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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 43

Junior was true to his word. When the clock radio turned on at 6:45 a.m., Junior hadn't molested us during the night. Dave rolled over and turned off the radio. I'd already been catnapping and was ready to get up. I pulled Dave into me and asked, "Shall we go molest our guest?"

"More likely, he's gonna want to molest us," Dave smiled. "With all that lube and cum in my ass, I know I can take him on. But, ME first! My ass couldn't stand another long ride on that Texas longhorn of his."

"Suits me," I grinned and patted his ass. "Let's go wake him."

"Let's do a repeat of last night in the den, but me first," Dave confirmed. "Okay?"

I nodded my assent as we crept down the hallway to the guestroom. Dave opened the door quietly. Junior was sprawled out on the bed, his chest exposed, and a large tent where his dick was. He was having a great dream from the looks of the throbbing happening in that fabric tent.

We crept into the room and crawled on to the bed. Junior awoke and smiled. "Thanks for the wake up call," he drawled. "But, Beau Junior's been awake for a spell, already," he grinned pulling back the sheets and exposing his precum dripping twelve incher. "Wanna play?"

"Does the Pope shit in the woods? Is the bear Catholic?" Dave answered mangling an old phrase. The Texan thought that mixed question was funny, guffawing for several minutes before Dave continued, "Well, how about if I sit on that thing while you try to get over my wrecked phrasing?" That only made Junior laugh harder. But, he nodded his consent. Dave straddled the big 12" Texas Torpedo, greased it up, added a condom, and sat on it, slowly.

Dave grinned. The pleasure of a fat, long cock up his ass was good each time he did it. I could tell by the concentration etched on his face that he was milking Junior's cock with his ass channel. And Junior'd stopped laughing. His breathing was ragged, a determined frown creased his handsome face, but it was to no avail.

A burst of pent-up air rushed from his lungs when Junior realized he couldn't hold back his climax. Arching his hips, he deeply buried his horse dick up Dave's milking ass. Junior's hand grabbed Dave's hips and pulled him down with each hip thrust upwards. Dave rocked Junior's world as much as Junior did Dave's.

Dave's rocking, fucking motion slowed as Junior's climax waned. He leaned over, kissing the rangy Texan on the lips. "Best damned fuck I've had all morning," Junior sighed with a huge grin when they broke their lip lock. Dave pulled away from the shrinking cock up his ass and stepped on to the guestroom floor. Junior pulled off the condom and handed it to Dave. "You worked for it. It's yours."

"I'm gonna use this for breakfast," Dave grinned. "Waffles?"

Junior laughed. "Never had that before. Bet it's good!"

Dave left the room, leaving Junior and I to get it on. I heard the shower turn on in the master bedroom. Junior smiled up at me. "Come here, Mike." I moved closer. "I want that purdy daddy ass sittin' on my face until my friend gets hard again. Then, I'm gonna fuck that hot daddy butt doggie style. Your sweet ass'll be plum happy with what my big ol' dick'll do for you."

I smiled down at him, turned and squatted my muscled ass over his grinning face. With his tongue extended to the max, he licked my hole out like he was starving. I sat more securely on his tongue, his hands providing the support and depth he wanted. I leaned over, gulping down his flaccid Texas cock. Inwardly, I smiled. It was gratifying to know I could deep throat his 12" cock (even though it wasn't hard). It was still a monster, though.

Junior tongue-drilled my asshole for several more minutes, moaning at the taste of my ass and the oral stimulation his expanding dick appeared to be enjoying more and more as it lengthened again. "My gawd, Boy, you got the finest daddy ass I've ever had the pleasure to eat!" he drawled. "Just the perfect size, shape, and fur to please a butt eater like me." He resumed licking and slurping at my back door.

"Dave sure seems to like it," I confirmed. "And this big dick is hard again," I added, waving his 12" horn in my own face. "Guess I'll have to sit on it to get the swelling to go down."

"You do that," Junior smiled. "My tongue's gettin' powerful tarred, anyway." His Texasisms made me smile. Grabbing another of Dave's extra large condoms, Junior rolled it on and pulled me into doggie style position. "You shore do have a purdy butt there, Mike," he complimented. "I wish I didn't cum so fast, though. I'd love to ride you for hours!"

"This daddy ass couldn't stand that much action from a dick as big as yours, Junior. Dave's almost too big already," I cautioned him. "So, take it easy on me." He lubed up my winking hole and his condomed Texas Trout. With the practiced smoothness of experience, the head and several thick inches opened me up. His thick rammer hit my prostate hard, making my dick jump, squirting precum onto my stomach with a splat. More inches descended into my depths.

I backed on to his thick post and grabbed his hard ass with both hands. He took that as his cue to ram it all the way in. That had been my intention as well, but I hadn't expected it to go THAT deep! I yelped with surprise and some pain, but he leaned over my back, nuzzled my ear and fucked me more gently (but just as deep). It felt better than it ever had. He was feeling more like Coach Randy with each thrust. But, Randy had more control. Junior didn't.

"Ah, FUCK!" Junior whimpered. I felt his cock jerk hard, so I rode his horsecock hard, milking him as fast as I could. "SHEEEIT!" he shouted in his Texas drawl. He hammered me faster, getting as much pleasure out of fucking my ass as he could. Collapsing on to my back, he continued to jerk and thrust until his climax subsided. "Fuck, Mike! If you weren't already taken, I'd take you home with me right now. You are SO fuckin' HOT!"

"Well, thanks, Junior," I smile demurely. "But, I am taken."

"And by one of the handsomest black men I've ever encountered. You're both lucky Jose's." (He pronounced it like Hose- A's). He pulled out of my ass and lay beside me.

"I'd love to fuck that hot Texas ass for you some day, Junior," I leered at him, waving my very hard cock in his face.

