All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 44
"You have to remember," Robert began, "we've only been here a couple of months. Most of what we know about the neighborhood comes from the boys down the street and the ones across from us."
"Well, start by telling us about the gay neighbors first," I suggested. "Then, we'll cut to the chase and find out all the dirt about the rest of them." We'd gathered around the fireplace in the living room on cushy chairs and a sofa. The few Christmas decorations they possessed had been stored for the season and the house was back to normal.
Well, not that normal. They'd only moved in a couple of months ago, and were still struggling to find where boxes had gone which contained needed items. The house was so big that furniture and much of the ordinary items for a kitchen weren't in place, yet. However, Robert was through with football season and certainly had the time and money now to do the necessary shopping. Gary was still in college, so his time and funds were limited.
"As we were moving in," Gary began.
"That was just about Halloween," Robert interrupted.
"Yeah, near the end of October," Gary agreed, "we'd rented a U-Haul truck to move our meager stuff from the apartment. Robert's signing bonus, plus his first few months of pay gave us a healthy down payment. The place was empty, so we moved in almost immediately after signing the purchasing agreement, renting before the final escrow closed."
"Just before Christmas, in fact," Robert added.
"So, the place is ours and the banks, now," Gary laughed. "I'm on the title with Bobby, but I surely haven't added anything monetarily to the place. I'm just a poor, struggling college student," he sighed.
"How well I remember," Dave agreed.
"You've added yourself, Buckwheat," Robert replied. "That's good enough for me. Of course, that pretty ass and big dick help!"
"You're the one with the monster dick, not me, Bobby," Gary smiled. "And I don't regret one inch of that big, white dick up my butt. I still can't believe you're so good to me. I sometimes feel so `kept'."
"Geez!" I blurted out. "I've always wanted to be kept. That's why I'm working so hard on this hot shot corporate lawyer sitting next to me." I leaned over and kissed Dave. "However, I think I'd rather work than go to college, again. I think that was more work than I currently do."
"Being in the public trough is like that," Dave grinned.
"Bitch!" I laughed. "You know I have to put up with a lot of political shit you don't. And I'm not talking office politics. Our clever elected officials are so myopic when it comes to public policy!"
"Jump off your soapbox, Dear," Dave admonished. "These boys are telling a story."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry," I apologized. "So, back to the neighbors?"
"Well," continued Gary, "the day we moved our stuff in was a Saturday. I wasn't in classes and Bobby didn't have practice, but the game was in town the next day."
"We'd done all our packing, moving all our stuff into the truck the afternoon before, parked the truck at a hotel, and stayed there for the night," Robert added. "We started unloading at first light and were nearly finished when the boys across the street ambled over with croissants, and coffee in a thermos. They introduced themselves and told us where they lived. We looked over and saw the gay flag."
"Yeah," Gary laughed. "Bobby just blurted it out. `Nice to see other fags in the neighborhood.' Like, they couldn't figure us out. The biggest house on the street and two guys move into it. Duh!"
"I thought they needed the confirmation, instead of just beating around the bush and trying to figure out how to bring up the subject in polite conversation," Robert said defensively, but smiling. "They got such grins on their faces that it was worth it."
"They sure did," Gary agreed. "And Farrell said, `And so nice to have some color in this white neighborhood.' He's not what you'd call subtle, but he's a great guy."
"Anyway, they helped us with some of the last boxes and a few of the bigger pieces. Gary and I could have handled the furniture, as we're a lot bigger than Farrell and Phil are. But, it was good of them to offer, and they did add a steadying hand for getting the sofa inside and the big bed upstairs. We still need more beds to fill all those bedrooms. But, that'll only be for family. We prefer our guests to sleep with us," he grinned lustily.
Gary smiled, shook his head, and sighed. "Anyway," he continued, "they insisted on fixing lunch and dinner for us that day as well as the next (after the game, of course), until we could get most of our stuff unpacked," Gary continued. "There was a parade of furniture delivery trucks all of Saturday afternoon bringing in more stuff that wouldn't fit in the apartment, but we needed to help fill up this barn!"
"It is a huge place for just two guys," Robert agreed. "But, we want to do a lot of entertaining and have big families who will want to visit and stay with us. Would you believe this place has five bedrooms and three baths? Way more than we need!"
"But, we fell in love with the place when we first saw it," Gary remembered. "It was perfect in every way. Big house, modest yard, lots of bedrooms, upgraded kitchen and bathrooms, as well as in the perfect neighborhood. You guys have been in town a few years, so you know about how great this area is. Big trees, great houses, good schools (which we don't care about, unless one of us gets pregnant)."
"We keep trying, but haven't figured out how to keep from aborting," Robert laughed. I squeezed Dave's hand. We'd had the same conversation. We loved trying to make babies with our lover as much as Gary and Robert did.
"Getting back to the neighborhood welcome," Gary said, "Sunday evening we had dinner at their place again and met the other gay couple. One of them, Nick, is an ardent football fan. He instantly knew about Bobby playing football, and was totally overwhelmed about Bobby being gay. Hero worship would be understating it."
"He simply has good taste in men," Robert smiled. "Look at Mark. The man's delicious!" We looked perplexed.
"Mark's Nick's lover," Gary explained. "Nick's a big ol' boy with a football player kinda build and Mark is just as gorgeous as he can be. And they're both total sluts, just the opposite of Phil and Farrell. They're the monogamy boys."
