Black and White

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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 45

When we got home, a phone message was waiting for us from Scott. The agent open house had gone well. Three agents had said they each had a client who might be very interested in the house. "And one agent who wants to fuck with you," Scott laughed. "But, he's a total pig, socially and physically. You aren't interested. Trust me."

I wondered how the "pig" agent knew we were gay. I didn't think the place was decorated that queerly. Dave smiled and pointed out the picture of us sitting on the desk in the den. Our arms were around each other in a more than friendly manner. Well, we could be friends, I said to myself. Dave could read my mind. "If this one didn't scream it, the one upstairs on the bureau would." My mind flashed upstairs. Sitting on the bureau was a picture of Dave and I in tanktops and cut- offs. I was sitting on his lap, the bulge in our pants clearly showing we were enjoying ourselves. I'd forgotten the picture that Robocop had taken of us last summer on the deck.

"Like we care," I laughed. "But, it might be better to put them away for a couple of weeks while the house is being shown."

"You don't suppose the gay flag flying from the porch would give it away?"

"Oh, yeah," I muttered. "Well, fuck it! As long as we aren't waving our dicks at `em, they'll just have to get over it."

"That's more like it," Dave smiled. "I was wondering if you were sneaking back into the closet for a moment. If they are so narrow minded that they couldn't buy a house a couple of fags were in, the neighbors won't like them, anyway."

"That's for sure," I said. "You know, we should invite our non- gay friends and soon-to-be former neighbors to a housewarming after we move. It'd be a nice way to let the neighbors know we still like them."

"I'm for it. Besides, this would be a chance to invite the family over as well."

"And then another REAL party for the fags (which will include some of our family members on both sides, too)."

"We'll plan the housewarmings later," Dave sighed. "I'm beat. But, I'm taking a shower first. I smell like a randy, old goat."

"You been fuckin' hot bootie most of the night. You should smell like sex!"

"Same difference," he sighed heading up the stairs. "You gonna join me?"

"Any chance to shower with you is a chance to get my butt fucked," I laughed. "Of course I will."

"I doubt if I have another load in me."

"I was hoping you had another load you could shoot in ME!"

"Doubtful, but if you can get it up, you can have it." Tired as he may have been, I knew I could get him hard. If I could get him hard, I could get him off. I grinned lasciviously at him. "Now, who doesn't have an off switch!" he laughed.

"I'll do all the work," I offered. "You just provide the big dick and I'll do the rest."

By the time we'd finished our shower, I had Dave's 11" monster dripping precum and ready to spread my ass. I pulled him into the bedroom where he stretched out on the king-size bed, his semen launcher pointing skyward. I lubed up my ass and slowly sat on his dark meat missile. He sure felt good!

I slowly rode his fat cock, rocking back and forth, deeply long- dicking myself. His plum-size dickhead rubbed repeatedly across my prostate, making my dick ooze out a constant stream of precum. I leaned back on to my hands and rode him harder. He thrust up into me, getting into the hot fuck. My eyes flew open. He smiled up at me.

"You knew you could get me going, and you knew I couldn't just lay back and let you do it all," he vaguely protested. "You really wanna get fucked, doncha!"

I nodded and grinned, then sat hard on his 11" invader. "Fuck me like only you can, Dave."

He rolled me on to my back, but didn't lose more than a couple of inches of depth inside me. "Like this?" he growled, slamming hard into my hungry hole, stretching the opening and plowing deeply.

"Fuck, YEAH!" I insisted. "Fuck that ass, and fuck it hard and deep. I want your babies high up my hole, Babe!"

"You know I love fuckin' your tight ass," he breathed lustily, hammering me deeply again.

"Yeah, Man! Fuck me all night. I want that big dick to make me pregnant. Cum in my ass a hundred times!" I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard into my butt each time he slammed forward. "Fuck me hard, Dave. I want it bad!"

Dave long-dicked me for several minutes, making sure he was pulling out far enough to shred my prostate with each penetration. I was so into being fucked that I only wanted his cum to flood me. I pulled harder and harder on his ass, wanting his long, fat dick to keep fucking me forever.

But, before I was aware of my own hard cock waving around, I was cumming without touching it. Dave's masterful strokes had so stimulated my prostate that I was cumming gallons without a blowjob or a handjob. It felt like the climax was starting from my toes and blasting out my fat dick. Wave after scalding wave of cream splashed up to my chest and face as Dave continued to breed my hungry ass. I bellowed out my climax, urging Dave to fuck me harder and harder. My toes, fingers, and even the tip of my nose tingled.

I badly wanted to stroke my cock, to enjoy the climax even more by giving my dick the pleasure it urgently needed. But, Dave was fucking me so good, and my hands were too busy begging him to fuck me harder and faster. So, I rode his dick and begged for more.

The heavy, long strokes finally flipped all of Dave's climax switches and he began to pour cum deep into my ass in hard, hot squirts. Instead of a squirt gun, this felt like a Super Soaker. How could he have all that cum after fucking the twins earlier? I didn't care. I only wanted his creamy sperm in me, deep!

Dave leaned in and kissed me passionately. His jackhammer thrusts into my ass made my jerking cock continue to spew cum across my chest and abs. Each new stream of cum into my ass was punctuated with a harder kiss and renewed moans from Dave. When his climax no longer controlled him, he broke our kiss.

"Keep fuckin' me," I begged. "I love cumming this hard without touching my cock."

He resumed his speed and depth, causing another huge climax wave to crash over me. I held his muscular ass hard against my bootie. I needed this hot man deep inside me, spooging my hole, and making me cum more.

But, climaxes don't last forever. Reluctantly, Dave pulled out. He looked down at the mess of cum on my face, neck, shoulders, chest, and abs. He started at my face cleaning me up. By the time he reached my still dripping dick, I'd moved him around to where I could suck on his cum leaking monster. Even though he'd just climaxed, his mighty phallus was still at least 9" long. I stroked it several times, being rewarded with several thick, white drops of his ball honey.