"My Texas tiny pucker ain't takin' dick as big as yours, Mike, and never one as big as Dave's. That thang's plum scarey!"

"I think Joe might change your mind on that score," I suggested. "He's quite a stud."

"We'll see," he replied handing me the spent condom with his dick juice in it. "Dave'll wanna add this to the waffles," he laughed.

After delivering Junior's condom to Dave, Junior and I showered together and dressed. My hard cock still wanted in his ass, but Junior would have nothing to do with my amorous dick advances. Just as we finished dressing, Dave called us to breakfast. Heading down the stairway, I could smell the waffles cooking. There was a faint trace of cum in the air. Junior noticed it, too.

"Damn! How I do love the smell of hot cum in the mornin'!" he laughed.

Although we couldn't taste it, we could smell his cum in the cooking waffles. Of course, drowning the waffle squares in syrup or raspberry jam may have accounted for the lack of cum taste. Satisfactorily filled with a "Texas-size breakfast", Junior gave us phone numbers to contact him the moment Joe was in town. We promised to let him know, but only after we'd broken Joe in good. He knew there was no point in trying to keep Joe to himself, so he left with a smile and a full stomach.

After cleaning up breakfast, we performed a few remaining domestic chores, made a few phone calls, and went to the gym. It was good to be back to our routine, but we weren't too happy about the rush of new members and their New Year's resolutions. However, we knew they wouldn't last more than a couple of months and we'd have the gym to ourselves, again.

Arriving home, I tossed our sweaty gym clothes in the washer while Dave hit the playback button on the recorder. We'd agreed that we would interview a few recommended real estate agents before deciding on one. Dave said we had recommendations from six friends and a couple of people Dave worked with at his firm's real estate unit. At the gym, I'd also picked up the latest of the local gay rags, hoping to find some gay agents, too. I recognized a couple of them as guys I'd slept with, but they were unremarkable (as I couldn't remember much about them). And Cousin Larry had suggested a couple to stay away from.

The recommendations had come with varying degrees of enthusiasm about the agents. We went with one of the agents recommended by Dave's office, and one from the coaches (concurred by Robert Stocker and his lover, Gary as we knew they'd recently purchased a house). One more recommendation came from Cousin Larry, another from Steve (as his connections in construction would give him some insight), and one from the gay newspaper (which contained only one professional looking, tasteful advertisement). The remaining gay paper ads were over the top and unprofessional, but they did get your attention. It just wasn't the right kind of attention. They must be new at this, I concluded. And we needed someone with some knowledge of the market as well as the neighborhoods. So, that gave us five agents to interview.

I called our banker, asking if he was comfortable pre-qualifying us for the kind of money Dave and I wanted to sink into a mutually purchased home. "Fuck, yes!" he said. "You could go at least a couple hundred thousand higher if you wanted to. I know you're both great credit risks."

We then called all five real estate agents, but were put off by one of the agents who thought we had to come down to her office and talk. That's where all the materials were, the MLS book, etc. Her attitude really turned us off. The other four were "hungrier" and wanted to meet with us anytime that was convenient to us. One of them mentioned that he had laptop computer with the current MLS loaded into it, so we could do virtual tours as well as look at the listings. This guy really seemed to have his act together.

Dave suggested we needed to get our act together, too. Just what did we want in a new home for us? How big, how many bathrooms, bedrooms, party rooms, kitchen amenities, garages, size of yard, how far away from downtown (as we both hated to commute on the cramped freeways), and proximity to shopping, etc.? Having settled on a tentative list of likes and dislikes (including what was a showstopper and what we could live with), we waited for our first appointment. We'd made it clear to each of them that we had limited time and were interviewing a number of agents to see what they could do for us.

The first agent was on time and presented herself well. She was knowledgeable, pleasant, and most eager when we mentioned the price range we had in mind. But, there was something about her that was a little too nice. She was trying to hard to cover her dislike for queers as she mentioned several neighborhoods that she was "just sure we'd love" as it has several homes owned by people like us. When she left, Dave said, "She's not getting a dime out of me, the bitch!" I wasn't going to argue the point. I didn't like her condescending manner, either.

The second agent was late (making excuses about the traffic) and smarmy as a used car salesman. He was an instant turnoff for both of us. We showed him the door in less than 15 minutes.

The next agent was from the gay newspaper and had been recommended by the coaches, with agreement from Robert Stocker and his lover, Gary (the pro-football player and his college football-playing lover). Cousin Larry had also agreed with their choice and said he was a great lay. We weren't interested in that kind of entanglement just yet, but we'd keep it in mind. We didn't mind that he was a little early. Carrying his laptop computer with him, he introduced himself as Scott Erskine. Although his decorum was the most professional and personable of the agents interviewed so far, he did slip a couple of times as he grinned at Dave and I in a sexual way. But, it wasn't overly noticeable or objectionable. His presentation of homes currently available on the MLS and the virtual tours via his laptop were fun. He was also quite a character.

"I know you have other agents to interview today, and I hope you'll decide to select me," he smiled. "I know I can do a professional, complete service finding just the right home for you. I assume you'll be selling this home, too." We nodded. "I hope you'll select me as your agent. I know I can make this a hassle-free experience for both of you."

Thanking him for his time, we told him we'd let him know within the week.

After lunch, we interviewed the last agent. She was an older woman who'd been in the business for years and knew of several properties that would suit us "grandly," she said. The hard sell was on and I was put off. Dave was nearly as offended as I was. Perhaps, we were tired. But, when she left, Dave asked my opinion of the agents we'd interviewed.

"I like the queer!" I admitted. "The lady that just left was too much of a hard sell for me. But, maybe that's what we need in an agent to get what we want when we make our offer. She knows her stuff, but I liked that gay guy."

"I agree," Dave smiled. "Let's call him and get him back here now. I want to talk seriously with him and see what he can do in the market for us."

