he was hearing. "You gotta be makin' this up!"

"Dave, innocence is not one of our brother Duane's virtues. He and I've fucked around several times. During those steamy sessions, the conversation got around to certain subjects and you came up. He said you and I compared pretty well," Donnie concluded.

"No shit?" I burst in. "You got one as big as Dave's?"

"That's what I hear," Donnie confirmed.

"Damn! That's a real big one," I whistled.

"Size queen!" Dave laughed.

"Thank you," Donnie and I said at the same time. That caused sustained laughter from all of us.

After a few more minutes of discovery about Donnie's "sordid" past, he said, "I was hoping you invited me over to do more than discuss what I already knew about you and Mike. I want to find out if Duane was right about you, Dave."

"You horny fucker," Dave smiled, shaking his head.

"Yes, I am. Wanna find out how horny?"

"Uh, gee, Donnie, I, uh, hadn't thought of you in sexual terms. You're my brother!"

"Well, I've thought about you, Donnie," I admitted. "Ever since I thought I saw you at Black Barts. If you don't want to dehorn him, Dave, I'll be happy to."

"Done," agreed Donnie. "I love fucking with white boys. Most of them fuck really good. Most black men just get it on and get off. I like more 'before and after'!"

"I'm not about to allow my lover to have his way with my little brother," Dave announced, "without being there to protect him," he added smiling. "What'd you have in mind, Donnie?"

"Just the garden variety stuff--sucking, fucking, rimming, drinking cum. You know, queer stuff!" Donnie outlined laughing.

"Come with me, young man," I directed. "Have I got a deal for you!" I turned to Dave. "Coming?"

"Any way I can!" Dave promised, biting hard on the play on words. "Lead the way, Mike. I'd like to enjoy the view from behind my little brother. Now, I can look at it from a new perspective. Nice ass, Bro!"

"Thanks. Planning on eating it for me?"

"And more, if you're willing."

"You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this," Donnie tossed over his shoulder. "After Duane told me how hung and delicious you are, I wanted to have sex with my big brother. What makes it even better," he added patting my ass, "is the chance to see what it is that my big brother likes in white men. I've had a few myself and liked most of 'em. Course, I like all big cocks and tight asses," he added rubbing my ass with both his hands.

We rinsed off in the oversized shower, playing a little "grab ass", but reserving the more serious dick probing for the bed. After toweling off, Dave escorted his little brother to the bed. He took charge of the pairings saying that Donnie was our guest and should determine what happened next.

"Only too glad to," Donnie beamed. "I wanna feel that big dick of your's up my butt, big brother, but I gotta have a piece of that tight ass that you love to plow, too. Mike, what position do you want to be in when you take my hard cock up your butt?"

"With Dave's dick up your ass, that limits my choices. However, I'll go with my legs in the air. Maybe, I won't cum so fast and I'll get a chance at your ass, too, Donnie."

"Flatterer. I may have decided this wrong," Donnie observed squeezing my fat, long dick. "Looks like Duane's, except for the color, of course."

"Really?" I asked. More information about our guest for next week. I'd file that away for future reference.

"Yeah. In fact, you're a lot like Duane in many ways. You should meet him sometime. You'll like him," Donnie said looking at Dave. "Dave? Don't you think Mike and Duane have a lot in common?"

"Besides the fact that they both like my cum and have similar builds?" Dave laughed.

"So, it's true then. Duane did suck your dick!"

"No, Donnie. He only ran his tongue over it 'by accident' when he was eating out some girl I was fucking. We did a lot of three ways when we were in high school and college. I never thought much about it. But, I mentioned to Mike just a little bit ago that Duane and he do have a lot in common."

"Enough chatter," Donnie pronounced. "Let's fuck. I've changed my mind. I wanna suck both of you off, but have both of you fuck me, too. Mike, you go first in my asshole while I fuck Dave. Try to hold off long enough that you can switch and cum in my mouth while Dave fucks me. Then, Dave can cum in my mouth and you can share my cum, if you're cum drinkers, that is."

"Oh, yes," Dave agreed. "We love cum. And, tight butts. Sure hope you still have one, Donnie."

"With this cock," he said waving his nearly perfect 11" at us, "I don't get to be bottom very often. So, my ass is pretty tight. That's one of the reasons I want Mike to fuck me first. Your ass ripper is too big for me to take without lots of preparation, Dave," he said stroking Dave's monster meat.

"You aren't exactly tiny yourself, Donnie," Dave noticed. "And I think I'd like to get it in the ass on my stomach. Mike can tell you how much I like being covered by a hot man when I'm being fucked. Doggie style is probably our favorite, though, when it's just the two of us."

"He's right, Donnie," I agreed. "But watch him. He'll milk the cum right out of your balls if you let him."

Donnie smiled as he grabbed some lube for his big brother's black marble ass. It was wonderfully muscular. The fuckhole was deeply buried between those granite cheeks. Donnie pried them apart with Dave's assistance. Deciding against an immediate impaling, Donnie moved his lips closer to Dave's hole. His tongue darted out and hit the center of his target's butthole.

