Black and White

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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 4--Setting Parameters

Sunday morning was cloudy with a threat of rain. Dave and I stayed indoors all morning, talked about the night before, and how it impacted on his view of the gay world. He repeated his summary of last night by saying he enjoyed sex with John and Peter, and also enjoyed their company, but they weren't what he wanted in a man. I was still it.

"But, I don't want you to think that I've become monogamous," he warned me. "I still want to experience more of this new life. That makes me sound ungrateful, doesn't it? Well, I'm not. I'm looking for my identity here. I don't know where I fit in."

I mischievously pointed to my ass and smiled.

"That's a great fit, but not what I was talking about, you street-walkin' 'ho'!" he laughed. "I think I need to set some limits on what I'm doing, but don't know where to start."

"May I suggest some alternatives and you pick the ones that you think you can live with?" I interrupted.

"That would help a bunch," he said. "You start and I'll add if I think of any."

"Fine, but remember these are your limits, not mine. You have to live with them, so don't set up one you can't abide by."

"Can I ask that you live with the same limits that I do?" he asked seriously.

That took me aback. I wasn't sure that I wanted to be restricted to his standards. I had enjoyed my years of hedonism and didn't see a need to change. Well, maybe this was the time to change, after all. He was quite a catch and extremely easy to get along with.

"Well," I finally answered, "let's talk about them first and then see if we can come to an agreement. OK?"

"I'll go first," he declared. "I have never been attracted to 'children'. So, I'd like to declare them off limits."

"Define 'children'," I asked.

"Any male under 21. I only want to make it with men."

"But, there are lots of hunky men in college, under the age of 21, and many probably possess very strong sexual urges in your direction. The college is only down the road, and I've seen you looking the athletes over every time we drive by the practice fields."

"That doesn't count!" he countered.

"Why not? Most of them are under 21--your definition of children."

"OK. You win. What am I trying to say here?"

"I think you already said it," I replied. "You want men! And they come in all shape, sizes, and types. You want certain types. I don't mean to sound like your procurer, but I know several men who would love to make it with you, or even us."

"I'm sure you do," he said with a sly smile and a touch of sarcasm. "Let me suggest a compromise here, instead of the global statements that I seem to be making. How about if we go to the Student Union for lunch today? It should be busy. Then stroll across the campus and watch them on the practice field. We'll wind up at the gym. It's been a couple of days since either of us has been there. That way, I can point out the ones that I think are hot, and I can get some idea of what you like, too."

"Now you're talkin'," I winked at him. "We can also continue our 'negotiation' on what we mutually want to do with your explorations of gaydom. This could be fun!"

Dave grabbed our gym bags, his jacket from the closet, and handed me one of mine. He locked the door behind us and decided to drive his car on this journey of exploration.

Our first stop was the Student Union. Although it was Sunday, the parking lot was full. We parked about two blocks away. As we strolled across the Commons toward the Union, Dave was admiring and being admired. He was looking over all the young men; and the young women and several men appraised him visually as a bed partner. I could see envy in the eyes of the men and a few of the women who had figured out quickly that we were a "couple" of "those" guys.

I opened the main door to the Union and saw an athletic student that I had seen at the bars. He noticed us, and motioning us over, rose to greet us.

"Hi, Mike, how's it goin'," he asked Dave's crotch. "Obvious" was this guy's middle name.

"Hi, Darren. How have you been? This is Dave. Dave, Darren."

"Pleased to meet you," Dave said with a dazzling smile.

"Uhhhhhh, yeah, me too." The guy was a "brilliant" conversationalist. He was a great fuck, I'd heard, but dumb as a post. I think he was just young. His major was Civil Engineering, and you don't do that on muscles and good looks, which he had in abundance.

"We're just here for lunch. Don't want to interrupt your studies. Catch ya later," I said over my shoulder as I took Dave by the arm and whisked him away. "Bye, Darren."

"Pleased to meet you, Darren," beamed Dave. And then to me he added sharply, "Why the rush? The guy is Major Cute."