"Nick was drooling over Bobby and Mark wanted into my black ass so bad his dick was hard most of the evening," Gary added. "So, being the gracious hosts that they are, Phil and Farrell suggested that Mark and Nick show them their place after dessert."
"I think we were the dessert," Robert said. "They couldn't wait to get us out of there and to their place. We'd just barely gotten in the door to their place when they were on us like stink on shit!"
"Yeah, Mark hammered my ass real nice while Bobby hammered Nick's big ass with his big dick. Nick was lovin' it as much as I was. Mark's got a big ol' dick, nearly as big as Bobby's," Gary grinned. "We've been real friendly with them since, too."
"Nice neighbors," Robert added. "And they're versatile too, like us."
"The best way," Dave agreed, smiling at me.
"We all agree there," Gary laughed.
"The guys across the street are monogamous, you said?" Dave asked.
"That's what they tell us and we have no reason to doubt them," Gary confirmed. "A couple of real sweethearts, they've been together for nearly 20 years. Phil's a Fed and the Farrell works at Intel. They're thinking about retiring early and enjoying life. They're only in their mid- 40's or so, I think." Gary looked to Robert for support on the details and got a nod of agreement. "They both like their jobs, but Lord knows that Farrell has enough stock in Intel to buy and sell all of us. And Phil can retire when he's 50 from the Fed's with full pension (as if he'd need it being married to his Intel millionaire). Now, they didn't say all this to us, but I know the Fed's let you out early and Phil started with Intel about 15 years ago, so you know he's got lots of stock.
"And even with all that money, they are NOT the A-list faggots that you despise so much, Mike," Robert added as clarification.
That did ease my mind a bit. I preferred to ignore that crowd, but I couldn't do that if they lived only a few doors down. It was looking like I needed to be more circumspect in my appraisal of that group of queers. Word seemed to have leaked out of my disdain for the very PC gays.
"What about Nick and Mark?" Dave asked. He was looking for some bed partners in those neighbors (it would seem) and wanted to know more about them.
"Down, Boy!" I laughed. "You'll get in their pants soon enough."
"I know Mark is a buyer for Kroger, but I'm not sure about Nick," Gary said.
"He owns a chain of computer repair stores," Robert added. "They do upgrades, repairs, and trouble-shooting when you have a PC that's acting up."
"We could use one of those," Dave smiled at me.
"What we need, Sweetcheeks," I replied, "is a new computer. That boat anchor I have is too old and slow to do what we both need."
"Nick also builds them to your specifications," Robert suggested. "But, I don't know if it would be any cheaper than just ordering a new Dell computer, for instance. But, the service would certainly be right there."
"Something to think about," I mused. Dave nodded his head and smiled. We needed a new computer anyway, so why not at least ask Nick about it.
"So, what about the rest of the neighbors?" Dave asked.
"Nothing remarkable. All of them are good people that we've met. Oh, gotta tell ya about the Christmas Crawl," Robert laughed.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Gary agreed.
"I've never been so polluted, or so full of great food in all my life," Robert began.
"There were about ten houses and we were supposed to spend only 15 minutes at each place getting a tour, looking at the Christmas decorations, getting a small bite to eat, and a little liquid refreshment," Gary said, setting the stage.
"We did a pretty good job of sticking to the time schedule. One of our neighbors had a little dinner bell that he rang at 12 minutes to get us ready to go. It seemed to work well," Robert smiled.
"And we weren't one of the ten houses. We weren't ready, although they did ask us if we wanted to. No damned way," Gary laughed.
"So, at 15 minutes a house, plus walking a few steps, we were at it for nearly three hours," Robert continued. "By the last house where all the food was for the Christmas buffet, we were TANKED!"
"And the food! Have mercy!" Gary sighed. "My momma can't even cook that good, and I thought she was the greatest. These women will fatten you up in a hurry if you let them. Of course, Phil and Farrell and Mark and Nick brought the most elegant dishes. Phil made some kind of casserole that was ambrosia and Mark made a dessert that was so light and lemony. Great food!"
"We finally staggered home about midnight," Robert laughed. "I think we took aspirin to ward off a sure headache, but slept in to be sure. We were so polluted, I'm not sure what happened after we left the party."
"No potential bedmates?" Dave asked.
"No, besides the ones we already know about, anyway. But, the tongues were sure clucking about the neighbors that weren't there and especially about the ones you bought the house from," Gary revealed.
"They were saying it was another woman that broke up the couple," Robert added. "But, the boys across the street said that it was not another woman, but another MAN! Don't ya love it!"
"As in, another man for him or her?" I clarified.
"HIM!" they both laughed.
"Is the rumor true?" I asked.
"Mark said that'd he'd fucked him, so I have to assume it's more than rumor," Robert smiled. "And so had Nick."
"No wonder they're angry with each other," Dave mused. "I'm glad mine didn't go that way. How'd she find out or did he just confess it?"
Robert and Gary looked at each other and shrugged. "Beats me," Robert finally said. "Mark or Nick might know if you ask them."
"Not really important, I suppose," Dave sighed. "Still, I'd like to talk to him, let him know that he's not alone as a former married man who digs men."
"We could both help him on that score," I agreed.
We talked a couple more hours about the neighborhood, their relationship and ours, and what some of their future plans were. They were so young and in love. They'd make it work, I was sure. After a light snack of Christmas cookies and eggnog, we decided to head for home. The hour was late and we needed the rest. Especially, we needed sleep after what the Texas Torpedo had done to our butts.