Dave sucked the last cum drops from my dick and rolled away. "I feel like I need another shower after that romp," he smiled.

"I've been licked clean, so I don't," I laughed. I looked over at him. "You sure can fuck! No wonder the twins wanted that big cock of yours up their butts."

"But, only you really get me hot, Mike." We snuggled in and slept until sometime in the middle of the night. I was sleeping on my stomach when Dave awoke with a piss hard-on. My alabaster ass was more than he could resist. I got another load of hot Dave cream pumped deep into my thirsty hole.

We got up at the same time Friday morning (which was unusual. Dave usually gets up after me). But, this morning, he wanted to work on a legal brief at home before going to the office and suffering through endless interruptions. However, he didn't consider my presence in his plans. Showering together is always a recipe for someone to get fucked. My balls were full and needed draining. His ass was high, round, and bent over in front of me.

I probed at his backdoor with my fat, mushroom dickhead. He glanced over his shoulder, then smiled. He knew there was no way for him to escape my dick (nor did he want to). Applying a little lotion we kept in the shower for just such "emergencies", he backed on to my horn. His sigh of deep pleasure encouraged me to pull him hard against my hips. He twisted his head around and kissed me.

"You are gonna get so fucked," I whispered. But, Dave's milking ass chute was more than a match for my urge to fuck. In less than two minutes, I was creaming his deep ass with my ball honey load. Dave was whipping off a load by hand, so I continued fucking him after I'd climaxed. Just as he was about to cum (and his telltale signs were always obvious), I pulled out of his ass, spun him around, and swallowed as much of his jerking 11" cock as I could.

My timing couldn't have been better. As my lips closed over the fat, black head, I tasted cum. In another second, he bucked and firehosed out a long rope of hot jism. Three weaker ones followed, but I still had to swallow twice to get it all. How does this guy make so much cum so fast? He kissed me, sharing in my bounty.

At 6:30, the twins arrived for dinner. We talked about the clinic, their work, and my work in public health. Dave didn't have much to offer as it was outside his experience, but he did ask some insightful questions, always eager to learn more.

By nine o'clock, Keith was eager to get fucked by everyone in the room. Who were we to deny the poor thing a heartfelt request like that?

Keith knew exactly what he wanted. Dave's big dick was to go up his ass, Keith eating Karl's ass, and me sucking Keith's dick. Karl was quick to note that my butt was in perfect position to be eaten, too. I smiled over my shoulder and raised my ass a little more. Karl ate me out as well as Keith was eating him. And Dave started getting Keith ready for his mighty sword with a hot rimming of his own.

"I gotta fuck that tight, white ass," Karl insisted after eating my butt for several minutes. "It's just too purdy to only eat!"

I wasn't about to be demure at a time like this. I rolled off Keith and on to my back. My legs were in the air in a heartbeat. "Grab a condom," I urged. "That fat 10" needs my deep ass!" Karl pulled two condoms from the end table and tossed one to his brother.

"Thanks, Bro'," Keith said. "Now, Dave, enough eatin'. Time for fuckin'!" Dave smiled and rolled on one of his big condoms. He aimed at Keith's open backdoor and pressed hard. Keith relaxed and let him in. "Fuck! That feels so big! And SO good!"

I was thinking exactly the same thing when Karl's big headed cock slid deeper into my eager, hungry hole. "Fuck me, Karl. Fuck me DEEP!"

"I can't go as deep as Dave does, but I'm gonna make you cum when I do," he promised. Rutting like animals, the foursome fucked and screwed and hammered tight buttholes. The bottoms had handsful of bootie, driving fat dick deeply into our needy butts. Dave was long- dicking Keith, making sure that each withdrawal and plunge hit Keith's savaged prostate. Keith's moans and whimpers became shouts as his climax hit him hard.

But, like me on Thursday night, he was too focused on getting fucked to jack his dick. Cum streamed from his convulsing cock, spraying himself and Dave in hot cream. His shouts of climax hit his twin hard. Karl had exercised incredible control until then. Now, he was bucking and fucking hard into me. Waves of climax washed over him, squirting warm cum into the protective condom. His fat dick felt good, but not good enough to make me cum, yet.

Dave was slamming Keith hard, getting as much pleasure as he could while Keith was shooting. With a final plunge, Dave came. "Fuck!" he shouted and buried his fat, long prick rapidly. His climax waned and he pulled out. He stripped off the condom, but Keith grabbed it.

"Does your cum taste as good as Karl's?" he asked the condom, then drained it. "YUM! Just as creamy and nutty. Love it!"

"Keith's such a cum pig!" Karl laughed. "Not that I'm far behind."

"Neither are we," I agreed, stripping off Karl's condom and draining it. I kissed Dave, sharing Karl's cum. "Delicious, don't you agree?"

"Oh, yeah," agreed Dave. "Lip smackin' good!"

As our king-size bed can't accommodate four big men, the twins slept down the hallway in one of the guestrooms. But, at the crack of dawn, they were back. This time, they wanted to get more cum orally and directly from the source. Keith and I paired off, leaving Dave and Karl of blow each other. We started off slowly, but were all so eager to drink a hot load of man cream, we only lasted a total of ten minutes.

We kissed, sharing the twin's cum and the twins shared our cum in a brotherly kiss. It was as tasty as it was the night before.

After showers, Dave fixed breakfast. During breakfast, Dave asked why they were in a condo, instead of a house. They smiled knowingly and Karl answered.

"We've been thinking about a house since I started working for Dr. Hartung. The condo fees are eating us alive. But, we haven't been sufficiently inspired to go looking. We aren't sure what part of town we want to live in, nor how much we can comfortably afford."

"You know this place is for sale," I pointed out. "The yard sign was pretty obvious when you drove up, wasn't it?"