I placed the call, but Scott was out. When I mentioned that we'd talked to him earlier in the day, the receptionist said that she'd page him and he'd call us back right away. Before we could empty the dishwasher, Scott had called back.

"I hope this is good news," Scott began.

"Depends on your perspective, I suppose," Dave laughed. "You got the gig, Scott."

"YES!" he said under his breath, but it made us laugh. "Oh, sorry. I'm so excited about this. I need to get a couple of hot, gay clients to show the office I can do this. And you guys fit the bill totally."

"I thought you were a veteran at this, Scott," I said.

"Oh, I am. Been at it for eleven years," he explained. "But, I've only been in this office for a few months."

"So, when can we talk seriously about getting started?" I asked.

"You're the clients. You tell me," he responded.

"How about now?" Dave answered.

"I'll be there in ten minutes. Let me grab some extra material. I've got a couple of new listings that just might suit you," he began. "And it's early enough in the day that we could still go by and look at them." He paused for a moment. "This is gonna be so great. You've made the right decision, gentlemen. I hope to prove that to you in short order."

"We'll see about that," Dave challenged.

"You won't be disappointed, I promise."

While we waited for Scott to return, Dave and I talked more about what we wanted in a house, but didn't come to any solid conclusions. Scott grilled us for more information when he arrived, like how much we'd be putting down and especially what our price range was (just to be sure we hadn't changed our minds). This helped him narrow the list of potential properties. Selecting half a dozen listings, he urged us to view them today while there was adequate light to see them. We told him we were in no rush, but agreed anyway.

Scott had done his homework, hoping for our business. He'd combed the listings for the neighborhoods and general descriptions of what we wanted, made a list and eliminated several from contention as he talked to us more. The "finalists" were all close to downtown, spacious, with small to medium-size yards, in older, established neighborhoods with large trees. Although the "gay ghetto" had some nice, older neighborhoods and homes, you didn't get much for your money, except a nice address. Scott had included it in the listing, but said that most were as overpriced as we'd suspected.

Dave and I had agreed early that we both loved the look and finish of the older homes and the real neighborhoods they fostered. We didn't like the coldness of the cookie cutter suburbs. Nor did we like the "McMansions" (those monster homes that nearly sat on each other's front doorstep, having nearly no yard space between them) that were in abundance in the exclusive, gated communities in the `burbs. We'd also agreed that we didn't want to be "house poor" (having a mortgage we could afford, but couldn't do anything else because so much money was going into the payment each month). With the equity I had in my house, plus what Dave got out of selling his house (after splitting it with his former wife, of course), we'd have at least 50% down payment.

Scott suggested that we hit the occupied homes first before the owners returned from work, and the vacant homes last before the light failed. It was, after all, early January and a cloudy day. With three hours of light left, we'd have to hustle. He called all three of the occupied dwellings to be sure no one was home. No one answered.

The first two homes had a single car garage. Although they were charming and spacious, the single car garage was a fatal flaw to us. That took them off the list. Scott examined the list more closely and eliminated another one for the same reason. The third house had moderate curb appeal. Someone had done some very nice landscaping, trimming back or tearing out the old flora so it didn't overwhelm the house as many had allowed their plants to do. The interior was more than spacious. It nearly qualified for enormous. The house ran back nearly to the rear property line.

That gave it a large living room, large formal dining room, a breakfast nook, a big kitchen with double ovens, a big bathroom and two good-sized bedrooms on the main floor. But, what really got us was the big sunroom that had been added to the house. Scott mentioned from the listing that the kitchen and bath had recently been remodeled and the sunroom had been added at the same time. These people had good taste. The cabinetry, counters, and flooring were appealing and warm. Christmas decorations were still up, so it looked very homey, too.

The upstairs contained another spacious bathroom overlooking the backyard, two more bedrooms, and a large playroom/computer room/family room. The basement was mostly finished. A large collection of wine racks in the basement was attached to the concrete foundation. Another room had been finished into a study or bonus room. Entry to the house from the double garage was through a double door to the left. With each new revelation about the house, Dave and I smiled. This was a winner. Just a few decorating touches would make it ours.

"Is there a need to go on?" Scott asked with a laugh. "You guys are so transparent. You want this place so bad your teeth are chattering."

"Okay, tell us the bad news," I asked.

"There is no bad news," Scott beamed. "It has 3,000 square feet of living space, the roof is only five years old, the gas furnace and air conditioning are three years old, and it's priced in the middle of your range. It's been on the market for two month, so the sellers are motivated to sell. Sadly, they picked the worst time of year to sell. The Holidays are always slow for dirt peddling."

Dave and I laughed out loud. We'd never thought of real estate sales as "dirt peddling". Scott blushed. "Sorry," he apologized. "I get carried away with my special vocabulary sometimes."

"No need to apologize," Dave said, still laughing. "The honesty is refreshing."

"So, just how motivated are they?" I asked, cutting to the chase.

"I'll have to call the listing agent to see," Scott admitted. "She should still be at her office. Let me see if I can reach her now." He excused himself and went back upstairs into the kitchen. Dave and I continued wandering through the house discovering more charm and amenities that we'd missed. There was a wine refrigerator, a trash compactor, and acres of closet space. Closet space was always the issue in these older places. Most of them had tiny spaces. Someone had built it right in the first place or had remodeled the hell out of it.

Scott returned in a few minutes. "She wasn't in. But, one of my friends who works there said that it's being sold because of a divorce. That may or may not make it easier to get a good price."

"What would you suggest Scott?" Dave asked.

"Well, I know there haven't been any offers on the place in several weeks," he said consulting his computer again. "The one offer was insulting, so they turned it down without even a counter offer. I'd suggest $15,000 off and ask for all the appliances, except for any old ones that you've discovered. And any that you want to bring from your current home."

