All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 40
"You gotta be shittin' me, Uncle Clay," I stage whispered. "This can't be true."
"I said possible, not for sure," Clay backpedaled. "I talked to Dave about his family while you and Linc were playing the slots at Bellagio this afternoon. His family does come from Kentucky as far as he knows and he thinks his grandfather said Virginia before that. But, he'd have to check with his dad to be sure about that last part. I asked if he recalled a given name of Phylander, and he said it was his grandfather's middle name." I stared blankly at him. I knew how families used unusual names to honor an ancestor they admired. "That's the name of one of the slaves that was freed in 1832 by our ancestor Newdigate Cary (when Cary was spelled the old way)."
"How can you be so sure?" I challenged.
"The name's too unusual, Mike. You know how families are in their naming patterns," he reminded me. "That's how I got saddled with my name, and how you got your middle name of Newdigate."
"Geez," I muttered. "Does Linc know about our family being slave owners, too?"
"Yeah, he does," Clay smiled. "He brushed it aside, saying he loved me, not my ancestors. That was a different time and place."
"I wonder how Dave will react to that tidbit about our mutual pasts?" I asked myself, but loudly enough for Clay to hear me.
"He's gonna know eventually, anyway," Clay said. "This journal gets handed down to a gay man in the family with each generation. You should just tell him," Clay suggested, "but, not in a crowd. Do that privately. We are the first ones to have black lovers since the early 1800's. So, it means something special to me. And you'll get the journal when I'm gone, and Josh should probably get it when you're gone. But, that choice is yours to make. You may have more than one gay nephew or cousin to consider."
"Oh?" my eyebrows shot up. "We have more queers in the family?"
"More than likely," Clay smiled.
Our table was ready, so we suspended our conversation. We followed a handsome maitre d' to our booth on the right side of the restaurant. His wedding ring sparkled, but so did his smile. Married to another guy, perhaps?
After ordering, Dave leaned over and asked what the topic of serious conversation was between Uncle Clay and me. I smiled and told him we'd discuss it later. He looked perplexed and a little hurt. "This is something you and I need to discuss, Dave, privately. It involves our ancestors."
"Is that what Clay was pumping me about back at the casino?"
"Yes, but let's just drop it until later."
He grinned at me. "Yessah, Massa!"
"Where did that come from," I asked incredulously.
"Geez, Mike," Dave laughed. "I didn't come down with the last raindrop. I can put two and two together." I stared at him. How'd he figure this out? Answering my unasked question, Dave said, "Phylander is unique. Carey is uncommon. Your uncle's name is Carey. How would he know about a name like Phylander if the Carey family didn't have something to do with my family. I've seen your genealogy charts, Mike. I know the Carey family is part of it."
"But, the black Carey's were slaves, Dave."
"That was 150 years ago," Dave sighed. "You look around the world and you see people fighting their neighbors over something that happened 500 years ago. Let it go, I say. There's nothing that can be done to reverse that terrible event in the past. If you live in the past, you can't live in the future. I prefer a future where people love and respect other people for who the individual is, not based on their color, ethnicity, religion, heritage, or wrongs done in the distant past. I'll NEVER be able to forgive any of those people who owned slaves. Never! But, I'll never meet them, either. So, why carry a grudge against the present generations if they had nothing to do with that past, nor do they treat me badly because of my past. The assholes from the gym are still assholes, though," he smiled.
"But, don't you think your family was held back because my family owned your family and used your slave labor to hold you back economically and elevate us?" I asked.
"More than likely," Dave agreed. "But like any new immigrant, they had to pull themselves up without assistance, in addition to dealing with the blatant racism of the 19th and 20th centuries. Despite it all, the last two generations have done very well, thank you. The last 40 years have allowed us to reach our potential. But, that also required us to move out of Kentucky 80 years ago to the West Coast or we'd probably still be held back."
"And the fact that we used you for our own sexual needs?" I asked.
"That's more problematic," Dave admitted. "Bad enough that you're a slave, but they compounded it by taking away our sexuality, too. Defending it as consensual is nonsense, when the aggrieved party was a slave. You turn the master down, you get your dick hacked off. I've heard terrible things about what some masters did to their women slaves if they were refused sexual relations. How much worse would it have been for the men?"
Uncle Clay and Linc were listening quietly, allowing us our own discussion of the topic. Dave looked over at Clay. "You've read the journal and I haven't, Clay. How do you see it?"
"Same way you do, Dave," he agreed. "Slavery and sexual slavery are unconscionable. But, I have to tell you that Newdigate Cary did free his slaves in 1832, 31 years before the Emancipation Proclamation. However, his body slave, as he called him, stayed with him. Newdigate even offered him a horse and more money than he gave his other freed slaves, but Jacob stayed with him. Now, that's his version. I have no idea what the truth of their relationship is. I have a copy of his will which provides for Jacob until Jacob's death, then, the balance of the estate was split evenly between Jacob's brothers (one of whom is called Phylander) and Newdigate's brothers."
"I still wonder, though, if Jacob were truly freed," Dave mused.
"We'll never know," Clay sighed.
"But the injustice of it all, Dave," I protested. "Doesn't that bother you?"
"Of course, it does," he smiled as he squeezed my shoulder. "Even after slavery was abolished, the black people were oppressed. All the Jim Crow laws, poll taxes, and other insidious ways devised to keep the black man down. We can't change the past, but we can rise above it. It seems to be in the nature of Man to suppress and oppress someone. Until civil rights laws, it was the black man. Now, it's queers. We can't seem to learn."
