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Chapter 47-A Hot Week

Dave and I enjoyed a quiet weekend together. Our lovemaking was unhurried. There were no deadlines, no appointments, no one to entertain, except each other. It was wonderful getting reacquainted again. Our bonds became tighter than ever.

The sex was incredible. It lasted and lasted. The candlelight dinners were romantic. We fucked each other four times each day, hitting nearly every room in the house, including fucking Dave on the dining room table after he shot a load of cream into the salad for salad dressing. The taste of cum always makes me hot, so he got fucked after I tasted it. And my load up his ass forced another of his loads down my throat. I could get used to that.

The walks in the rain were even fun. We didn't mind the weather at all. We had each other. The purchase of a house together seemed to have made us even more of a couple than before. But, all good things must come to an end. But, for two delicious days, we were in our own world.

Monday, the mover called with the estimate. I passed it on to Scott, who relayed it to our buyer. They approved the amount.

That evening, I recalled something that Dave had said to Junior on the plane that had been in the back of my head to ask him about. "Remember when Junior asked us how long we'd been together?" Dave nodded. "I've been trying to figure out how you arrived at March as when we started."

"It isn't like we have a marriage certificate to fix the date," he answered. I had to agree there. "So, I picked when we first really started talking to each other at the gym and I found you attractive."

"No shit? I thought I was the one making all the moves. And the way you tell the story of how I seduced you, I assumed it really was me," I laughed. "BITCH!"

"I was confused by my feelings about you. I didn't know what to think. I was married, but had this desire to be more than friends with you, Mike. When you made that bet with me, I knew this would be the true test. My obviously hard dick convinced more than you, Mike."

"I had no idea."

"You're amazingly sexy to me, Mike. That has to be obvious, even to you."

"Well, I know you think I'm pretty hot stuff, nearly as much as I think that about you. But, if I'm so sexy, how come I couldn't get a date until you came along?" I asked.

"You had dates, Mike. They just didn't go anywhere. Perhaps, you were looking too hard, or you seemed too hot for anyone to approach you. I can't really say. I wasn't there."

I couldn't really buy that. I was there at the time and I went through a very long dry spell of no fucks for weeks at a time, even though I'd hit the bars on Friday and Saturday nights. I was out there working the streets, but not getting any takers.

"Well, getting back to the point," I smiled, "I think we need to fix a date so we can celebrate anniversaries. I want to grow very old with you and be able to count the years."

"This is still new to me. What do other queers use as their anniversary date?" he asked.

"All over the place on that one. I know a couple who celebrates the first time they fucked. Another uses the day they moved in together. A third uses the day they met and fell in love. Any of those appeal to you?"

"I couldn't fix the date that I realized I had more than friendly feelings for you, so that's probably not a good one. The first time we had sex is kind of a tacky date to commemorate. And I wouldn't know whether to use the date of our bet or the first time I fucked you or you fucked me. I guess that leaves the day I moved in, or more accurately, got tossed out on my ass and you took me in."

"Okay. I'll take that one. So, what day was that? You remember?"

"Do I ever," he grinned. "May 10th"

"How do you remember it so well?"

"Kay threw me out on May 8th, the day after my birthday. I slept in the office May 9th. You invited me to spend the next night, and I never left. Hence, May 10th."

"I was so head over heels in love with you already by then, that we didn't celebrate my birthday on May 15th. All I could remember was that it was around my birthday when you moved in."

"And I felt so badly about that, Mike," Dave frowned. "I didn't know until a month later when your birthday was. I'll make it up to you this year."

"You needn't. Just having you is enough, my love."

"I'm gonna do it anyway."

"I shouldn't be the focus here, we should. Your birthday is like a week before mine and our anniversary is in the middle of it. We'll celebrate all of them at the same time with a real party!"

"You have my vote!"

"Let me amend that," I suggested. "Special events (like 40th, 50th, or special anniversary marks) should get their own special days."

"Fair enough," Dave agreed. Later in the evening, Dave said, "You know, we haven't seen Robocop and his boyfriend, Bob, in ages. You heard from them?"

"Not a syllable," I responded. "You sound like you wanna fuck with them, again!"

"Pretty obvious, aren't I," he laughed. "That milking ass of Bill's needs my dick again. And I know you wouldn't mind fucking that big fullback ass of Bob's either."

"Or being bottom for either one of them. Am I correct?"

"Well, they both have nice dicks that would fit in my ass real nicely," he allowed. "But, you still the Man!"

"Well, I'm not sure how open their relationship is. I'll call them and find out though," I suggested.

"Let me. I'm the one who brought it up."

"Okay."

And he did. But, to his disappointment, there was no answer. They could be out, or fucking. My money was on fucking. It was after 9 p.m. and they may fuck half the night away before they sleep. When Bill called Dave the next morning, Bill laughed at our bet. "Fucking!" Bill said. "And we'd love to come see you for a roll in the hay. How about tonight or Wednesday night?" Dave said that he'd check with me and call him back. I told him the calendar was clear as far as I knew.

Promptly at 7:00 p.m., they were at our front door, ready to shed their clothes and pair off. Bob made it abundantly clear that my ass was gonna get hammered (alas, poor me!) and Robocop knew that Dave's 11" monster was gonna be drenching a condom in his ass. With assignments made, both tops decided that our bottoms needed a healthy dose of tongue to butthole action. Because they were so good to us bottoms, we returned the favor by munching on their tight puckers until they couldn't stand it any longer.

"Ah, Fuck! That feels SO good," Bob told me as he pulled away from my wet butthole for an instant. "You sure know how to eat butt!" I pulled on his fat 10" cock and drilled deeper into his hungry black hole. "Gotta have it!" Bob concluded. He rolled us over, grabbed a condom, and sat on my fat 9" butt driller in one smooth motion. I pulled my legs apart quickly to avoid Bob's big fullback ass from crushing my nuts.

His butthole chewed and sucked on my hard rod. I could feel my dickhead stretching his deep channel like Robocop's big dick occasionally did. Bob slid his hot ass back and forth on the length of my dick, making sure his prostate was heavily hammered on each motion. When the big head on my dick hit his joy button, he moaned and stopped moving, pressing hard with his ass muscles to squeeze my fat head. He'd move again in the opposite direction a couple of inches and stop. Then repeat his actions to give his prostate maximum pleasure. His dick drooled precum in a continuous stream.