"I understand he's slept with just about everyone in town (except me). He also has a minor dick. And I know that you're into big ones." I paused for effect. "Oh, don't look so hurt. I'm a size queen, too. That's why we get along so well."

Dave had to laugh at that. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'd have loved to have bedded him, but would've been disappointed in the end because he wasn't hung big enough to satisfy me."

"I don't think you're that shallow and I didn't mean to imply that you were. You could tell that he's not a sparkling 'Chatty Cathy'. I think you'd have been bored with him the minute you came. I just didn't think he's your type. Sorry that I was so judgmental."

"No apology needed. You have me pegged pretty well. Let's do lunch."

We strolled into the cafeteria (looking at all the men), and took our trays and silverware. As we made our way down the line, a handsome student with a backpack came back to pick up ice water. He was stunning!

"Holy shit!" muttered Dave under his breath. "What a knockout! Did you see that ass when he bent over the ice bin?"

"And did you see the bulge in his levis when he laid it on the railing?"

"Yeah! We have to find a way to sit close to him," Dave added.

We paid for our lunches and followed the student's perky ass to where he was sitting. We selected chairs across from him and down a couple of spaces. As we approached, he looked up, seeing us for the first time. He smiled at Dave, checked out his crotch, smiled bigger, and looked at me. I'd caught him in the act, and he blushed and looked away.

Dave set down his tray and removed the food from it. I followed suit and he took both of the trays and walked over to a waiter's station to leave them. The handsome student eyed the sway of Dave's ass furtively, knowing that I was watching him do it, but not able to tear his eyes away from Dave's massive shoulders and high ass. As Dave sauntered back, he started to strut. I knew he was teasing the guy and made sure that his basket was very well outlined in his carefully worn jeans.

The student looked over at me and smiled sheepishly.

"Quite a build, isn't it?" I asked him before Dave was within earshot.

"God, yes!" he blurted out before he could catch himself. "I mean, yeah, he is well proportioned and looks solid. Friend of yours?"

"I've known him for a while, but just recently got to know him much better," I said with a sly wink.

Dave was back and pulled out his chair to sit down. "I see you've introduced yourself already," he said to me.

"Not really. Just being friendly. Don't even know his name."

Handsome fixed that quickly. "My name is Jim. I'm a senior. You students, too."

Dave and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Did I say something funny?" Jim asked with a hurt look.

"Sorry, Man. Mike and I haven't been to college in about 10 years. It struck us funny that we could be mistaken for students. My name is Dave. This is Mike," he said with an outstretched hand.

Jim took it and gripped Dave's hand firmly. He released it and shook my hand, too. "Pleased to meet you both." He licked his oversized, black mustache with his tongue. A nice, long one, I thought. Wonder how it would feel up my ass as I sat on that mustache?

Returning to reality, I asked, "What's your major, Jim?" trying to start a conversation.

"Accounting," he answered matter-of-factly.

"Been interviewing with the Big 8 yet?" I queried.

"Yeah, most of them already. How do you know about the Big 8? You an accountant, too?"

"Yep. State Comptroller's Office. Tried the Big 8 circuit once, but the auditing drove me nuts."

"I just haven't decided what I want to do. Auditing looks boring to me, too, but I don't think I know enough governmental accounting to be in government. Corporate accounting seems more to my taste."

"Don't sell yourself short. Most of the government offices are on computer systems, now. If you understand systems, you're way ahead of most government accountants."

"I might do that. What do you do, Dave?" he asked as he turned toward the ebony Adonis.

"I'm an attorney downtown. Mostly corporate stuff. Nothing fancy."

"Any juicy trials that you've been on?" Jim asked innocently.

Jim had a certain innocence about his speech that would lead you to believe that he was still a child. But, there was a smoldering fire in his eyes when he looked at us. Here was a man who knew the score. A good, solid build that comes from physical activity, Jim had wavy, short brown hair, brown, bedroom eyes, a handsome face, that thick, black mustache and long tongue, and he stood about 6' tall from what I remembered as he leaned into the ice bin earlier. And, that magnificent ass which was now hidden under the table top.