"Don't you think the establishment is still holding black men and women back?" Clay prompted. I nodded.
"If by that, you mean Republicans, yeah," Dave fumed. "Their "big tent" party is a farce. If they are so inclusive, why do more than 90% of black people vote for Democrats? Until racism stops, it's lunacy to stop affirmative action. Black people are still being held back in lots of ways that are too numerous to count. I'm not blind to the racism I see every day. The gym is just the latest episode."
"Amen, Brother!" Linc agreed. "I see it nearly every day in my home building business. Give the workers the proper skills training and they're as good as anyone, regardless of color or economic status. I've seen enough worthless white boys to know that no group has the corner on unreliable, undependable, or irresponsible. The person is the problem, not the group. And substance abuse! Don't EVEN get me started on that one."
"I still think you're being too generous, Dave," I continued. "I don't have the discrimination issues that you and Linc do. But, I still find it hard to believe that you can be so cavalier about your lover being the descendant of slave owners of your ancestors."
"I'm not cavalier, Mike. I'm being realistic. What possible good would it do, to be mad at you or take out on you the injustice, abuse, and probable mutilation of my people over 170 years ago. You aren't responsible, they are. Why would I hold it against you? I'd lose you and we wouldn't be lovers anymore. Who would I be punishing by adhering to the principle that Whitey did this to my people so I'll not have anything more to do with them than I absolutely must? How does that benefit me, now? How does that right the wrongs of the past? No, Mike. That's just racism of another type."
"But, Dave," Linc pressed, "don't you see how this gets us back to the discussion we had earlier about some black men only wanting to be with other black men? Black people are gonna be rightly suspicious of black guys like us with white boyfriends. And why shouldn't they look askance at us? To another black person, we've sold out to Whitey's racist message that white is better. White society, the media, advertisers, the whole thing is continuously preaching about how beautiful and wonderful white is. Even the soap operas are pushing the all mighty white dick! It's all a form of racism. And the tokenism that you see in some commercials and television programs is patently offensive in its obviousness."
Dave sighed. "I completely agree, Linc. I understand why black people are suspicious of a black with a white, but being with one doesn't necessarily mean rejection of the other. It just so happens that the person I love wears a white skin. That's healthy! But, how many times have you heard someone of either race forming that conclusion, instead of instantly jumping to the obvious sell-out scenario?" Dave sighed again. "However, you do have to wonder how often they're right. How many relationships are based on the racial stereotypes instead of on true respect and love for your partner?"
"You do have to examine it closely," Linc agreed. "Whenever I have one of these conversations with another person of color, I have to ask myself how much of the stereotype have I bought into. I know I love Clay for who he is and how much he means to me. But am I also working on some preference that's been hammered into me? And the honest answer always has to be, probably. Some part of it may be. It makes him a complete person. I can't ignore his skin color, just as he can't ignore mine. But, is color the real reason we are together? To that, I can loudly shout, NO!"
"I agree, too, that when a guy expresses a preference to a person of another color, I wonder if they are being shallow and buying into a stereotype (black guys have big dicks and white guys are better)," Clay observed. "I won't impugn their motives. But, when I hear that preference muttered, it always makes me cringe. Do those white boys really expect me to believe that they won't reject a black man with an average or small dick? They've bought the stereotype. They really don't have a preference for black men."
"I'll disagree only slightly there, Uncle Clay," I butted in. "I have a friend at home who loves black men because of the color of their skin, not because they have big dicks. In fact, he's said more than once to me that he preferred them with average to small dicks, but he loved the color and feel of black next to his skin. It made him feel special."
Linc and Dave laughed at me. "You expect me to believe that?" Dave asked.
"I'm only repeating what he said," I said defensively. "I don't vouch for its truthfulness."
"It is possible, however unlikely," Clay observed. "But, that's off the point, anyway. Clay and Linc are still right. Racism is everywhere. I only wish all our motives were pure as we like to think they are." We all nodded to that.
Yet, racism and racial stereotypes are part of our culture. Are we really honest about how we feel about another person not of our color? And I wondered if the slavery issue would change our relationship. This was heavy baggage for us. Dave is clearly the wronged party. Perhaps, with time, he'll change his mind about it. But, for now, I'm gonna take his views at face value and love him even more.
Dave changed the subject to our possible conquests for the weekend. Linc and Clay only smiled when I let it slip that Josh had already drained both of us repeatedly, so we were looking to today's new acquaintances as bed partners. I asked which ones they'd recommend first.
"Oh, for sure, you gotta go with the couple, Luke and Tyler," Linc smiled. "I have it on very reliable authority that not only do they have awesome bodies, but also, big cocks and tight, hungry butts. And they love other couples. Lord knows, they've made passes at us often enough," he laughed. Clay agreed.
"Okay, we'll call them after dinner," Dave suggested to me.
"Fine with me," I added.
Uncle Clay suggested several items from the menu that he'd tried and would recommend. Heeding his advice, we ordered a tenderloin of beef (with all kinds of special sauces and preparations that escaped me) for Dave and a stuffed guinea fowl (with herbs, basmati rice, and other creative concoctions that sounded good) for me.