I reached for his hard 10" of thickly upward curving black bat. He slapped my hand away, but smiled. "I'll cum a gallon if you even look at it," he cautioned. I leaned forward and flicked the tip with my tongue, savoring his clear, sweet precum. He leaned back and slid more dick up his ass, pulling his overheated gun from my tongue. I leaned in harder and sucked in the head, paying particular attention to the nerve bundle beneath the swollen tip. "Aw, FUCK!" he shouted.

His butt raced over a spot in his ass about half way up my dick that had to be his prostate. It felt so good to him to have it scratched and get blown at the same time. In a torrent, he flooded my mouth, bucking hard into me, then back deeply on to my jerking dick. With his climax waves transferred hard to his ass chute, he pushed me into a climax I didn't think I was close to.

I bellowed and sucked around his dick head. With each hard breath, Bob blasted more cum into me as I refilled him with my cum. Harder and harder I fucked him, being rewarded with more of his hot dick cream. I grabbed his hips and speared my dick deeper into his ass, thrusting up as hard as my hips could rocket into his big football player asshole.

I swallowed cum, then again. Another wave of climax hit me, and I felt more cum squirt deep into the ass-protecting condom. My back arched as I buried my cock again. His dick slipped from my mouth and he sprayed my chest with another of his seemingly endless ropes of manjuice.

"Fuck ME!" I heard Dave plead next to me. Robocop had Dave's hips pulled hard into Robocop's groin, Dave's legs pressed hard into Dave's shoulders, and Robocop hammered at warp speed into Dave's eager, hungry asshole. Dave was pulling hard on the cop's big ass, trying to get the buff top to fuck him as hard and deep as the big cop's dick could go. Dave's chest was already swimming in his own baby sauce. Robocop was working hard to get to his own climax and deliver a hot load into a big man not unlike his own lover. Dave's butt squeezes on the cop's dick were undeniable.

Robocop came in a huge climax that stripped away his higher motor skills, leaving Bill with only fucking motion and his mouth yelling out his deep pleasure. "FUCK your tight ASS!" he roared. He thrust hard and deep into Dave, planting his thick, man cream in hot squirts into the condom.

"Fuck that ass, Robocop! Give me that cum DEEP in my ass, Man!" Dave urged still pulling the cop hard into his ass.

Bob pulled off my dick, stripped the condom off, and drank the contents. He licked his lips, then kissed me, sharing my load. His big ass spread, then gripped my still leaking, nearly hard cock. He continued kissing me, stroking my dick with his ass like he was munching on it. Bob turned around and sat on my face. "Eat your cum, Mike." I saw several pearly drops of my cream dripping from his ass cheeks and his hole. I eagerly stuck out my tongue and licked away the drops on his ass, then hungrily ate his black, butch hole. My cum and his hole tasted so good together that my dick started to get hard again.

I stroked his dick and licked up drops for the tip. He was still hard. "You think you can fuck me with that big dick, Bob?" I asked.

"I stay hard a long time after I cum. I know I can," he grinned.

Snaring another condom, I immediately sat on Bob's fat 10" cock. His was as thick as Dave's, and had a wicked curve to it that hit my prostate like lightning. My cock sprang up instantly and began leaking. His fat dickhead repeatedly hit my prostate hard as he fucked me in a steady rhythm. Knowing that I'd just cum, I was confident he couldn't fuck the cum out of me too quickly. But, it was feeling SO good.

Dave pulled himself up and stuck his dick in Bob's face while his butt was in mine. It had been wiped clean of lube, but I could never turn down the hot, black ass of my lover. My tongue snaked out and licked at the recently well-fucked hole. DAMN! That man tasted good!

"Suck my cock, Bob," Dave said. "Your tight-assed boyfriend needs to get fucked." Robocop loved the idea, moving to a doggie style position in front of Dave, so Dave's face could eat him out, preparing him for the fuck he wanted in the first place.

Bob loved the idea, too. He sucked Dave's big dick into his mouth, enjoying leftover cum that hadn't been stripped from Dave's 11" mahogany post. The toothsome cream gave Bob added incentive to keep his dick hard (as if my milking butthole weren't enough). And it did suddenly feel harder, the head thicker than before.

Dave moaned out his satisfaction. I wasn't sure if it were Robocop's asshole, Bob's oral skills, or me feasting on his hole, but Dave definitely liked being the center of sexual attention. The more I ate his ass, the deeper and thicker his cock went down Bob's throat, and the harder Bob's cock felt in my butt.

"This is so fuckin' good," I breathed around Dave's asscheeks. "I knew this would be fun, but I had no idea it'd be this HOT!" Dave wiggled his ass in my face, telling me to resume and go deeper with my tongue. He was enjoying this as much as I seemed to be.

"Gawd, that cock is huge, Dave!" Bob said as he pulled away from Dave's re-energized dick. "Bill's gonna love that big fucker up his ass."

That was the cue Bill needed. He pulled away from Dave, lifted him away from Bob and I, and rolled him on to his back. "You're gonna sink that big stud cock up my hole and fuck me to death, Man!" Robocop insisted. Bill's muscles bulged and his green eyes sparkled with lust as he sat slowly on the hastily condomed, upright, monster dick. "Oh, Fuck, YES!" he breathed through clenched teeth. "Fuckin' BIG cock in my ASS!"

Watching them mate inspired Bob and I to fuck even harder. He thrust up harder and deeper than I expected, but I still loved it. He wasn't quite as big as Dave, but it was still a huge dick. The big fullback grabbed my hips and pushed me down hard on his upward rushing, ramming post. He nearly shredded my prostate with each passage. That only made my dick bounce hard against his abs and smear precum. I continued to slowly stroke my dick as he long-dicked me. We were in perfect synchronicity.

Dave had rolled Bill on to his back, pressing Bill's big thighs hard into Bill's square, granite pecs. Bill's knees pressed higher into his shoulders, spreading his ass obscenely for Dave to fuck. Dave looked at that open hole, lay his enormous, swollen dickhead against it, and pushed. Robocop clamped down hard, but grabbed Dave's ass and pulled him deep inside. A breath of happy pleasure escaped Bill's lips. "Fuck that tight ass, Man! I want those black babies DEEP in me!"

