Black and White

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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 39-Las Vegas

McCarran International Airport: It had changed in 15 years! I don't know what I'd expected, but it wasn't the ultra-modern facility that greeted Dave and I as we walked through the main terminal with Uncle Clay and Linc. We were only going to be there for a long weekend, so Dave and I were sharing a suitcase.

The Southwest flight was a little early. Our hosts, waiting anxiously at the gate, greeted me warmly with hugs and kisses. I hadn't seen my uncle and his lover since they'd visited me, shortly after my divorce five years ago. Clay and Linc noticed and mentioned how buff I looked with a leer and a pat on the ass. I quickly introduced Dave, who wouldn't settle for formal handshakes, but insisted on big hugs and kisses like I'd received. I know we embarrassed more than one straight couple, and couldn't have cared less.

"Damn, Child!" Uncle Clay exclaimed to me in a stage whisper. "You found a major stud!" He nodded toward Linc and added, "I'd dump that one for this newer model you got, but I wouldn't get anything on the trade-in."

"BITCH!" Linc laughed at him. "I'm a classic, a collector's item."

"I'll take him!" Dave suggested.

"Sold!" Linc winked, then slipped his arm around Dave's slender waist. "Solid as granite. I like it," he added. "Why don't you Claiborne boys fetch the luggage while this Nubian prince and I get better acquainted?"

"I'm not letting Dave out of my sight," I protested. "You gotta help this old geezer uncle of mine to the car, instead." Linc was older than Clay, but I wasn't going to let that stop me.

"Watch that geezer shit, Sonny, or I'll rap you up side yo' head with my bottle of Geritol!" Clay wheezed.

Collecting our suitcase at baggage claim, we headed outside to the parking lots. Although it was still December, it was a comfortable 60 degrees. To us, that felt balmy. Clay's new Lexus LS430 was waiting for us. We tossed the suitcase and our workout bags in the spacious trunk, then climbed into the passenger area. A church or library should be as quiet as that car. I couldn't hear or feel the car running. These guys had style.

"Before we arrive at the Casa in the Sandbox, I need to tell you we have a houseguest who may molest you," Clay began.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yeah," Clay said. "Your cousin Josh (Sophie's youngest) is staying with us while attending UNLV."

"And he's got such a hot little bottom," Linc sighed.

"And how would you know that?" I inquired. Last I'd heard, they were still the poster children for monogamous gay couples.

"Josh is always draggin' home some little number from the bars or the college," Linc smiled. "Those guys make a lot of noise when bangin' that sweet butt."

"And you've never laid a hand on him?" I asked.

"Nope," Clay confirmed. "Still the boring, old, monogamous couple you remember. That's not to say that he and his friends aren't temptations."

"I haven't seen Josh since he was in grade school," I mentioned. "What's he like now?"

"You describe him, Missing Link," Clay suggested.

"Missing Link?!" Dave laughed.

"Yeah. Clay thought I was a real knuckle dragger when we first met," Linc revealed. "He calls me that all the time, but only in front of our closest friends."

"He had a look about him in those days," Clay remembered. "A frown that gave him a Neanderthal look, big muscles from his construction jobs, and a lope instead of a stride."

"And I'm such a picture of sophistication and grace, now," Linc guffawed.

"So, about Josh?" I reminded them.

"Oh, he's a hot little shit," Linc continued. "About 5'8", 140 pounds, slender build like a swimmer, but not as muscular, cute as a button, auburn hair, creamy white bubble butt that begs for tongue and dick, and an ample cock."

"How do you know about his creamy butt and ample cock?" Dave asked.

"Those swim shorts of his are a scandal!" Uncle Clay smiled. "He's always swimming in the nude or in his see-through shorts. And at that tender age, his dick gets hard for no reason. I can still remember how that goes."

"He's completely blase about it," Linc added. "He acts like we aren't the lecherous old queers that we are, and he has no shame. He's 20 now, away from home, and spreading his wings. He's a Junior at UNLV. So, you know some hot number he brings home from the casinos is fuckin' him nearly every night of the week. He's real partial to those studly dancers."

"How do you get any sleep with all that mating going on in the next room?" I asked.

"That's never been a problem," Linc smiled. "We sleep at the other end of the house. But, you may have more of a problem as you're gonna be in the bedroom next to his."

"We don't have the problem of not partaking," Dave revealed. "We love sharing."

"You'll have lots to share with that kid," Linc said. "He's insatiable to hear him tell it. And I believe him based on observation."

"We'll see," I smiled.

We chattered on like magpies about the family; then, about how Dave and I met. I let Dave tell that one. He's so new to being gay that his version is always the better one. By the time his tale was done (with a few embellishments on my part), we'd arrived at Clay's and Linc's home. They sure weren't "po' folk." Clay was managing director at one of the new hotels on The Strip and Linc had a successful home building company. Given the booming economy of Las Vegas, they were obviously doing very well financially.

The house stood on a « acre lot, similar to others in their neighborhood. They had left the front of the lot landscaped in what Clay called "early desert" which was his way of saying the flora was mostly native plants. The two-story house had a "California" look to it with the tiled roof and stucco facade. Inside, the furnishings were warm, the carpets deep. Main hallways, the kitchen and main bathroom had cool tile floors.

After showing us our room and a grand tour of the house, Clay suggested drinks in the sunroom. Flying always dries me out, so I was ready for it. "Make mine wine, please," I requested. "I'm not much for the hard stuff, except male bodies and dicks, of course."

Linc smiled at that and asked Dave what he'd like. Dave requested a beer, if they had it. Linc assured him that they did. The balance of the afternoon raced by. I'd not heard the salacious version of how Linc and Clay got together, so I listened closely as they related the following to Dave and I.