While we waited, Linc regaled us with salacious tales about Ty and Luke. They were the widely known for their parties, where lots of the beautiful people from Hollywood and modeling agencies would show up. With their legendary entertaining skills and scandalous bedroom antics and partners, they were popular guys.
Dave and I were wondering if we'd made a mistake. We aren't into the "A-list Faggots" (who are so pretentious, shallow, and bitchy, you expect a knife in your back if you turn around).
But, Clay assured us that "the boys" were very down-to-earth types. However, they did enjoy their men gorgeous, hunky, and hung. More than one Hollywood star had tried to get into their bed and had been kindly told to go away, because he didn't meet one or more of the criteria. Evidently, we did.
I was puzzled as to how they'd known we'd qualify for hung. No doubt, Clay or Linc had let that "bon mot" drop during the conversation. I was sure they thought Dave was gorgeous (and I agreed), but to get him, they'd have to take me, too. I don't crack mirrors, but I'm not in Dave's league, either (even though I do have a daddy look). Dave and I have been called hunky often enough to believe that one.
Dinner would drag on until at least 9, so Dave decided to call our potential hosts to see if they'd be available later this evening. The smile on his face as he returned told me we were expected at the domicile of Tyler and Luke. We skipped dessert and after dinner drinks. Our hosts wouldn't want to wheel us into the bedroom because we'd stuffed ourselves at dinner.
We dropped Clay and Linc off at the Sandbox, with the stipulation to be back at their place no later than 10 a.m. for brunch at one of the casinos. If we promised to be good, we could take the new Lexus. We were VERY good.
Luke and Tyler owned a two-story condo in a developed community about three miles from The Strip, but across town from Uncle Clay's place. Greeting us at the door, Luke showed us around, while Ty offered us drinks (which we declined, opting for bottled water, instead). Luke was blonde, about 30, 5'6" with the tight body of a gymnast. Ty was a redhead, about 25, and at least 4" shorter than Luke, but with a similar build. Luke was handsome in a model kind of way, while Ty was boyishly cute. We towered over them, but that seemed to make them even happier.
It was obvious after the first few minutes that Luke was hot for Dave and Ty for me. I was surely okay with that. Dave was, too. For the next hour, we found out more about each other, how I'd seduced Dave (according to Dave, anyway), what kind of work we did, their performances with Cirque du Soleil, and their legendary parties. Without dropping names, their stories about some of the rich and famous had us laughing until tears rolled down our faces.
When the conversation turned to sex with men, Dave and I had the better stories, including the coaches (and team meetings), Robocop, and Brad Hydewood. When we mentioned Brad, they nearly swooned.
"He's SO fuckin' hot," Ty drooled. "He could fuck me all day and night."
"Me, too," agreed Luke. "We even have his dick-shaped dildo to pleasure us. But, to get the real thing would be SO kewl!"
"He's a charming man," Dave understated. "And seems to have a really hot daddy for a lover, now. We introduced them."
"Damn!" Ty laughed. "I wanted to marry him."
"You're already married," Luke protested.
"For him, I'd be a bigamist," Ty grinned.
"Where would a little guy like you put that big cock of his, anyway?" I asked indelicately.
"You'd be surprised what this little stallion can take," Luke revealed. "Bottomless pit, I think."
"Not quite, but I've enjoyed some big ones," his lover admitted. "And I'd not be throwing those kinda rocks my direction, either, Wonderboy. I've seen you take ones I couldn't."
"Truce!" Luke laughed. "We only need to entertain our guests, not dredge up our deviant pasts."
"I think your stories are great," Dave said. "You aren't the only ones with high libidos. Mike and I have fucked with a lot of guys since I came out. I know I don't regret it and I'm sure Mike doesn't either."
"Not one inch of it," I laughed.
"Clay told us that you were both well-hung, but didn't specify," Ty began. "Just how big is well-hung?"
Dave smiled. "Well, 11" here, and 9" there," indicating me.
"And thick," I added.
"Yeah," Luke smiled. "My kinda men. Ty and I are both 8", which is pretty big considering how short we are."
"Short only matters in bed," Dave snickered.
"You guys want showers before we pair off?"
"Yeah," Dave agreed. "We're clean freaks."
"Okay," Ty directed. "We'll be happy to join you in the showers. You don't mind if Mike and I pair off, do ya Dave?"
"Luke isn't a consolation prize, so I'm sure okay with your idea, Ty," Dave grinned. I smiled my agreement, too.
Dave was led into one bedroom and Ty led me into the other. Both rooms had spacious bathrooms (I later found out), but not as spacious as the shower in our master bedroom at home. They were just big enough for two people.
Ty and I were more than pleased at the cramped space. Our bare bodies slid across and around each other as we soaped and rinsed all the important places. His fat 8" cock pressed hard against me, then my thick 9" hammer slid along his ass trench. I seemed to have found at least one part of a versatile couple.
Drying off, Ty was eagerly licking my ass, getting closer to the prize while he slowly jerked my hard dick. "I love a cock that leaks as much as yours does, Mike," he moaned between slurps on my ass.
"Let's get this to the bed," I suggested. "I assume you enjoy being done to you what you just did to me."
"That and MUCH more," Ty smiled as he bounced on to the bed and spread his legs perpendicular to his body in the position of the splits. "Wanna start by chewing on my butt for me. I need that big dick up my ass, but you gotta get my butthole happy first." He raised up off the bed in a handstand, keeping his legs parallel with the floor, still in the splits. "Eat it, Man!"
