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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 31--The Bachelor Party

During the night, Dave's dick had slipped out of my ass, the "wet spot" was no longer wet, and both of us had sore butts from the heavy fucking we'd sustained the night before. We rose, roused the "sleeping beauties" from the next room, showered, and made breakfast. After breakfast, Duane reminded Dave of the bachelor party they had for Duane before he married Carol.

"Yeah, that was some party. I had such a hangover the next day," Dave chuckled. "Damned good thing the wedding wasn't for another week. I never would have made it."

"And remember the stripper?" Duane pressed.

"How could I ever forget her! She got more than a little carried away with her tantalizing. I still remember how she got both of us off," Dave smiled.

"And that guy that was her bodyguard and boyfriend?" Duane grinned. "The guy had to be a body builder with some bouncer experience. He sure was massive, but what I remember most about him was how hot he got while she was rubbing herself on us."

"Yeah, and his dick was so small!" Dave laughed. "No wonder she got carried away when she saw what you and I were packin', Duane."

"Remember what he said when they first got there?" Dave smirked.

"Yeah. Something about 'no penetration and no touching' and, uh, oh yeah, 'keep your shorts on!'. I think she trashed most of those prohibitions after less than 10 minutes. That gal had more fun with you, Dave."

"Well, it was supposed to be your party and she was spending most of her time rubbing against my hard dick. So I kept trying to get her to go over to you and mess around with you instead. She sat on my face before I could stop her."

"She what?" Donnie and I blurted out.

Dave and Duane laughed at us. "You see," Dave explained, "a friend of a friend told me about this wild woman that he knew who was a stripper at one of the clubs downtown. He said she would go all the way down to nothing, and work over the 'guest of honor' enough to get him to cum in his shorts. But, she never went all the way and her boyfriend made sure that you didn't cop a feel or try to fuck her. I told the guy that we only wanted to show Duane a good time, not get him laid. The price was right, so I went for it.

"There were about 10 of us there when she arrived. She started out dancing and stripping out of her clothes. She wanted all of us to do the same. Of course, the boyfriend reminded all of us (frequently) that we couldn't go any farther than our shorts and couldn't touch the 'merchandise'.

"She was a good-looking lady with a very nice body and big tits. She moved around the room tantalizing all of the guys into hard-ons. I had on cut-offs and nothing underneath. And you know how eager 'junior' is to stick out my pants leg when he gets hard."

We smiled knowingly. Dave's cock was always snaking down one leg or the other trying to get out.

"Well, she got down to nothin' in no time and was sittin' on everyone's lap, rubbing her twat against their dicks. A couple of the guys fired off before she got around to Duane and I. As the bridegroom, Duane was going to be the last guy to enjoy her talents and her best-simulated fuck. The way she was carryin' on, three of the guys had shot their loads when she started to sit on their faces. She never really did it, but it was close enough to get them off.

"That left three others that she worked on by brushing her cunt against their mouths. If any of them had stuck their tongues out, I'm sure they got a mouthful of pussy juice and bush. But, she'd get them breathing real hard and then rub her twat on their shorts-encased cocks. As I remember, they all had big dicks that stuck out over the tops of their shorts."

Duane nodded in agreement. His crotch was bulging at the memory. Dave's was, too. Donnie had moved his hand over to my crotch to be sure that my dick was hard as well. He wasn't disappointed.

"Anyway, as she rubbed her cunt up and down their dicks, she got them wet and hot enough to cum. All three of them fired off, shooting cum into her bush. With her back to her boyfriend, he couldn't tell that she was picking up cum as she went. He must have thought that she was getting them all off in their shorts like she usually did. By the time she got off the guys, their dicks had receded enough to be back in their shorts.

"When she got to me, cum was dripping from her pussy hairs. She smiled at me and looked at my crotch. The head of my dick was sticking out of the left pants leg. It was big and long (which you already know)."

"Yeah," I agreed. "My butt sure knows!"

"And mine," chimed in Duane.

"And mine," added Donnie. "Biggest fuckin' dick I've ever had."

"So," he continued, ignoring us, "she starts waving her twat in my face and gets so close that I can smell the cum in her bush. I stick out my tongue like I'm going to lick her cunt and she presses my face into the cum. I didn't hesitate. That surprised her. It also got her hotter because she started pushing my mouth lower toward her parted twat lips. I dipped the tip of my tongue in a couple of time. That hit her hard. Before I knew it had happened, she rammed her cunt onto my mouth when my tongue flicked out again. I went deep, located her magic button and sucked her pussy for several seconds.