Uncle Clay set it up. "I'd been moving up the management ladder at Hyatt Regency Hotel in Seattle since I'd graduated from college. At 25 and single, I had the luxury of being able to devote my total attention to my career. When the managing director asked me to supervise the remodeling of their main dining room, I was eager to shine. I knew if I did well on this, I could transfer to other properties in the chain, eventually becoming managing director of one of them.

"Linc had just started his own remodeling business after serving his apprentice years with a local remodeler. But, I should let him tell this part."

"Well, as a minority-owned business," Linc joined in, "I hoped I could demonstrate my skills to a big chain and get better, bigger jobs in the future. I'd purposefully submitted a low bid, hoping I would secure this small, commercial remodeling job, but not break me before my business succeeded. I'd done two modest home remodels before this on my own. Anyway, I got the job.

"The plans for the remodel were simple enough. My only concern would be getting subs to help out when I needed them. I had a couple of good electricians to install the new chandelier and other new light fixtures, two carpenter friends to build the raised platform at one end of the dining area, a carpet layer (whom I'd been fucking and loved to help me out for "fringes"), and a local painting/plastering/wallpapering company owned by my father. The contract called for a bonus if I finished early and a penalty if I finished late. We could work from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m., if we wanted to. As that bonus was shouting loudly in my ear, I pushed my sub-contractors to work late when necessary to stay on my early-finish schedule."

"I'd check in on him once in a while, offer pitchers of lemonade from the kitchen when they'd take a break in the afternoon, even dinner on me as they finished the job," Clay interrupted.

"He was the pushiest, most arrogant, yuppie son of a bitch I'd even seen," Linc laughed. "But, over dinner one evening as we were nearing the end of the project, we got to know each other's motives. We both wanted this project over early and within budget."

"And Linc was so damned butch in his contractor drag," Clay laughed.

"That's a mixed metaphor if ever I heard one," I pointed out.

Linc smiled. "Yeah, we all have our drag uniforms, Mike. Some like it in lace and taffeta, some prefer leather and rivets. It's all drag."

"I stand corrected in the face of superior experience," I snickered.

"When the project was finished (under budget and under time), I asked Linc to paint the town with me to celebrate," Clay remembered. "But, Linc hesitated."

"I sure did," Linc agreed. "What did this honky and I have in common, anyway? So, we'd wanted the same thing with the project, but that didn't give us much. But, he mentioned the magic word: disco dancing!"

We all laughed. "You have to remember, that was the craze then," Clay pointed out. "Linc's radio was always tuned to a station that played only disco. And, Lord, could that child shake his bootie!"

"Yeah, you weren't so bad yourself, Poon," Linc recalled. "He'd come in the dining room as we were workin', shakin' his thang like it was on fire!"

"Poon?" I asked.

"Poontang," Clay defined, but not going any farther. "And we'd get dancin' like a couple of nasty ho's," he laughed.

"Without even knowing each other's sexual orientation, we were doin' the gay boy thing pretty good," Linc added.

"Oh, I think we knew what was going on," Clay said. "We just weren't ready to reveal it to each other, in words."

"Damn! That boy could dance!" Linc laughed. "Better than I could. And that sweet bootie of his was just beggin' for my dick. Every time he'd shake that thang in front of me, my dick'd get hard."

"You know I did that on purpose," Clay revealed.

"I know now, but didn't then," Linc smiled.

"So, I invited him to go disco dancing with me," Clay continued. "First question he asked was `where?'

"I knew the only good disco place was a gay club downtown," Linc put in. "But, he was sending me such mixed messages with his tight-ass Republican look when at work and his dirty disco dancing in the middle of the remodel. So, when Clay suggested The Bushes, I was thunderstruck."

"You should have seen his face!" Clay laughed. "His mouth fell open and his eyes got huge. I told him that's where the best music was."

"And just to get a clear reading of the field," Linc said, "I asked him if he knew that was a gay club. He said he didn't care. The music was great! So, there he was, feeding me all this stuff about gay being okay with him in his conservative suit. Perhaps, I'd misjudged him and he really was okay with being around gay guys. Or, he just loves disco dancing and doesn't care where he does it."

"He told me that he'd pick me up at 10 that evening," Clay said. "I knew I didn't wanna go out in my suit, and I was hoping he'd get into something more revealing than his bib overalls. He was prompt, but I asked him if he wanted a drink before we went out. I was drooling over his hot, high, round ass and that big bulge in the front. He said he wanted to dance, not drink!"

"We were at the club in a flash," Linc continued. I was the most nervous I'd ever been on a date. Clay was in tight Levi's (which showed off everything), and a T-shirt that hugged his muscular body. I still remember words on his shirt were saying, `This face leaves at midnight. Be on it!' I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I knew we were gonna have fun dancing."

"Like most gay places," Clay added, "the place didn't fill up until about 11, but we were dancing to some great music as soon as we arrived. The DJ there really knew his stuff."

"Within 10 minutes, Clay was shakin' his bootie at me, again. He was almost grinding that sweet ass into my crotch and I was getting' hard!"

"On purpose, Dear," Clay smiled. "But, you sure got the message. He was grinding his crotch right back into me, like he was ridin' a bucking bronco. He had one arm waiving in the air like a cowboy and his other hand grabbing my hips and pulling my ass into him."

"When the DJ finally stopped playing the great music and put on one we weren't very fond of, we left the dance floor and got something to drink, and to cool off. My cock was hard as steel."

"As was mine!" Clay laughed. "I wanted that knuckle dragger to fuck my ass SO bad. I told him he was a great dirty dancer. He just said it takes two to disco as good as we were doin' it."

"One of us was about ready to confess more than wanting to dance when we were `outted' by friends," Linc continued. "One of Clay's former conquests came over and said something like he'd not seen Clay in a couple of weeks and missed their horizontal dancing. The guy he was with knew me and let the cat out of the bag with a big kiss and a grope of my hard cock."