"It was," Keith answered, "but we'd be `house poor' if we got something like this."

"Don't be so sure," Dave responded. "You have equity in your condo that could help with a big down payment. Sounds to me like you don't really know what you could afford."

"Our gay agent could help you with that, I'm sure," I added.

They looked at each other and shrugged. "Why not?" Karl said, getting Keith's nod. Dave handed him one of Scott's business cards that was on the kitchen counter.

"He's cute, low key, and very helpful," Dave suggested.

"It wouldn't hurt to ask, I suppose," Keith agreed.

"And I'm not trying to push you into this place," I cautioned. "It may not be the right neighborhood or the right house for you."

"Do you have a place picked out yet to move to?" Karl asked.

"We have a contingent purchase on a place in Laurelhurst," Dave answered. "We love it. And the neighbors sound great. We already know one of the gay couples there."

"That's way out of our league," Karl sighed. "We'd love it there, but way too much money for our petty cash salaries."

"You may find a smaller house in the general area that would be more your style," I allowed. They hesitated. "Give Scott a call. I'm sure you won't regret it."

"Can't hurt," Karl agreed. Keith nodded, again.

After working out at the gym (where we saw Esteban, the big dicked, short Cuban and Paolo, the shy Latino we'd bedded several months ago, together), we discussed what we should do about Sunday afternoon. Making ourselves scarce would be easy. We only had to decide where.

I suggested we call Robert and Gary, or Steve and Brad, or the coaches. He said it was time to visit his parents, maybe convince his mom to invite us for dinner. But, before we could decide, his dad called inviting us over for dinner about 1:00 Sunday afternoon. Also invited were Opal's sister and her husband, and their son, Cousin Roger, and Jim. We immediately accepted, as we needed to catch up on what Roger and Jim were up to.

Sunday morning, we hit the gym about 11. Although we got propositioned by a couple of guys, we thought we'd better save it for Roger and Jim. Knowing how randy they are, we'd be getting it on with them later in the afternoon or evening.

After a delicious dinner, we adjourned to the living room and watched football with Dave's dad and uncle, and Roger and Jim. Opal and Ernestine had family matters to catch up on and weren't the least bit interested in the playoff games. The truth be told, I wasn't all that interested, either. That is, until I saw a couple of hunks on the sidelines with their helmets off.

The network had the good manners to feature one of them in a short clip. It concerned how hard he practiced, how fast he was for a big, white boy, and what a star this rookie was becoming. I whispered to Dave, "Remind me to ask the coaches about this one. WOOF!" Dave smiled and nodded. He agreed with me.

When the game was over (and I don't know who won, nor do I care as neither team was one of my favorites), we had dessert and left. But, Roger had talked to Dave at some point during the afternoon, convincing him that we needed to go home with them. Jim had whispered the same thing to me.

Roger and Jim lived together, now that Jim had graduated. Their modest apartment was roomy, but spartan. They'd been together for less than a year, leaving them with few items of furniture. "We're saving our pennies for a condo or house," Roger apologized. "We should have enough for a down payment soon."

"You have an agent to work with yet?" Dave asked.

"No, we aren't that far along," Roger replied.

"Talk to an agent," Dave instructed like an older brother. "There are some great programs for first-time buyers that will get you some good interest rates and low downs," he added.

Jim and Roger looked at each other in surprise. "I didn't know that," Jim said. "Can you recommend someone who knows about those programs?"

"I'm sure Scott knows about them; or if he doesn't, he'll find out for you," Dave suggested. "He's the guy who found our new place in Laurelhurst for us."

"That's way out of our price range," Roger corrected. Jim nodded in agreement.

"That may be," I agreed. "But, he knows of other neighborhoods that'll be in your range. And he'll give you a chance to think about whether you want a condo or house."

"I want a house," Jim said firmly. "Condos just have increasing condo fees that eat you alive."

"I have a more open mind about the subject," Roger laughed. "But, I may not get the chance. Once this little number decides something, he hardly ever changes his mind."

"Here's his phone number," Dave said, handing Roger one of Scott's business cards. It was looking like Dave had become Scott's business pimp. "Call him?"

"Okay," Roger agreed. "But, I believe we have something else in mind right now," he grinned.

They led us into the single bedroom with a king-size bed in it (taking up nearly all the floor space). It was clear from the beginning that Jim wanted Dave and I wanted Roger. No one objected. Roger was so much like Dave: 11" cock, 6'3" tall, hot body, and moustache. Even though his dick wasn't as thick as Dave's, I knew I was in for a hot fuck.

Jim, of course, was looking forward to having his butt stretched by an equally long, but thicker cock to his lover, Roger. His face was in the pillow and his ass in the air. Dave smiled down at him, rolled on one of the large condoms that Roger uses, and slid easily up Jim's eager ass. The extra thickness didn't bother Jim at all. He groaned with pleasure as Dave pressed ever deeper.

Roger mounted me with similar ease. Although he was less muscled and had a skinnier dick, Roger was as handsome as his first cousin, Dave. If I didn't already have Dave, I'd have given Jim competition. Jim's furry chest was like mine, but I had a more muscled physique. Roger seemed to like that a lot. Either that or the milking action my ass muscles were doing on his hard dick. In less than three minutes, Roger was hammering my hole, yelling out his climax. He jetted out a jerking load that I could feel blasting into me. Roger pulled off the condom and emptied it into Jim's mouth.

I moved behind Dave and started to eat out his ass. Roger dipped his still dribbling dick into Jim's mouth, then began sucking Jim's cock. The combination of Dave's big cock and Roger's oral skills thrust Jim speedily over the edge. Roger's throat swallowed twice as Jim gargled out his last waves of climax.