"You heard the man," I smiled down at Bob as he rocketed again into me. "Give me those black babies DEEP in my ass!"

"I'm gonna fuck you so good that your dick will cream without touching yourself," he promised.

I released my stroked dick. "Prove it," I challenged.

He rolled me on to my back, not pulling out more than a couple of inches and pushed my legs into my chest. I opened up for him and welcomed that big, black hose into me. My hands got big handsful of fullback butt and held on. "Fuck me, Stud!"

For the next ten minutes, Bob and Dave fucked their respective partners with steady, purposeful jabs and thrusts. They recognized that both of their bottoms had shot off recently, but that their dicks were also hard. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Bob had found a magic spot that Dave often loved to work. I was gonna cream and not be able to stop myself. Bob's prediction was coming true.

My grasp on Bob's ass tightened. He smiled down at me. He knew he was winning. He fucked me harder, paying more attention to my prostate depth. He knew he had me. "FUCK!" I groaned and came in a huge splash from my dick to my face. A second stream hit my right nipple and creamed my neck. The third and fourth were weak, but my dick kept jerking. I'd run out of cum.

Bob kept slamming my ass until I was completely spent. He leaned over, licked up some of the cum I'd jetting out, and pulled out. He looked over at Dave, eyeing that round, black, pistoning ass. Bob was gonna cum again tonight, but not in my ass. Dave was the target.

Glad not to be fucked anymore, I cleaned up and watched as Bob's fat 10" black pole slid up Dave's lubed ass. Dave moaned in ecstasy. A big dick in his ass always got him close to the edge of a big climax. I decided I could help again. Moving to straddle Robocop, dangling my still dripping dick in his face, I wiggled my ass in Dave's face. He lapped and sniffed at my fucked hole as a fat 10" fullback cock was plowing his deep butt.

Dave was overwhelmed by sexual sensations. Howling out his climax into my ass, he alternated between ramming his 11" buttripper up Robocop's hungry, milking hole and pushing back hard into the big dick up his chute. Each time Dave's climax wave struck him, he drilled his tongue deep up my hole, licking me out with a vengeance. More and more cum poured into the condom in Robocop's hole. Bill took it all, sucking harder and harder on my dick. It felt good to me, but he couldn't do anything to revive my wilted weapon.

In a tortured, ragged breath, Bob fucked deeply into Dave and came, shouting, "FUCK!" repeatedly. He lay on Dave's back, completely out of muscle control. His spasming, 230 pounds pushed Dave deeply into Bill's ass as Bill's ass spread more for him. Bill's legs had been pushed farther into his shoulders, raising his ass off the bed and giving Dave a deeper target to fuck. I was pushed forward, pulling my dick from Bill's mouth. I rolled away, watching the threesome uncouple.

"DAMN! What a fuck," Dave declared.

"No shit!" Bill agreed rubbing his ass. "I haven't been fucked that hard by anyone else since Bill and I first got together. We hardly ever invite anyone into our bedroom. I'm glad you came and came and came," he laughed.

Bob nodded his head. "Fuckin' AWESOME!" he smiled.

I didn't need to add anything. They'd said it all.

Although it was only 8:30, we were fucked out. Robocop and Bob left by 9:00, so we put on gym shorts and watched a short television program. We talked more about the impending move and the hot fuck that we'd just enjoyed than watching the show. By 9:30, Dave was ready for bed. I told him I'd be upstairs as soon as I finished paying a couple of bills and locking up the house. He nodded sleepily and left. As I sat down at the desk to pay the bills, I heard the shower turn on. Dave was a clean freak, but it also helped relax him for sleep.

In another 15 minutes, I was in the shower, too. But, Dave had already finished and was brushing his teeth. I kissed him on the neck and patted his ass. Then, I kissed his ass, sliding my tongue into the deep crevice. He pulled away laughing. "Get your butt in the shower!" he ordered.

By the time I'd finished my shower and brushed my teeth, Dave was in bed, but not under the covers. The faint light from the street silhouetted his beautiful, round ass. His hips raised slightly, emphasizing the roundness of his chocolate hills. He flexed, enticing me toward the bed.

"You need to finish what you started," his low, sexy voice rumbled. "You know how much I love your tongue up my ass. And you'd better not stop there," he continued. "As much as I enjoyed Bill and Bob tonight, you're the only one who can truly ring my chimes. That's especially true after last weekend. I want you to repeat as much of that as you can," he begged.

I did the best I could to remember our most passionate lovemaking session of the weekend. Beginning with gentle kisses on his melon buns, I sniffed and licked my way through his ass canyon and around his deep hole. My fingers delicately traced the contours of his muscular thighs and butt cheeks as I licked and sucked on him. When my tongue finally found his pucker, he moaned with genuine pleasure. I pulled his cheeks apart and slipped more tongue inside. The more I drilled, the higher his hips pulled off the bed. By the time he was gasping with joy, he was on all fours, his butt obscenely elevated, spreading his ass cheeks with both hands, urgently pleading for me to eat his hole.

"Gotta fuck me, Mike!" he begged. I ignored him as I had on the weekend. I drilled and lapped harder at his backdoor. His eager hole opened for my tongue, allowing me to get to that magic depth we'd both enjoyed on the weekend. I didn't reach his prostate, of course, but I did get deep enough for him to flip over, grab me by the dick and shove it up his ass. My ardor for him pushed his knees into his shoulders, his dick trapped between us as I kissed him deeply. My hard, fat dick slid in a full 9". It jumped and kicked hard inside him when he began milking me.

The harder he kissed back, the faster my cock sped in and out of his asshole. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me in deeper. When I tried to pull out to long-dick him, he wouldn't allow it. He wanted me deeply inside him, rubbing his prostate and a special place inside him that only we knew about. It stimulated my sensitive dickhead to send urgent messages to my boiling nuts to squirt cum, and SOON!