"I'm not a trial lawyer. I find that tedious."

"Oh," said Jim disappointedly. "Well, don't let me keep you guys from your lunch." Jim pulled another book from his backpack, opened it, and started to read.

Dave and I ate our lunch with little conversation. If Jim needed to study, the last thing he'd want is chatter from us.

Jim looked up frequently from his reading to look us over individually. The appraisal was no longer furtive, and I caught him at it a couple of times. He smiled and blushed each time. Finally, he had to ask a question that was burning in his mind before we left.

"Mike, you mentioned earlier that you and Dave have known each other for a while, but only recently have you gotten to know each other better. Can I ask a very personal question?" he said as he looked at both of us.

"Sure," I said.

"Yeah, go ahead," added Dave.

"This is very bold of me, but, are you guys lovers?"

Dave smiled at him and looked him right in the eye. "Yes, we are."

I gulped. Putting me in the sentence with "lover" was still hard for me to take. I nodded my assent.

"Oh, wow, that's so fantastic! I hoped you'd be. I'm crazy about this guy in class and I don't know how to tell him that I'm interested in him as more than a friend. I'd really like to have sex with him. More correctly, I want to make love to him."

"Well," Dave paused, "I'm not sure that we're a great source of data. We've only been together for a week."

"But you're such natural partners. I was sure that you'd been together for a long time."

Dave and I were complimented and didn't know what to say. We just nodded.

"What's the question, Jim? We still might be able to help," I offered.

"Without sounding like a stereotyper, I'm really hot for a black guy that's in my accounting classes. We talk, study together, really share our lives, but are not sexual. I thought you might help with the black/white barrier."

"What black/white barrier?" Dave asked.

"Don't tell me I'm making this up," Jim bristled.

"Nothing of the kind. I've experienced prejudice in some of its more ugly forms, but I don't let that guide my life. I want people to accept me for what I am, not the color of my skin," Dave said with finality.

"Yeah, a big man with an incredible build, fantastic ass, and the dick of death!" I teased Dave.

"Amen to that, Brother," agreed Jim looking lustfully again at Dave. "Roger's a lot like you, Dave. Same general build, but not as big. He can't seem to deal with the whole idea of being gay. He's told me about gay experiences, but always disdainfully. I like to think he hasn't had the right man yet, but I think it goes deeper. The gay stereotypes have really gotten to him. You got any ideas how I can talk to him about it, Dave?"

"Shit, Jim," Dave said perplexed. "I've only come to grips with being gay this last week. How could I help?"

"You can help more than you think, Sugar," I volunteered. "You've just gone through all the problems of the switch, so they're fresh in your mind. Matter of fact, you've had to deal with more. You're still married."

"You're still married? Wow! Could ya still help me, please, Dave?" Jim pleaded.

"What do you want me to do," Dave said resignedly.

"Great! Let me tell Roger about you guys and see if I can get him to listen to you. You gonna be here for a while?"

"We were walking over to the practice field and then to the gym on Oak. But we'd wait a few minutes if he's close by," I replied.

"I'll be back in a flash. Wait here."

Jim jumped up from the chair and raced away. Dave and I looked after him and sighed.

"What a handsome man," Dave finally said. "That Roger must be out of his mind to pass him by."

"Probably got other mind baggage to deal with and can't see what a find Jim is."

Cousin Roger

We waited for a few minutes for Jim to return. It was time to clear off the table and discuss our relationship rules. We settled a few more issues to our mutual satisfaction, like: sex with another man or men would only be if the other partner was present, condoms would be worn when fucking or being fucked by other men, we would try to share our feelings about other men before they became a problem, and that the men that we did bed would be ones that we both wanted (not just one of us was hot for). The last one had the potential of being hard to do, but I could see that the men Dave had been cruising today would be my choices, too.

Within 10 minutes, Jim bounded into the room. His basket was bouncing and showed great promise. It looked like he had to be cut. The head of his dick was very pronounced through the fabric as it nestled down one leg. Probably didn't wear shorts, either. He was absolutely beaming.