When we opened the front door to our house, the phone was ringing. Dave dashed in and picked it up, while I put our coats away and locked up the house. Deciding the call must be for him, I slipped upstairs and crawled into bed. I was exhausted.
Dave bounded up the stairs whooping and hollering. "It's OUR!" he yelled. Hoping it was a call from the real estate agent, Scott, I smiled up at him, expectantly. "The house is ours, Mike!" he exclaimed. "We're officially a couple now with a house that has both our names on it."
"Hot damn!" I interjected, while he bounced on to the bed and gave me a huge hug and kiss. He was more excited than I was. It meant a lot to him to get both of our names on the title. That was evident!
Dave was bubbling over. I could only grin up at him and hold him tightly as he gave me all the details. The estranged couple had agreed independently with our offer, all terms. She only asked for six weeks to get out and close the deal in escrow. My face clouded. "What's wrong?" Dave asked perplexed. "I thought you loved that house. Second thoughts?"
"No, not at all," I answered. "It just hit me that we've got to get our butts in gear and get this house sold or we'll have to come up with more money to close the deal. It was contingent on selling this house. Someone could buy it out from under us."
"Ah, that!" he laughed in relief. "We'll just remove the contingency, if they get another offer and the house will be ours. We can afford the greater payment. Besides," he added grinning, "this'll sell quickly. Scott put a good price on it and the neighborhood's a good one."
"But, it took them two months to sell that house," I protested.
"During the wrong time of the year," Dave corrected. "Remember Scott said that it always picks up after the first of the year."
"Yeah, well," I muttered.
"Don't worry about it, Sweetcheeks," he said kissing me tenderly. "It'll work out. We could always get a second mortgage if we need to for that amount and pay it off when you do sell this place."
"You seem to have it all covered," I sighed and smiled. That man could convince me to build a bridge to Hawaii. "The house was only listed today and hasn't even been toured by the rest of the agents. I promise not be get nervous for a couple more weeks."
"That's the spirit," he beamed. "Give Scott a chance to peddle this house. He's good at it."
"Only if he has the right clients," I ventured.
"No negatives, now," he cautioned. "You promised not to be nervous for two weeks."
I laughed at him and pulled him in closer. "Take off those clothes and make love to me. Convince me of your position, Counselor."
He began pulling off his clothes in a striptease. He turned and shook his round, muscled, brown ass at me. "I gotta double layer chocolate cake that needs some creamy frosting," he cooed over his shoulder, spreading his ass cheeks for me. His hole winked at me.
"Gotta eat some of that cake before I spray some cream between the layers," I suggested lustily. My cock was hard from the time he began tugging off his clothes. I reached for the lube and some towels. "Get your black ass over here before I cum just lookin' at it!"
Dave happily complied, wiggling his round ass into my face, and going down on my 9" sword. We dined with mumbled pleasures, each eating our proffered meal with gusto. His chocolate layer cake tasted like the man I loved. Fucking his hole was the only thing better than eating it. And if he didn't stop sucking my jerking dick, he'd be drinking my baby makers down his throat instead of deep in his ass.
Precum hotly dripped from Dave's hard 11" into my chest hair. Each time I forced my tongue deeper into his ass, his long, fat dick would press against my pex, leaving more pecker tracks of clear nectar. Dave swallowed my cock, gulping down the big head and munching my pubic hair with his thick lips. I pushed him away, rolling him off me.
"Fuck, Dave!" I panted. "I nearly came when you deep-throated me. This big load's goin' up your ass. That milk chocolate cake needs some cream between the layers."
Smiling smugly, Dave applied some lube to his hungry hole and sat completely down on my upright organ, swallowing it in one smooth motion. I thrust up hard into him, grinding in my last thick inch. Dave gasped at the stretching, then smiled again. "You do love my hot ass, doncha, Babe?"
"The deeper I go in your bootie, the more I like it," I answered dreamily. His channel was massaging my overheated cock like a good blowjob. "You keep that up and you'll have my creamy frosting deep between those chocolate layers."
"That's what I'm counting on, Mike. FUCK ME!"
I rolled him over on to his back, keeping my hard member as deeply seated in his hole as I could. Pushing his knees up by his ears, his ass spread and his hole beckoned me deeper. "Fuck, this is hot!" I purred. "I'm gonna fuck you SO good, Man!"
Dave grabbed both my ass cheeks and pulled me in hard. "I want that frosting so deep up my ass I'll gargle it," he urged.
In pushup position (only my dick in his deep ass and my hands pressing his knees into his shoulders), I started to long-dick the hottest black man I'd ever fucked. His eyes focused on my face and smiled. I leaned in and kissed him passionately. Dave returned my passion with his thrusting tongue probing my teeth, dueling with my tongue. The more we kissed, the harder I fucked him. The harder I fucked, the more passionately we pressed our hungry lips together.
"Aw, FUCK!" Dave shouted, breaking our kiss. "Fuck my ass! Ah, SHIT! I'm CUMMING!" His strong hands encouraged me to fuck him faster and deeper. I kissed him again, soaking up the passion of his climax. I could feel his spooge spraying between us, soaking us in sperm as his dick jerked and squirted.
I groaned and pressed harder into him. In an instant, my climax overwhelmed me and I sprayed his guts hard and deep. My eyes were screwed shut, trying to keep from blasting my brains out as my dick convulsed again. "Fuck, YEAH!" Dave shouted. "Gimme your hot, fuckin' cum. Fuck my ass, Man! Gimme that hot sauce! Cum in me again! Fuck, YEAH!"