The more Dave wanted me to grind my pole into him, the slower my pace became. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I knew that any speed would cause a sequencing flash flood of cum, rivaling biblical proportions. Dave broke our kiss several times, pleading with me to fuck him harder. His breathing was as labored as a puffing steam locomotive pulling heavy logs up a mountainside. My heavy log was loaded, swollen, and ready.

The trigger (which I wasn't sure I could wait longer for) tipped the scales. In one long exhale and groan, Dave's steely 11" black spike began to blast his heavy dick gravy between us. His first climax wave tightened his ass so much that it felt like his ass was going to bite off my dick. But, that extra degree of tightness coupled with the wave action through his ass channel, stroked me off deeply into his ass. In an enormously drenching flood of man cream, I shot deep and hard.

"FUCK!" we yelled in unison. Each climax wave pulled more words of sexual pleasure from us, but our enunciation was trashed. Both of us were out of control. Our bodies rode out the hard hits that only a delayed climax can produce. But, our thrusting hips and squirting dicks knew what to do.

With our jerking bodies back under our control, the climax echoes waned, then stopped. We looked at each other between kisses. The love in our eyes sparkled. Dave's big hands stayed on my ass, pressing me hard into his ass, asking me to continue fucking him until my dick shrank up too much to fuck him at all. I pushed his legs harder into his chest and kissed him again. I'd glued us together with his spent cum, but neither of us cared. Lovemaking wasn't always pristine, anyway.

My cock eventually fell out of his well-fucked hole. He sighed with disappointment, but profoundly pleasant memories of our recently concluded rutting. I rolled off of him, handing him a towel to clean up while I did the same. Dave rolled into me and kissed me again. His big hand roamed through my chest hair.

"You're the best fuck I've ever had, Mike," he murmured. "How can you get me so hot, then take me to an even higher level?"

"It's nothing I do," I assured him. "You're the one with all the moves. I'm just along for the ride."

"And some ride."

I patted his round, firm ass. "Anytime you need a repeat, I'm always up for it," I assured him.

He sucked on one of my furry nipples. "How about right now?" he asked looking me in the eye.

"If you can get it up, you can have it."

"I don't need to get fucked," he smiled. "Just get my hole munched. I doubt if my sore ass could take another fuck." Without asking (because he knew I'd agree), he jumped up and squatted over my face. As always, his butt tasted good. There was just the right amount of man-taste to it to get me interested. His hole relaxed and I drilled in. I could taste my cum as it slowly drained from his tight pucker. I licked deeper, but got nothing more. I'm not surprised, though. As hard as I fucked him and as deep as I was, my cum wouldn't drain for several days.

Thursday night, Mike called to confirm that we'd be picking him up from the airport when his flight from Las Vegas arrived Friday evening. Even though his flight was going to be late enough that we wouldn't have to worry about rush hour traffic, he persuaded us to meet him curbside like we had Joe. "I've only got carry-on, so there's no reason for you to have to pay for parking and waste all that time waiting for the plane to unload," he'd said.

We decided that we'd hit the gym right after work, postponing dinner until Mike got in. He probably wouldn't have had dinner yet, either.

Working out on Friday night was usually hassle-free, but not this one. It must have been the full moon, because the gym was as busy as you'd expect it to be on a Monday night. The aerobics class that Dave liked was nearly full. All of the elliptical walkers were taken, so I stretched and warmed up with sit-ups. As soon as one became available, I grabbed it. Friday's were supposed to be only aerobics for me, but I'd missed my "back" day, so I tacked that on to the end of my aerobic training on the walker. As I completed my last circuit, Dave's aerobics class finished.

The locker room was very busy. The showers were full and the sauna and steam rooms were full of randy men looking to get off before the weekend. As we had Mike to entertain, we avoided the latter rooms and only showered. As it was, Big John and Little John from the football team propositioned us. As soon as they went back to the sauna, Esteban walked in, waving his enormous dick at us. We had to tell him "no" as well. George (the bartender) asked us what our plans were for the weekend. When we told him we were entertaining an out-of-town guest, he wanted to know all about him. After I'd described him, George was hot to fuck with him. He pressed us to introduce them by taking Mike out to the bars tonight or Saturday night. We didn't promise anything, as we didn't know what Mike would want to do.

By 6:30, we were home, the gym clothes were in the washer, and Dave was on the Internet confirming Mike's arrival time. The plane would be early by ten minutes. We raced out the door, jumped into Dave's Beemer, and sped to the airport. There had been an accident on the way out of town, we'd heard, so we avoided the freeway and took surface streets. We arrived a few ticks before 7:00 p.m. Mike was just walking out of the terminal when we pulled into the loading area. Perfect timing. His dark good looks and his black Village People moustache turned many heads.

I greeted him with a hug, tossed his overnight bag in the trunk, and opened the front car door for him. I sat in the back. He leaned in and gave Dave a kiss, as chaste as the one he gave me. "I can't wait to get both of you in bed. I gotta get fucked!"

"Well," Dave laughed, "how about dinner?"

"After fucking," he grinned lustily. "I won't starve in the meanwhile, but I'm nearly faint from lack of sex. How about I give you a blowjob on the way home, Dave?"

"I'm DRIVING!" Dave protested. "Not in this traffic, anyway," he slightly relented. "We'll be home in twenty more minutes."

"If you were in the back seat, I'd start fucking you now," I offered. In little more than a couple of heartbeats, Mike had crawled between the front seats and was in the back with me. He pulled his pants down and mooned me. I leaned in and licked at his ass trench. Furry and dark, sweaty and tasty, just the way I like them. I munched on his butthole until we arrived. My dick was already out of my pants, ready to mount him. But, I didn't have a condom, so the brevity of the journey home saved us.

We pulled up our pants and joined a smiling Dave inside. Articles of clothing were strewn from the front door to the top of the stairs. Mike jumped on to the bed on all fours. "Mike, you fuck me while Dave and I 69. There's no way I'm gonna be able to take that black monster without lots of prep. But, I need lots of butt eating first. Your cock is a real big one to my cherry asshole, Mike."

"That sure isn't the way I remember it in Las Vegas," I smirked. "You took Dave pretty easily."

"Only after lots of preparation, Mike," he protested.

"Like you bent over after sucking on it to get it wet and then slid it up your ass like you were used to big ones," Dave corrected him.