"She started to shudder like she was about to climax. One of the other guys spoke (which interrupted our concentration) and she backed off. Fire was still in her eyes as she sank down to my crotch and rubbed against my dick. How her boyfriend didn't see this, I'll never know. But, she would move my pants leg up a little bit each time she rubbed against my straddled leg and expose more of my dick shaft.

"By now, she had more than 8" of it exposed and was riding it hard. I was hot for twat then, so I jerked my dick the next time she pushed herself over the top of it. The added elevation was just enough to change the pattern. My juice-slickened cockhead entered her, followed by another three inches of my prick. She was driving so hard to get me to cum that her speed impaled her. But, her speed also pulled her off just as quickly.

"She gasped at the rapid invasion and exit. She probably hadn't had a dick that size in her before, judging from the size of the dick her boyfriend was playing with in his own pants. But, she sure seemed to like it. She resumed her rubbing after only a momentary pause. Every third or fourth thrust, she'd bear down hard and my dick would race inside her. She moved up farther on to my lap to get even more of it in.

"My breathing was giving away the fact that I was about ready to cum. She pressed against me again and I entered her. She didn't pull off of me after I entered her this time, but kept up the hot fuck for half a dozen more thrusts. She squeezed down with her muscles and tightened around my prick. You know what that does to me!"

We all nodded, anxiously awaiting the "climax" of the story.

"Just as my climax started to hit me, I rammed hard into her. She knew I was cumming and pulled away. My first shot hit her square in her open pussy. Her bush deflected some of it, but not much. But, I was so hot, I'm sure I shot cum into her before my second shot hit hard. She rubbed me with her labia until my climax ebbed and finally stopped. Of course, I was still leaking cum, but the big show was over. I had cum ropes clear down to my knee and quite a bit on her butt and pussy."

"She gave me a little kiss on the cheek and whispered she wanted to see me 'alone', and very soon. As she moved over to Duane, she smiled and winked at me. I wasn't sure I'd understood her whispered desire, but I sure did after that. Now, it was Duane's turn. She got him on to the floor with his shorts still on. But, Duane should tell this part."

"Well, she pulled me out of my chair and on to the floor. My cock was hard as steel and pushing away the top of my shorts. The head of it was sticking out. Her boyfriend was sitting behind her, so he still couldn't see what she was really doing. And I think he was more interested in Dave's big, leaking dick than the backside of his girlfriend."

"Yeah," Dave mused. "I noticed him looking at me a lot. I thought maybe he'd figured out that she'd fucked me, but didn't know who to prove it. But, he did look at my dick a lot. I thought it was because that was the 'weapon' that had fucked his girlfriend, but Duane's probably right. He sure had a great ass and body, even though his dick was small. Maybe, he secretly was jealous of her pussy getting a ride on my dick!" We laughed.

"So, she moves up to my face," Duane continued, "and didn't even make a pretense of pretending to simulate anything. She spread her legs and sat on my mouth. I could taste the cum that Dave had shot into her and cum from the other guys who'd fired into her bush. Well, she moved around enough to get my tongue deeply into her like Dave did and I licked away at her button.

"She shuddered a couple of times, but didn't start a climax until she moved down to my dick and straddled me. She did the same thing with me as she did to Dave. Each thrust of his pussy moved my shorts lower and my dick closer to entering her. Almost like it had a mind of its own, my prick jumped and entered her. Dave had paved the way and she took all of me. She pulled off immediately and smiled at me.

"The other guys were watching and couldn't believe what they'd seen. They stared with even more interest now, wondering if they'd see it again. She rubbed again like she had with them, still with no penetration. Her breathing told me she was getting hot and would soon climax. She shuddered more frequently, then nearly uncontrollably. Pressing down on me, she speared herself all the way and rode me to the end of her climax.

"The guys just stared at the point where she and I joined. They rubbed their spent, but expanding dicks. This was a show they didn't want to miss. Her twat was squeezing me and rubbing my dick just right. I was all set to fire and she knew it. She pulled off me, but resumed rubbing it between her labia. I hit my climax as she pushed back onto me. My dick jumped and entered her as I shot hard and then again. She was so startled that I'd entered her again that she didn't pull away. When it finally occurred to her that I was shooting cum into her, she pulled off and let my dick spray cum all over her belly and bush.