Shouting and grunting out my climax, I fired again and again up his eager, hungry ass. Each volley felt like it started in my toes and shot out at rifle force. I leaned in again and kissed him, hammering in short jabs additional creamy frosting between his milk chocolate buns.
When we broke our kiss, Dave smiled up at me. Sweat was dripped from my forehead onto his chest, cum threads crazily stretched from his dick and muscled chest to my abs and furry chest. Almost my entire chest and stomach were matted and dripping with Dave's starch.
"Man, can you fuck!" Dave grinned. "No one does it like you do."
"Thanks, Sweetcheeks," I murmured. "You always bring out the best in me."
"Cumming while getting fucked and not touching my dick has to be the best climax ever," Dave continued. "You da MAN!"
I laughed. "And you're the hottest fuck on the planet, my love." I pulled out slowly from his tight hole, exiting with a soft plop. I rolled on to the bed next to him. "You cumming while I'm fucking you always strips the cum from my nuts. You have a special way of using your ass muscle to empty my nuts no matter what I intend."
We lay still for a few seconds. "Geez," I said with concern, "I didn't hurt you did I? This is so soon after the Texas Torpedo fucked you. I didn't even think of how sore your ass must be after taking Junior's big cock up your ass several times."
"Don't worry, Mike," Dave soothed. "If it were sore, I'd never have let you in. Besides, you're the best fuck I've ever had. I wanna do you all the time, you know," he grinned. "Your creamy cum is a good balm for my heavily fucked ass channel, anyway."
"You sure about that?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," he assured me. "But, thanks for being so concerned. That's another reason why I love you so much."
After another shower to scrape off Dave's dried cum, we tumbled into bed and slept soundly.
Tuesday, Scott called me to remind me of Wednesday's home tour for other real estate agents. "Just in case you want to pick up any loose men or used condoms you need to toss out before the hordes of suburban housewives descend on your home," he laughed. Dave and I did a fast run through the house, picking up odds and ends, putting unanswered correspondence away, and generally tidying up. The "tour" started sometime after nine in the morning, so that would coincide nicely with our 8:30 appointments with Dr. Hartung.
His waiting room was so typical. Ancient copies of Reader's Digest, children's books, and Good Housekeeping completed the look that left Dave and I laughing with each new revelation. Other patients at the clinic thought we were crazy. As there was a psychologist in the building, they had every reason to conclude that.
At a few minutes before 8:30, we were whisked into an examination room. The cute, male nurse told us the Dr. Hartung wanted to meet with us together, first. Then, Dave would go to the adjoining room for his exam and I'd stay here. He took blood pressure and heart rate readings from us, recorded them, and quickly reviewed our lengthy health questionnaires, asking general questions about allergies and so forth.
"I assume you're a couple," he asked.
Dave smiled. "A couple of what?"
I laughed, as did the nurse. "A couple of fags, Blanche. Whaddya think?" the nurse giggled.
"That, too," I assured him.
"The doctor has a lot of gay patients, so it isn't a big surprise to us when we see new patients who are," he said. "And a couple as hot as you will make him reconsider not fucking with his patients," he laughed. "That's assuming that you fuck around, too," he added lecherously.
The nurse was a cutie. He was about my height, mid-30's, slender build like a swimmer, sparkling eyes, round butt, and a nice bulge pressing against the zipper in his pants. Oh, did I forget to mention it? He's a delicious shade of brown, not unlike Dave. His nametag said Keith.
"Depends on the man," Dave answered diplomatically.
"How long you been with Dr. Hartung?" I asked changing the subject. The guy was cute, but Dave and I hadn't discussed it, yet.
"Nearly two years, now," he answered. "My brother started at the clinic with another doctor a little before that as his physician's assistant. I joined him at the clinic about four months later working for Dr. Hartung. He started with Dr. Hartung about six months ago."
"What happened to the other doctor?" Dave asked.
"He retired," Keith answered. "And Karl didn't like his replacement. So, he asked Dr. Hartung if he could use a physician's assistant, and the rest is history."
"Nice that you could both work in the same place," Dave observed.
"Oh, yeah, Karl and I have always been very close," he laughed at some private joke. "Well, we'd have to be. We're identical twins."
We joined in his little joke, laughing. But, I did wonder if maybe they might both be gay. He certainly did have the vibes and calling Dave, Blanche did clinch that. However, it could just be that he saw so many gay men that he knew how best to put them at ease.
"Well, that's all I can do right now," Keith sighed. "Anything you want me to tell the doctor before he sees you?" Dave and I shook our heads to the negative. "Okay, then. He should be right with you." He left our charts and questionnaires on the table and departed.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked.
"CUTE!" Dave laughed. "I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck with identical twins. But, that was back when I was straight. Now, I might get that riddle solved with men, instead."
"Shall we see if we can score with them?" I asked. "I'm sure we'll see one or both of them again before the exam's over."
"Hell, yes!"
I paused. "You know, I've always wanted to blow you in front of someone who wasn't expecting it," I revealed with a grin. "Like right now, just before Dr. Hartung comes in. Have him catch us at it."
"You're a pig, Mike!" he laughed. "You wouldn't dare."
"Don't dare me," I challenged him laughing. "I know him, you don't. I wouldn't mind. I'll bet you're too much of a tight ass to do it!"