But, neither Dave nor I had cum. We didn't really care that we hadn't. We'd entertained our hosts, causing them pleasure. That was enough for us. Besides, we enjoyed our version of lovemaking more with each other than coupling with other men. They tried to convince us to fuck them again or let them suck us off, but we declined. We needed to get home anyway to see what success there may have been with Scott's open house.

Arriving home, there was a note from Scott urging us to call him immediately. Dave dialed the number while I hung our jackets.

Dave smiled. "You're welcome, Scott," he said. "And we suggested to my cousin and his boyfriend that they contact you as well." He paused. "So, how'd the open house go? Uh huh, yes, good! Thanks, Scott. I'll tell Mike. Night."

"So," I asked anxiously, "How'd it go?"

"He thanked us for setting him up with the twins," he began.

"That wasn't the question," I grinned, knowing he was putting me off deliberately.

"Big success," Dave smiled. "We can expect at least two offers in a couple of days!"

"YES!" I exulted in a Tiger Woods gesture.

The phone rang. Dave picked it up. He grinned broadly. "Hi, Joe! Great to hear from ya." He paused listening. "Yeah, sure, we still expect you to be here. When will you be arriving, what flight?" He scribbled down the information. "And Joe, we have such a deal for you." Dave described Junior to him, then added, "But, you'll have to go through us to get to him. Junior won't be in town until late Sunday. As you'll be getting here Friday night, you'll have to put up with us fuckin' your hot ass." Dave laughed at Joe's response. "Count on it, Hunk!" With only a few more words of idle chatter, Dave hung up.

"Our next weekend guest," I smiled. "I'd nearly forgotten about Joe in all the commotion about the new house. It'll be great to see him again. I know I'm gonna love pounding that ass of his again."

"That's what he's looking forward to," Dave laughed. "Tag team fucking! Now, I should call Junior and tell him that his weekend is confirmed and find out when he'll be here." He called, but Junior wasn't in. Dave left a message, telling him about Joe's promised arrival, and asking when Junior would be in.

"If nothing else," I smirked, "we'll have Joe stretched out for that monster Texas Torpedo."

"I don't think Joe will be concerned about taking a big dick like Junior's. The man's a natural bottom and wants only the bigger things in life. You know the type."

"Yeah, but, he'll want more than just a big dick, if he wants a true relationship out of it. And," I pointed out, "there is the problem of geography."

"At least, he'll get a couple of hot fucks out of it. That's worth the trip. Besides seeing us, of course," he amended with a toothy grin.

Monday afternoon, Scott called me at the office. "Great news!" he nearly shouted. "We have three offers on the house. I'm only going to present one of them to you tonight. I told the other two that you had a better offer and they'd have to do better, or withdraw their proposal. That assumes that you and Dave are available this evening."

"Yeah, I'm sure we will. What time did you have in mind?"

"How about between 7:00 and 7:30? That'll give you a chance to unwind and have dinner."

"And get to the gym, too," I added.

"That, too."

At 7:10, Scott was presenting the offer with the agent representing the potential buyer. It was a full price offer, cash! We had 48 hours to accept or reject the offer. Scott had warned me not to jump on any offer that was presented, but to let it sit for a day (in case something else came along that was better). When the buying agent departed, Scott said, "Thanks for holding out. The other two prospective buyers came in at a couple thousand under full price. I know at least one of them really wants this place. They love the yard work that Dave has done." Dave beamed. "I wouldn't be surprised if one of them offers more than full price."

"Sounds like a bidding war. Is that legal?" I asked.

"Yes!" they both said.

As promised, Tuesday night, we had two more offers at $3,000 and $5,000 over asking price. Again, Scott had let the full price offerer know that other, higher bids were being submitted. So, he increased his bid to $10,000 over asking price. Again, we delayed. Wednesday brought another offer from the $5,000 over offerer. This time, they were willing to go $15,000 over. We were getting dizzy and giddy. At $20,000 over full price, plus reimbursing us for the cost of our move across town (as a "gift" for tax purposes), bidding ceased from other buyers. We signed with the original full price offerer for $20,000 over asking price, plus moving costs. "That landscaping really did the trick. I had no idea it would make that much of a difference. The `comps' just weren't there," Scott explained.

I was delighted. I had no idea we'd get that much out of the house. It gave us more to put in as a down payment and reduced our payments by $170 per month. We could always use the extra as "play money" or additional trips to Costco!

With that burden off my shoulders, I was eager to greet Joe at the airport and fuck his brains out the entire weekend, not having to worry about agents wanting to show the house at an "inconvenient" time.

We'd been so anxious about the sale that we'd not had sex for three days. Thursday night's signing was like a dam bursting. We fucked each other nearly to death, fucking and cumming three time each. We decided not to go to work Friday (because we hadn't gotten any sleep). We went out to breakfast (which included mimosas) to celebrate. After hitting the gym in mid-afternoon (and turning down a couple of hot men with promises of rain checks), we dashed home, tossed workout clothes in the laundry, checked the internet for the timeliness of Joe's flight, and headed out to the airport.

Joe's flight was a few minutes early. He had only carry-on baggage, so he was standing at the curb just as we were pulling up. We'd allowed some extra time, as rush hour was always unpredictable, but it hadn't been enough. Joe had been waiting only five minutes, though. We threw his bag in the trunk and left for home. He looked even more delicious than when we'd left him in Las Vegas. His wide shoulders and thick, furry chest showed off in his lightweight shirt. Joe's round, muscled, bubble butt looked better than ever.

He was laughing as he told us that one of the flight attendants had hit on him shortly after take-off, but the plane had been close to capacity, so he never got another chance to chat with her (not that he was interested). However, one of the other passengers was eager to fill that void. He'd gotten a phone number and name. Extracting it from his pocket, he said, "Ray Stocker" and a phone number.

"That's Robert's brother, Gary's honey," Dave said excitedly. "Big dude, about 6'7", he plays basketball, but looks like a fullback, big ol' dick, and a top, if I recall?"