"He sure did," Clay laughed. "We just stared at each other, not knowing what to say."

"But, I cut to the chase."

"Yeah, real delicately," Clay guffawed.

"It was probably indelicate, but you agreed, immediately," Linc protested.

"You know it! I wanted that big, black cock up my ass, and hopefully a long, deep ride on that tight, high ass of yours."

"You got that and more," Linc giggled.

"Damn! Did I ever!"

"We went back to my apartment and fucked like rabbits the rest of the night. If I wasn't bangin' his ass, he was bangin' mine. It was like we'd discovered sex for the first time," Linc said.

"Linc's job was done at the hotel, but I had to work the next day. However, Linc convinced me to take the day off. Remember how you did that, Linc?"

"Oh, yeah. Ate his ass to within an inch of its white life, and promised him more if he'd stay."

"How could I resist an offer like that?" Clay laughed.

"And it's been downhill ever since," Linc smiled.

"Don't think so," I interrupted. "You've been together for more than 20 years now, so you've been doing something right."

"Too lazy to dump him," Linc laughed.

"And fuck you very much," Clay smiled at his lover.

Linc laughed, again.

"What got you down here to Vegas?" Dave asked.

"I was transferred here by Hyatt about 15 years ago," Clay answered. "Linc came along, too."

"Poon was given a fat pay increase, so we didn't really need my income for a while, and I could easily start a remodeling business here just as easily as Seattle," Linc added. "But, a guy I met on my first job convinced me I should build houses, with him as a partner."

"Then, I got an offer from one of the new casinos in town to be their managing director," Clay continued. "I couldn't turn it down. The money and freedom were too good. In another 10 years, I was managing several casino properties for the company."

"And with Las Vegas growing 66% in the last 10 years, you know my home building business has been solid," Linc added. "As the years went by, my business partner and I got into the high-end market, including real estate."

"They build real good stuff," Clay smiled. "Including this neighborhood."

"But, I'm ready to retire," Linc told us.

"But, you're so young," I protested. Dave nodded.

"I don't wanna work forever," Linc pointed out. "And I'd like to enjoy life for a while instead of working all the time. I'd like to spend more time with Clay and do some charity work."

"Lord knows, he's got the bucks to do it," Clay said, shaking his head.

"We've got the bucks to do it, Poon," Linc corrected. "You could quit, too."

"But, what would we do as a couple of aging queens without jobs?"

"How about fuck all the time?"

"We can't do that ALL the time!" Clay protested. "We gotta have something to do."

"I know, I know," Linc capitulated. "We've been over this a million times and I still can't talk you into it."

"I'll quit and you can support me," I volunteered. "And I'll entertain you."

"Doing what?" Dave asked. "They've already said they don't wanna fuck all the time."

"I have other talents."

"I could be their houseboy!"

"We already have Josh," Clay pointed out.

"But, he's not here during the summer and school breaks," I pressed. "And he's not here all day, either."

"Is he a high maintenance boyfriend," Linc asked Dave.

"VERY!" Dave smiled.

"Forget it, Mike," Clay shook his head. "Too expensive for us."

"But.." I protested glowering at Dave, but with a smile.

"Sorry, White Bread," Dave said. "You're mine and you aren't getting' away."

Clay looked over my shoulder and smiled. "Good timing, Josh. Meet your cousin Mike and his lover Dave."

I rose and turned. "Cute!" was the first thing I thought of. Josh was as described, but more boyish and innocent than I'd anticipated. I offered my hand in greeting. Josh took it when I said "Hi, Josh."

"Dayum!" was Josh's response. "You didn't tell me he was such a hot daddy!"

I blushed. "And this is my lover Dave, Josh," I turned to indicate Dave.

"Double damn! What a stud!" Josh blushed. "Where are my manners?! I'm sorry. That was very childish of me to let my mouth run on like that. I usually have better control than that."

"No harm done," Dave said, dazzling Josh with that incredible smile.

"I sure wish I'd gotten the daddy gene like you and Uncle Clay did, Mike," Josh grinned. "But, I got the short, boyish look, instead."

"It suits you," I affirmed.

"Sorry I couldn't have been here sooner, but the store just closed. I dashed over as fast as I could. You have a good flight down?" he asked.

"Fine," I answered for both of us. "Do you remember me at all, Josh? The last time I saw you, you were only about 10 or so."

"Fuck ya! Oops, sorry. My mouth, again. I thought you and Uncle Clay were father and son because you looked so much alike. But, Mom explained that you weren't. It took me the longest time to understand," Josh laughed.

"Not to put you on the spot, Josh, but how long you been queer?" Dave asked. "I'm just new at it, so I have to ask for my own education."

"New at it? Really?"

"Yeah, really." Dave launched into the tale he loves to tell, making it totally my fault, and that I was the seductress par excellence! "So, you knew about your Uncle Clay and Linc before you came down here to school?"

"Oh, yeah," Josh snickered. "Mom and Dad told me about them when I revealed my own queerness. They were cool with it. It seems they already knew."

"When was this?" Dave asked.

"I was about 16 or so, I guess," Josh revealed. "I'd already said I wasn't staying in Utah to go to college. So, when I mentioned UNLV, they suggested I talk to Uncle Clay and find out about the school and places to stay."

"And these old perverts took you in?" I asked in mock horror.

"In a heartbeat," Josh laughed.

"What's Aunt Sophie think of that?" I probed.

"We don't talk about it," Josh indicated. "But, I know she's gotta know."

"Clay?" I asked.

"Not a syllable from her or Mark about it," he answered.

"You gone to the gym yet, Josh?" Linc asked.

"Yeah, I went this morning," Josh said. "You guys gonna go before dinner?"

"Well, I saw that Mike and Dave brought their gym bags with them, so I assume they'll wanna go. Right?" he asked us.