"If her boyfriend hadn't been so busy shooting his own load with his eyes closed, he would have seen my firing dick exit her twat. But, he didn't. I'm sure I'd have been mincemeat if he had," Duane laughed as he ended the tale.

"Did you ever follow up on her invitation?" I asked Dave.

"Uh huh. Called her the next week," he revealed. "Like I've told you, my experience with women was that my dick was always too long and big for them. When she took so much of me and loved it, I thought that I'd found one who could take it all. So, we met and went right to bed. I worked her over with lots of foreplay before I entered her. But, it was the same old story. I'd get in about 10" and she'd tense up because it was too big. I finished the fuck and squirted a full load of cum in her. After the bachelor party when both Duane and I shot cum in her, I knew she had to be on the pill or didn't care about guys cumming in her. I'm sure her boyfriend would have disagreed, but he was too stupid or blind to see it. Never saw her again. She wasn't that good, anyway."

"Damn!" exclaimed Donnie. "Wish I hadn't been so young. I'd have loved to have been part of that bachelor party. I've never seen a real pussy, let alone eaten one or fucked it."

"Never?" Duane asked astonished.

"Except porno movies, never," Donnie affirmed. "Never for real, anyway."

"Most gay boys don't," I interjected. "It's only the perverts like Dave and I who figured it out too late to stay away from that stuff. So, cut your brother a little slack, Duane."

"That's still pretty amazing," Duane allowed. "But, maybe he's better off without such things fogging up his brain."

"Well, I for one don't regret having done it with women," Dave said almost defensively. "I only wish that I'd started with men earlier," he added giving me a squeeze. "Wanna fuck?"

Dave and Duane's tale had gotten us all hard. "Sure," I agreed, "as long as it's your butt that gets my prick."

"Do it like last night, then," Dave insisted.

"Sure," I agreed again.

We left Duane and Donnie to fend for themselves as we went back to our bedroom. No sooner had we shut our bedroom door than we heard Donnie and Duane move into the bedroom they'd shared the night before.

After half an hour of fucking and noise from both rooms, the showers were turned on for another quick rinse. As Dave and I picked up the Sunday paper, Dave's brothers joined us in the living room. They'd shared each others bodies again and seemed to enjoy them more with each climax.

Donnie made his excuses about a test coming up for which he should study, and departed. Duane regaled us with tales of getting it in the ass a couple more times from his little brother last night and once again a few minutes ago. But, Donnie wasn't getting away without an ass full of Duane's cum, too. In the half hour upstairs, they'd traded hot fucks.

Duane was really "sold" on hot, big cock! And Donnie had a great one for sucking and getting fucked. Dave was even more worried about Duane making the "switch". This "making babies" weekend was becoming less of a good idea, but Dave didn't bring up the topic again. I could tell by his eyes and his body language that Dave wasn't pleased with the double standard that Duane was living with Carol.

Early Experience

About noon, Carol arrived from her sister's. She was full of good cheer and news about her sister and family (although she didn't mention her brother-in-law once).

Their plane was scheduled to depart about three, so the rest of the early afternoon was spent packing up their clothes and trying to get us to commit to a trip to California to see them soon. Duane especially pressed the point. He was hot to get into our pants again. I finally volunteered that we'd be down in nine months after our nephew was born. We good-naturedly argued over the gender of the child. The tension was broken and it was finally settled that we'd be in California before winter.

However, Dave really needed to have some private words with Duane about this weekend and especially about the men he'd been fucking with. I got Carol away for a few minutes into the backyard. We'd been trying to get Mexican Fan palms to grow there, but not very successfully. Carol was something of an amateur expert about their cultivation, so I was full of questions.

This gave Dave the time he needed to talk to his brother. When they joined Carol and I, they were both smiling. I was pleased that they had worked out something to their mutual satisfaction. Carol didn't need to be part of this conspiracy of silence, even if she were the point of it.

By two o'clock, we left for the airport. We waited for their plane to leave before we headed for home. Duane managed to suck us both off in the men's room while Carol read a magazine in the waiting area. I was reluctant to get it on with Duane after Dave had been so concerned about his brother's fixation with pricks. But, Dave assured me that he and Duane had an understanding of what was going on with Duane. Besides, Dave liked the danger of sex in a public place.