"Well, ya see," Mike began, "uh, I have a regular fuck buddy who loves to hammer his 10" cock deep into my ass. But, I've not seen him for a week!"

"Like that'll make a difference," I smiled, pulling my face out of his well-eaten hole. "Hand me a condom, please, Dave. I think our `tight' friend here needs to be fucked."

Mike smiled over his shoulder at me. "That's more like it," he said.

"And get that wonderful big moustache back in my butt, Sonny," Dave said to Mike. "I love how it feels on my ass."

I pressed my fat dickhead against Mike's hot hole and shoved. He didn't miss a lick in Dave's ass. Evidently, his fuck buddy from Las Vegas was used to riding Mike's ass hard. Every inch slid in, fucking his hot channel, stretching it, then grinding in my last, thick inch into his butthole ring. I made my cock jerk inside him. Mike moaned and pushed back into me. "Fuck!" he muttered still feasting on Dave's hole. "Hammer that butthole, Man," he begged, then went back to his butt licking.

His hard muscled back flexed and twisted as he moved to hit an especially sensitive place deep in his ass. I long-dicked him to mangle his prostate, but he was already milking me. His technique was nearly as good as Robocop. This guy knew how to get fucked! No wonder Dave enjoyed him in Las Vegas and wanted him to visit us. He's VERY good!

In fact, he's too good. In less than a minute from the time I plugged in, Mike had ripped the cum from my boiling nuts. I'd even stopped long-dicking him, but that hadn't worked, either. His talented ass chute knew how to please a fat, long dick. "SHIT!" I exploded as more cum shot out of my dick into his hungry hole. I rammed and hammered him as hard as I could to gain the maximum pleasure from my climax. Mike continued to milk me. It was too much.

"Fuck!" I laughed as I pulled out. "Too sensitive, Mike. Geez!" I paused to catch my breath. "That big 10" cock in Las Vegas able to stay in the saddle for long?"

Mike looked around at me. "No, he doesn't ride very long, but he does ride often and cums a gallon each time. So, I'm happy with his performance. He's just not husband material."

Dave put on a condom and took my place. "He does have a pretty hot ass, doesn't he?" I nodded. "I didn't think I should spoil the surprise. Compares pretty well with Robocop, doesn't he?" I nodded again. "Milks the cum outta ya before ya can do anything about it. But, ya gotta try that big moustache on your ass. Feels awesome!"

And it did. Mike's moustache was so full and soft that it felt like a furry tongue was eating your hole. He was a certifiable expert at that. I moved under him and started sucking on his fat 8" dick. Mike had moved to my dick and was sucking out the last drops of cum, then returned to my ass for more munching.

Dave's big cock slid effortlessly inside Mike's already fucked hole. The black snake stretched his hole more than my cock had and was now going deeper, too. Mike sighed with pleasure and backed up deeper on to the prong in his butt. I kept licking at his drooling, fat cock, feeling it jerk in my mouth each time Dave hit Mike's prostate. Mike's muffled moaning increased in frequency as he ate me out. His entire body stiffened, then almost collapsed. A heavy shot of cum accompanied his jerking cock as it rocked his body. His shouts of climax were overwhelmed by Dave's frantic fucks into his ass. Mike's face pressed harder into my butt as Dave's pushed deeper into Mike's ass and cut loose again.

"Take it, Fucker!" Dave almost snarled. "Take my fuckin' LOAD!" Dave pulled hard on the hips he was pounding, ramming his 11" black spike completely into Mike's milking hole. Mike pulled away from my ass and bellowed out his climax, each shout louder than the last one, timed perfectly with new ropes of dick gravy splashing into my face.

I sucked and licked at his fat 8" semen launcher, relishing the sweet taste of his cum. I'd have to remember to ask him why it was so deliciously sweet and creamy. After his fifth blast of dick starch into me, his climax abated. Dave's butt splitter was still buried deeply, but wasn't jerking any more. He lay atop Mike's back and sighed. "Hot ass, Mike," he breathed. "Almost as good as the other Mike," he grinned at me.

"I could get used to that big fucker in my ass," Mike teased. "But, I don't see anyway of prying him away from you, Mike."

"You'd have to pry me off him, too, Mike," Dave said. "He's all the things that make me happy in a man. Too hot for words."

"Yeah," Mike relented. "He's some hot daddy, alright."

"It goes deeper than that," Dave corrected as he pulled out of Mike. "But, I'm sure you know that, too."

"Yeah, like the guy that I'm fuckin' with at home. Hot as hell, but just not husband material," Mike agreed taking a towel to clean up.

"What's the problem with him?" I asked.

"Lack of commitment to anything or anyone, fucks anything that moves, can't keep a job, enjoys his drink a little too much, but he's on helluva fuck!"

"So," I continued, "whatcha doin' about finding someone else?"

"Not much, I supposed," he allowed. "Just auditioning as frequently as I can with guys whom I think have potential."

"Well," Dave broke in, "what are you doin' with us, then?"

"I make exceptions for really hot couples like you guys. So fuckin' HOT! Besides," he smiled, "you might introduce me to some hot men here. I sure don't have anything holding me in Las Vegas."

"You want us to be your pimps?" I laughed.

"Sure!" he agreed lustily. "Just make them well-hung, employed, and mostly top!" he laughed.

"Well, we did have a conversation with your friend George at the gym just before we picked you up at the airport. He's a bartender at one of the local watering holes," I suggested.

"HOT man," Dave added. "Tall, good-lookin', hung, and employed."

"And he's a top almost all the time," I concluded the description.

"YUM! When do I meet him?"

"How about after dinner?" Dave proposed. "I assume they didn't feed you on the plane."

"What sounds good, Mike? I know you must have some kind of a special diet to have cum that tastes so good," I asked.

"I'm easy," Mike laughed. "But, you already know that!" We laughed at his double entendre. "I stay away from odd spices, strong drink, red meat, and fats to keep me from gaining weight. Otherwise, I'd have to say genetics."

"How about chicken and veggies over rice, then?" Dave offered.

"Sounds good to me," Mike agreed. "But, I don't wanna put you guys to any trouble."

"No trouble at all," I refuted. "That's an easy meal for us to prepare. And while we're making it, you can rattle through the wine fridge and pick out something to go with dinner."