"This is all pretty new stuff," I said. "The only thing I'd really want is a wine `fridge, but that's already here. And it will help sell my house to leave it there."

"How about $20,000 off?" Dave suggested.

"Well, let's see. The last offer was $35,000 off and they, in effect, ignored it," Scott muttered. "That was six weeks ago. If they're motivated enough, they'll see it as a good offer and counter, or even take it if they really want to get out and settle the divorce. But, if their agent is any good, she'll tell them that the market picks up in the Spring and they'll do better, if they hold out. On the other hand, they haven't had ANY other offers, so let's write it up for $20,000 off and see what they say. Any appliances you want to ditch?"

Dave and I walked through the house again, looking more closely at everything. Keep it all, we decided, including the wine racks in the basement.

Scott wrote up the contingency offer (contingent on selling my house), and Dave wrote an earnest money check to hold the deal. Scott called the listing agent again and got her this time. She was very excited about the offer, even mentioning that she thought we were making a fair offer. She said she'd present it this evening, if we got the offer to her in the next couple of hours. However, she did warn us that she'd have to get both parties to the divorce to agree. They agreed on very little of anything lately.

We thanked Scott for his time and energy on our behalf. He grinned. "This is the fastest sale I've ever made. Now," he smiled wolfishly, "let's get that home of yours listed, so you can put a bunch of money down on this purchase when it closes."

After discussing terms, real estate commissions, and fees, we signed another document giving Scott an exclusive listing for 90 days. He warned us again that this was a bad time of year to sell, but he'd do his damnedest to push the property. He knew this sale would only happen if he sold my place. That's the point of a contingency. We all hoped it wouldn't be in place long.

As we were leaving our possible new address, Scott received another phone call. The listing agent was calling to tell Scott to rush the documents over as the husband agreed by phone that he'd take the offer. She only had to convince the wife, now. And she'd work on that this evening. She thought she'd probably tell the wife about the offer and how good it was, only telling her that the husband agreed after (and if) she agreed. She thought that they were on such bad terms that if they knew the other had agreed, they wouldn't agree.

Dave and I smiled. This was kinda fun. I hoped it all went well. The big issue now was selling my place. We asked Scott for advice on what kinds of things we should do to get the place ready for sale. He had a brochure in his car that told us everything we wanted to know. There were a couple of repairs we'd need to make immediately (paint touch ups), but there weren't other glaring issues I could think of.

Scott suggested that he needed to quickly tour my house (I keep calling it my house as I'm the only one on the title) to see what needed to be done, as well as to know it well enough to sell it. He suggested that after he wrote up the offer and faxed it to the other agent, he'd have time to look my house over and tell us what we needed to do to get it ready to sell.

An hour later, he arrived again at our door. After he'd run through the house thoroughly, he agreed the place was ready to sell as is with only a couple of quick fixes. The yard was perfect, even though it was Winter. Dave smiled warmly at that. He'd done a great job cleaning up the old dead plants and raking up all the errant leaves.

I invited him to stay for dinner, if he didn't have other plans. He agreed. During our conversation, being queer came up. Dave told his story of how I'd seduced him. Scott laughed in all the right places (as Dave's tale grew more outlandish with each telling). We also found out that Scott was "between domestic situations" as he called his current singleness. He also revealed he'd be a clothing model for a number of catalogues and newspaper ads. However, he had burned out after only two years. He'd hopped into a lot of beds during those years with some awesomely gorgeous men. But, they weren't the "marrying" kind, so the flings he'd had with them never lasted. This wasn't what he wanted to do with his life, he'd decided. So, he'd do something else, like real estate. He'd enjoyed his eleven years in it a lot.

Scott was in his mid-30's, 6' tall, weighed about 180. He was classically handsome, maybe even pretty. Having matured well, he was no longer perfect in the modeling sense (too old, graying hair). His light brown hair was indeed graying nicely (I thought, Daddy!), but his brown eyes still sparkled with excitement when he talked about his work and meeting so many interesting people. But, his body was still in good shape, if not great. That was evident even with clothes on. He said he'd modeled all kinds of clothes (including swimwear for companies like Undergear and International Male), but drew the line at modeling nude. He had a life ahead of him and didn't want that catching up with him later.

With dinner over, we cleaned up the kitchen, and settled into the den with small glasses of the old Grand Marnier that Dave had brought back from Las Vegas. "I had no idea Grand Marnier could be so smooth," Scott smiled. "This is great stuff!"

"We loved it the minute we had some at a party in Las Vegas while visiting Mike's uncle down there over New Year's," Dave revealed. "We'd never seen it here, so knew we had to buy some and bring it back or never see it again."

"By the way," Scott asked, "did you see the gay flags flying from a couple of houses on your new block?"

"I did," I responded.

"Missed it," Dave admitted.

"So, you'll be on a gay-friendly street," Scott observed. "That'd sure be nice."

"You aren't?" Dave asked.

"No, I'm in one of those McMansion's Mike was talking about earlier. HUGE mistake! So far away from civilization and the neighbors are so pretentious. Nouveau riche in the worst possible sense."

"So, why haven't you moved?" I asked.

"I'm going to, but not during the Holidays," Scott said. "As I've pointed out, this is not the best time of year to sell. Even though I got it at a great price because the builder needed to move it and get his money out of it and mortgage rates were good, I don't see this as a good time to sell. I'll probably try to peddle it in February or so."

"Isn't that kind of a thin market at that price range?" Dave asked. "I don't mean to pry, but I know you don't get a McMansion out of clipping box tops."

"You know the market pretty well, Dave," Scott replied. "Maybe you should sell real estate, too. No, bad idea. With your looks and body, I'd be out of business in two months," he laughed.

"It can't be that kind of business," Dave blanched.