More than happy to comply, I moved to stick my face in his elevated ass. He maintained his handstand for a remarkably long time as I munched on his tight pucker, then rolled on to his shoulders, keeping his legs elevated. With a practiced motion, he pulled his hips downward until his dick disappeared into his mouth. Flexibility like that made me jealous, but I was more than content munching his tight pucker. Every few seconds, I'd break my lip lock on his hot butt to marvel as his skills in self-sucking several inches of his fat cock.
"That's so HOT, Ty!" I sighed. "I sure wish I could do that to myself." Ty only smiled up at me, then demonstrated how easily he could swallow his hard dick to the root. I felt like a ogling bystander when confronted with skills that incredible.
"Sit on my face, now, Mike. I love a hot, muscle butt to eat while I'm being spread by a long tongue." He'd done this before with guests, I decided. Or it was a favorite thing to do with his lover.
It had crossed my mind that Dave and Luke hadn't joined us. But, I was so caught up in Ty's tight hole and his self-sucking skills that I didn't spend much energy on wondering where they were. We were, after all, sharing our sexual partners (in a manner of speaking).
Casually, we moved into a tortured, butt-eating 69. He was so much shorter than I that the logistics worked marginally well. But, our cock sucking worked much better as we had more dick length to make up for the stature differences.
Ty was a talented cocksucker. He could deep throat me without much effort. That told me that his lover's dick was a thick eight inches similar to his, and he'd had much practice on it. That, of course, was in addition to practicing on himself. Within a few minutes, he had me on the brink of a climax. I pulled away before he got me so close I'd not be able to stop feeding him my cream.
"This load is going up your ass, hot man," I indicated. "Not down your throat."
Ty reached for lube and a condom, handing me both. "You have no idea how much I wanna be fucked by you, Mike. You're such a HOT daddy!"
I smiled down at him. "What's your favorite position, Ty?"
"On my back until you're ready to cum. Then, I want you to roll me on to my stomach, mount me and smother me with your hot, big body as you unload into my ass."
I rolled the condom on, then greased up his asshole as he pulled his legs back to his ears, presenting me with a beautiful, muscled ass and winking pucker. As I pressed my fat dickhead against his opening, Ty grabbed my butt with both hands and pulled me into him, hard. My cock rammed into him, balls deep. He winced only slightly, then smiled. "Fuck me, Daddy! I need a BIG load in my ass."
Smiling down at him, I ground in the thick root of my dick, making him moan with pleasure. My dick jerked inside him. He answered back by milking my hard member without moving my cock in and out. His ass-tunnel muscle control was incredible. "You keep that up, Ty, and I'll cum before I can pull out and roll you over."
He smiled up at me. "Rotate that big dick inside me so I can feel it stretching my guts, then plow me deep with your horse cock. Ride my ass hard until you need to flip me over and fill me with daddy sperm."
Always one to take direction well, I complied with his wishes. His tight ass was well educated in the manly art of getting butt fucked. My only regret was that it wasn't going to last very long. I couldn't withstand his milking ass more than another minute before I flipped him over and mounted him doggie style. Ty backed on to my nine inches eagerly, then pulled me down on top of him. He grabbed my round, muscle ass with both hands and pulled me deep into his hole. Resting on his muscled back, I hammered as hard into him as I dared. But, Ty hungrily pushed back with each thrust into him.
"Yeah, Daddy! Pound that ass! Fuck me HARD!" he urged. His taut muscles bulged and flexed with each thrust. This wouldn't take much longer for my climax to fill the protective condom. But, Ty had another idea. He turned his head and asked, "You wanna get blown while I fuck you, Mike?"
That sure sounded good to me. I knew I'd enjoy his fat 8" dick in my ass. And cumming at the same time as I'm getting fucked is always pleasurable. I pulled out of his still tight ass and stripped off the condom. While I rolled on to my back and lifted my legs, Ty grabbed a condom and prepped his hard dick and my butthole with lube. "This isn't gonna be as big as Dave's, I'm sure," Ty smiled. "But, you'll never get a better blowjob-fuck combination!"
I'll be the judge of that, I grinned to myself. I'd had a few in my life and they were all GOOD! In one smooth motion, his big-headed eight inches slid up my butt. He reached out and worked my nips until they were stone-hard erect. Ty's slow pistoning of my ass felt wonderful. His cockhead hit my hot prostate with each thrust and withdrawal. I was getting close to climax again and told him so.
"Sounds like I need to start that blowjob-fuck I promised," he smiled at me. Bending his body easily, his mouth engulfed the head and several inches of my dripping dick. I felt his lips on the base of my cock as my dickhead slid down his throat. His throat muscles contracted and relaxed, working me like his ass muscles had earlier. He pulled off to take a breath. "I hope you're close. I'm about ready to fill your ass with hot cum, Daddy," Ty gasped.
"Fuck away, Man!" I urged. "I'm within a couple of strokes of filling your throat with a big flood of cream."
Needing no further confirmation of my readiness, Ty hammered my ass with long strokes that matched his mouth and throat. He was right. I'd never been fucked and sucked this well by any man. Even when I'd had two guys working on me, they weren't able to time their fucking and cocksucking as well as Ty was.