"Whenever is convenient," Dave replied. "But, we don't know where the local gyms are. Which ones do you have memberships in?"

"Just the local 24-Hour Fitness," Clay indicated. "That okay with you?"

"Sure," Dave replied. "That's the one we belong to at home. Is it as fun as the one we have?"

"I don't know," Linc smiled. "How fun is yours?"

I smiled broadly, as did Dave. "Very friendly," Dave finally answered.

"We've found a few new friends there," Clay revealed. "And I know Josh has."

"Oh?" I asked turning to Josh.

"A nice place to workout and meet men who have special needs that I can fulfill for them," he smirked. "But, not tonight. I have other plans."

"Such as?" Clay pressed.

"I thought I'd stay here while you guys hit the gym and I'd fix dinner," Josh indicated. "Did you have something special in mind for our guests, Uncle Clay?"

"I had a nice roast that I was thawing out," Clay said. "By the time we get back, it should be done if I start it now."

"I can do that," Josh said. "I'll toss in some potatoes, carrots, onions, and a few special spices. And a nice sauce to go with it."

"Not the special sauce you added to our waffles before Christmas?" Linc smiled.

"That'll go on the salad," Josh laughed.

I was afraid to confirm what I knew they were talking about. Dave had a perplexed look on his face, but let it pass. I knew I'd blurt it out later. Josh was going to jack off into the salad, and call it the dressing.

We drove over to the gym and changed into our gym clothes. The facility was fairly new, boasting the latest in workout equipment. The locker room and showers didn't look like an afterthought as they can in some gyms. As the new meat in town, we did get some appreciative glances as we shed our street clothes.

As this was Friday, this would be just an aerobic day with abs tacked on to the end of that. Dave elected to attend one of the aerobics classes while I worked up a considerable sweat on a new model of the elliptical walker I'd used at the gym at home.

About half way through my "course", a hot, young man of about 20, 6' tall (and in very good shape), mounted the device next to me. I got several glances from him before he finally started a conversation, which was pretty lame, but effectively got me talking. His name was Beau, he had been coming to this gym since it opened six months ago, and found it to be very friendly. I told him I was just visiting my uncle, so I'd only be here through the long weekend. We watched each other's eyes travel over and land on several handsome men working out together. It was more than obvious to both of us that we were scoping out the same thing: MEN!

Soon, we were trading observations about certain men, whether or not they were gay, how big their dick was (he was a fountain of knowledge about that and a considerable size queen the way he went on and on about it), and how we thought they might be in bed. Eventually, I knew he'd have something to say about Uncle Clay. I wasn't disappointed.

"That guy is so hot!" Beau gushed. "Such a daddy," he sighed.

"You're into the daddy types?" I queried.

"Oh, yeah! One of my favorites," he revealed. "Too bad he's already taken," Beau observed.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," he sighed again. "Some black dude's with him all the time. And I hear they don't play around. Just as well, though. I'm not into black guys."

"Oh, why is that?" I pried.

"I know this will sound like I'm a racist, but I really don't like them. Just a preference, I guess."

"You aren't into black guys and you're a size queen? What's with that?" I challenged him.

"Not all black guys are hung like a stallion," he protested.

"How do you know that if you've not been with black guys?"

"It's just another urban legend. Just isn't true."

"Well, it sure is in my experience," I revealed. "Even though there are lots of black men who are just average in the dick department."

"You into black?"

"Oh, yeah. BIG time! My lover is black, too," I boasted. The guy was gaping at me like a fish out of water.

"Another hot daddy into black. Geez! What's the fuckin' world coming to?" he muttered.

"Sorry, didn't hear that," I said, although I heard him perfectly clearly over the thump of the dance music being played over the gym's speaker system.

"Nothing," Beau smiled. "Just mumbling." The minutes dragged on. He finally excused himself as his time was up and he shuffled off.

I finished my 45 minutes on the walker, did the abs that I hate so much and went looking for Dave. I was still fuming from the remarks of that racist twerp when I spotted him at a drinking fountain.

Dave looked up at me. I was still frowning. "Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine. What gives?"

"Some racist shithead, Dave," I blustered. "Skip it. We'll discuss it later. I don't wanna cause a scene right here."

"Seems to be the day for it," he said mysteriously. I looked up at him and smiled. Misery loves company it would seem. "The class is in the cool down phase. I'm gonna do my abs and then meet ya in the showers or sauna?"

"Sure," I nodded. "About ten minutes?"

He nodded his assent and moved over to the floor mats where others were doing ab crunches as well. I strode into the locker room, tugging off my sweat-drenched clothing. Beau was just coming out of the showers. Even racists have nice bodies and hot butts, I smiled to myself. This is the kinda guy who needs to get his butt fucked by a few of our black friends, just to let him know what he's missing. But, rape is just as bad as racism. And just as ugly.

Beau ignored me as I pulled a towel out of my gym bag and headed to the shower room. The feeling's mutual, asshole, I said to myself. I turned on the shower and let it warm while I got a grip on my anger and let it wash off me as the warm water cascaded over me. Not everyone has brains, sense, or good taste. Let it go.

I grabbed my towel and strode toward the sauna, checking out a few of the guys changing clothes in the locker room. Several looked up and smiled. I gave them a flash of my dick and round ass. All but two of them smiled broadly and winked or waved. Perhaps, Dave and I will have some playmates. I knew Clay and Linc would be another 30 minutes as today was a weight training and aerobics day for them.

In the darkness of the sauna, I saw two men. One was moving rapidly to sit down on a lower bench, the other was covering his glistening, hard dick. Someone was getting a blowjob. I smiled. "Don't let me interrupt. Go ahead and finish. I'll watch, so you don't get interrupted again." They looked nervously at each other. Then, the cocksucker got up and left. His embarrassment was evident by his red face (far redder than the sauna would have provided).