"Roger said he'd meet us at the gym in an hour. He has a membership there and will take me as a guest, or you guys could if I went with you," he gushed.

"Fine with me," I grinned.

"Let's walk over to the practice field and scan the meat before we go to the gym," Dave cooed with an evil grin. "I'm on the prowl for fresh meat."

"Tramp!" I spat sarcastically.

"Never hurts to look over the menu," Jim interjected.

We all laughed at that. Jim lead the way to the field. We walked outside of the fence and pointed out attributes of several of the men playing, running, and jumping. Jim was a real connoisseur of black men and I admired his taste. I agreed with him in every instance. Dave agreed with most of them, but pointed out white men that I wouldn't throw out of bed, either. Jim was more partial to the darker ones. The blondes didn't do a thing for him.

Dave and I were zeroing in on the same types every time. Hunky, great ass, generally hung well, and easy on the eyes. A couple of times, we disagreed over a man. I looked more at the overall package. Dave would zero in on the basket. If it were a big one, he would point him out as a target, even if he lacked a decent ass or he "barked and chased cars" (a real dog).

Time raced by. We had strolled around the field completely before we decided to head for the gym. We asked Jim along for the workout as our guest. He phoned Roger to tell him to meet us at the gym.

Dave drove directly there and parked the car. We all grabbed our gym bags and went inside. Dave and I changed in different aisles, but Jim was on Dave's aisle. I knew they were both getting an eyeful.

I started my routine and Dave joined me as my workout partner. One of the instructors (a handsome, Latino-looking man with very tight gym clothes on) took Jim under his wing and guided him through the equipment. We were finally in a far corner of the gym when I asked Dave about Jim's "personal" equipment.

"Very impressive. Nice, furry, muscular ass (and I mean furry!), good general musculature, big nuts and what looked to be a real grower in the meat department," Dave revealed. "Looks good enough to eat!"

"Back off, pervert!" I teased him. "He really wants into Roger's pants. But, I've seen the way he looks at your crotch. I think he'd like to give you a tumble, too."

"And you, too. But I think he's really hung up on black men. Did you notice how he always pointed them out on the practice field? I sure wouldn't mind working over that furry butt of his," he added changing the subject back to Jim again.

We finished up our routine and told Jim we'd meet him in the locker room. Dave and I undressed and walked into the gang shower room. It was deserted. We turned on our showers full force and rinsed off. Dave lathered his rippling body and rinsed, then stood there in the hot shower and enjoyed the relaxing spray. I watched him with renewed interest now that I was his sex partner, and workout partner.

His flaccid dick was lengthening and thickening in the hot water. It was now about 7": a very impressive weapon already. Just looking at it made mine start to grow, too. This could get embarrassing for both of us if I started to get a hard-on and Dave saw it. That would be all the stimulation he needed after watching those men on the field to get his own giant hard-on.

I turned away and cooled the shower and, hopefully, my expanding cock. It seemed to work and I warmed it again. Dave had turned and put his face in the shower stream for a final rinse off. As the temperature of my shower turned warm again, Jim joined us at the shower entrance with another black man. I had seen him here before, but didn't think of him as gay. Just another macho man with a good body and an antipathy for "queers."

"Dave, Mike, I'd like you to meet my friend, Roger," Jim smiled.

I smiled back at him and strode two steps over to him to shake his hand. Dave pulled his face out of the water stream, turned and just stared with his mouth agape. Roger turned toward him and looked stunned.

"Well, fuck me dead! Cousin Roger!" Dave exclaimed.

"Cousin Roger?" Jim and I blurted in unison.

"Yeah, Roger's my cousin," he replied. Looking back at Roger, he added, "What are you doing here? I didn't know you were a member of this gym."

"Been a member for about a month." A smile crept across his face. "Are you the two, uh, guys that Jim wanted me to meet?"

"Yeah, we're the two queers that Jim wanted you to meet," Dave replied. "You seem to have a part of your life that you haven't shared with me before, Cousin. What gives?"