"Ah, FUCK, Ty! I'm gonna cum!" I bellowed. Ty moaned something incoherent around my dickhead as his pistoning cock slammed harder and faster into me. "SHIT!" I shouted as a final warning. Grabbing his hard, small ass with both hands, I pulled him hard into me and held on while he bucked, and fucked me. Never losing his grip and only a couple of inches of depth, his mouth sucked hard on my jerking cock, swallowing hot cum each time he blasted more of his load up my ass. This was nearly as good as getting fucked and cumming without touching my dick!
I hung on to his quivering, pounding ass as Ty unloaded more sperm into the condom. Although I was nearly out of control, I urged him deeper and faster into me. I needed that big dick of his to force more cum down his throat, satisfying my need to sperm his mouth.
He finally pulled off my cum-dripping cock with a plop. "Gawd! Your cream tastes good. I just had to have your cum in my mouth. Wasting it in a condom just wasn't good enough. I hope Dave appreciates it."
"He does," I assured him. "And I hope Luke enjoys your fuckin' dick up his ass as well as your oral skills. How'd you learn how to do that?"
"Practice and flexibility I have to have for the job," he said. "We're both good at sucking and fucking at the same time," Ty revealed. "The flexibility I had before I met Luke and started with Cirque. I've been suckin' myself off since I was in my early teens. I'll bet Dave got some of the same action I just gave you, too."
"Oh, I'm sure he did," I agreed.
"A big 11" cock like Dave's will satisfy Luke probably too well. He loves to get fucked. But, he's also a good host, so he probably offered to service Dave like I did you, Mike," Ty grinned shyly. "I hope you don't mind me calling you Daddy. That's always been a weakness of mine." I smiled and assured him I didn't mind. "I very nearly didn't give you the fuck-suck thing, because I love being fucked hard on my stomach by big guys like you." Ty rubbed my round, hard pex. "And those furry pex really get to me."
"We'll be back in Las Vegas to see Uncle Clay again, I'm sure," I laughed. I didn't want to invite them up to the Northwest before I talked to Dave about it. But, if Dave were serviced only half as well as I was, I was sure Dave would agree. And so would most of our horny friends. Their dance card would be full for the entire visit. On second thought, maybe we shouldn't let any of them know about Tyler and Luke. We'd never get a shot at them with those dick and ass vultures circling at home.
Ty looked up at me. "You know," he began, "the only thing I really hate about hot sex like this is the stud fucking me having to wear a condom. I love bareback! The feeling of hot sperm being shot up my ass can't be matched."
"Dave and I bareback, but only with each other," I revealed.
"Yeah?! So do we, but never with anyone else."
"We do that as well, with one exception." I told him about the 18th birthday wish that we'd granted Kurt. As I finished the tale, Dave and Luke joined us. "I was just telling Ty about Kurt and his 18th birthday present from us," I told the arriving party of two. "You two certainly look satisfied," I grinned up at Dave and Luke. "Something you should share with us?"
"You give him the special of the house, Luke?" Ty grinned at his partner.
"Oh, yeah!" Luke laughed. "But, only after that enormous cock of his nearly fucked me to death. And I loved every inch of it. It'd be too big for you, Babe," he smirked.
"Says you!" Tyler challenged with a laugh. "I've had big ones before."
"Big, yes. Enormous, NO!"
"Remember Gene?" Tyler asked petulantly. "I took him."
"And nearly passed out," Luke reminded him. "Dave is even BIGGER! We'd have to wrap you in duct tape to keep you from exploding!" Luke laughed.
"Okay, so I'm not the Grand Canyon!" Ty smiled. "I'll just have to take your word for it, I guess."
"You have mine as well, Ty," I volunteered. "It's BIG, even for a guy my size to take up the ass!"
"Well, my love," Luke said, "I nearly passed out from the pleasure and the stretching he did to my ass. And there was NO possible way to get him down my throat. But, I think he was still satisfied," he added smiling at Dave.
"A very satisfied customer," Dave grinned. "That fuck-suck thing made me cum from my toes. Climaxes that strong are rare. Only Mike makes me squirt more intensely."
As it turned out, Gene was one of the men that we'd lined up for the following day, not thinking that the Gene who was one of the security guards at Bellagio's Art Museum was the same Gene that Tyler and Luke were talking about.
And Gene was as advertised. No one was going to mess with that 6'7" giant bodybuilder. It must have been quite a match-up with the shorter Luke and Ty. Gene's cock was as thick as Dave's, but an inch shorter. As soon as he saw what Dave and I had to offer in the dick department, he wanted to bottom for the entire evening. Of course, we couldn't allow that! A fat, white cock that size had to top both of us at least once each. Gene was surely up for that. His big, brawny body eclipsed us, towered over us standing or lying down.
Dave and I did our best to service his big body in tandem. One was fucking his ass while the other was getting fucked or blowing him and dangling our dick down his throat. Getting hard, fat, long cock up his ass was his favorite. He admitted that's what he loved most, but rarely got, due to his size. Even other gay bodybuilders saw him as only a top, and never considered fucking his hard, muscled butt. Of course, with a dick that size, it wasn't too difficult to figure out why.
Our only question was how he could hide something that big when he was posing in those miniscule swimsuits. He pointed out that it was only a little more than average size when soft, and he tucked it under his balls. He did admit, however, that he'd popped a woody in a couple of contests, which was an embarrassment backstage, but he'd gotten it under control before the pose down. It also got his big cock up the ass of four of his competitors after one competition. One of them, he fucked in the showers, and the other three he'd done later.