"I'll call the bar and find out what time George'll be there," Dave added. "You wouldn't wanna miss this one, Mike. He's a keeper."

"Yeah, George and I had fling once, but we were both too much into being tops to make it work. He does enjoy being a bottom, but certainly less than half the time," I revealed.

"Sounds perfect!" Mike gushed. "I need a hot man who knows how to fuck and doesn't mind taking my fat baloney pony up his butt once in a while. And the added delight that he's tall helps a bunch, too. Those tall ones always make me quake." He smiled at a sudden thought. "Just because I'm curious, how big's his dick?"

"About 9"," I laughed. Another size queen to be reckoned with. "Fat and curved, too. And he's a great kisser." I thought about adding that George was finishing up his degree in business, but I decided that they needed something to talk about which would be news to Mike.

George had answered Dave's call to the bar, finding out that George would be there all night. It didn't sound promising for them to get together for sex, but at least they could meet and talk if George wasn't too busy.

Although, we had the right idea, the Pink Triangle was packed. George was too busy to do more than smile at Mike and offer brief snippets of conversation. When George got a 15-minute break, he grabbed Mike and dragged him upstairs. Both men returned with large, satisfied smiles.

"Gawd! What a fuck!" Mike beamed. "He had me cumming without even touching my dick!"

"Am I hearing wedding bells?" I asked laughing.

"Well, certainly a meaningful overnight relationship," he opined grinning.

"He taking you home for a longer ride?" Dave indelicately asked.

"That's the plan," Mike smiled. "He gets off at 1:00 a.m. The other bartender will be closing up."

"George knows where we live, so he can return you, hopefully not too damaged, by tomorrow afternoon?" I suggested.

"If not, I have your phone number," Mike grinned. "And thanks for showing me such a good time. This is an appalling breach of etiquette to go home with George instead of you guys."

"This is your time to howl," I allowed. "You do what you want. We have each other. Besides, you aren't gonna find a new husband hangin' around with us." Mike grinned and nodded. "See? You know I'm right." I leaned in and whispered into his ear over the loud music, "George is gonna love that big moustache chewing on his butthole. Get him to bottom for you. He's really good at it, even though he doesn't do it very often."

We knew we'd left him in good hands. George is a sweetheart and an accomplished top. Mike loved bottoming for hot, well-hung men. Being handsome, possessing a hairy chest, and sporting a very big, masculine moustache, he was probably going to be hit on by several other men in the bar before he and George hit the sheets at George's place. And that wasn't necessarily bad. Mike could use the additional entries in his "dance card" for hot sex. He did seem to enjoy it a lot.

Dave smiled at George and waved goodnight. George motioned him over to bar and whispered something in his ear. Dave nodded and smiled, then gave him a good night kiss.

"What was that about?" I asked as we left the bar.

"George wanted to thank us for bringing Mike by, and to tell us how much he was going to enjoy topping that milking ass again."

I laughed. "Yeah, George is gonna have a great time tonight."

And so did we. Dave wanted a leisurely 69 with me. He said he hadn't had many opportunities recently to swallow my hot cum loads. I was eager to fix that. He convinced me to be the guy on top, because he didn't want to force his big dick down my throat when he was fucking my face. The downside to his idea was that with me on top, I'd cum sooner. He promised to go slow on me.

But, as with most good plans, it didn't work. I've never been able to keep my face out of his ass when I was sucking his dick. This was no exception. And when Dave gets a good ass munching, he'll be begging for a big dick up his butt sooner rather than later. I tried my best to ignore his pleading, but we both wanted it, BADLY!

The look of unbridled pleasure crossed his face as my fat 9" inched inside. He looked up into my eyes as the heavily flanged cockhead tickled his prostate, and sighed contentedly. "This is so fuckin' GOOD, Mike. Only you know how to sharpen my horns." He pulled my hips harder into his upturned butt. "Make love to me again, Mike?"

I smiled down at him and slowly rocked in and out of him in long strokes. He loved how my fat cockhead rubbed hard against his prostate with each insertion and withdrawal. He sighed again, bliss glowing in his features. "Only you know how to fuck me, Mike. That's it," he added, "fuck my ass like that." I had no idea what he meant, so I kept doing what I was doing. I figured out (finally) that he meant for me to jerk my dick when I was deepest in his ass. It always did that anyway, as there was a special spot deep in his ass chute that made my cock jump.

"I'm afraid this isn't gonna be a very long ride, Sweetcheeks," I cautioned. "Your butt is so tight and you're so fuckin' gorgeous, I can't hold back much longer."

He smiled at me. "As long as you cum in my ass, I don't care how long it takes." He was lying to me. He knew that when I warned him of my impending climax, my dick would fire at any provocation. Dave milked my dick with his muscled channel softly. That delicate touch only made it more sensitive.

As much as I wanted to delay, I couldn't. With a strangled warning, I shot forward hard into his butt and unloaded. Dave held me hard into him, enjoying the jerking dick and frantic pistoning of his hungry butt. Over and over, I plunged into him, twitching and thrusting as best I could with the seeming lack of control that my climax had visited upon me.

When my control returned, I noted that Dave hadn't cum. I bent over and sucked the flared head into my mouth. He pushed me away. "I only need you inside me. I don't need to get off, now." He rolled to his side, making sure that my slowly shrinking cock was seated firmly between his tight, honey-chocolate buns. His left hand pulled at my left ass cheek to get me tightly pressed against him. "Just leave it in me, Mike. You always feel perfect in there."

Even though I knew it wouldn't last and my dick would fall out, I left it in, jerking it occasionally. I stroked his wide, hard chest with my left hand and played with the tight curls on his head. Kissing the back of his neck, I whispered, "I love you, Dave Carey." He moaned and smiled, turning his head. Then, he wiggled his ass against my hips. I raised my head and kissed him on his full lips. "I love you more than words can express," I choked out.

Dave looked slightly concerned, then smiled back at me. "I've always seen love in your eyes and your words, Mike. Now, I hear love in your voice, too." He stroked my jaw line, then wiped a rolling tear from one cheek. I grinned self-consciously at him. "I love you, Mike," he whispered. "You've made a new man of me. I'll never be able to thank you enough for that."