"He did mention he was an athlete, but didn't go into any details," Joe said. "However, I know he's got a real THICK cock. I felt it through his tight pants! And again when we were getting baggage out of the overhead bins. His dick was planted right in my ass crack when I bent over to get my wheeled carry-on situated. Sounds like you know him."

"Only had the pleasure once, I think," Dave recalled. "Real thick cock, eh? He and your cousin Larry were fucking for a while, weren't they, Mike?"

"Yeah, they were. But, Larry can't keep `em. He's got a wandering eye for the next big dick," I admitted.

"So, the coast is clear for me, then!" Joe laughed.

"Excuse me, but I was under the impression that your `dance card' was full this weekend?" I interjected in mock petulance.

"It is, Mike," Joe smiled. "Full of your big dicks. This one's for future play," he added, waving the slip of paper with Ray's number on it. "You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this weekend. I need it BAD! I haven't had anyone since you guys were in Vegas. But, I'll need a shower first. Planes are always too hot for me."

"We just got back from the gym, so we're ready for you when you are," Dave grinned into the rearview mirror. "You know you're gonna get tag team fucked like we did at your apartment?"

"I'm counting on it," Joe retorted. After his shower, Joe bounced on to the bed on all fours. "Dave beneath me in a 69, Mike behind me, let's fuck!" And that we did. For the next hour, Dave and I traded places frequently. Eating Joe's ass, fucking him, sitting on his face, or sucking him off, we were busy. His broad, muscled back complemented his round, furry ass. His thick, hairy chest tapered to a very fat 7" Italian cock. With everyone cumming twice, we were ready for another shower and dinner.

Joe said he'd fix dinner, if we'd show him where everything was. "I'm an excellent Italian cook, if you like Italian food, that is," he bragged. We love it! And we had all the ingredients he needed. The chicken parmegiana and fresh lemon fettuccini (sent by a friend from San Diego who bought it at Assenti's Pasta on India Street) with a light alfredo sauce were incredible. It was almost as good as sex. Almost! A light chardonnay wine accompanied the meal.

We had to reward Joe for his exquisite cooking skills with another double round of fucking him. He sighed contentedly, snuggled into my chest (and Dave's big dick still in his ass), and drifted off to sleep. In the middle of the night, a thick 7" cock sliding into his ass awakened Dave. He moaned with pleasure at the pleasant stretching and furry chest on his back. For a moment, he thought I was fucking him, but I'm not as thick in the dick as Joe is.

Of course, I couldn't allow this duet to continue without it becoming a trio. I lubed up Joe's well-fucked bootie and plugged in. He was anxious for me to pound him hard as he did more backing into me than he did thrusting into Dave. Joe's unbelievably talented ass had me cumming in under a minute. His urgent hammering of Dave's ass ceased in less than another 20 seconds. Dave was contented to be the bottom of the dog pile.

But, when dawn broke, Dave was atop Joe again, giving as well as he took earlier. I was happy to sit on Joe's face while he lapped at my pucker and got fucked.

When we got up and hit the big shower in the bedroom, Joe reminded us of what he said in Las Vegas. "You sure you don't need a house boy or yard boy?" he laughed. "I could sure use the sex!" Although his offer (as last time) was a tempting one, we declined.

After breakfast, we took him on a tour of town, stopping at several points of interest (including the pointing out the gay bars), and making sure it included the new neighborhood we'd soon live in. Lastly, we stopped in front of the house we'd bought.

"Hmmm," considered Joe. "Like most of the established neighborhood, they've allowed the plantings to get too large for their setting. Several of those shrubs need to be pruned back severely or ripped out. You dudes have any ideas of what you want your yard to look like? Seasonal flowers, openness, that sort of thing?"

"Haven't even thought about it," I confirmed. "Have you Dave?"

"Not much. This isn't the season that much happens and nothing is blooming other than some confused rhodies or azaleas that were too close to Christmas lights. Of course, there is the occasional early camellia and snow drops like at the neighbors," Dave pointed out.

"Well, in my opinion," Joe continued, "that camellia and those arborvitae must go. They are strangling everything around them. They don't add a damned thing to the balance of the yard. And that gawd awful laurel hedge would be history in my yard. They're very high maintenance and smother everything nearby. But, it isn't my place, so I'd better keep my mouth shut."

"No! Please continue," I asked. "What do you think, Dave?"

"I hadn't thought anything about what I wanted the yard to eventually look like. But, now that Joe mentions it, the yard does need BIG help."

"So, invite me back," Joe smiled. "I'll measure things up, make some suggestions of what needs to be torn out or cut back and what should replace it. All nice stuff, mostly native, and LOW maintenance."

"My kinda yard," Dave agreed. "That's one of the reasons we liked this house. The footprint of the house on the lot is very large, leaving little yard to mess with."

"We could always knock on the door and ask if we could take some measurements now," I suggested.

"Ooh! Bad idea, Lover," Dave corrected. "Three fags arrive on her doorstep. Her husband's been fucking around with other guys. What do you think she'll say."

"Oh, yeah," I said sheepishly. "Forgot that little detail."

"Oh, I love a scandal," Joe chimed in. "DO tell me more!"

"Not a lot that we know," Dave said. "The boys down the street tell us that he was fuckin' around with another couple of gay boys who lived next door to him. As far as we know, she doesn't know who, just that he did."

"Quite the gay ghetto you've got going here," Joe laughed. "Peyton Place has nothin' on this street."

"While we're in the neighborhood, we should drop in on Gary and Robert," Dave suggested. "Let me call first to see if they're decent."

Joe laughed at that. "If they aren't, let's invite ourselves anyway. They hot?"

"Oh, fuck, YES!" I blurted out. "Gary's this hot college football player, gorgeous face and body, big dick, round fuckable ass. And his lover, Robert, is a pro football player. Big dude about 260 pound of muscle. And, delightfully enough, another black/white couple."