"Sorry," the remaining guy said. "You surprised us."

"No harm, no foul."

"The guy's a great cocksucker. I was so close to cumming that I didn't notice you coming this way," he explained.

"No problem," I smiled. "You got a great dick. I can see why he'd be swingin' on it."

The guy pulled his towel away and stroked a nice, curved dick back to full hard. "Want some?" he grinned.

"Maybe in a few minutes," I tentatively agreed. "I always wait for my lover to join me before I share another man."

"Yeah? What's he like?" he asked.

Better cut to the chase I decided. "Black, tall, hung, hot ass, yummy!" The guy's eyes got bigger and bigger with each word.

"Hot damn! I love black men who like to play with white ones. A couple of the really hot ones here only do other black guys. Beats me," he signed, "why they'd turn down a good fuck or blowjob because of skin color."

"There's no accounting for bad taste or racism," I observed. "I just had a conversation with a young man a few minutes ago about that. He won't fuck around with black guys."

"Beau?"

"Yeah, you know him?"

"Sure. Loves daddies, but won't even be in the same sauna with a black guy," he laughed. "I think he's afraid he'll get fucked and his racist ass will like it.

"Well, he sure left a bad taste in my mouth," I spat. "My uncle has a black lover, too, and Beau made it clear he'd do my uncle, but not his black lover."

"Clay and Linc?"

"Yeah, you know everyone."

"Yeah, hot couple, but they never do anyone but themselves. What a waste!"

"You think so?"

"Yeah," he paused. Except, they've brought monogamy to an art form," he smiled. "For that, they should get awards. But, I grudgingly do that, as I'd love to fuck with either or both of them."

"I'm not sure I could ever be monogamous," I confessed.

"I know I couldn't," he agreed. "How much longer before your boyfriend gets here? He hung pretty big? I assume he likes to fuck white ass?" Right to the point.

"Oh, yeah. He should be here in a couple of minutes. How about I dash out and get a big condom for him so you can take his 11" up your hole?"

"Fuck ME! 11"?"

"And thick."

"I've died and gone to heaven!" he nearly shouted. "Can I blow you while he's fuckin' me? Or eat your ass?"

"A man after my own heart," I agreed. "I love to have my butthole munched. And I'll be doing that to you to get you ready for his big butt rammer, too."

I dashed out to my locker, grabbed a condom for Dave, and headed back toward the sauna. Dave rounded the corner and smiled. I smiled back at him. "We have a trick," I whispered. Dave's smile grew.

"Be right there," he grinned.

"I'll get him started," I teased. "He wants you in his ass. So, I'll get it `prepared'."

"I know a rim job when I hear it," Dave smiled and swatted me on the ass with his towel. He walked to the showers with the towel in his hand, displaying his big dick and round ass for everyone to enjoy. Several smiled appreciatively. After his shower, Dave joined us in the sauna where I'd already bent the guy over and was eating his tight hole.

"I can't wait to get that big, black dick of his up my ass," the guy was saying as I rimmed him deeper and deeper. He had a great tasting, solid ass. His cock looked to be about 8" with a curve to the right. The head was leaking precum, which drooled to the floor in long filaments as I continuously munched on his hole.

"Fuck me, Man," he said. "I wanna suck on your boyfriend until I get him hard. I'll need that big dick of yours to get me opened up for his 11" you were bragging on. Then, he can fuck me while I suck you off."

"I don't have a condom," I noted. "Do you?"

"You won't be in my ass long enough to cum," he said. "You are negative anyway, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but you don't know that," I pointed out.

"Fuck me! Pull out if you feel like you're gonna cum and I'll suck you off, if I don't have your boyfriend hard yet," he begged.

"If you insist," I smiled. I pressed my dick against his spit-wet hole and pushed. I slid in easily. This guy was a practiced bottom. My in and out motion was slapping my nuts against his in seconds.

The door creaked open. "I hope I'm not too late," Dave grinned.

"Never too late if you're gonna fuck me," our new friend said.

"He got a nice ass, Mike?"

"Yum! Delicious and deep, just how you like `em, Dave," I smiled up at him.

"Less chatter, more fucking," the guy begged. "Stand in front of me so I can get your dick hard. And the name's John."

Dave did as requested. In less than a minute, he was stiff as rolled steel. I pulled out of the John's ass, Dave rolled on a condom, and got behind the guy. I moved in front of John and bent over. "Eat my hole, Man! Fair is fair!"

Without a word, John's tongue slipped into my ass trench and started tonguing my hole. I knew when Dave's big dick slid up John's ass, as John moaned and puffed into my ass like he was finishing a marathon. A big dick like Dave's up your ass isn't a stroll in the park, even with preparation.

"I wanna suck you off, Mike. Turn around," John requested. "Dave, keep hammering. Before you cum, pull out and shove that monster down my throat. I wanna drink your load, Man!"

I did as instructed. John swallowed my cock whole, not even slowing down as it slid down his eager throat. He moaned with pleasure, sucking off his own ass juices as Dave continued to plow him harder and harder. Dave and I kissed deeply over John's back as we serviced his hungry mouth and butthole.

Any attempt to hold out until Dave was ready to cum was futile. John was an excellent cocksucker. I was gonna blast within a few more seconds. I warned him of my impending climax, but he only sucked harder. With little more than a strangled gasp, I began to unload my boiling nuts.

John pulled off my squirting dick enough to taste my cum, swallowing twice to get it all. I pulled out when his sucking was too much for my sensitive dickhead. With Dave pounding his ass hard, I knew it wouldn't be long before Dave would pull out and shove his dick down John's throat. So, I dove under the bent-over John and began to suck on his curved 8".

"Your butt is so fuckin' HOT, John," Dave moaned. "I gotta cum in your ass!"

John said, "Just be sure to hand me the condom afterwards. I love how your big cock is making me wanna cum so HARD! Here it comes, Mike! FUCK!"