Dave clenched at the suddenness of the attack, but quickly recovered. He relaxed again and pulled his melon globes apart. Donnie dove in with gusto. Dave groaned at the assault. Donnie was an accomplished ass eater and Dave an appreciater of his brother's talents.

With his ass in the air and his tongue up Dave's love channel, Donnie was too tempting a prize for me to ignore. My hands gently caressed his slim hips and firm ass. It was smaller than Dave's, but probably protected it's center as well as Dave's did.

Donnie surmised in an instant what I wanted to do. He relaxed his love tunnel entrance and the surrounding muscles. My hands moved the luscious, black orbs aside. I espied a needful, winking, black hole. With unerring accuracy, my oral digit raced between Donnie's ass cheeks and speared his opening. He sighed and pushed back into my face. That action spread his cheeks wider and gave me a greater area to tongue. I concentrated on getting my tongue in as deeply as I could.

Donnie and I dined on asshole for several minutes. Alternating between probing the holes deeply and rimming the edges, Donnie and I ate ass. But soon, Donnie decided that he'd better fuck his brother's ass before he squirted cum into my pistoning hand that grasped his cock. Donnie's dick was as long as Dave's, but not quite as thick. It was as hard as obsidian with the wicked curve of an Arabian knife. It even had the same thick root that Dave's did, but Dave's had a bigger head.

His condomed cock slid effortlessly into his big brother. Dave moaned softly, almost purring. Donnie rested atop Dave and ground in the last inch of prick.

"Fuck! Yes!" Dave whispered. "What a great cock! Damn that hits my spots!"

Donnie only ground it in again and looked over his right shoulder at me. He nodded a signal for me to mount him. I eagerly obeyed.

Remembering that Donnie mentioned he didn't get fucked very often, I squeezed the head of my dick to make it smaller and slowly entered him about two inches. He tensed a moment, then relaxed. My cockhead expanded in the orifice as I plowed another four inches forward. My partner pushed back into me (or pulled out for another stab into Dave's butthole). In either case, Donnie had managed to get almost all of my dick in his hole.

My last, grinding inch was still not buried. I rode him for a few thrusts into Dave. When Donnie slowly ground into Dave again, I twisted my last inch into Donnie. He whimpered. I wasn't sure if it was because I was getting too deep or he was enjoying Dave. If Dave was milking his dick for him, Donnie wasn't feeling my cock up his butt.

I pulled out several inches making sure I was hitting his prostate. Setting up a fucking rhythm and depth that I knew would ravage his joy button, I tried to hold off my climax. Donnie was very tight, so it wasn't easy. I was trying to be the perfect host by abiding by my guests wishes, but I wasn't going to be able to hold out much long. Gratefully, Donnie decided it was time to switch places.

Dave moved to my place behind Donnie and I lubed my ass for Donnie's long, curved fuckpole. With that monster prick of his up my asshole, I knew the chances of me cumming too soon were very high. I rolled up on to my shoulders facing him. That should get him deeply into me (which both of us wanted) and still give him a chance to suck me off if I came before he was ready for me.

Donnie pulled my ass down on to the bed and inserted his prick. It felt so much like Dave's. I didn't even notice that it was thinner. It felt like a granite plunger. The head on his dick raced repeatedly over my prostate. This was meant to be enjoyed. I gave myself over completely to the pleasures.

Concentrating on the electric shocks racing through my horny ass, I released my jerking cock. Donnie's horse cock had a better curve to it than Dave's did for driving me to a climax. Maybe it was the angle of the cockhead. To my prostate and churning balls, it made no difference. His repeated hammerings were walking me closer with each thrust to a shattering climax. Trying to hold off, I consciously ignored my begging prick.

"Fuck me, Donnie! Oh, Fuck ME!" I hoarsely whispered. "Fuck ME!! Shit, YES!! I'm CUMMING!! Fuck me, MAN!" My urgent tone alerted Donnie to go down on me now or miss getting a mouthful of my hot, creamy cum.

Donnie grabbed my dick and gave it one stroke. That contact immediately triggered my climax. Wave after wave of scalding cum soared from my swollen member. Donnie had only barely made it in time. His lips closed over the end of my dick as the first volley fired into his eager mouth. Swallowing several times to get all of my cum down his throat, he stroked my dick to a frenzy.

My dick's sensitive nerve endings were begging him to stop, but my balls continue to empty and pour cum into his sucking lips. The nerve endings finally won. I pulled my dick from his hand and lips.

"Stop! You're driving me crazy," I laughed.

"Fucking great cum, Mike! Want an ass full of my cum, now?"

"Fuck, YES!" I answered him.

"Take it then, big man!"

He rolled me on to my stomach and nailed my ass to the bed. Dave followed along behind him.

Dave's superior weight and position dictated the speed of the fucking. Donnie in the middle was along for the ride. His butt was being rammed hard and I was trying to milk him as best I could from the front.