"Long story. And when did you turn queer?" Roger challenged.

"Lighten up, Kid. I've probably been queer all my life. Just took me until last week to finally confront it."

"This is a helluva place to discuss this," I broke in. "How about drinks and dinner at the house as soon as we get out of here?"

"How about it, Cousin?" Dave said soothingly. "We seem to have a lot to talk about."

"Yeah," Roger replied with hesitation. "I guess we do. I still can't believe it's you!"

"After we talk, you will," Dave assured him.

Roger was in street clothes, so he went back to the reception area. Jim joined us in the shower. In all the excitement, I hadn't bothered to "check him out." He took the shower next to Dave and lathered up. Turning several times, he showed us all his assets.

Dave had not adequately described him. He did have a good body, but the ass was built for pure fucking and ass-licking. His fuzzy butt was, no doubt, very soft to the touch with that velvety down all over it. His nuts were very large, about the size of a tennis ball. His cock draped over the balls and was cut as I had surmised. The head was bigger than the shaft and hung about 4" soft. The more he looked over at Dave, the bigger his cock got. After all, Dave was sporting at least 7" of fat, black ass-fucker and Jim looked like he could easily swallow it up his furry asshole.

We left the shower and dried off. Dave was teasing Jim with his big weapon by showing it off from several angles, being sure to dry it off especially well. And Jim was sure to bend over several times and show off his asshole. When Jim finally straightened up to walk out of the shower, he had a raging hard-on. He quickly covered it with a towel, but not before Dave and I got an eyeful of hard cock. It was another straight one like mine. Fairly thick and about 8" long.

The sight of his hard cock made my cock jump and start to pump up. It had lengthened out to nearly the full 9". No one else was in the locker room, so I let it show. That was all the excuse that Dave's monster dick needed. It quickly swelled from its slightly inflated length of 7" to a full 11" in seconds.

"God, you guys have great dicks! I'd love to try to sit on both of them," he said in a throaty whisper. "One at a time, though," he added.

I smiled at his forwardness and Dave said, "And I'd love to eat your fuzzy ass and then fuck you several times. Roger doesn't know what he's missing. I'll just have to explain it to him."

"And if he doesn't catch on," I added, "I'll be happy to suck you off as Dave rams his big monster up your tail, too. Roger'd better not wait too long, or you'll be the meat for our fuck sandwich."

We were all displaying complete hard-ons now. If it hadn't been such a public place, we would have fucked him right there. Jim and Dave went down their locker aisle and I walked down mine. I could see in the mirror that they were putting their clothes on and not messing around. I donned mine, too, and combed my hair at the mirror with them. We left the locker room together and met Roger at the door.

Talking It Out

Jim and Roger followed us in Roger's car and Dave and I led the way in his car. They followed closely enough for me to tell that Jim and Roger were finally having that talk that Jim had wanted to have for months.

"Dave," I said slowly, "I think they're finally having that conversation. You may be off the hook."

Dave looked in the rear view mirror to check on their progress and conversation. I looked in the side mirror to confirm my earlier findings.

"Well, they're talking alright, but that doesn't mean much. They could be arguing, or talking about something else completely unrelated," Dave replied. "It's hard to tell with my cousin what's going through his head, even when he is talking. I think I'll still need to straighten him out about the whole gay thing as I see it. Why don't you and Jim get dinner started and I'll deal with Roger in the den?"

"Ok. You steer Roger toward the den, and I'll take Jim by the arm into the kitchen. And no funny stuff! That Roger is a stud and I know what you think about studs!"

"What? My own cousin? Are you nuts? Why, that's incest!" He paused. "And the whole idea intrigues me. I wonder what he would be like in bed?" he teased.

"You WHORE!!" I nearly shouted at him, but with a smile.

"Not me. I don't charge for my services. I give them away. Would you like me to start charging you for stud services, so I can live up to the name?"

"And I'll send you a bill for my services, too. And I'm the accountant, so you know who would win that billing war," I added triumphantly.