And true to his word, John started to unload his ball honey down my thirsty throat. I swallowed twice to get it all as Dave bellowed out his climax. He fucked hard and deep, to get maximum pleasure for himself as well as deep penetration for John. And John seemed to love it deep!

After Dave's big climax up John's ass, I pulled off John's wilting, dripping cock. Dave handed the condom to me while his still dripping black snake slid into John's mouth. John sucked Dave dry and grabbed the used condom from me. He upended it and drank deeply.

"You two are awesome," he exulted. "Sure do wish you lived here." We smiled at his blatant desires. John would be a great addition to our stable of horny friends at home. He smiled at us. "You guys had the chance to work over Josh, yet?"

"How do you know about Josh?" I asked.

"Remember. I know Clay and Linc," he smirked.

"Oh, yeah," I remembered. "And how well do you know Josh, then?"

"He's a member here, too," John pointed out. "He and I have had the pleasure of each other's company many times in here. He likes a nice butt-flavored dick occasionally, too. And he's one of the best rimmers I've ever had!"

"Love that information," Dave smiled. "I know I liked that kid for some reason."

"I know we'll use that data to our advantage, tonight," I observed. "I'll bet he's in our bed for at least part of the night."

"You should make it all night," John suggested. "He loves to get fucked and eat butt ALL night long!"

The sauna door opened. Linc and Clay strode in nude. I'd never seen either one naked, so I was unabashed in my appraisals. Clay had a dick like mine and Linc's was more like Dave's brother Duane. For a couple of guys in their late 40's, the looked DAMNED good!

"Why don't you guys stray just once for ME?" John asked Clay and Linc. "You know you'd love it and my butt would be SO happy!"

"You're consistent, John," Linc laughed. "Always trying to get into our pants, as if we aren't wearing any."

We talked for a few more minutes with John before leaving the sauna. Several more men admired the four of us (John stayed in the sauna hoping for more "game") as we showered and dressed. Dave's big dick got more than one gasp. I felt so superior, knowing that his big cock and fine ass were MINE!

"Did you see those guys hungrily looking you over, Mike?" Uncle Clay asked. "They were ready to take you right there in front of everyone else."

"Really?" I wondered. "I only saw the ones lusting over Dave."

"Geez, Mike," Dave laughed. "Are you blind? You and Clay had a bunch of daddy-eatin' tongues panting over you two!"

"Yeah, pathetic isn't it?" Linc added. "I always see that and Clay is blind to it, too. But, at least, I know he's mine and they can just go jerk off while I get the real thing."

"Which reminds me," I said to Dave, "what was all that frowning you were doing after the aerobics class?"

"Oh, some racist asshole was goin' on about wanting to get it on with me, but wouldn't even talk to me after I told him that you were my boyfriend, Mike. He was fine with getting it on with a boyfriend, but not with a white guy," he sighed. "Guess we have black racists, too."

"Fuck, yes!" Linc agreed. "Of all the people who shouldn't be racists, I just can't believe it of other black people. I especially get pissed off at fags who are racists. They shout about being a minority as a fag, but can't see their own racism."

"Being Devil's Advocate here," I broke in, "isn't it possible that they just don't like being with a different race?"

"And that isn't racism?" Linc answered.

"We aren't in their shoes," I countered. "We don't know their real reasons for feeling as they do."

"I'll betcha that nearly all of them, if you dig deeply enough, are just blatantly racist," Linc challenged. "I've sure been told often enough that I've sold out to Whitey because I'm living with a white guy. Well, fuck `em! After they get over their own racism, we'll discuss it. In the meanwhile, I think of them in the same category as the hateful Hayden Lake crowd."

"As you can see," Clay observed, "Linc doesn't have an opinion on this issue."

We all laughed. "Yeah," Linc said, "that's one of my hot button issues. Sorry about the diatribe."

By the time we reached the Casa in the Sandbox, Linc was regaling us with tales of how brazen and blatant John had been over the years, trying to get them into bed, singly or together.

Dave asked how they'd managed for 20 years to do the monogamy thing. As Linc took our gym bags and tossed the contents into the washer, Uncle Clay told us how natural it seemed to just be true to each other. That's not to say they hadn't been tempted. They just didn't see the need to stray when they could get the best sex ever right at home. And their boundaries had been expanded sexually, fulfilling fantasies in all kinds of areas, never turning down the other's requests for kinky when they wanted it.

Clay could see that we just couldn't understand how their monogamy lasted for 20 years. "We were both lucky," he pointed out, "that neither of us has a wandering nature. And that our sex lives coincide with our sex drives, matching almost exactly. When, I'm horny, he is. When Linc's horny, I am. It just works for us. However, that's a standard we don't expect anyone else to follow. For instance, I'll bet the two of you could never do it. Well, not before you were both in your 80's probably," he added with a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Linc asked joining us.

"Uncle Clay was saying that monogamy works for you two, but would never work for Dave and I," I recapped.

"We know of no other couples who are monogamous," Linc confirmed. "We know of several who try to or have some broader limits than we'd ever consider, but they aren't our level of monogamy."

"Like what limits?" Dave asked.

"Well, Brad and Trey play at the gym jacking off with other guys. Bill and Bill let other guys suck them off, and Joe and Jimmy will fuck anything that moves, but will never let someone else fuck them," Clay revealed. "That's their versions of monogamy."

"I know I'm enjoying the exploration of being gay and hot sex with a seemingly endless list of men," Dave admitted. "I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for monogamy, not that Mike can't satisfy me, you understand. The man's insatiable and hot to trot in all kinds of ways that make me happy. But, monogamy is a straight thing to my mind and too confining for my life as it is now. You okay with that, Mike?"