He'd tried dating some of the other bodybuilders, but it was too competitive, even when they were in other weight classes. And all of the ones he thought had potential as boyfriends were confirmed bottoms. There wasn't a top in the lot of them. We told him of our friends on the professional football team, suggesting he might want to look at that group. There wasn't a professional team in Las Vegas, but he wasn't going to be a security guard at Bellagio for the rest of his life, either. His college degree should be worth something. A degree in Art History got him this job, but I couldn't think of any other place that would hire him in that field.
Leaving him with an open invitation to visit us at home, we returned to Uncle Clay's Sandbox. We both leaned on Linc to see if there were something he could do in the building trades area for Gene, but without a union apprenticeship, there wasn't much Linc could do. Besides, he pointed out, does he even want to do that kind of work? Having not asked that question, we were stumped. Clay and Linc did want to help, but didn't know how they could without better information. We decided to call Gene back in the morning and ask him more questions. He was going to be our project, we decided. He needed a job AND a boyfriend with a future.
The next day, our third (or fourth if you count Tyler and Luke as two) date was with a Latino card dealer from New York, New York Hotel and Casino. The man absolutely sparkled. Linc called him "Chatty Cathy." And Luis was. He was the tour guide that everyone would love, knowing all the right places to go, when to be there, where the best food was, and the hottest spots for finding men. With all that knowledge, we wondered why he'd not found the man of his dreams. But, he acknowledged that he'd rather play the field than get "married." "Besides," he said, "when the gay celebrities are in town and they need a Latino stud, I'm available. And for free, unlike the so-called escorts. I know I can show them at least as good a time as those tramps who charge by the hour."
His round ass and fat 8 «" choriso convinced us. He had us laughing most of the evening. The exceptions were when we were panting over his sculpted body and hot ass or big dick. Being a versatile man, he pleasured Dave and I completely. By the time we left, we were as convinced as he was that he was solid competition for the paid escorts. The only problem was getting well known enough to find the man that could take him away from casino life. Dave thought he was pretty shallow to be looking for a hot Hollywood guy to support him, but I wasn't sure he was that shallow. However, if it made both of them happy, who was I to criticize.
We were home early from Luis' place. Remembering to call Gene, I asked him what skills he had in the building trades. Finding out he had none, nor any interest, I pressed further. He'd thought about working for one of the local gyms as a trainer, but the pay was so poor, he didn't pursue it. I knew the same situation existed where we lived. Without resolving his career future, I reminded him that our invitation to visit us was very real. He would consider it, he said, if we promised to fuck him continuously during his visit. Laughing at another bold attempt to get us to bed him again before we left Las Vegas, I promised him a good time with Dave and I when he visited us at home.
Linc made us a couple of ham sandwiches, which Dave chased with a beer and I drown in a glass of Chardonnay. Being our hosts were family, we thought it only fair to divulge whatever information they'd asked. After tantalizing them with Luis' stories and future plans, and protestations concerning Gene's bottom preferences, we shuffled off to bed.
Showering together, we started a serious game of "hide the wiener." By the time I handed Dave the soap, my hard cock was long- dicking his tight chute. Standing in front of me, Dave had grabbed my butt and pulled me savagely into his ass. My hands worked his nips and slowly stroked his hard 11" of man meat.
"Is this a private game or is there room for another player?" a sexually provocative voice asked from outside the shower.
Dave instantly replied, "Immediate seating available right here on this big black dick, Sonny." The shower door opened and Josh slipped in. Using the lube we'd brought into the shower with us, Josh greased up his hungry hole, pulled Dave's big mahogany phallus down to his ass level, and impaled himself.
"Fuck that feels GOOD!" Josh crowed. "I've really needed this." Dave bent his knees to improve the angle of penetration. I made sure that I stayed with him. His knees straightened as he lifted Josh off the floor and completely buried his dick horn up Josh's eager butt. "Fuck, YEAH! Oh, Man! Open me UP!" Josh moaned.
Each time Dave lunged forward, his ass tightened hard around my dick. I was going to blow my wad up his ass before I wanted to.
Dave saved me. "Let's move this to the bed. I know I can get deeper and fuck you harder that way, Josh." He turned off the water. "And you can get that big cock of yours up my hole and flood me with another load of your special sauce," he said to me.
Drying fast, we tumbled on to the bed. Josh was on his back, legs over his head, his butt pucker quaking with lust. "Fuck me, Dave!" he cried. "I want it bareback and deep!"
"Not before you eat my ass, Boy!" Dave snarled. Josh loved it. Being bossed around by a big-dicked guy was exactly what fulfilled one of his fantasies. While Josh worked on Dave's dark melons, I ate out Josh. Dave decided that if I turned around, he could suck on my hole, too. We were certainly a happy trio.
But, Dave had other ideas. He knew that Josh liked butt- flavored dick. And Dave wanted a piece of my hard ass, as he hadn't fucked me in several days, and I'd just had the pleasure of riding his tail a few minutes ago. Pushing my ass down, he lined his dick up with my well-tongued hole and pushed. Although I was used to his size, taking it without real lube was not easy. But, Dave took it slowly and I did love his cock up my butt, so he soon had me completely fucked.
Rubbing his butthole across Josh's tongue, Dave said, "You ready for some hot dick, Boy?"
"Oh, yes, Sir!" Josh moaned around Dave's muscled globes. Thinking Dave meant he was ready to fuck Josh's ass, Josh threw his legs over his shoulders and spread his ass cheeks.