"You wouldn't dare!" he repeated.
"Try me!" I moved over to him and tugged on his belt.
"You're serious!"
"You bet your black ass I am," I leered at him. "Tight ass!"
"That's not true!" he bristled.
"Prove it."
"Gettin' my dick sucked proves I'm not a tight ass? Gimme a break," he scowled.
"Tight ass."
Dave laughed. "You temptress!"
"Uh huh," I agreed fingering his expanding cock through the material of his dress slacks.
"I oughta fuck you right here, you bent over the exam table, and my dick shoved up YOUR tight ass," he challenged back at me.
"Okay!" I dropped my pants and shorts to my ankles, then leaned over the exam table. "The KY's in the drawer over by the rubber gloves."
"Fuck the KY," Dave smirked. "I'm gonna do it the usual way. I'll eat your asshole until you beg and squeal for my big dick."
I pulled my asscheeks apart and invited Dave to eat my ass. He dove in, munching and slurping on my tight pucker, licking and spearing it hard to relax it. My moans and urgings could probably be heard in the next room, but I didn't care. Dave was a HOT ass eater.
"I usually use KY before I do a rectal exam," said a familiar voice. My head jerked up and Dave gasped. Dr. Hartung smiled knowingly. "I'm pleased when my patients are at ease at the clinic, but this is a little more than I expected." Dave hurriedly pulled up his pants, but not before Dr. Hartung saw how big Dave's hard cock was. "And I can see why, too. Mike always was a size queen!"
"Geez," I sputtered. "This is so embarrassing. I dared Dave to do it, so it's all my fault."
"Never mind, Mike," he assured me. "I enjoyed it, too," he added laughing. "And you must be Dave," he said extending his hand in welcome. Dave took it sheepishly.
"This is embarrassing," Dave confirmed. "I've never even thought of doing something like this before, but Mike is so tempting."
"Explanations aren't needed," the doctor said. Picking up one of the medical charts he added, checking off a box, "So, I don't have to ask any questions about dysfunctional sex life or other relationship issues. You seem to have them well sorted out," he added laughing. "This is a gay-friendly practice. We don't discriminate against straight people, or their supporters," he grinned. We laughed at him. After quizzing us more on our relationship and general health questions, he invited Dave to move to the next exam room. He'd look me over first, then Dave. He mentioned his physician's assistant would be doing some of the work and he'd be doing other parts of the exam.
Dave left, but still slightly crimson from our butt-munching scene. Dr. Hartung picked up Dave's chart and medical questionnaire. He escorted him to the adjacent room, then returned.
"Damn, Mike!" he exclaimed, "he's hotter than a $2 pistol. Where'd you find that one?" I told him an abbreviated version, leaving out most of the sex, of how we got together. "That's good to know. I should ask him about how he's dealing with the switch. There are sometimes unresolved issues he needs some help on."
"He seems to be coping well," I observed.
"That's good. But, it's only been a year. Lots of new things going on in his new life," he confirmed with me. "But, let's get back to you. Do you have any particular complaints about your health, funny growths I should look at, other concerns? I don't think we need to talk about sexual dysfunction, unless you want to?" He consulted my chart again. Still allergic to the Cycline family of drugs?"
"I still throw up if you give them to me, I suppose. I haven't had to take any, so I assume nothing has changed."
"You still taking the penicillin before dental exams?" I have a slight heart murmur that suggests an ounce of prevention is better than heart trouble later. I confirmed that I did. He looked at my blood pressure, then performed a complete physical, checking all the places he should like eyes, ears, throat, liver palpation, etc.
After he finished, he said, "Although Dave tried with his tongue, I think it is more clinically efficacious if I do a digital. Bend over for me, Mike and spread those luscious cheeks." I did as ordered. His fingers weren't huge, but it didn't matter. As much as Dave's enormous dick had been up my butt, the doctor's finger wave was hardly noticed. "Flat and small like it should be," he announced.
He pulled tissue out of a box and handed me several. "Unless, of course, you want to leave the KY in for later use," he laughed. I smiled at him, still embarrassed by our escapade of a few moments before. "Karl's gonna be in shortly to check hernia and draw blood. I want to see how your lipids and cholesterol are doing." I looked concerned. "Just precautionary," he assured me. "You have a family history of high cholesterol and I don't want yours to get out of control. You eat right and exercise often, as we've discussed?" I nodded. "Don't change that," he warned. "After Karl and Keith are done with you, you can leave. I'll send the lab results to you in a week or so."
"Okay," I agreed. "I promise to be good. Dave won't let me be bad."
"Yeah, I'll just bet," he laughed. "Recent demonstrations in this very room notwithstanding." He left me with my scarlet complexion increasing.
A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door and Keith walked back in. But, the badge said, Karl. Well, they were identical twins, after all. He introduced himself and looked over my chart. "Let's see. You need blood draw, hernia exam, the doctor already did the prostate, and a card for the poop test," he looked up and grinned. "And you're the partner of that hunk next door, too?" he asked.
I nodded my head and smiled.
"HOT!" Karl agreed. "He told me about how you seduced him."
"I'm sure he embellished in a few places," I smiled.
"Even if he did, it was awesome what you did. The man's a major catch in any league."
"Thanks."
"And he's got a huge cock, too," Karl laughed. "I sure hope you put that to good use."
"Well, I'm sure you'll hear about this soon enough," I began. "But, I was trying to do just that when Dr. Hartung interrupted us."