"Hell, yes!" I agreed. "I've never had so much hot sex in all my life as I have with you around, Dave. You are a total stud magnet, so I get lots of hot sex I wouldn't get otherwise. Besides, you are so good for me that I'm not gonna force you into a mold you won't fit into. Been through the monogamy thing before and it didn't work."

"That relationship probably could never have succeeded, Mike," Uncle Clay observed. "You two were nothing alike, where you and Dave have a lot in common. You treat each other as equals, not that daddy/son horseshit you were in before."

"I know it was painful for you, Mike," Linc said. "But, it was a valuable learning experience. Look what you got out of it. Dave!"

"It was painful, alright," I agreed, "but Dave as the prize makes it more than an even trade." I leaned over and kissed my lover.

"Isn't that nice," Josh said, joining us. "Lovers who really love each other and don't mind showing it, really make me want one even more." He sighed. "But, the reason I came in here was to tell you dinner will be ready in another 30 minutes or so and ask what kinda wine you'd like with your dinner."

We all gave him our preferences, evenly split between a Merlot and a Cabernet. Josh wasn't a red wine drinker, so he opted for a dry Chardonnay. Dinner was delicious. Josh should be a chef we concluded, much to his embarrassment. For dessert, he served a light key lime pie with graham cracker crust. I have no idea what he added to a traditional recipe to make the key lime filling so light and frothy. Uncle Clay suggested after dinner drinks in the library, but we'd had enough to drink for the evening. I still expected Josh to be sharing our bed later tonight, and didn't want to be so full and so drunk that I couldn't enjoy him. I was not disappointed.

After bidding our hosts good night, we crawled into bed. "Your uncle and Linc are the perfect couple," Dave said. "They're the perfect example for us to emulate."

"Except for the monogamy part," I smiled.

"Yeah, except for that," he agreed. "I hope we can be that happy after 20 years. They are so relaxed around each other, no competition, no sniping, just love."

I cuddled up against him, kissing his shoulder, then straying to his left nipple. It was instantly erect.

"You lookin' to get fucked?" Dave breathed heavily as he stroked my furry pex and kissed the top of my head.

"Always, when you're doin' it," I replied, and reached for his expanding black snake.

"They got any lube around here?" Dave asked looking over at the nightstand, pulling out drawers.

"In the bottom drawer," said a voice from the doorway. "Need some help?" Josh posed provocatively, his slender body making his dick look bigger than it was. It was obvious that he took after my side of the family. A 9" dick throbbed at us, the big head dripping precum. "You guys use condoms?"

"Always with other guys," Dave admitted.

"Then, I want you to fuck me bareback, all night long," he insisted.

"But, Josh, that's extremely unsafe for you," I protested.

"But, if you go bareback with each other, why not with me," he challenged. His logic was flawless. Dave looked at me and shrugged. We'd done Kurt that way, why not my own cousin?

"You sure about this Josh," I asked, again. "You're taking a very big risk, you know."

"The only big risk I'm taking is how big your dicks are and how many times you can cum in my tight asshole," he grinned.

"Many times, Josh," Dave smiled. "Get your butt over here. My big, black cock loves to fuck white ass."

"That he does," I agreed.

Josh moved on to the bed. "I hope you guys haven't showered since the gym."

"No," Dave said. "We haven't."

"Good," Josh grinned. "I love to eat hot butthole that's been seasoned for a while."

"Like `em a little used, eh?" Dave smirked.

"Dirty is the word you're trying not to use," Josh admitted.

"Eat me while Dave fucks you," I suggested. "I think you'll like what you find." From my experience with Cousin Dave, I knew just what a butt pig loves most. At least one good dump hasn't been showered away.

We tossed off the comforter and Josh joined us. He pushed my legs up, pressing the knees hard into my chest, then near my ears. His face leaned into my ass and inhaled deeply. "Yeah, just the way I like them. HOT stuff, Cousin!" He sniffed again, then, licked around the hole, savoring the taste and smell, as Dave applied lube to his butthole. "Yeah, Man! Fuck that hot boypussy. Gonna love big cock up my ass." He sniffed again at my ass and moaned. I don't know if he was enjoying my butthole or Dave's manipulation of his prostate.

Dave mounted Josh slowly. His big 11" of man meat slipped in a couple of inches before Josh resisted. "FUCK! That's BIG!" Josh cried. "Take it easy on this tight, young asshole."

"Thought you said that you liked `em big?" Dave reminded him, pressing another two inches deeper. Josh's tongue rocketed up my asshole, tonguing me deeper and deeper, as he enjoyed another inch of Dave's thick monster.

I grabbed Josh's head and pulled him deeper into my raised ass. He ate me deeper and harder, snuffling and licking like a starved man. "Eat it, Kid! You love that hot hole!" I groaned. Josh reached up and stroked my hard cock, spreading precum all over the head and part of the thick shaft. "That's it. Your asshole is gonna love my cock."

"Fuck, Dave!" Josh said pulling away from the invader in his ass. "That's too big without more preparation. Mike, you take over. I can probably take you on more easily than your lover. After that, MAYBE I can get Dave back in there."

"You aren't the first one to say that, Josh," Dave laughed good- naturedly, pulling out with a plop. Dave's hard cock made a resounding splat noise as it bounced up and struck his tight abs.

After Dave and I traded places, Josh went back to his work on Dave's hole, and pushed back on my hard cock. I slipped into his butt easily. As more inches disappeared, Josh ate hungrily at Dave's butt. Josh moaned more loudly with each new inch I pushed into him.

"Nice ass, Dave," Josh crowed. "I'll bet it gets fucked, too."

"Regularly," Dave and I said together. Josh pulled Dave's hard monster down to his face and started sucking on it. It didn't seem to bother him that Dave's big dick had just been up Josh's asshole.