"Not so fast, Sonny," he smiled. "You gotta get it wet first. Besides," he smirked, "Mike's left you a special taste on my dick. Clean it off, Kid!"
Obeying immediately, Josh bent over and started sucking Dave's dick. He moaned with pleasure as more inches of dick slipped into his mouth for him to enjoy. I moved in behind him and began to eat Josh's randy butthole, again. Taking Dave's big cock wasn't easy for anyone without at least some preparation. Josh was enjoying Dave's black popsicle stick a little too much as his hand was rapidly jacking himself off. Dave slapped his hand away.
"I'm gonna fuck you so good, Kid, that your dick'll shoot off without even touching it," Dave promised. "Get in position." For the third time, Josh raised his legs and presented his hungry hole. "Eat Mike's butthole while I fuck ya," Dave directed.
I lowered my ass over Josh's face, as Dave's bloated trouser snake pressed hard against Josh's pucker. Josh sniffed at my ass and signed. "I love eatin' butt almost more than gettin' fucked," he moaned. Dave's broad dickhead popped inside just as Josh's tongue began to lap at my briefly fucked hole. I knew he tasted some of Dave's precum as well as my butthole. Josh had become the poster boy for butt pig.
Dave leaned over and sucked in several inches of my dick as more inches of his thick rammer descended into Josh's nether region. Leaning over Dave's back, my butthole presented an even more tempting target for Josh's tongue. But, my purpose was to finger Dave's hole so well that he'd shoot soon. I didn't think that Josh could handle much fucking without more lube or preparation. And it looked like he'd get neither on this round.
"Oh, Man!" Josh moaned around my ass cheeks. "Fuck me, Dave. Hammer my ass!" Dave was long-dicking Josh's butthole with increasing speed. My finger was massaging Dave's prostate and his hole was clamping down hard on me. I knew that Dave's held breath was a futile attempt to delay an orgasm. With a final jab as his pleasure nut, I pushed him into a shuddering climax that blasted creamy sperm into Josh's thirsty butt.
Josh was crying into my ass his own climax, his hand assisting his pleasure as he jacked himself off. Dave may have started Josh's climax, but Josh was going to finish it. With unrelenting waves of pleasure, the two rutting animals slowly resolved their body control into something resembling human beings. I rolled off Josh's face.
"Clean it, Boy!" Dave commanded, offering his still dripping dick to Josh. Josh brightened like he'd been offered large denomination currency, and opened his mouth. Dave moved so he could lick up Josh's spent cum and suck any remaining drops from Josh's wilting dick, as he shoved his own cum dripping dick into Josh's open maw.
Seeing my opening, I applied lube to Dave's ass and mounted him. He only grunted quietly as I entered him. I was sure more cum was rolling out of Dave's dick as I fucked his ass. The scent of cum and well- fucked butts had me at climax point in under a minute. I held back, slowing my pace. But, Dave would have none of that. Grabbing my butt with both hands, he rammed me hard into his ass at a speed sure to cause my to cum. In ten seconds, I'd passed the point of holding back. It was all over.
Flooding his butt with my load, I spasmed atop his broad back as my climax crashed over me repeatedly. I flopped and bucked like a combination fish and horse. One moment fucking him like a stallion, the next moment losing control and flopping like a fish out of water.
Josh ejected Dave's wilting dick from his mouth. "Damn, Dave! You sure do leak a lot after you cum."
"Most of that's Mike's fault," Dave acknowledged. "Fuckin' my ass always makes me push out more cum if I've just climaxed."
I pulled out of Dave's creamed hole with a wet plop. "And I don't regret one fuckin' thrust," I admitted.
"Wanna sit on my face now, Dave, and let me eat out Mike's load?" Josh asked. Major butt pig, I decided.
"I've shot it so far up there, I doubt you'll get any of my load," I said dubiously.
"I'm very talented and have a long tongue, Mike," Josh teased.
Dave didn't mind, nor did I. Josh pulled Dave's muscled melons apart and dove in. Again, he was in butt pig heaven. Whatever, I thought. Dave's face agreed.
After we showered again, Josh reluctantly went to his own bedroom. He'd had designs on spending another sex-filled night with us, but we needed our beauty rest. We weren't as young as we used to be, we told him. He protested that we were on vacation and it didn't matter what time we got up, but we prevailed and sent him to his own room.
"Besides," Dave muttered after Josh was gone, "I still haven't had a chance to reclaim my territory in several days."
I smiled. I knew what that meant. Sometime in the middle of the night or early in the next morning, my butt was gonna get hammered into the mattress by his black steel spike. I wasn't complaining. In fact, I was looking forward to it. I'd missed that big cock of his. Those gymnasts were fun, but not filling. The bodybuilder was incredible, but just didn't reach that special place that Dave could.
"Promise?" I asked with a smile.
"Bet your ass on it, Babe."
It was early morning when Dave mounted me. I'd been asleep on my side when he'd lubed up my pucker and pressed his dark plum against it. I backed into it, relaxing. Several inches skidded inside. We both sighed. Dave rolled me on to my stomach, then pulled me up onto all fours. "How about a little doggie action, Mike?"
"Anything you want, Stud." I slipped down so that my shoulders and head rested on the bed, my ass stuck obscenely into the air. I used my hands to spread my already-parted buttcheeks farther. Dave glided in and stopped. His big balls swung against mine.