I was look-out for them while Dave was being serviced and Dave for me while I was shooting cum down Duane's throat. Duane was very insistent that I fuck him again before he left, but I reminded him that I didn't fuck without rubbers and neither of us had one. So, he settled for sucking me off like he did his brother.

Carol and Duane left on time. Dave and I were pleased to have them for company. Carol was a hot woman and Duane was a stud. Sex with both of them was a wonderful experience, but Dave was what I liked best.

When we got home, Dave told me about his conversation with Duane. He said that Duane knew exactly what he was doing. He was doing his two brothers and his brother's lover. That was not an indication he wanted to do the whole male population of the world. He loved Carol and wanted to have children with her. He also loved his brothers very much and was now closer to them than at any time. Sex with them was incredibly good and he wouldn't mind having it all the time with them. But, they were family (including me), so that was why he had sex with them. That, and they both had big dicks for his tight hole!

After getting home, we fussed around with cleaning for a while and puttered in the yard. By six, we were ready for dinner and bed. Dinner was simple and quick. Remembering Dave and Duane's graphic description of the bachelor party, I smiled at him.

"What gives?" he asked.

"Oh, I was only remembering your story about the bachelor party. That was pretty incredible," I responded.

"Well, if you'd been there, it would have been more than incredible. There just aren't words to explain that kind of a sexual orgy without being there. By the way, that reminiscence reminded me that I haven't ever heard anything about your early sex life. We've got the rest of the evening, so tell me something," he added with a leer.

"It's a long story," I replied with a yawn, "and I'd rather go to bed after the non-stop sex we've had this weekend."

"You're not getting off that easily. I'll agree about the need for bed and the non-stop sex, but I want to hear about your early sex life."

"Okay, okay. But, only if you promise not to fall asleep while I'm telling it."

"Not much chance of that. It'll probably have me so stimulated that I'll want to fuck your asshole for you."

"Not this cherry little butt. I'm still sore from last night's fucking."

"Are you trying to tell me that you'd turn this down if offered?" Dave teased grasping his crotch and waving his shorts encased dick at me.

"Well, maybe I spoke too soon," I smiled. "We'll see."

"YES! Now, tell me a story, Daddy," Dave smiled with a wink.

I started the story as we headed up the staircase. It was only eight o'clock, but I was tired and needed bed rest. Dave was only too willing to tuck me into bed if I'd tell him a sexy story. Tired as I was, Dave was going to fuck me before the night was over. That much was certain. My story would inspire him more than I could resist.

"Once upon a time," I began with a smile which Dave appreciated, "there was a young man named Mike. He was the typically curious guy who was insatiable about sex. He especially liked to be around other young men who talked about sex. And one very close friend who had been helping him jack off since both of them were about 8 years old. Of course, neither of them would squirt cum then, but by their early teens, both boys were producing daily gushers.

"However, by the time they were starting high school, Mike's friend's family moved away. He was heart-broken and undeniably horny as a result. But, he threw his energies into his studies and into trying out for the track team. His long legs should easily carry him over the hurdles in near record times, he thought. He didn't anticipate the fierce competition from the more experienced and older boys. After all, he was just a freshman and he was competing against guys clear up to their senior year. But, the coaches saw potential in him and kept him on the team. One of the older guys, a junior, was also a hurdler.

"Jeff was a black guy..."

"A black guy! That figures," Dave interrupted.

"You expected something else?" I asked rhetorically. Dave shook his head negatively and smiled. "As I was saying, Jeff was about Mike's height at nearly 6', but built more muscularly due more to his age than his genetics. They had competed and trained on several occasions, but they didn't seem to hit it off very well. The head coach pulled them aside one day and told them to stop competing against each other and more against the opposing teams. He pointed out that Mike could learn a lot from the more experienced man and Jeff could learn from Mike's jackrabbit starts from the blocks.

"As if seeing each other for the first time, Mike and Jeff warily at first, but more eagerly as the practice session passed, found that they had much in common and could, in fact, learn much from each other."

"If you don't mind, Dave, this third person stuff is wearing on me. I'm gonna just tell you what happened."

"About time. But, DON'T leave out any details!"