"Mmm!" Josh moaned. "Butt flavored dick. My favorite!" And he was enjoying it. The more dick I fed his ass, the more cock he pushed down his throat. I leaned over his back and kissed the back of his neck, rubbing my furry pex against his sweaty back. He arched his back, spreading his asscheeks, driving more cock into himself. His milking motions were almost as good as Dave's. It felt like a lubed, velvet glove was stroking me. This wasn't going to last very long.

Dave moved to get into a 69 position with Josh. Josh gulped down two more inches of Dave's fuckpole from the more favorable angle. My pistoning of Josh's ass had become a hammering, ramming session of staccato slaps of hips against butt. Dave played with my boiling nuts, then slipped a finger up my ass.

It was all over.

Howling out my climax, I flooded Josh's ass tunnel with hot sperm. One wave after another crashed over me, squirting more dick gravy into Josh's eager hole. He bucked beneath me, milking my spasming dick harder than ever. Thirsty and eager ass, I decided when I finally calmed down.

"Well lubed and ready for love," I said to Dave. Again switching places, we resumed our older positions. Dave more easily slipped into Josh's well fucked behind and I modified my former position by mimicking Dave's 69. By the time I was comfortably in place, Dave was nearly balls-deep into Josh.

"Fuck! How big is that monster?" Josh asked. "Feels like a foot of steel!"

"A measly 11"," Dave sighed dejectedly, but with a smile.

"Feels like a lot more than that," Josh observed.

I pulled off his thick 9" to add my thoughts, "The thickness is what makes it feel so big."

"You take the entire thing, Mike?" Josh asked.

"Every inch," Dave revealed. "And begs for more."

"I wish I could," Josh winced. "Too fuckin' big for my candy ass."

"You're only lacking an inch or so," Dave prompted.

"Might as well be a yard," Josh responded. "Too big, but it sure feels good what I can get in there."

"Less talk, more fucking," Dave demanded, increasing the speed of his long-dicking action. Josh went back to cleaning off my dick and I sucked harder on his leaking prick. I could see Dave's balls were tight against the base of his thick cock, so I knew he was very close. The moaning buzzing around my dick clearly signaled that Josh was more than ready to deliver his creamy load into my welcoming mouth.

"Ah, SHIT!" Dave bellowed. Bucking hard and fast into his benefactor, Dave unloaded heavily into Josh's thirsty hole. With each climax wave crashing over Dave, he thrust hard at Josh. The friction of the overly swollen dickhead in his ass caused Josh to unloading his ball honey into my sucking mouth. Young cum is always so good, I remembered, savoring each shot of cream from Josh's squirting dick.

"Fuck, YEAH!" Josh crooned, licking my expanding cock. "Feels so good to have cum up my ass while I shoot!"

Dave leaned over his back and pistoned more slowly as his climax waves ebbed. "Nice ass, Kid," Dave said. "Feels extra good with Mike's cum in there as lube."

"Take it out and let me suck it," Josh begged. "I wanna taste some of Mike's cum and yours, too."

"Dave leaks a lot of cum after he shoots," I revealed, "so, you'll get more than you'd expect of his cream."

"Mike, you mount me again," Josh directed. "I love your big dick in my ass and I got you almost hard again." I didn't want to tell him that it was Dave's big dick just over my head fucking Josh's ass that got me hard, not Josh's oral skills. But, I did as requested. I slipped easily inside, as Josh's asshole was stretched and sprayed by Dave only moments before. Dave's warm sperm felt slick and plentiful inside Josh's love tunnel.

"I'm gonna eat your butt while Mike fucks you, Josh," Dave said moving into another 69 position with my younger cousin. "I wanna get some of that hot cum out, too."

For the next two hours, Dave and I traded places, slowly fucking Josh until we flooded his ass again and again. Josh came two more times, keeping pace with us. By 1 a.m., Dave and I were drained and Josh nearly fucked to death. But, the kid didn't complain when we broke up the coupling, saying we needed our beauty rest. I think he was getting sore and full!

The next morning, Uncle Clay's promised tour of the casinos kept us hopping, meeting new men who openly appraised us as bed partners. Clay or Linc had known them long enough for the new acquaintances to know that Clay and Linc didn't mess around outside their relationship, but they did know about Josh. And the majority boldly asked if Dave and I were available for "indoor sports". After confirming that we came as a set, we had more sex partners than we could reasonably fit into our weekend. Making no promises to any of them, but taking all phone numbers offered, we drove to Linc's favorite restaurant for dinner.

Linc and Clay suggested which of our many new friends would be our best time spent in bed. They narrowed it down to one couple and two singles. The measure used was big dicks, tight butts, and versatile. Dave and I agreed that their selections were at the top of our preliminary list, too.

At the restaurant, Uncle Clay pulled me aside while we were waiting to be seated. "Mike, this is family business, so I didn't want to discuss it in front of Linc and Dave." I bristled to think that Clay didn't think Dave was part of my family. He saw my look and smiled. "Not that kinda family, Mike. This is serious stuff I'm gonna tell you. I don't know Dave well enough to know how he's gonna take this new information that's been in the family for generations."

I was intrigued. "What in hell are you talking about Uncle Clay? I share everything with Dave. No secrets!"

"This is VERY delicate, Mike," my uncle whispered.

"Fuck that! I don't hold out on Dave!"

"Mike, there is a journal kept by our Carey ancestors in Virginia. It was right after the American Revolution and slavery was still widely practiced in the American South. It's very revealing about slavery as practiced then. And GAY relationships between the owner and slaves."

"YEAH?" I nearly lost it. Dave and Linc looked at us like we'd both sprouted elephant trunks. I never even considered men fucking each other in the past, but, of course, they did. But, my ancestors?

"Mike, there is a very good likelihood that Dave's ancestors were our ancestor's slaves!

Well, isn't THAT a revelation!? How will Dave react to THIS news? Comments to gymhunk@msn.com