I clamped down hard and held him inside me. Dave plowed repeatedly into him. I felt the unmistakable swell of Donnie's cockhead and knew he was ready to unload. Releasing my ass grip on his cock for only a moment, I allowed him to withdraw for one final plunge. He made it worthwhile for all of us. His butt clamped down hard on Dave as his cock rode my butt to a quivering climax. Like Dave, at the point of a heavy climax, he lost control of his voluntary muscles. He lay on my back and thrashed as his hips pistoned in a wild array of circles and thrusts.

Dave followed his younger brother by about ten seconds, long enough to fuck into a frenzy his brother's screaming prostate as it unloaded into my grasping butt. As Donnie's nearly uncontrolled humping subsided, Dave's began. Monosyllables like "fuck" and "tight" escaped his lips as his horsecock slammed into his little brother. Dave's cock erupted over and over with shots of his liquid, creamy offering. Donnie's butthole drank it in with enthusiasm.

As the last waves of pleasure swept over Dave and his monster cock shot a final volley into the condom in Donnie's asshole, the happy trio slipped sideways, releasing me from the heavy weight of the two men on me. Still connected, we rested for several moments before anyone spoke.

"That was the hottest fuck I've ever had," Donnie finally said. "I'll bet sex between you two is incredible!"

"We like it," Dave admitted with a lazy smile.

"Very much," I agreed. Wriggling my ass on Donnie's dick, I could feel it wilt even more. "Don't lose your condom. I was promised a hot drink from it."

Donnie pulled out and stripped the condom from his half deflated prick. It was still formidable at 6". He handed me the condom with the white contents at the tip. I felt its warmth.

"Hey!" Dave said loudly. "Save some of that for me."

I tipped it up and let some of it run between my lips. Pronouncing it very good, I passed it over to Dave. He agreed after sampling. "Damn good" was what he declared.

"How about your cum sample, Dave?" Donnie asked. "Don't I get some?"

"I was leaving it in to collect it all," Dave replied.

"He dribbles a lot after he cums," I clarified.

"Oh. Well, you could give me the condom now, and I could clean up the rest right from the faucet!"

Dave couldn't disagree with that. He slowly pulled his dick out of Donnie's well-fucked hole, gently stripped it off and handed it to his brother. I decided Donnie's idea was a good one, so I swooped down on his dick and caught a couple of lingering cum drops on the tip of Donnie's cock. It surprised him, but he didn't seem to mind.

Finishing the contents of the condom, Donnie turned and sucked up several inches of Dave's slowly wilting dick. It was still 7" or more long, but Donnie took it all anyway. Using his hands to help strip all the cum from Dave's urethra, Donnie was rewarded with several more drops of Dave's delicious man juice. I did the same from Donnie's dick.

The delightful consequence of sucking Donnie's dick was not just getting more of his cum, but I succeeded in getting it hard again. He sure was related to Dave. He didn't seem to have an off button, either.

"I could fuck like this for hours. It always takes me a while to get more cum generated and get a climax going, but I can keep it hard for a long time after I've cum," Donnie bragged. He was probably right. At his age (22), it was very likely. "Whatta ya think, big brother? Do I pass?"

"Hell, yes! You make me proud!"

"And me sore," I added rubbing my ass and my jaw with different hands. "You and Dave are quite a pair. I wouldn't mind entertaining both of you, all the time, too. But, one at a time, please. You guys are just too big for a queer like me to handle in one session. But, I'd sure give it a try." Dave looked hurt. "Don't worry, Sugar. You can't get rid of me that easily. There are too many other reasons I want to keep you around."

"Shit!" Donnie exclaimed. "I sure wish I had a great relationship like yours. I need one."

"It'll come. You just have to kiss a lot of frogs before you meet your prince," I added. "What kind of a man are you looking for? Race, for instance?"

"Nothing particular that I'm aware of," Donnie said thoughtfully. "I just want a man that I can be with and make a life with. Of course, great sex is near the top of the list, too."

We talked for several more minutes, telling Donnie how Dave and I met and how I "seduced" him.

"Well, it's getting late and tomorrow is 'school' again," Dave said. "Old men like us need our beauty rest, Donnie."

"Not that I can see. You're both studs. I'd love to do this again. Anytime!"

Donnie left the bed and got dressed. We ushered him to the front door without putting our own clothes on. After all, we were going right back to bed. Dave mentioned the "auditions" at the Black Bart on Saturday and suggested that Donnie might want to check them out even if he didn't want to be in a porno film. He could very well find his man among that crowd.

With reluctance, but satisfaction (and cum) on his lips, Donnie bid us good night. Dave and I stumbled into bed.

"What a hot fucker your little brother is," I said sleepily. "Hope he comes over more often. Besides, he's a helluva great kid."

"What a day. One brother wants me to fuck his wife and another one fucks my butt!" Dave remembered.

Early the next morning (before the alarm went off), I rolled Dave on to his stomach and fucked him. He loved it! He told me again when we were finished and I was still on his back how much he loved me and loved to have me fuck him like this. We didn't disconnect until the alarm awoke us from a catnap. Time to face another day.

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