"I started showing him how I got such quick starts. He said he did the same thing, but actually, his form was awful. I demonstrated by making him get down in the blocks and show me how he started. I said, 'Ready, set,' and then pushed gently forward on his ass with both hands. That was one tight, muscular butt on that black kid.

"But, my push served a purpose (other than the prurient one you're thinking of, Dave). He toppled over, nearly landing on his face. 'Hey! Why the fuck did you do that,' Jeff asked me. 'Well,' I said, 'I was showing you that you aren't starting out right. You get into the blocks well, but when you raise up at "set", you raise too high. The angle of attack toward the track is down instead of ahead. Consequently, you're burning energy and time trying to right yourself instead of burning up distance down the track.'

"He said that he always considered it awkward, but thought it was supposed to feel that way. I assured him it wasn't, but that he was so damned fast over the hurdles and in the flat that he was almost always able to make up the time.

"I got him to set up again, said 'ready, set,' and stopped him. I told him he was still too high and pushed his ass downward with both hands. I was beginning to like this more than I should have, but I did have another purpose. He allowed me to position him and I told him to put more spring in his knees and allow his legs to drive him out of the blocks rather than struggling to right himself. We tried several times until his form looked right and he was feeling better about the awkward change from his regular stance.

"Then, I demonstrated a few more times the angle of my back to the ground and the angle of my thighs to calves in the set position. More than once, I corrected him when he didn't need that much correction, but I was enjoying the touch of his steely, tensed muscles. For about half an hour, we practiced and practiced. He was doing very well and nearly catching me with my fast starts. I was thinking I had trained him too well.

"I reminded him that I was supposed to learn something from him as well. He smiled at me with a leer that I didn't understand at the time as he sized me up. But, he quickly got serious and suggested a couple of stride changes I should make. However, the most important change was in my hurdling. I was leaping over the hurdles instead of running over them. Jeff coached and coached, trying to show me how to run the hurdles instead of what I'd been doing. This was difficult for me to change. I wasn't leaning into them enough, which caused me to jump instead of run over them.

"By the time I was doing what he wanted me to, the rest of the team was already off the practice field and in the showers. One of the coaches had yelled at us that the practice was over, but we continued telling him we'd only be a few more minutes. That time stretched to another half-hour. When we finally called it a day, most of the dressing area was deserted and the last guys were dressing.

"Jeff and I went into the showers and let the hot water run until steam was boiling through the archway. The hot water relaxed us both, but especially relaxed Jeff's dick. It was a nice 5" soft. I was only 15 and he was 17. At that age (you'll remember), your dick got hard all the time and for no reason."

"Yeah, I remember," Dave sighed knowingly.

"This time was no exception," I continued. "Just looking at Jeff's muscular body got my nuts boiling and my dick started to lengthen. I turned around to keep my thickening dick from embarrassing me. Stealing glances over my shoulder, it wasn't difficult to see that Jeff was enjoying the view of my ass. His dick was visibly lengthening and straightening. 'Down, Junior,' he said to his dick, but it didn't do any good. 'It gets this way for no reason,' he smiled looking at my ass. 'Yeah. I know what you mean,' I replied, but didn't dare turn around. I had a real boner going. It was a full 8" long and about as thick as it gets now. I wasn't about to let him see that I was getting a hard-on just because I was looking at his dick.

"He changed the topic to hurdling and that got my mind working on something other than his body and dick, and my hard-on went down. His did, too. I was able to face him again, but noticed that he was casting glances at my dick all the time. My cock was shorter, but not appreciably thinner. His started to expand again, so I quickly shut off my shower and started to dry. I knew I'd get a hard-on again if I didn't get away from that gorgeous cock of his.

"He turned his shower off as well and snared a towel from the stack next to me. We dried with idle chatter and went to our separate locker aisles. As I finished drying in front of my locker, Jeff walked up. He thanked me again for the help during practice. I sat down to dry my feet and lower legs. He raised one of his legs onto the bench I was sitting, and rubbed the towel over that leg. His towel moved to his crotch and dried it again. As I sat up straighter, he leaned into me a little.

"'You got a good body and long legs, Mike. You'll do well at track,' Jeff said to me. 'Thanks. I hope I do.' His dick touched my shoulder when he moved to dry his other leg. The closeness and the touch was all it took. My dick almost instantly sprang up to its full length and thickness. 'And, you gotta nice, big dick, too,' he added with a smile. But, because I was sitting, he couldn't tell how long it got, just its thickness. 'I noticed it in the showers, as well,' he leered again. Maybe he does know how long it gets, I thought. 'Like I said,' Jeff smiled, 'ol' junior jumps up when you least expect it. Besides, a big dick like yours isn't easy to hide even when your back is turned.'