"You sure know how to show a man a good time," Dave crooned. "You've got the hottest fuckin' ass on the planet."
"I'll bet you say that to all the men you fuck," I snickered.
"Only the good-lookin' ones named Mike." He punctuated that with a hard jab and a special grind into my parted ass trench. "Fuck! You're incredible."
I milked his dick gently with my ass chute muscles. He moaned again. I reached under me and between his legs. Massaging his boiling nuts, I slipped a finger up his ass and pressed on his prostate. "Get your finger outta there," he snarled. "I don't wanna cum, yet," he laughed as I tickled his balls. Dave pushed down on my lower back, forcing me flat onto the bed. He pulled himself up so his dick was fucking straight down into me. His hands hooked under my chest and over my shoulders. Pulling me into each thrust of his big 11" of meat, Dave made love to me for several minutes, nuzzling my neck, chewing on my earlobes, whispering into my ear how much he loved me.
As much as I loved this, Dave loved it more. Without realizing it, his speed had increased and his breath shortened. Our sexual coupling had approached an urgent need to breed. My back was arching up to meet each of his pistons into me. His long-dicking had become shortened, only the last couple of inches near the base were ever exposed. My own need had manifested itself by slowly increasing my milking pressure on his thrusting cock.
"Oh, fuck, Mike. I'm gonna cum in your hot ass," he breathed quietly, almost matter-of-factly. "I love you, Mike. Gotta cum! Fuckin' CUM!"
And I was equally as needy with my urging him to "Fuck me, Dave! Fuck me! Oh! CUM in me! Give me every inch!"
Dave slammed hard into me and held on, grinding in that thick last inch and bucking atop me. I could feel each spasm as his starchy manjuice shot into me. With each climax wave, Dave's body jerked and his dick squirted out another heavy, creamy rope of dick gravy for my hungry ass to enjoy.
After a good minute of spasms, jerks, and moans, Dave rolled off me, his cock still dripping cum. "Oh, no you don't," I protested. I swung astride his legs, aimed his slowly wilting cock at my still stretched asshole and sat down. His slick cock rocketed quickly back inside me. "I want all that load up my ass, Dave," I smiled down at him. "And you get all this." I started jerking my hard dick at his face while I fucked myself on his still lengthy, but wilting dick. There was more than enough cock in my ass to stimulate my prostate, especially after the great fuck I'd just gotten from him. I was back to the edge of my climax in a few more seconds.
Dave lifted his head, smiled, and opened his mouth. His timing couldn't have been better. I was probably already spasming and clutching at his dick as my climax roared over me. "FUCK!" I shouted and let fly with one big white rope of baby sauce after another. The first three hit him squarely in the face, only two went in his mouth (the other one hit him on the right cheek). The rest of the squirts landed on his chest and stomach. As I pumped out more cum, Dave's dick hit my prostate hard. His cock had shrunk up enough that the big head was wedged against my joy button and causing incredible pleasure.
I shuddered as another wave hit me. His dickhead was really working me over. I sat back on his hips, forcing his cock deeper into me. That stopped the unendurable stimulation of my prostate. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Damn!" I purred. "You sure can fuck!" I leaned in, licking cum off his chest and stomach, then shared my bounty with a passionate kiss. "You're still the best fuck I've ever had."
"Takes two to Tango," he smiled up at me.
Rolling off of Dave, I lay beside him. He snuggled into me, playing with my chest hairs. "You still love me after all those hot men we've had," he said.
"Of course, Dave," I assured him. "I'll never find anyone as perfect as you are. No one is better sex, or a better friend."
"No one?"
"Not a soul."
"You sure?"
"Dave?" I looked at him sternly. "What are you driving at?"
"Oh, just looking for reassurance, I guess," he mused. "Some of those guys are so hot. Like Gene, for instance. I know he's definitely your type."
"He sure is," I agreed. "All those big muscles, not to mention that hot ass and big cock. But, you're forgetting, Dave. That's just sex. I love you. And you do it better, anyway."
"Really?"
"Of course, really," I sighed. "What's up with this line of questions?"
"Oh, I don't know," he confessed. "Some of these guys have been so hot, I don't feel like I can compete."
"You gotta be kiddin' me!" I laughed. He looked up into my eyes. No, he wasn't kidding. "I don't know what kind of guarantees or assurances you need, Dave. I love you. I don't know what more I can say to convince you."
"I guess I just need to hear it," he signed.
"Well, you probably need to hear it more often, too. Especially, after we have one of those sessions with totally awesome guys like Gene," I suggested. "Perhaps, Dave, there's a little projecting going on here?" I grinned.
"Caught me!" Dave laughed. "Yeah, Gene's HOT! He's a lot of the things I like physically in a man, too."
"Thought so," I smiled smugly. "He's gonna be someone's awesome catch. But, not mine. I already have the best one out there, my love."
"Thanks, Mike. I guess I just need to hear it once in a while to reassure me that we're both on the same page of this relationship."
"As long as that big place marker you have between your legs is between my ass cheeks frequently, we'll always be on the same page, Sweetcheeks."
"Now, our relationship has been reduced to sex?" Dave laughed.
"Yeah," I teased him. "You've always been just a sexual object to me. Nothing more!"
"Fucker!"
"Fuckee, Dear!"
Will they succeed in finding a new career for Gene? And what will the New Year bring our heroes? Comments to gymhunk@msn.com