Karl laughed. "Tell me all the gory details. I know it won't be nearly as good hearing it from him." I did tell him of the "tight ass" challenge that Dave couldn't resist and how we'd gotten caught. "This is TOO good. Gotta tell Keith this one, too."
"When you tell it to others, and I know you will, just leave out our names, please," I pleaded.
"No problem," he laughed. "I won't even mention color."
"Thanks."
"Now, to the exam." He drew blood first, filling two tubes. I stood in front of him and pulled down my shorts while he did the "turn your head and cough" routine on me. He seemed to enjoy playing with my nuts and dick as he did it. Of course, my dick started to lengthen. "Too bad the doctor already did the prostate," he sighed. "I got a real rise out of Dave on that one."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, hard as a brick," he laughed. "A little pressure on his prostate goes a long ways to getting his dick hard. That things a monster. I sure hope you take care of it often."
"As often as he wants it," I confirmed.
"Damn! Lucky guy! You got a nice dick, too," he smiled holding my dick by the fat head. "He must take yours, too. He didn't seem to have any trouble taking my finger up his ass."
"Pretty regularly," I sighed. His light touch felt good on my expanding cock.
"He says you sometimes fool around with other guys too, but only as a couple."
"Uh huh," I answered huskily. I was fully aroused now.
"Wish we were in different circumstances. I'd love to suck your dick right now or take it up my ass." He squeezed the head and smeared several drops of precum on to his right glove. He lifted the glove to his mouth and tasted. "Nice. But, it would be better directly from the source." He looked up at me. "You are so fuckin' hot!"
"Thanks."
"But, duty calls," he sighed releasing his grip on my jerking member. "If you guys wanna fool around, I'll bet Keith and I could show you a good time." He adjusted his obviously hard cock to more comfortably ride off toward one hip. It was a BIG one.
I grabbed at it and got a large handful. "Nice," I purred. "I'll be sure to mention your suggestion to Dave. He already thinks your brother is hot and you're a carbon copy."
"Here's our number," he said scribbling a phone number down on Dr. Hartung's business card. "I hope you call. And soon."
He left me with my shorts around my ankles, my hard dick throbbing. Damn, I thought. Where's Dave when you need him?
I dressed and waited for Dave in the reception area. He joined me in another 15 minutes. His big smile told me that he had some kind of news to share.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, no problems with the physical," he smiled. "And I got Keith's phone number."
"And I got Karl's," I grinned. We compared the numbers. They were the same. "They live together. Well, isn't that special!"
"I wonder if they fuck each other, like maybe they're lovers?"
"Wouldn't that be something," I mused. "Kinda like you and your brothers do."
"But, this is twins. I think it's even hotter."
"I wouldn't kick either one of them out of bed. I know Karl's got a nice dick." Dave looked at me, wondering how I'd know that. "I felt him up when he was checking me for hernia. He got my dick going, too."
"Yeah," Dave agreed. "He got me totally hard while checking my prostate. You know how stiff my cock gets when you massage my prostate. Well, Karl was really working it. It was kinda funny watching him struggle to retain his professional demeanor when my big dick was waving in his face," Dave laughed.
"I don't know how he did it. I sure can't," I agreed, walking him to his car. "He struggled not to blow me in the exam room, too. But, probably not as much as he did with your whopper." I gave him a kiss and a big hug. "See ya tonight, Babe."
"Okay," Dave said. Before he got into his car, he added, "You gonna call them, or you want me to?"
"Why call? Let's just go back inside and talk to both of them now."
We raced back into the clinic. I asked the receptionist if it would be possible to see either Keith or Karl quickly on an important medical question they could answer without bothering the doctor. She paged both of them.
Within seconds of each other, they walked towards us from separate exam rooms, smiling. They stopped at the desk to find out why they'd been paged. When the receptionist indicated us, they turned and grinned. Karl said, "You had a medical question?"
"Uh, yeah," Dave said. "But, it's kinda confidential. Could you both step outside for just a moment?"
"Sure," the twins said in unison. We followed them outside, admiring their high, tight butts. They looked at Dave expectantly.
"Ya see," he began, "Mike and I have this recurring need to get sucked off or fuck tight, high butts like yours. We thought that rather than calling, we'd just ask you now if you knew where we could get this prescription filled," indicating the two business cards we'd been given.
Keith and Karl looked very pleased at their good fortune. "We doing anything else tonight?" Keith asked his brother.
"Just these two hunks," Karl grinned. "You get a load of their big dicks?"
"I'm not that forward," Keith rejoined.
"Big, as in 9" and 11" if I'm not mistaken. And delightfully thick," he revealed.
"Dayum!" Keith stammered. "My butt's already itchin' for some of that! You guys like to fuck?"
"Hammering tight buttholes is our favorite thing to do," I suggested. "And with round butts like yours, we'll be workin' you over repeatedly."
"But, this isn't gonna be a one-way party," Dave cautioned. "We like to get fucked, too."
"Yeah!" Karl sighed. "I'd love to fuck both of you, too."
"Me, too!" Keith agreed.
"So, what time tonight would you be available?" I asked, closing the deal.
"How about right after dinner, say seven o'clock, at our place?" Keith suggested.
"Sure, where's that?" I asked. They gave us directions to their shared condo. They lived in the same building as my friends, John and Peter. I asked if they knew them. They grinned. Obviously, they did, in a very friendly kind of way.