If I said anything more, I'd break down completely. I've never loved anyone like this! I'm not even this close to my parents, I thought. This man has me completely pussy whipped. And I like it!

Shit! My dick had shrunk up too much and had slipped out of his tight ass. Dave turned to face me. He kissed me lightly, then passionately. "Gawd! How I love you, Mike!" he breathed between kisses. His hard 11" cock pressed earnestly against my abs. He kissed my neck and chin, his body moving slowly down mine. When his hard cock was low against me, I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist. His throbbing monster left a trail of precum in my pubes, then centered itself beneath my heavy nuts.

"Show me again how much you love me," I murmured in his ear.

He leaned in and stretched, grabbing the lube from the drawer of the nightstand. The blunt head of his fat, black cock pressed hard against my opening. I munched and squeezed his cockhead with my hungry butthole, pressing down with my heels on his muscular, round butt. He smiled down at me. "Anxious, are we?"

"Needy," I whispered. "I need you deep inside me, stroking my joy button, probing me with your black magic wand."

He quickly applied lube to my grasping hole, then to his steely shaft and plum-size dickhead. "You make me so fuckin' horny, Mike," he breathed as the thick cockhead slid inside me. I pushed down with my heels and bowed my back to force several inches of shaft in. The butt stretcher inside me pulsed and throbbed. Dave's eyes were closed, enjoying the moment.

I looked into the handsome face above me. I pulled it down to mine and kissed him. More inches opened me up deeper. My hands pulled at him urgently. I wanted all of him inside me. His eyes opened, smiling. "Hungry for dick, aren't ya?" he smirked. "Like this?" The last inch ground his tight pubes into my tender, stretched hole. I groaned, grinding my ass back at him. The dickhead jerked again. Mine did, too.

Reaching beneath him, I stroked my finger against his asshole. He pushed hard into me again. My fingers strayed to his balls, but they'd disappeared into the base of his dick. He'd warned me that I made him horny. "Feels to me like you need a release," I suggested, pulling his face into me with one hand while the other hand played with his asshole. "Cum in my ass, Babe. I need your babies."

"Ah, shit!" he exploded. "Can't stop, Mike! Gonna fill your butt with my hot cum!" And so he did. His cock jerked and squirted hard into me. I felt the first two torrents rush into me. His butthole clenched around two of my fingers each time a climax wave crashed over him. He hammered and fucked my ass, going for maximum pleasure and penetration. I urged him on, telling him what a hot fuck he was and how much I wanted him to fuck me hard and deep.

"Fuck my ASS!" I begged repeatedly. Dave needed no urging. When he was this much into his climax, a more base instinct took over. He sowed his man seeds as deep and frequent as his big cock and bull balls could shoot his cum. I'd been impregnated with a large quantity of his baby gravy, just as I'd requested. Dave's fucking motion was stirring his ejected cum into a froth, deep in my ass. It didn't get better than this.

When his climax subsided to occasional spasms, he leaned in and kissed me tenderly. "You're the hottest fuck anywhere," he crooned. "I only wish I had more cum for you or could fuck and cum every five minutes."

I smiled. I appreciated the thought, but my asshole could never stand that kind of heavy fucking with Dave's massive weapon. Besides, I wanted some quality time in his butt, too. "You know how to say just what I want to hear," I praised him. "You're a hot fuck yourself."

He released my legs and pulled out. I looked disappointed. "I can't fuck as much as I'd like," he smiled. "Despite what you and I both want, I don't have it in me."

"Then, stick that big thing back in my ass and let it drain," I suggested rolling over and waving my tail at him. He aimed and plunged. Damn, that man was big. Even after cumming, it was still at least nine fat inches of dripping manmeat. He leaned into me, stretching his torso along my back.

He kissed me on the earlobe and asked, "This what you have in mind?" He knew it was. I'd told him often enough how much I enjoyed his big dick up my ass and his hard, muscled body stretched out along my back, weighing me down. I moaned with pleasure. He slowly stroked his shrinking butt rammer in and out of my happy, cream-filled hole. He kissed me again, muttering sweet phrases into my ear. I reached behind me and pulled him into me harder. Although he wouldn't stay hard inside me after cumming, I could enjoy it as long as it was at least semi-hard.

Dave rolled off my back when his dick was squeezed out by my well-fucked hole. I'd had enough fucking anyway, and his babies were telling me to hit the bathroom or make a mess. After aborting only a little cum and a lot of air, I rejoined him in bed. "I love the way you fuck me, Dave, especially when you shoot so high up my ass. At least, I don't lose your hot sperm so quickly that way."

"Same for you, Mike," he smiled, kissing me. "I like how your cum shoots so hard, so I can keep some of you with me for a long time."

We cuddled in for the night. His broad hand grazing through my chest hair, his head on my shoulder, his leaking black snake pressed against my leg. I fell asleep with my arm under his neck supporting him.

Changing Plans

By noon, we'd had three calls that changed our weekend and the next week's plans.

First, Scott Erskine (our real estate agent) told us that the house would be available a week early. We could start moving things in and close next week if we wanted to. Dave told him that we'd have to check with the moving company to see if they could accommodate the change, but we wouldn't know until Monday.

Second, Gene, the security guard/bodybuilder from Bellagio Casino in Las Vegas called to tell us that he had an interview scheduled with the football team here at the end of February and wondered if we'd mind postponing his visit until then. We assured him that it would work out better, as we were probably moving next week. After telling him all about the new place, we agreed that he'd call us as soon as he had a free minute from the two days of interviews.

And third, Mike called to say that he and George were getting along just great and hoped we wouldn't mind if he spent another day and night with him. As his travel bag was here, we offered to bring it over, but Mike said that he and George would be over later in the afternoon (if we were home). When they arrived, they were like a couple of moonstruck kids. Lust was a heavy ingredient, but they genuinely liked each other. They thanked us for introducing them, suggesting dinner out tonight. We agreed.