"Truce, already," he laughed. "I'll be the picture of chastity with him. The subject matter is pretty heavy anyway, so I doubt that either of us would consider sex with the other. Not yet, anyway. He is too screwed up in the head now. Maybe later."

"Ok, truce. Go easy on him. Even though he's family, he's still very confused, and he needs your steady voice and logic to help him through this. Remember, it wasn't easy for you either. You took two weeks to finally sort out what you really wanted. And you're probably still sorting, especially the wife thing."

"That," he nearly spat, "is unfinished business. I'll take care of it in due time. I guess," he added with more softness.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to hit a nerve. I know you'll do the right thing at the right time. Let's change the subject. How are you going to deal with Roger?"

"Fuck if I know," he admitted. "Just wing it, I guess. I've gotten to know him pretty well since he was in his early teens. I'll probably draw on my own experience and look for cues as to where to go next."

"Start wingin' it now. We're home," I pointed out. I leaped from the car and trotted up the steps to the front door. Roger's car pulled in next to Dave's and stopped. The three handsome men walked to the door as I turned the key and stepped through the opening.

"I'll take your jackets," Dave offered. He hung them in the closet and returned.

"How about that drink?" I offered. "What would you like, Roger? Jim?"

"Too early for a real drink, but I think I need one anyway," admitted Roger. "Make mine a vodka, neat."

"And I'll take a wine; white, if you have it," Jim ordered.

"Coming right up. Jim, would you like to help make them?"

"Sure."

"I assume you want a white wine, too, Sugar?" I asked Dave.

"No," he paused, "better make mine a vodka on the rocks."

"Done," I said taking Jim by the arm. "Drinks will be served in the den," I added looking right at Dave.

"Ok," he answered back. Dave guided Roger into the den and closed the pocket doors.

I pulled a nice California white wine from the wine refrigerator. Jim offered to open it for me. I thanked him for his offer, because I generally can't open a wine bottle without breaking the cork off and watching half of it float on the top of the wine.

Jim acquitted himself nicely with his corking skills when the bottle opened with a firm pop. I pulled two wine glasses and two short tumblers from the cabinet, added ice to one and poured vodka into both of the tumblers.

"We'll come back for our wine. I think Dave and Roger have a lot to talk about and don't need us listening for a session this sensitive. Not to worry," I added reassuringly, "he's in good hands."

We took the glasses into the den and they were already in conversation. We placed the glasses on the table between them and left after telling them we'd fix dinner while they talked.

"Yell at us if you need refills," I said as Jim and I closed the den doors again.

I decided a light dinner was all we'd want. Jim helped as much as he could, not knowing the kitchen. The table was set and dinner was cooking within five minutes. It would be another 30 minutes before it was ready, so I took Jim into the living room for conversation and more reassurance.

"Don't worry about them. Dave will represent your interests very well, but has to get around Roger's reluctance to form a male bond with any man, first. He knows Roger well, he says, so I think your concern is unfounded. Dave's done a lot of living in his 31 years. He knows what to do."

"I hope you're right. I really have the hots for this guy. I finally told him so in the car coming over. He didn't seem to be shocked by it. Guess it wasn't that much of a revelation, after all."

"Well," I said, "that hurdle's out of the way. And if the reaction wasn't bad, he may have been thinking the same about you and didn't know how to approach it with all that straight baggage he's been carrying around. If I may be so bold as to ask, are you a bottom or a top?"

"Generally, a bottom. Why?" he responded.

"When you finally get into his pants, you have to make sure that you're making love, not having sex. I think you already said as much at the cafeteria. If he can quickly see that there's a difference and that you're different from all the other guys that he's just had sex with, you'll really get his attention. But, if you can talk him into letting you fuck him gently, with great love, you'll show him that being the receiver of a big dick does NOT make him any less of a man," I concluded with a smile.

"Confidentially, I think he has a macho hang-up about what a man is supposed to do in bed. Once he gets over that, he'll be able to accept your horny love for him," I added with a laugh.

Jim smiled. "I suppose you're right, but I'm getting 'blue balls' just waiting for the moment. What's taking them so long?"