"'Shit,' I said exasperated.

"'Don't worry about it,' he replied. 'Happens to me all the time and usually at a most embarrassing time, like in the showers with other guys around.' I turned and looked up at him. He was smiling at me with that same leer I got on the track. He also checked out my cock again with more than a glance. This was an obvious stare! His cock was lengthening and stretching out for my shoulder again. If I'd known any better at the time, I'd have wrapped my lips around it right then."

"You mean, you didn't?" Dave asked incredulously.

"Nope. What did I know? I was a dumb-ass kid of 15. The only thing I'd ever done was help a friend jack off. I didn't know the first thing about sucking dick and never even thought about fucking a tight, stud butt."

"I guess Duane and I were a little more experimental than you."

"And I didn't have a brother to practice on, either."

"Fair enough. So, what did you do?"

"Well, I just stared at it. That beautiful, throbbing black snake hypnotized me. I glanced up at his eyes once in a while, but he kept staring at my dick, so I stared at his dick. He finally said, 'If I don't get out of here, ol' junior is gonna drill a hole right through your forehead.' I didn't say anything. I only continued to stare at his prick.

"As he moved away, I noticed his ass again. It had felt wonderful under his training shorts, but looked even better in the nude. I sat there unable to think of what to do next. I was clearly turned on and wanted to jack off, but this wasn't the place for it. I heard someone in street shoes coming closer. I quickly grabbed my towel and put it in my lap to hide my hard-on. The approaching steps stopped a couple of aisles away. 'Jeff, lock up for me will ya?' 'Sure, Coach,' Jeff replied. The footsteps retreated.

"I stood to dress, and my towel fell away, but was caught by my dick (which stood straight out from my crotch). 'Damn, Boy, you ARE hung big!' Jeff exclaimed. He'd poked his head around the corner after the coach had gone. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but he'd folded it over so it was only half the width of a normal towel and didn't cover more than about a foot of his crotch. The towel was high enough on his hips that the tip of his cock was sticking out the bottom. When he saw my hard-on, his started to lengthen and rise again. I stared at it.

"As I'd turned to see who was talking to me, my towel had fallen completely away. I was naked as the day I was born, and with an 8" hard-on pointing right at Jeff. 'That's some cock you got there,' he said. 'Seems to have a mind of its own, just like mine,' he added as he pulled his towel away. 'Real nice one,' he purred.

"He was standing in front of me, now. I'm sure I was shaking with nervous tension. 'You ever have a buddy help you out when you get like this?' he asked my dick. I gulped and nodded in the affirmative. 'Yeah, but he moved away last year,' I volunteered. 'No action since then?' Jeff pressed. 'Huh-uh,' I replied in the negative.

"He reached for my hard cock, closing his big right hand around the shaft. 'Damn, Boy! You ARE big!' Jeff crowed. 'Want me to help you out?'"

Dave reached for my cock and found it hard. His hand closed around the shaft and milked it gently. I reciprocated.

"I nodded that I would like some help," I said continuing the tale, "but reached for Jeff's at the same time. We set up a mutual jacking motion that felt good to both of us. It had been so long since a person had played with my skin flute (besides me) that I was ready to shoot inside a minute."

"His cock was ready, too. His knees were trembling and his breathing was ragged. I watched his cockhead swell as his precum flowed heavily. His hips bucked once and he started to cum all over my belly and chest. The guy knew how to shoot his cum far.

"His climax ruined his concentration on jacking me off, but I took over for the last five seconds and brought myself off with a howl and several gushes of cream. Jeff rubbed his fingers through my cum. Then, he surprised me and licked his fingers off. 'And you taste good, too,' he smiled at me. I could only stand there and stare at what he'd done.

"'You never licked up a guy's cum?' he asked me. 'Not even your own?' I shook my head. 'You don't know what you're missin'.' As if he'd hurled a challenge that I couldn't refuse, I scooped some of his cum off my chest and stomach and tasted it. It was good! Different, but I liked it!"

"That doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out," Dave cracked. "I'm only surprised that it took you so long to find out."