"Sure it is," Scott answered. "Sex sells. Being good-looking certainly helps. But, you have to have something behind it as well, or you crash and burn out. You gotta know your stuff, as well as give them something to look at. If you don't, you get no referrals and that's the end of your business."

"That a pretty cold observation, Scott," I said.

"But a true one. I can't tell you the number of times I've been hit on by clients during and after the deal. So, it does have pluses and minuses," he confirmed with a smile.

"Professionalism can be overruled by your dick," Dave acknowledged. "I've seen it happen too many times in the legal business. You get too close to your client and you'll be literally in bed with them."

"Well, I've got your business and I want to stay on good terms with you. Sleeping with you wouldn't be a good idea from that standpoint. However," he added with a smirk, "if the circumstances were different, I'd bed both of you in a New York minute!"

We laughed. It was always nice to get "chased" by someone as hot as Scott. But, considering his desire to keep the relationship strictly professional, we didn't pursue it. Besides, Junior had banged our butts heavily last night and this morning. We couldn't have stood another session with anyone else, at least, not tonight.

The following morning, I called my physician to schedule an appointment for my biennial physical. At the same time, I asked if I could get Dave in for an appointment, too. The receptionist asked for his health card number and current physician. I gave the data requested and was put on hold. Instead of getting her back on line, I got Dr. Hartung, my physician.

"Mike! Great to hear from you, again. How's everything? Still working out regularly? You need to see me for a particular reason?" he rattled on. Dr. Hartung had worked out with me several times at the gym, but had moved and worked out at a different gym, now.

"It's time to schedule my biennial physical and I'd like to get my partner in to see you at the same time," I slipped in.

"Partner? Mike! You pig! You've been holding out on me! When did this happen? Do I know him?" The good doctor never slept with his patients, but if you weren't a patient, he had an incredible bedside manner that could get your ankles in the air in seconds.

"Doubtful that you know him, Dr. Hartung," I started. "He can tell you the whole sordid tale when he sees you; and he's just newly out, so be gentle."

"You know I always am, Mike," he said with a laugh. "You both want to schedule at the same time? I'll still examine you separately. I don't want either of you to hold out on me because the other is in the same exam room. We can start out it out together, but you can't be with him or he with you when the exam starts. That okay?"

"Sure." I knew doctors like Grant Hartung strongly believed in patient confidentiality. The only time they'd allow a family member in would be when the patient was a minor or had medical custody like an aging parent might need because they'd get confused about what the doctor was telling him. He wouldn't even make exceptions for gay couples, let alone the straight ones.

"I'll put you back to the appointment desk. I'll let them know to add your partner to my patient load. I look forward to seeing you again, Mike," he added as the line went dead for a few seconds. The appointment clerk was back on the line, suggesting several openings in the following week. I selected one on Wednesday morning (knowing that Dave's calendar was open as of this morning for a physical). I told the clerk that I'd call back within a day if it turned out to be a bad fit for Dave and I.

I called Dave to confirm the date and time. He suggested we take the day off together, call the day sick leave and do those little repair jobs that we had to finish to show the house. I had nothing scheduled on my calendar for the day, so I agreed. I love the way he thinks.

When we got home, Dave told me he got a call at the office thanking us again for the good time that we'd showed Junior. He was still anxious about meeting Joe, but Dave assured him that they'd get along fine. I was sure they would, too. Physically, they were the perfect combination. But, you never know about personal chemistry.

During the weekend, we decided to go ahead with the paint touch ups and little repairs. As it turned out, that was a good idea for a couple of reasons. One, Dave got roped into a meeting with one of their big clients (whom you NEVER stood up when they wanted a meeting). And two, with the repairs finished, we told Scott to go ahead and list the house for sale. Scott reminded us that new listings were always shown on Wednesday (the day of our physicals) to all the agents who were interested in the price range and location. So, we needed to be out of the house that morning.

We called Cousin Larry to thank him for the agent recommendation. "He's a great top," Larry revealed. "But, I hear ya about the professionalism thing. However, after the deals are closed, get his ass into your bed and call me. I'd love to get fucked by him again!" Subtle, isn't he?

Additionally, we called Robert Stocker and Gary to thank them as well. "You're very welcome," Robert said.

"How goes the house hunting?" Gary asked on the extension.

"Made an offer today," Dave laughed.

"You guys are fast!" Robert teased. "But, still slow and good in bed, I'll bet."

"You need to be reminded?" Dave asked suggestively. He knew I'd instantly agree. They were versatile like Dave and I. And hammering both those football player butts would sure make my day as well as Dave's.

"We got anything better goin', Buckwheat?" Robert asked his lover.

"Nothing better than those two, Wide Receiver!"

"You still like getting fucked?" I asked to confirm my memory of them.

"Oh, yeah!" they announced in unison.

"Deep and hard," Robert confessed. "Black or white. And as the shampoo bottles say, `repeat as necessary'."

"And that man does love to be repeatedly fucked," Gary confirmed.

"How about tonight, then?" Dave suggested.

"Uh, yeah," Gary answered, evidently getting a nod from Robert. "What time and where?"

"Well," I began, "how about at your place? We haven't seen your new home, yet." The coaches had told us last month the boys had bought a place together, but we didn't know where.

"It's in Laurelhurst. You know that neighborhood?" Gary asked.

"We were there today. That's the neighborhood we bought in!" Dave said excitedly. "You our new neighbors? Or rather, are we YOUR new neighbors?"

"Which street?" Robert asked. We told him. "You gotta be shittin' me! What's the address?"

"I'll have to look it up. I don't remember," Dave said.

"I have it here. Uh, 646," I answered.

"Geez, same block," Gary revealed. "Didn't you see the gay flags?"

"I did, but Dave missed them," I said.