During dinner, we found out that Mike and George had been fucking like bunnies since they left the Pink Triangle last night. George even bragged on Mike's skills as a top. I asked how George had been convinced to bottom for Mike. "His face in my ass did it," George laughed. "That moustache of his really makes my butt happy, especially with his talented tongue workin' on my butthole. I'm not becoming a bottom, you understand, Mike. But, this Mike could convince me to do just about anything. His talents are amazing and his cum delicious. I could swallow his loads for hours. And that ass! Lord have mercy! He can suck the cum outta my dick better with his ass than most man can with their mouths."

"That's a ringing endorsement if I've ever heard one," Dave chuckled. "But, we're aware of some of his talents, you know."

"But," I added, "I'm sure he's reserved some of his special skills for you, George." Dave nodded. The lovebirds grinned.

We skipped dessert, as the "kids" were antsy to get back to fucking. We gave them Mike's overnight bag, extracting a promise from George that he'd get Mike to the airport on time. They were somewhat discrete about it, but Dave and I were probably the only ones in the restaurant who knew about their plan to fuck the night away. Arm in arm, giddy as newlyweds, they left immediately after paying the bill.

Dave and I hung around a few minutes to talk to the waiter that we'd fucked before. Antonio looked as delicious as ever, his beer can thick cock showed obscenely in his white pants. He was about to get off work, but told us that his new boyfriend was picking him up, soon. We were surprised and delighted when Chad strolled in and gave Antonio a peck on the cheek.

"Isn't it a small world?" Dave exclaimed. We'd only met Chad a couple of times at the gym, but knew he had a big cock. No doubt, Antonio did, too. Must be newlyweds, I concluded. They had the same silly look about them that George and Mike did. We congratulated them on their relationship and left.

"What would you like to do, tonight, White Bread? It seems we have a free evening, again," Dave observed. "I kinda like it."

"One thing for sure is looking over that list of what we need to move ourselves that the movers won't be handling."

"It can wait."

"You have something else on that evil mind of yours, don't ya?"

"Well, perhaps," Dave grinned.

"Enlighten me."

"Oh, let's see, how about if I sit on your face for a few hours."

"You won't be able to," I laughed. "I know how much you love to get fucked after someone eats that pretty ass of yours."

"Well.," he paused grinning.

"Yeah, as I suspected. But, I'm more than willing. You know what an easy lay I am. Wave that gorgeous ass in my face and I'll fuck it for sure." I pushed on his round, hard ass as he walked up the stairs in front of me to our bedroom. The granite cheeks beneath his pants moved gracefully. "I'm gonna fuck you so good!" I promised.

I slowly stripped him of his clothing, peeling off one article at a time, kissing the exposed skin, licking at any erogenous zones that might have been revealed. Dave moaned with anticipation, urging me to be quick about it. The more I dawdled, the more inpatient he became.

"Let me finish this before I explode," he insisted. He ripped off my clothes, tossing them in a heap nearby. We were both down to only undershorts. I pushed him down onto the bed. He landed on his back, legs elevated. Dave looked between his muscled thighs and winked at me. "Wanna fuck?" he asked demurely. He slipped his shorts over his round, chocolate mounds, his pucker hidden deeply in his ass trench.

"You are gonna get SO fucked!" I yelled, stripping off my shorts and landing atop him. He wrestled me around (easily), pushing my back on to the bed and sitting astride my face. He bent over, mooning me as his hot mouth descended over my tumescent throbber. My tongue found the mark and tasted butthole. I moaned with unbridled pleasure.

Dave's tongue danced along my fat dickhead, nearly causing me to cum in his mouth instead of his delicious ass. As much as he wanted to taste my sperm, he wanted to get fucked more. He backed off the head and paid more attention to my boiling nuts and throbbing shaft. Although my sensitive cockhead needed attention, I was unwilling to push Dave's face there. I feared I'd not get into his hungry butt before cumming. That would be a disaster for both of us.

But, Dave knew what he needed. As if a trip wire had been struck, he spun around and sat purposefully on my upright, slicked organ. His eyes were closed, drinking in the pleasurable sensation of having his buttcheeks split by his lover's thick, steely, dripping cock. He descended in one stroke to the root, then wiggled his tight ass to grind in my last, thick inch. I'd spread my legs to keep my nuts from being crushed. That gave me leverage for ramming my dick post deeper into him.

Dave's long dick waved in my face, slinging precum across my abs and chest and his muscular thighs. He leaned over and kissed me, rubbing his dick between us, and my dick deeply between his ass cheeks. The harder we kissed, the faster Dave fucked himself on my cock. I rocketed up to meet each of his thrusts back. The slap of hips to hard butt resounded in the bedroom like claps of thunder. I was fucking at warp speed and Dave was doing his best to keep me deep.

In a rush, I was climaxing. I had no idea I was that close to cumming, but Dave had kicked in his milking ass chute muscles and I was history. Thrusting hard into him, I came and came in deluges of hot sperm. His ass clamped down hard on my spurting cock, wanting to keep all my cum in him as well as keep my dick hard, and fucking him as long as possible.

As my climax subsided, I raised my shoulders off the bed, pushed his fat cockhead in my mouth, and sucked hard. He sat down hard on my nearly drained dick. Whether he was trying to escape my oral pleasures or emphasize his building climax with a hard strike against his prostate, I didn't know. But, it was clear to everyone within a square block, that Dave was cumming hard!

He bellowed out his climax, each squirt earning a loud "FUCK ME!" I swallowed and bucked hard into his munching hole. More sperm jetted into my mouth. Again, I swallowed. My tongue was working his dickhead hard. He pulled away giggling, impaling himself again on my still hard dick. Another squirt of his cum sailed out and hit me squarely on the chin. The next three shots dribbled out, hanging thickly from the tip of his awesome, black snake. I pulled on his hips, dragging him forward, and slurped up the straggling cum.

"Stop!" he laughed. "I can't stand it!" He pulled off my slowly shrinking dick and lay a safe distance away, catching his breath. "How can you fuck so good?" he asked smiling.

"Got a good partner," I replied.

We cleaned up, locked up the house, turned off lights, and went to bed. Of course, Dave fucked me with a vengeance before we arose Sunday morning. If we could live on fucking, I'd be willing to be bottom to his top all the time. Well, almost all the time.

Lots more to cum. There's a move, a couple of housewarmings, and more friends including Gene from Las Vegas. Oh, and baby news! Comments to gymhunk@msn.com