At seven, we were in the lobby of their building. They buzzed us through to their eighth floor condo. Although decorated differently, it was the same floor plan as John and Peter's.
They greeted us at the door, nude. Their arms were around each other's shoulders. Their big dicks hung heavily over full nut sacks. "You have far too many clothes on," Keith grinned.
"We need to help you get more comfortable," Karl agreed, pulling us willingly into the spacious bedroom. They pulled our shirts over our heads, then, undid belts and pulled down pants. My shorts were tented, but Dave's were nearly ripped off by the throbbing monster caged inside. Karl slowly pulled my shorts down, eager to taste the dripping dick he couldn't have at the clinic. Keith was munching on Dave's hard cock through the white fabric, paying particular attention to the leaking head throbbing at the edge of Dave's hip.
"I told ya it was a big one," Karl whispered to his brother. "But, I wanna see if I can take one that size, too. So, don't think you'll get all of it. But, first," he said looking back at my nearly exposed cock, "this Daddy is gonna fuck my brains out."
"This Daddy is gonna eat your ass, then fuck your brains out," I growled.
"Yeah, Daddy!" Karl cried gleefully. "Do it! This boy needs it BAD!"
I stepped out of my shorts while Karl bent over the end of the bed. His face was on the mattress, his butt high in the air, his deep, puckered butthole winking at me.
Dave was standing at the end of the bed, Keith sitting on the mattress giving Dave a deep blowjob. From the looks of the big dicks on the twins, I could see how Keith's deep-throat skills were developed. The twins had about 10" of hot, thick, black dick each with large, full- looking balls hopefully making creamy cum for us to swallow. Keith's was a little more upwardly curved than Karl's was, but otherwise, they were identical.
But, I was more interested in the round, brown ass in front of me than in what Dave was doing. "Eat me, Daddy!" Karl begged. Skipping all preliminaries, I dove into the offered hole and lapped greedily, sliding my long tongue as deeply inside as it would go. Karl cooed at the invasion into his hungry hole. He opened up for deeper drilling like he'd been invaded like this frequently. His brother was the obvious, earlier "invader". No doubt, that included multiple, deep fucks with his twin's thick cock, too.
Karl was pulling his brown, muscled ass cheeks apart with both hands, urging me to eat him deeper. I licked, slurped and ate out his ass like a starving man. As it turned out, Karl was the one who was starving, starving for dick in his ass.
"Fuck me, DADDY!" he begged between clenched teeth. "Gotta have it!" I looked up as his face had turned to look back at me over his shoulder. "Please!"
I glanced at Dave. His face was deep in Keith's ass, hence the moaning that I was hearing that wasn't from Karl. It was good to have my suspicions confirmed that they frequently dined on their brother's bootie. Keith was pulling his butt melons part like his brother had for me. Dave was slowly stroking Keith's 10" cock, then sliding his tongue along the entire length, slurping up precum and returning to Keith's hole for precum lube application. Keith was about to be fucked by one of the biggest, nicest cocks in town.
Returning to my bed partner, I flipped Karl over and pushed his knees up to his shoulders. His fat 10" dick noisily hit his abs, leaving a pool of precum. I went down on his black cock as far as I could, then slowly sucked back to the head as I rested my dickhead against his backdoor. "You are gonna get so fucked," I leered. "Where's a condom?"
He rolled to the bedside and snared two from the drawer. He tossed one at his brother and handed the other to me. Resuming his previous position, he instantly pulled his knees into his chest and spread his ass with his hands. "Dick me, Daddy!" he pled.
Never one to turn down an earnest invitation, I rolled on the condom and speared his hole with about 4" of hard dick. Karl winced, but pulled my ass harder into him. I sank completely inside. Being an inch shorter than his brother's cock, I couldn't get as deep, but I could make his prostate happy nonetheless. My fat cockhead pulled back, striking his joy button, making his cock jerk. I repeated this motion rapidly several times, hoping to get him so hot, he'd cum with me. I was already so close I was about to burst.
Karl pulled me down to his face and kissed me. "Gawd! You are so hot! You gotta fuck me and cream my ass. I love Daddies!"
"This Daddy is about ready to flood your ass with hot cum," I whispered hoarsely. "And you're gonna cum with me." I bent over more and sucked the head of his dick into my mouth and started to short dick his prostate in rapid jabs. If anything would cause him to cum, this certainly would. Of course, the drawback to my brilliant plan was that all that fast friction would certainly make me shoot even sooner.
Sucking hard and whipping my tongue around the head, paying particular attention to the nerve bundle on the underside of his cockhead, I went into warp speed fucking him. I was already at the point of no return. This was going to be a fuck for both of us to remember. His ass was milking me hard, trying to grip my rod and force cum to shoot into the condom. His part of the plan was working. I wasn't sure that mine was.
With an exhaled burst of pent up breath, Karl shot his wad. He thrashed and bucked beneath me, alternatively impaling his butthole on my fat dick and cramming as much dick as he could down my throat. I was drinking his warm male nectar as the flow increased with each harder shot. I swallowed once, then gargled the next squirt, yelling out my own climax that blasted up his spasming hole. My automatic fucking controls took over and I rammed hard and deep up his ass as fast as my hips could thrust. I wanted to cum hard inside him. This hot man needed Daddy cum and I was gonna breed him!