"Well, that makes you the fourth couple of queers on our block," Robert laughed. "Those poor straight people on the block are gonna feel like we're invading them. And another mixed gay couple at that! I love it!"

"You have any troubles with your neighbors about the gay or black thing?" Dave asked.

"On the contrary," Gary said. "We throw the best parties and they know it. The women love us and the men know we aren't competition. What could be better?"

"And most of them are liberal-minded Democrats, so they sure don't have any issues with black," added Robert. "Isn't that your experience, Gary?"

"Yeah," agreed Gary. "They seem to be very comfortable with having a black man in an all-white neighborhood."

"Well, one is tokenism," Dave cautioned, "but two's an invasion."

"If it were straight families, perhaps," said Gary. "But, with a bunch of queers, they're very accepting."

"Or just tolerant," suggested Dave.

"I think it goes deeper than tolerance," Gary maintained. "Of course, if you and I, Dave, were to start hittin' on their husbands, they might be less accepting," he laughed. "And there are some lookers!"

"Yeah," agreed Robert. "The guy that used to live in the house you're buying is a major stud. I still wonder why they got divorced."

"Maybe Scott can find out for us," I proposed. "He seems to be able to extract juicy information from the listing real estate company with his contacts there."

"Did Scott sell you your house?" Dave asked.

"He was the listing agent," Gary said. "A lady at another firm was our agent. If she hadn't found this house when she did, we'd have dumped her. She only worked at selling houses part-time. Her family responsibilities really cut into her time, so we felt like she wasn't working very hard for us. However, she did find this place for us, so it wasn't that bad. But because she didn't put in a lot of effort, we suggested Scott instead of her, Dave. Besides, he's a real looker and good in bed."

"Geez!" Dave laughed. "Who hasn't slept with that guy?"

"Just us, Dear," I smiled.

"Oh, you know more dirt?" Robert pried.

"Well, he did tell us that he doesn't fuck with his clients, but my cousin Larry's done him," I said.

"And with that modeling career he used to have," Dave added, "he did say that he got a lot of sex, then."

"Have mercy!" cried Gary laughing. "Get your butts over here. I need some hot brown sugar and some of that refined white sugar, too!"

"We'll be there in 15 minutes?" I said, trying to get Dave's agreement.

"Make it 10!" Dave shouted.

We dashed out of the house and raced over to their place in 10 minutes. We did slow down though as we passed our potential new home to see how it looked at night with lights on. The yard lights had come on and the Christmas decorations were ablaze. It looked good!

Gary greeted us at the door, naked. He looked even more handsome, more muscular than the last time we'd seen him. His beautiful bedroom eyes sparkled with lust. He surveyed us lecherously and smiled.

Their home was turn-of-the-century ornate and large. Total livable space had to be over 4,000 square feet. More than likely, it was the largest house on the block. Considering the size of the living room, dining room, and kitchen, this would be a great party house. It was no small wonder that they entertained well.

"Robert's upstairs waiting for you," Gary grinned. "We all know how much he wants to get plugged by you, Dave. He's got a thing for big, black dick!"

"So do I!" I exclaimed. "Wanna drive or shall I, Gary?"

"I need to get fucked by a dick like mine, so that makes you the top, Mike," he grinned as we raced up the steps to the second floor, shedding clothes with each step. "You'll find him ready and eager, Dave. In here!" Gary directed us to the first room on the right.

Dave stopped at the doorway. "Dayum!" he exclaimed. Greeting us was the wide, muscled, round, football-playing ass of Robert. He'd positioned his butt to be at the edge of the king-size bed, elevated to the perfect level for what Dave had in mind. Dave went to his knees, placed both hands on Robert's muscled, white globes, and speared the pink, winking, inviting hole. Dave moaned with pleasure as Robert pulled Dave's face deeper between his lightly furred ass mounds.

"I believe they're getting ahead of us," Gary smiled at me. He jumped on the bed, spreading his brown bubble butt with his large hands. "Dinner is served," he giggled. My dick was instantly rock hard and leaking. As much as I loved eating black bootie, this one needed a hot fuck, and soon!

"You'd better get that lube and condom ready soon, Gary," I recommended. "I'm not gonna be able to withstand fuckin' that hot, bubble butt of yours much longer," I added as I slipped my tongue into his hole and swabbed around the inside of his pucker. Gary had been getting fucked a lot by Robert's big dick. His hole opened up easily and eagerly. He was used to this.

The bulky white man whimpering next to me was slowly stroking his 11" cock. Dave's work on Robert's hairy asshole was making Robert crazy with desire. "Ride me, Man!" Robert begged. "I gotta have it!" Those were the words I was thinking, too, as I noticed how big and ready Robert's cock was.

"Come with me, young man," I said to Gary. "I gotta get me some of that big dick you take up your ass all the time." He looked over his shoulder and smiled.

"As long as you hammer my hole, I'll do anything you want, Mike," Gary purred. I moved over in front of Robert, handed him a condom and lube. Gary assumed a doggie style position in front of me as I went back to eating his ass. He and Robert groaned from the ass eating that we were giving them. Robert's tongue rocketed up my ass, giving me the same heavy butt munching treatment I was giving his lover.

Dave's ass licking session was over. He needed a big white ass on the end of his dick and several inches of the shaft. Quickly rolling on the condom and applying lube, Dave pressed hard on Robert's back door. Gary had a nice dick (about the size of mine), but Dave would be a stretch for Robert. The head slid inside along with several inches in one plunge. Robert gasped at the sudden invasion, but immediately went back to eating my butt.

"Fuck! That feels so good," Dave moaned. "You got one hot football playin' ass!" Dave's hands moved over Robert's heavily muscled back, enjoying the feel of a hard man getting fucked. His hand moved to Robert's hard, dripping cock. "Feels to me like you're ready for a piece of Mike's tail."