"The truth be told, they're both versatile, which doesn't do you a lot of good, Joe," Dave laughed, still waiting for a connection. "Hm. Doesn't seem to be anyone home." He broke the connection. "Probably fucking and didn't want to answer the phone."

"So, let's head back home, get our workout bags, and then do lunch," I suggested. Getting nods of agreement from Dave and Joe, we drove home.

At the gym, Joe used his Las Vegas membership to get into our gym. The trainer at the front desk checked him in (checking him out), then smiled at us. We knew that he'd have to check him out in the locker room as well. His timing was exceptional. Just as Joe removed his shorts, the trainer came in and asked which of the Las Vegas gym sites he liked the most for working out.

Joe smiled up at him. "There's a new one in a strip mall by my house. New equipment and friendly people convinced me to join there." The guy from the desk didn't hear the response as he was drooling over Joe's hot, daddy body. "This place is nearly as friendly, it seems," Joe smiled, bending over and nearly shoving his ass in the guy's face.

"Damn!" the trainer said under his breath, but loud enough for us to hear. "What a fuckin' hot ass!"

"That's what it likes best," Joe brazenly responded.

The trainer looked at him quizzically. "You're a bottom?!"

"Oh, yeah," Joe nearly moaned. "A big cock in my ass is better than anything."

"You into gettin' fucked in the sauna?" the trainer whispered. "Like, now?"

"Is it big enough to satisfy?"

"Eight inches and thick!"

Dave and I were taking this all in. They were hot for each other, that much was clear. And if Joe wanted to fuck instead of workout, that was okay with us. He looked over at us. I nodded. "Go for it," Dave smiled.

Joe pulled a condom and lube from his gym bag. "If we don't have an audience, you can fuck me as long as you can keep it hard," Joe grinned. He grabbed a towel and sauntered over to the sauna. The trainer ripped off his clothes and joined him in under a minute.

Twenty minutes later, Joe joined us in the weight room. "Nice cock and a great lay," Joe summarized in a stage whisper.

"Yeah, we know," I smiled back. "We've enjoyed him before."

"Incredible body, and knows how to keep fuckin' without cumming," Joe added. "If it hadn't been so damned hot in there, we'd have kept at it longer. And the probability that we'd get interrupted was weighing on us, too," he sighed.

"Why not get his number and fuck with him later?" Dave asked.

"You wouldn't mind?" Joe smiled lasciviously.

"This is your holiday, Joe," Dave said. "You can fuck with whomever you wish. We've already had a great time in bed with you, so it isn't like you've ignored us. The only thing you have to do is be back at the house by Sunday noon, so you can get acquainted with that 12" Texas Torpedo."

Joe grinned. "Wouldn't miss that monster cock for anything." He sprinted over to the front desk and talked to the trainer for a few minutes. He returned with a big smile. "He's off in another hour and has plans on fucking me all night long," he crowed. "But, I still think it's tacky of me to dump you two hunks for this hot number."

"Joe," I said, "you're single, we aren't. You're the one looking for a man to fuck you senseless on a regular basis. That can't be with us. We're taken."

"Still," he paused, "it doesn't seem right to not be dancin' with the boys that brought me."

"New meat in a new town, Joe," Dave said. "You need to take advantage of that."

We worked out for another 30 minutes, spotting Joe on his weightlifting when asked. Several of our friends asked us if we knew Joe and how could they get to know him (horizontally). They were all bottoms, so we politely told them that his visit was a short one and he was already very busy. But, we'd let him know of their interest. They were unhappy about that, but understood (after a fashion). Joe didn't help matters with his lecherous looks in their direction. But, after we mentioned their preferences, his interest waned.

With about 20 minutes to go before the trainer was off duty, the coaches joined us. Immediately, they wanted to know all about Joe. Introductions were made, but I warned them that Joe was already "busy" today and most (if not all of tomorrow).

Joe solved that problem. "How about now?" he grinned. "We have almost 20 minutes before Trevor gets off work."

They jumped at the chance. However, the best-laid plans don't necessarily get Joe laid. The sauna was busy. A couple of straight guys were talking about the playoffs on Sunday, and tried to engage the coaches in their discussion. They were polite, but not interested in their conversation. The showers were too busy as was the locker room, so nothing seemed to be working. Exasperated, they finally left the sauna. In the showers, they copped a few feels, but didn't get any hard cocks in Joe's eager ass.

Trevor found Joe in the showers with the coaches. "Thought I might find you in here with these perverts," Trevor whispered. "Can't trust these guys an inch," he grinned. "Get your butt outta there, Joe. It's mine for the rest of the day." He tossed Joe his towel. "My dick may not be as big, but I'm better in bed."

"Says you!" Randy laughed.

"Joe's not comparison shopping today," the trainer responded. "Prey on some other newbie." He whisked him out of the showers and stood with him at Joe's locker. Trevor wanted him BAD! With a smile and a jaunty wave, Joe left with Trevor.

"Just be back by noon tomorrow," I called after them.

We joined the coaches in the showers. "One hot man," Chuck said. "You sure he's a bottom?"

"Oh, yeah," I laughed. "Love's ridin' dick!"

"He knows how to be a top, but knows what he likes, too," Dave added. "You'll just have to settle for us."

"We're always up for that," Randy agreed. "But, we'll have to make it fast. We have a coaches meeting in 30 minutes."

"Is the sauna free?" I asked.

"It wasn't a moment ago. A couple of breeders were talking up the games this weekend," Randy sighed. "So, you know now that we didn't connect with Joe."

"Just as well," Dave said. "He's gonna bottom for Trevor for the rest of the day. And I know Trevor's one hot top with a lot of staying power."

"By the way," I interjected, "Dave tells me that the team is looking for a new strength coach." They nodded. "When are the interviews and how widely are the casting the net?"