Karl grabbed his cock with one hand and my ass with the other. He flailed his dick, making it fire more cum onto his chest and abs while urging me faster and deeper into his eager asshole. I fucked and fucked and fucked. He was totally into it. "Keep fuckin' me, Man! I love your big dick in my ass!" He pulled my head down and kissed me hard, passionately. "FUCK! You're GOOD!" he exclaimed, breaking the kiss.
The rutting next to us was reaching a crescendo. Dave's monster cock was totally buried in Keith's ass. They were kissing deeply, stifling any shouts of pain or pleasure that Keith might have made. Dave was stroking Keith's tunnel with short jabs, a clear sign that Dave was gonna shoot soon. Keith loved the depth and thickness, as demonstrated by his big hands grasping Dave's round ass and pulling him hard into Keith's upturned hole. Growls of climax were escaping from Keith's throat. Squirts of hot cream were pasting both of them from Keith's swollen member. Dave's big dick had caused Keith to climax without stroking Keith off.
Dave broke the kiss and howled out a big climax. His monster cock long-dicked Keith's hot ass as fast as was humanly possible. Dave was in overdrive and out of control. His fat butt stretcher was pistoning deeply into Keith's hungry hole, slamming Keith repeatedly into the mattress with each hard lunge.
Bucking hard into the hungry hole, Dave blasted more cum into the protective condom, howling out each squirt. Keith kept chanting, "Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" with each of Dave's hard hip thrusts into him. Keith's hungry bottom stroked and massaged Dave's dick to new heights giving Keith the hard, deep fuck he needed.
Finally collapsing onto Keith, Dave's body thrashed and fucked more deep strokes up Keith's eager asshole. Keith only pulled harder on Dave's ass trying to get him to keep fucking after his climax has subsided. Bottom was Keith's middle name.
"Fuck!" Dave breathed. "What a hot ass you got, Keith! That beauty's real hungry."
"So is Karl's," I grinned down at my fuck partner. "Hot and deep!"
"You two must fuck each other constantly to be this good as bottoms," Dave suggested.
"We do enjoy each other's big dicks at least daily," Keith revealed. "Even on some slow days at the clinic, I'll pull Karl into one of the exam rooms and blow or fuck him or have him do me. We got all the necessary lubes and so forth."
"The only drawback is that the exam room then smells like cum for a couple of hours afterwards. But, we avoid using the room if possible for a while, unless, of course, there is a hot gay guy that we'd like to fuck with later," Karl laughed.
"How long you guys been fuckin' each other?" I asked stripping off my condom and tossing it in the trash. Dave followed my lead, tossing his in the trash, too. "And how often do you get it on with other guys?"
"Yeah," Dave added. "We assumed you were a couple, but it was kinda hard to believe that brothers would actually be a gay couple."
"It is unusual, I'm sure," Karl agreed. "But, it has always seemed so right for us. We've always been very close."
"Even finish each other's thoughts some days," Keith said.
"So, how'd you get started and how often do you fuck around?" Dave prompted.
"We don't fuck around that much," Keith nodded toward his brother. "He's so fuckin' picky about the guys we bed."
Karl laughed. "This one would fuck anything male if he had his way," punching his brother in the shoulder. "A major slut! Makes it hard to keep up with his oversexed libido."
"But, you two were easy to agree on," Keith laughed. "In fact, Karl's the one who suggested it before I could. That's unusual for him to be so forward like that."
"How long you been dickin' with other guys?" I asked.
"Oh, gotta be twenty years now," Karl recollected.
"You must have started as infants," Dave wondered.
"Shit, no," Keith corrected. "We're 36 now, so we were diddlin' guys in high school and college. Funny how we started fuckin' with other guys and then found out the other one was doin' it, too."
"Yeah," Karl smiled. "Most people can't tell us apart."
"I can't tell you apart from the rear (both of which are delightful), but from the front, I can see a difference," I said.
"Oh?" Dave inquired. "How? I'm not observant enough."
"Karl has a small mole above his left eyebrow. If he ever has it removed, I hope it leaves a small scar. Otherwise, I'll never be able to tell them apart either," I laughed.
"Ah. So he does," Dave agreed.
The twins smiled. "You are observant," Karl smiled. "My nose is a little thinner than Keith's (we both stared, but couldn't see the difference and shook our heads to indicate that), and Keith has a small divot in his ear that I bit out when we were 3 years old."
"Guess he was hungry," Keith sighed. I really don't remember it at all. "Mom says he was mad at me for something and she really warmed his little butt for doing it."
"I don't see it," Dave said gazing at both ears.
"Right here," Keith indicated, pulling his ear forward. "See this indentation where the other one is more of a smooth curve?"
"That's so slight, I'd never notice that," I said. Dave nodded in agreement.
"And Keith takes dick deeper than I do," Karl laughed. "But, that's only because he practices more than I do."
"Gotta have some talents my baby brother doesn't have."
"Yeah. He's all of 12 minutes older than me."
We moved to the living room without getting dressed and watched a movie none of us had seen. But, it wasn't all that good, so Keith suggested a lemon gelato he'd gotten at the corner deli. We demolished it.
It gave us energy for another round of fucking in the bedroom, but with me fucking Keith and Dave fucking Karl. Despite Karl's protests of his brother being a deeper bottom, Dave's big 11" butt rammer didn't cause Karl any more discomfort than it did Keith. And Keith was just as much a boy for his Daddy as Karl was.
Promising them a return match at our place for the weekend, we departed. The twins certainly know how to show a couple of queers a good time, something they demonstrated Friday night.
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