I orally disconnected from Gary long enough to look over my shoulder and back up towards Robert's jerking column of man flesh. Robert quickly rolled on the condom and lubed my pucker hole. He pushed down on his throbbing 11" match to Dave's dick and pressed forward, impaling me on the fat head. I backed on to it more, wiggling my ass to seat it deeper and give my prostate the rubbing it wanted.

"Hey! What about me?" Gary protested. I'd gotten so involved in enjoying Robert's big dick that I'd forgotten momentarily about Gary's deep, black asshole.

"You're not forgotten," I said recovering quickly. "Lie beneath me, so I can push my dick deep into that black ass. I won't go as deeply as Robert, but I'll do my best to tickle your innards."

"Here's a condom and lube," Gary directed. "Do it! I need it, BAD!" Gary's broad shoulders moved beneath mine, sighting his round, bubble butt directly under my dripping cock. "Let me help," he begged, pulling my stiff member down to mate with his deep, black, ass trench. My cock pressed against his hole, then jerked and skidded up his tight, muscled ass crack. "Fuck!" he spat. "Let me do it, again."

This time, he pulled my precum-dripping dick down, raised his hips slightly to meet the big head, smearing lube around his back door entry. With one swift motion, his hips rocketed upwards, ramming my hard cock balls deep. Gary sighed, milking my thick throbber with his ass muscles. He tightened his sphincter and pulled me downward toward the bed.

His quick hip thrust had impaled me deeper on Robert's 11" monster, getting me to sigh as loudly as Gary had. If I didn't know better, I'd think Dave was fucking me. I reached back, grabbed a handful of Robert's broad, muscled ass cheeks, and pulled him deeper into me.

By now, Dave had decided that Robert's hole was relaxed enough for his 11" black anaconda. Although Gary's dick was a fat 9" one, Dave's was longer and thicker. Robert wouldn't be used to that much dick in his "Wide Receiver" ass. Rolling on a condom and lubing up the white butt in front of him, Dave slid his hard cock between Robert's clenching ass melons and pushed. Robert winced and pushed forward, shoving his 11" ripper deeper into me. I pushed back, gobbling up as much dick pipe as Robert would give me.

As I pushed back, Robert was forced deeper on to Dave's cock. But, this time, Robert was eager for more of Dave's ass spreader. "Yeah, Big Man! Fuck me deeper! I love black cock up my hole. Hammer it, Man!" Robert begged. "Gonna ride your horsedick until you fill my hole with your black babies. Fuck me!"

Dave needed no encouragement. Beefy white butt is what he loved best (as Coach Chuck can attest). Of course, he loved mine the best! He leaned into his next thrust, pushing Robert hard into me, forcing me to grind my fat dick into Gary's eager, black hole. This was quickly becoming a dog pile. And I wasn't complaining at all. The weight, heavy breathing, and urgent thrusts were compelling. Being in the middle, I was along for the ride. And what a ride!

Robert's 255# body was hammering his 11" of manhood deep into me. Each thrust resulted in a grunt of pleasure and more dick shoved into his lover, Gary. I could feel Robert's monster jerk inside me each time Dave thrust into him. "Fuck! You feel so good, Robert," Dave moaned. "I'm so close to cummin' in your tight ass. If you're ready for my black babies, I'm ready to deposit my load high up your horny ass."

"Yeah, Man! Feed me your sperm! Gotta have it," Robert urged Dave. "Mike's gonna get mine, too. Only a couple more shoves from that monster up my ass and I'll be gone."

"You mean like this?" Dave crooned. I could feel his hard thrusts up Robert's tail as Robert translated it directly and deeply into my grasping hole. Gary took me balls deep again. As the man on the bottom, I didn't know how much more he could take of three 200 pound plus guys on him. But, as used to having Robert crushing him as he was, he might love it as much as I do. Gary was urgently bucking up into my thrusts. He was used to more dick than I was giving him, but thought I could give him a good ride by short stroking against his prostate with my fat, flared dickhead.

The speeds of the couplings increase. At least someone above me was getting very close to climax as the hard fucking they were doing indicated a major series of cum squirts was about to happen. Robert leaned harder into me, his bushy moustache rubbing against my neck as he kissed it. I could feel him holding his breath, trying to avoid the inevitable. But, it was pointless. With a bellow, he crammed as much of his 11" cock up my hole and cut loose.

"FUCK! Take it, Man! SHIT!" he cursed. I felt wave after hot wave of cream blast from his jerking monster into the condom. That big cock up my ass felt great. Robert was nearly as good as Dave, only the technique differed. The dick sure felt the same. Whether it was Robert's hot breath, his big squirting cock, or Gary's milking asshole, I wasn't going to last much longer, either.

"Ah, FUCK!" Dave muttered as he started his climax, pounding hard into Robert's broad butt. The additional stimulation and hearing Dave about to cum forced me deeper and faster into Gary.

"Take it!" I cried and began to flop on his back, completely out of control, except for my firing dick racing in and out of Gary's teasing hole. "Ungh, ungh, ungh," I repeated with each thrust and squirt. As much as I tried to maintain control, only Robert's large body above me kept me from bouncing all over Gary's ass. The 11" spike of jerking cock in my ass kept me pinned to Gary's back, forcing me hard and deep, releasing more sperm into the condom than I thought I had. Robert eagerly fucked more cum out of me into his lover's hot, bubble butt.

"Fuck, you've got a deep ass, Mike," Robert said breathlessly. "Almost as good as Gary's," he smiled, kissing the back of my neck, tickling me with his big moustache. "But, black ass is best for fuckin'."

"Amen, Brother," I agreed pulling out of Gary and off Robert. "Dave's tight bootie is the finest I've ever fucked."

"So, who gets my load?" Gary asked. "I'm the only one who didn't get a tight hole to cum in."