Randy looked at Chuck. "Uh, I think it's open now to anyone wanting to apply. You have someone in mind?"

"A guy from Las Vegas. He's one of the security guards at the Bellagio Art Gallery. He has a degree in art history and is an awesome bodybuilder. I know he holds several titles in his class," I added hopefully.

"I really don't know what they're grading on," Chuck said. "Strength coaches you don't find by canvassing the local college graduates with a degree in that."

"But, I'm sure they'll be looking for someone with some training and understanding of physiology," Randy added.

"Gene's a hot number," Dave revealed. "He's about 6'7", big cock, and loves to get fucked. He's a huge man."

"We'll interview him!" Chuck lustily agreed.

"The kind of position you have in mind doesn't pay well," Dave laughed. "He's coming up for a visit in mid-February. Will that be too late?"

The coaches looked at each other and shrugged. "Beats me," Randy said. "But, we'll be sure to ask how long the recruiting will be open today at the coaches meeting. As far as I know, there's no `hero' lined up for the job."

"Give us a call, so we can call Gene. I think this may be right up his alley," I asked. "And any hints on what they're looking for would be helpful, too."

"Okay," Chuck agreed. "But, in the meanwhile, I see that our friends have vacated the sauna. How about a hot ride on my ass?"

Randy nodded. "I need a fat dick in my ass, too. Mike?"

"You know me," I grinned, grabbing his ass. "I never turn down a hot, round, black ass when it's offered."

"I guess that means I'll have to pump your furry butt, Chuck," Dave concluded, patting Chuck's ass and slipped a couple of fingers down Chuck's ass trench. "But, you know how I get. Gotta eat it first."

"Yeah," Randy agreed. "That's what I need, too."

The coaches moved into the sauna, climbing to the second tier of benches, and bending at the waist. They looked over their shoulders and grinned. "Dinner!" Randy chortled.

"Eat me, Big Man!" Chuck urged. "You gotta get that tongue deep, so you can fuck me REAL deep!"

"And don't be too long munchin' on my ass, Boy," Randy murmured, handing me a condom. "I need a good fuckin'."

I licked and chewed on his ass, getting Randy so hot for cock that I knew I wouldn't need any lube. His big football player ass would suck me right in. I rolled on the condom and aimed at his butthole. Pressing my fat dickhead against the opening, I leaned over his back. "This what you have in mind, Coach?" I snarled. My cock shot forward, spearing him with all but the last inch of my 9" impaler. Randy tried vainly to get away from the hard shaft in his tight ass. I stayed with him, then ground in the last thick inch. "Fuckin' HOT hole, Randy!" I breathed in his ear.

"Fuck, Boy! You sure knew what I needed," Randy said grasping my buried cock with his talented chute. "Now, fuck the shit outta me. I gotta nut something terrific! I haven't cum since yesterday."

"You heard the man, Dave. Fuck it!" Chuck agreed, directing his need to Dave who was still rolling on the oversized condom. "My hole's open and ready for business. THIS business!" he insisted, grabbing Dave's lubed condom, and cramming it up his ass. "Shit! That monster's big!" he added as more of Dave's 11" black pipe rocket up his eager butt. Although he was used to Randy's 13", getting 11" of dick all at once is still a shocker.

I pulled off Randy's back and leaned over to kiss Dave. "Let's fuck these pansy asses like they've never been fucked before," I brutally suggested. "You know they'll love it."

"Like this, you mean?" Dave agreed in the same tone. He shoved the rest of his 11" spike inside Chuck and ground it in.

"Oh, FUCK! That feels so GOOD!" Chuck said in a hush. "Fuck me, Dave! Hammer that hole!" he added, stroking his hard dick, and backing more on to Dave's thick semen launcher.

"Fuck, YEAH!" Randy agreed as I harpooned him with fast, long strokes. "Feels fuckin' awesome. Your dick grow, Mike? It feels like a fuckin' pipe in there." He was flailing on his 13" scimitar, stringing precum everywhere. "Fuck me, Man! I'm gonna cum. Fuck the shit outta that black asshole! FUCK!"

I jackhammered his butt, trying to hit his prostate as hard and fast as I could. I wanted him to enjoy this climax as much as I knew I would. His ass chute squeezed hard, then again. He bellowed once, and beat off in a blur. Cum rocketed out of his horsedick and sprayed several feet of wooden bench.

My climax was still building, so I was fucking him hard and fast. I grabbed his solid hips with both hands and pulled him hard on to me again and again. This was going to be a big climax. Nearly everything on me tingled. In one huge rush, I started to cum.

I was so overwhelmed by my climax, I couldn't verbalize at all. I thrashed on Randy's back, bucking, fucking, ramming as hard and fast as I could into his eager hole. Randy's climax was hitting its peak as I began to unload into the condom. His body twisted and spasmed beneath me, almost like he was trying to dismount me. But, with one hand flogging his spitting cock and the other on my ass, urging me deeper and faster, I knew I was in the saddle for a great ride.

Dave and Chuck were having the same mating troubles. Dave had him in a bear hug, grinding his long dong deeply into the coach. Chuck was used to more inches, but not as brutal as Dave was doing it. He was totally out of control, breeding a favorite mare with his horsecock and thick dick honey. Dave's climax hit him so hard that he was squeezing the air out of Chuck's lungs with his bear hug. The lack of oxygen only made Chuck's climax hit him harder than ever.

First to squirt his baby sauce was Dave. His roar of climax was probably heard in the weight room. Chuck backed up hard on to Dave's piston, stroking rapidly his own fat dick. "Give me that cum, Man!" Chuck begged. "Breed that asshole!"

With a final jerk, I pulled out of Randy's ass. Randy rolled into a sitting position in front of me. Chuck's last squirt shot hard against the bench beneath him with a splat. Dave remained deeply rooted in Chuck's asshole, still spasming and muttering incoherently. His hips continued on automatic, fucking the coach beneath him.