"And the same to you, Dave. It wasn't all that long ago that you had your first drink of male nectar," I reminded him.

"Touché!" he laughed.

"Anyway, Jeff suggested another shower to get the cum off. This time, we showered next to each other. He asked me if I'd ever gone farther than shooting off with a friend. I just looked at him blankly. 'I'll take that as a no,' he said gently. 'And from that I'll conclude you've never had a blow job, neither.' Well, I knew what that was, but didn't even consider it as something a couple of guys would do with each other.

"'Right again, aren't I?' he asked me.

"Uh huh. Never had a girlfriend that would do more than a little necking. They'd get a handful of what I had and wouldn't date me again. I never thought of it as that big. My friend, the one that moved away, has one the same size as mine, but with a curve to it like yours,' I rambled on.

"'I see,' Jeff mused. 'Ever thought about getting your dick sucked by a guy?'

"By then, both of us were sporting hard-ons again. I stammered, 'Well, uh, hadn't really thought about it.'

"'Well, you should. A guy can do it better than any girl, 'cause he knows how to make it feel good, better than she can.'

"'Yeah? How do you know that?' I asked him (almost shaking with anticipation), as I turned off the shower. He shut his off, too. Both of us had steely pricks.

"'Let's dry off and I'll show you,' Jeff responded.

"'Yeah? How?'

"'You'll see,' Jeff leered.

"Well, you know what comes next," I said.

"Tell me anyway," Dave whispered as he pulled harder on my dick and fondled my nuts. I returned the favor.

"Let's see. He pointed me toward the bench in front of his locker and I laid down on it, face up with my feet on the floor and my dick pointing up. He straddled my chest facing my dick. That pointed his butt in my face and his dick and balls rubbing against my chest. He kissed my inner thighs, but avoided (for the moment) my raging, dripping hard-on. His face moved closer to my crotch, then settled into licking my tight ballsac. And I returned the favor.

"It felt so damned good! I was sure that the moment he touched my dick, I'd shoot for a month. I was so HOT!"

"Like now?" Dave asked, straddling my head in a 69 position. My dick was leaking a great quantity of precum. Thinking about it, if Dave put his mouth on my dick now, I'd probably shoot. Retelling the story of my first blowjob had worked in getting both of us ready to shoot. Jacking each others dicks while I told the story helped a lot, too.

The head of Dave's prick was swollen. Several drops of precum had been smeared over the head and the shaft by my hand. He looked like he was ready to shoot as well. I pulled his shaft downward toward my mouth. It was as hard as spring steel. His nuts were pulled up tight against the base of his curved dick.

He entered my mouth. With feathery touches of my tongue, I stimulated his dickhead even more. He pushed it to the back of my mouth, crushing his sensitive prick head against the back of my throat. He moaned loudly and went down on my dick clear to the root.

I bucked upward, burying my rod deeply in his throat. It was too late to stop. Before my climax overtook me, I sucked hard on his thick dickmeat. An inch or two of his boner slid down my open throat. The tightness overwhelmed Dave. He lunged forward and speared my cum-drinking throat to the base. I felt his pubic hair against my lips.

The double action of getting all of his horsecock in my mouth and his tight throat around my dick set both of us off. I shot twice down his throat before he pulled off enough to taste my cum. It collected in his mouth as volley after volley shot into him. My climax was hitting me so hard and my rod jerked so often that I'd forgotten about the earlier climaxes of the day.

I held on to Dave's ass as his giant phallus fired again and again. I was so surprised and pleased that I'd finally taken him completely orally, that I didn't think about not being able to taste his cum, or breathe. His dick shot again, unloading more cum down my throat instead of over my tongue. My dick jerked again as more cum raced to join its colleagues in his stomach.

But, my breathing was a problem. I had to come up for air. Pulling away enough to free my airway, I inhaled deeply through my nose. The scent of hot, male sex filled my senses. Dave fired again, then again. Cum streamed out of his dong threatening to drown me in manjuice. I swallowed. Just as good as always, I thought of the flavor.

My own dick finished jerking. The flow of cum was slowing to a drop or two as Dave milked it expertly with his tongue. His hand stripped the urethra of an stragglers. I did the same to him and rewarded with a big helping of more cum. Knowing that Dave's cum flow continued for some time after his climax, I kept nursing on his slowly deflating prick until I'd gotten as much as I could. Dave did the same for me, but I didn't give him much more. I think he just liked sucking my dick.