"It takes time to turn a life around and admit what you really are. We were lucky, because we did it early in our lives, Jim. And over a period of several years, probably. Roger and Dave have had it forced on them. In Dave's case, it was a matter of overnight when his wife accused him of sleeping with another woman. At least, he had me to come to and help him sort it all out. Roger has had more time to think about it, but the decision is still very hard, and who was there to help him? It's a whole lifestyle change."

"Yeah, I guess so," he said pausing. "Can I ask you about you and Dave?"

"Sure. What do ya what to know?"

"Well, which one of you is the bottom? Both of you have big dicks and great bodies, so the answer isn't obvious to me."

"You're trying to stereotype us. Same trap that Roger's in. We both love to fuck and be fucked. I probably get fucked more than Dave does, but that's probably a function of timing, not preference. If our relationship lasts (and it has only been a week), I think that Dave will become more of a bottom. But his dick is so wonderful, I may not allow that to happen. And I love fucking his muscular ass. It's so deep and accommodating. It milks the cum right out of you! Decisions, decisions, decisions!" I said with a grin.

"With a dick that big, it wouldn't be any decision for me to make. I love a big dick up my asshole. But, I wish I had some decisions to make. I can't even get to first base with Roger."

"Give it time, give it time. Besides, from what you've said, I don't think you've ever offered him that shot at your ass. You've been afraid of the rejection."

"Maybe tonight I'll get the courage and get somewhere with him. If not, I could always spend the night here with you guys in that sandwich you promised," he said with a leer. "I'd love to take you up on your offer to eat my ass and then plug it with your fat cocks. You guys are incredibly hung. I didn't mean to get you so turned on after the showers, but I'm glad I did. I love to see how big a guy can get."

"Bullshit! You knew exactly what you were doing when you bent over to dry your feet and exposed your winking asshole. It was deliberate!"

"Caught me! Got the desired effect, though. Yours is so fat and straight and Dave's has that wicked upward curve to it. Just how big is Dave, anyway? Twelve inches?"

"I've estimated 11 inches, but never measured it. I should probably ask him, but I'd rather measure it myself. I do know he's gone deeper than any man has gone before," I said pointing to my ass. "He's quite a stretch, but he's so loving and gentle that I can take him with patience and some practice."

"I'd sure like to try him on for size."

"You really have a thing for black men, don't you?" I asked innocently.

"Yeah. Does it show that much?"

"On the practice field today and the way you look at Dave and Roger, I'd have to say it was a dead giveaway," I said laughing.

"Pathetic, isn't it? Probably because I believe the old stereotype about black men being hung big, and," he paused, "because, I'm an unabashed size queen!"

"Welcome to the club! Dave and I are, too. That's one of the reasons that Dave made that 'disgusting' offer to you in the locker room about eating your ass. He loves to do that, but only when he has a big one to hang on to at the same time. And you certainly qualify."

"I was hoping I would."

Jim asked about our relationship and how it was going. By the time I had related how I felt about it, the kitchen timer was ringing. We both got up and walked into the kitchen to check on the progress of dinner. Everything was right on time. Jim pulled the salad he'd made out of the fridge and put it on the table.

"Dinner!" I shouted in the direction of the den. My timing couldn't have been better. They had probably heard the timer and decided to join us then. They were just entering the kitchen as I shouted the last syllable of "dinner."

"We're here, already," Dave said.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to deafen you. Dinner's on the table. Jim, you and Roger sit there," indicating the spaces across from Dave and I.

We took our places and started eating. Jim and I received several compliments on our cooking skills. Simple dinners like this were very easy to prepare. However, I wasn't about to tell them that.

But, the usual banal dinner conversation was not for this setting. Jim just had to know how it went in the den.

"So, how did the talk go, Roger?" he asked.

"Cousin Dave explained a few things to me in ways that I hadn't understood before. It opened my eyes, Jim. I think we have more to talk about after dinner," he said with a smile. Patting Jim's hand, he added, "And I think you're going to like it." Now, that was progress!

Dinner conversation was much brighter from then on.

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