Randy smiled. I followed his gaze. Three men were standing outside the glass sauna door, whipping the last shots of cum against the door glass. Creamy cum ran downwards in several places where they'd shot hard and frequently against the hot surface. Randy applauded lightly. The men outside smiled back and applauded back.

I was mortified. This wasn't meant to be a public exhibition. However, considering the reputation of the coaches (and what ours were rapidly becoming), I shouldn't have expected less. And with Dave's climax bellow, I should have been surprised that we hadn't attracted a larger crowd. This would be talked about for days by other denizens of the gym and sauna.

Dave looked over his shoulder to follow our stares. He immediately pulled out of Chuck's ass. The stretched condom was full of white cream. Dave's massive dick throbbed and waved at the audience. I could see them mouth, "Damn or fuck!" staring at his 11" monster. Dave could only smile sheepishly and wave back at them. He stripped off the condom, opened the door, and passed it to them.

One of them grabbed it and upended the condom, drinking deeply. Another came inside and went down on Dave, getting more drops of cum and cleaning his cock to the root. He was an obviously talented cocksucker. The third guy only smiled at us and hit the showers. The cocksucker was keeping Dave's dick deep in his throat, avoiding the sensitive head, but licking and sucking on the root as much as he could before having to pull off to take a breath.

"Hot, fuckin' dick, Man," he finally said. "You need this beauty deep-throated to an awesome climax, I'm your man," he bragged.

Dave could only smile. "I'll keep it in mind." The guy wasn't half bad. He was about 40, a good body, thinning hair, a nice ass and a decent sized dick. From the amount of cum running down the door, it looked like he came a lot, too. I'd have to remember him.

"And the same goes for the rest of you," the guy added. We nodded our thanks and he left.

"Well, we seem to have made a spectacle of ourselves," Dave sighed.

"I'm surprised the whole gym wasn't watching the way you bellowed out your cum, Dave," Chuck laughed.

Dave darkened with embarrassment. "I sorta forgot myself. A lesson learned," he added.

"I didn't mind," Randy said. "It just might get us more bed partners, ya know. We aren't exactly the poster boys for bottoms."

"True enough," I agreed. "Any one of those three guys could be fun in bed."

"Water under the bridge," Dave sighed. "Nothing to be done about it now."

We left the sauna and showered. The coaches promised again to find out what was going on with the strength coach recruiting, and call us.

Dave drove us home and we made lunch. While it was being prepared, we talked over which moving company to get to move us, and about taking time off to make sure it got done right. I knew of a gay moving company in town that did good work (from what I'd heard), so I called them. They were closed on the weekend, but would call us back. I left a number and hung up.

A blinking light on the answering machine caught my attention. Junior had called to confirm his flight time and that we'd be picking him up. If there was a problem, we were to call him at a number he gave us. As there wasn't a problem (except for Joe getting back on time), I didn't call him back.

Later, in the evening, Randy called. "Thanks for the awesome fuck, Mike," he began. "I haven't been fucked that good in a long time."

"It felt good to me, too," I laughed. "And you had that look today that told me you needed to be fucked really hard."

"You read me well. I was over-the-edge on need," he affirmed. "Dave okay?"

"Oh, yeah. He'll be fine. He still has issues of airing his laundry in front of everyone. But, I think he'll be a little more careful in the future on where he does it."

"That'd be a shame if he stopped fucking at the gym," Randy sighed. "That's fun there. And most of the management and trainers are gay, too."

"I think he's okay with that, just not okay with an audience. I think he wants to post a guard or something like that."

Randy laughed. "Well, he is right in a way. We could have all been kicked out if the wrong guys had found us fucking in there. Like those two breeders that were in there before us. I'm sure they'd have turned us in. And the club would have to do something about it, like toss our collective butts out," he warned.

"I'll mention it to Dave, just so we're all singing from the same page," I promised. "By the way, what news on the strength coach?"

"Oh, yeah. That's the reason I called," Randy laughed. "The recruitment is still going on. They don't expect to have interviews until well into February, if not March. A final decision isn't expected until May or so."

"Okay, that works," I mused. "What about buzz words they're looking for on the resumes or applications?"

"They're taking resumes," Randy revealed. "Have him include his classes, competitions, coaching or training of others, and where he placed in the competitions, too. That impresses some of the guys who are looking for a special kinda coach. And as we said, they'll want to see coursework in physiology or sports medicine."

"Still no `heroes'?" I asked.

"None that they mentioned."

"Okay, I'll call Gene and tell him."

I told Dave of my conversation with Randy about the sauna. He was still contrite about it, but repeated, "A lesson learned. We'll be far more careful in the future."

Gene was delighted to hear about the strength coach position opening with the team. That was just the sorta job he was looking for. He'd been a trainer for a year at one of the local gyms in Las Vegas and has had private clients off and on since. He'd also been taking refresher courses in sports medicine at the local college at night. These supplemented the course work he had in college as a minor to go with his art history major. His professors thought it was an odd combination, but given his incredible body, they completely understood.

The following morning, Dave molested me in the shower. That's kinda like raping the willing. It's more accurate to say that I sucked his dick until I got it hard, then backed up on it. I was so hot to be fucked that I just held on to his butt, as he buried his 11" hammer deep inside me. He fucked hot, creamy cum into my asshole, making me squirt my load on to the shower floor. We both needed the release and the reclaiming.

Poor Joe came back totally fucked out. He arrived in time for breakfast (which he wolfed down), but was exhausted. They'd fucked all night long, only napping for 15 to 20 minutes at a time before going at it again. He desperately needed a long nap before Junior arrived. As Junior's plane wasn't due until 5:30, we let him sleep.

Will Joe be able to take on that foot-long Texas Trout after Trevor's all nighter? They gonna cool it at the gym? What do you think? NOT!! Comments to gymhunk@msn.com