"Damn," he finally said. "That was one hot story and even better sex. How'd you finally take all my dick down your throat?"

"Beats the hell outta me," I replied a little perplexed. "It must have had something to do with cumming at the same time. Maybe, the angle was just different enough that I was able to do it. Maybe, it was a little more experience with you, Dave."

"Whatever it was, that was incredible!"

"Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I know I sure did!"

"I'm always amazed at the amount of cum you shoot even after getting off twice already today. But, I'm glad you do. You sure taste good!" Dave said.

"And so do you! You still cum a lot as well. Carol's probably still full of cum from all the fucking you did with her this weekend."

Dave laughed. "I'd have rather filled you up, instead," he whispered as he nuzzled my drooping ballsac. He sighed in contentment.

His dick was resting on my shoulder, still leaking cum. I twisted to lick up the last puddle, scooping his cockhead into my mouth at the same time.

"Hey! Stop that! It's too sensitive!" he shouted as he rolled away.

"Damn!" I exclaimed. "Just as I was beginning to like it."

"You like it any way you can get it!" Dave rejoined.

"Uh huh." I smiled like a Cheshire cat. There was no denying that statement. I loved his dick, and his butt.

Dave moved back around and snuggled into me, stroking my chest hair as we prepared to sleep. "I wonder if all that fucking will give Carol the baby she wants?" Dave asked.

"Who knows. She certainly got it often enough. And by the way, Dave, there's something you should know."

"Yeah?"

"Well, remember how when you came in Duane's ass that the condom broke and he got an ass full of your cum?"

"Yeah."

"Well, uh, the same thing happened to me when Carol and I screwed."

"WHAT?!"

"Well, it was an accident! It must have been a weak batch. And you know Carol and I fucked. She likes white boys as much as your brother does."

"Yeah, but I didn't know that the condom broke."

"Well, I didn't know what to say or even to whom I should say it. I thought that you should know. I didn't know whether to tell Duane and Carol about it. What do you think?" I asked.

"Shit, Mike. I have no idea. Maybe nothing will happen because of it. But, if Carol turns up pregnant, we'll have to tell them about the potential."

"Of course, you're right, but I don't know what to say about it."

"Well just tell them what happened. The risk is there anytime you use a condom. We probably should have taken more precautions. We should have 'double-bagged' your dick." He paused. "Do you even know if you can get a girl pregnant?"

"Yeah. I can. My wife had at least one miscarriage, so I know I'm not shooting blanks like your brother."

"He's not shooting blanks! Just reduced motility."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to imply that there was no chance of him being a father. It's just that I'm worried that I'm about to become a father!"

"Well, so am I, Sweet Cheeks! I think Duane is just kidding himself about his chance to father a child. But, he wants kids so bad that he'll try about anything."

"Dave, not to change the subject (but it is related), I noticed that both of your parents have light skin."

"Yeah. I have a great-grandparent on both sides who're white."

"Well, I'll be damned. How come you never mentioned it before?"

"Never came up in conversation."

"You aren't embarrassed by it, are you?"

"Fuck, no!"

"Sorry. I didn't say that very well, did I?" Dave only smiled. He hadn't been wounded. "Well, the reason I'm bringing this up is that if Carol does have a child who carries a lot of white characteristics, it could be that it comes from his great- great-grandparents instead of from me."

"That's true enough, but are you trying to get away from telling Carol and Duane about the possibility of it being your child?"

"Well, I was thinking that's an awfully big pill for them to swallow when they may not have to. And the parental responsibilities have only been waived for you, not for me."

"Ah, the truth comes out. You don't want to be sued for support and the like?"

"Well, yes and no. I was thinking it would be appropriate for me to have the same arrangement that you do. We could both be the godfathers for the child instead of just you."

"Good point. Look, let's just let this lie around for a while. If Carol comes up pregnant, we'll talk to them about it then. Fair enough?"

"Thanks, Dave. I knew I could count on you to be understanding."

"No problem, Babe." He kissed me, then yawned. "Damn. I'm more tired than I thought. A good climax does take a lot out of ya."

"Several good climaxes," I corrected. "Good night, Sugar," I whispered.

"'Night, Babe."

So, who will be the father? Comments to gymhunk@msn.com