"Me!" all three of us blurted out in unison.

"You get him all the time, Robert," Dave pointed out. "And my ass hasn't been fucked, yet."

"You got it," Gary agreed.

"And I want Robert's big ass sitting on my face while Mike sucks my dick," Dave continued.

"Pig!" I laughed.

"What's your point?" Dave laughed back at me.

"Just pointing out the obvious, I guess," I smiled. "And while I'm suckin' your dick, Robert's gonna eat out my ass," I suggested. Hearing no objections, we assumed the designated positions. Gary slipped on a condom and entered Dave's tight pucker. As Gary and I were so much alike in the cock department, it was easy for Dave to accommodate him.

"Take it nice and slow," Dave ordered. "I wanna enjoy this triple service."

Robert sat on Dave's face, spreading his hairy butt cheeks for Dave to lick his well-fucked hole. "That oughta shut him up," Robert grinned. "Use that mouth for a more beneficial purpose. And eat it deep, Dave. I want you to go as deeply as Gary does." He paused for a moment to be sure his wishes were being followed. "Yeah, like that Dave. And now for some hot Mike butt!" he added bending over and slurping at my hole. I knew Robert's bending over would widen his ass, allowing Dave more deep tonguing.

"I doubt if I can hold out much longer," Gary moaned. "I'm so hot for butt after Mike fucked me. I'm close. And stop with the milking action, Dave, or I'll cum right now!"

I'd been sucking on Dave's expanding cock during this exchange. Stripping out the spent cum from his last climax, I found his cum was still delicious. I never tired of Dave's tasty cum loads. I hoped that Gary's dick striking Dave's prostate, or the taste and smell of Robert's big hairy asshole would be enough to get Dave off again.

Robert's big moustache tickled and tantalized my ass. It was far bushier than Dave's and felt great. I could easily let him eat me out for hours, if he'd fuck me, too. An 11" cock can't be ignored. Up my ass regularly is the best use for such a weapon. However, I already had one at home to match his trouser monster, but in a different color.

"All this butt eating is making my cock hard again," Robert said with a devilish grin.

"Ah, FUCK!" yelled Gary. "I'm cumming!" He bucked fast and hard into Dave, ramming as much of his 9" black dick up Dave's hole as he could. And Dave loved it. He milked Gary merciless, ripping ever drop of cum from Gary's nuts into the protective condom. Gary couldn't stand the stimulation and pulled out. "Fuck! That tickles!"

"He does that to me, too," I disclosed.

"Dave get off, Mike?" Robert asked.

"Nope, not yet. But, it's nice and hard. You wanna taste?" I asked.

"I was hoping to fuck him and get off again while he shoots a second time," Robert smiled. "I need some black bootie to make another deposit," he added, waving his 11" in my direction.

"And I could use a deep fuck to get me off, again, too," Dave interrupted. "Good as Gary was, he wasn't in the saddle long enough to get me off."

"Mike, your cock is hard, too, so you fuck my ass for me while Gary sits on Dave's face," Robert directed. "I know how good he is at eatin' butt."

I slid in behind Robert, rolled a condom on to my stiff member, lubed up Robert, and sank my dick deep into his broad, white ass. "DAMN! Feels just like Gary in there," Robert allowed. "Yeah!" He pulled me forward, hesitated as he lined up Dave's winking pucker, then slid in.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck! Big fuckin' dick!" Dave moaned. Gary sat astride Dave's chest, then squatted back, centering his tight, black hole on Dave's extended tongue. Then, Gary leaned forward, engulfed Dave's jerking 11" dick sword, and swallowed it.

"Geez! That's so hot, Gary!" Robert cried.

"What's he doing?" I asked.

"He took Dave to the root. Swallowed him whole," Robert replied.

"I wish I could do that," I sighed.

"Just fuck my ass," Robert smiled over his shoulder. "That's what I need right now. Gary's taking care of Dave in a couple of ways and I'm gonna nut in a few more strokes, by the way Dave's milking my dick. How's he doin' that! Fuck!" Robert hammered more urgently into Dave's upturned ass. I was only along for the ride, providing some stimulation to Robert's prostate. But, it was a very good ride!

I could hear Dave's cries of climax, even as he buried his tongue deeper into Gary's black ass canyon. Gary's moans of pleasure could have been from getting rimmed or drinking Dave's hot sperm. Whatever it was, he was enjoying himself.

"SHIT!" Robert exploded, then pounded Dave's ass as best he could with me atop him, his climax ripping away most of his control. Although he'd had many opposing football players on his back trying to take him down, he hadn't done it while cumming. He collapsed onto Gary's back, pressing Gary harder onto Dave's dick and hard abs. Gary moaned with additional pleasure. He did love to be squashed by his lover as much as I enjoyed it from Dave.

"Gawd! What a fuck!" Dave finally breathed. "I hope I didn't drown you, Gary. It felt like I came a gallon."

Gary rolled out from under his lover and sighed, "And I loved every drop of it."

I pulled out of Robert's well-fucked butt and tossed the condom into the overflowing trash containing other errant dick covers. "Looks to me like someone here has been entertaining a lot lately," I observed.

"We've enjoyed the company of a few pro ball players as well as some of Gary's college friends," Robert noted.

"Not to mention a few of Ray's," Gary added, noting Robert's brother's college basketball friends and players.

"How'd you find time to fit us in?" I asked.

"We always'll make time for you studs, especially, now that you're going to be our neighbors," Gary smiled.

"Yeah! That's gonna be hot!" Robert agreed.

"We can't always be here fuckin' with you guys," Dave protested. "You've got other friends who need your talents."

"Okay, we'll fuck at your place then," Robert laughed. We joined them laughing at the ridiculous repartee.

"Showers, everyone," Gary announced. "Then, we'll tell you all about the neighborhood and your new neighbors."