All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 48-The Move
Dave called Scott Erskine early on Monday to confirm that we could move into our new home as well as close escrow this week. I called the movers to see if they could move up the date of the move. Escrow would close Wednesday, so we could move Thursday. The moving company couldn't move us on the weekend, but did have a crew and truck available Thursday and Friday.
Scott also suggested a cleaning company for our new house as well as the one we were vacating. They usually did new homes, but as this was the dead of winter, they didn't mind picking up older homes that needed their services before the new families moved in. Their services included cleaning out all the cupboards and closets (washing down and polishing the surfaces), cleaning and polishing countertops and woodwork, cleaning carpets and drapes, cleaning and waxing tile and other non-carpet floors, washing down all the walls that could tolerate a wash (some wallpaper you didn't dare touch, let alone wash), polish all hardware like drawer pulls, bathroom and kitchen faucets, and clean all appliances (inside and out).
The price was certainly right. They'd start as soon as escrow closed and promised to be done that evening. Carpets and drapes were being cleaned, so we couldn't move in until near the end of the day Thursday anyway. They'd insisted that the cleaned carpets and drapes needed 24 hours to dry.
Through Scott, we let the new owners of our current house know that they could close escrow and take possession early if they wished. We also told them that we were having the house professionally cleaned after we left on Friday afternoon. They were so eager to move in that they insisted that they pay for the cleaning of their new home instead of us. We didn't protest very vigorously. Their escrow would close Monday, but we gave our permission to allow them to move in on Sunday.
Dave and I cleared our calendars for Wednesday through Tuesday of next week. Even though we were supposed to be moved in by Friday, getting the furniture situated just right, the boxes unpacked, clothes hung in the right closets, and dealing with curious friends and family who were sure to "drop by", we would require all the time we had set aside.
We cleaned out as much of the refrigerator as we could, by tossing out some items (which could be classified as "life forms") and consumed much of the rest. The latter was accomplished by inviting Randy and Chuck, Big John and Little John, and Steve and Brad for dinner on Monday. We told them it would be whatever was in the refrigerator and cupboards. But, we made a big dent in our larder, leaving only a few items to worry about during the move. The fresh fruit disappeared, the fresh meat was consumed, and opened jars of olives and pickles vanished. We had enough milk for our cereal Tuesday morning, but no more.
Brad and Steve offered to put us up for the night on Thursday as did Randy and Chuck, but we declined. We'd already decided that we were going to stay at a hotel. We didn't want to put anyone out by us crashing at their place, plus we wanted some private time to ourselves. Additionally, we had to be up early the next morning to start the unloading process and didn't want to inconvenience anyone else.
In the meantime, the six of them convinced us that we needed one last major fuckfest at the "old homestead." We good-naturedly agreed. We knew we'd invited the right men to suitably close out our former residence.
We fucked like rabbits for the rest of the evening. Big John, Little John, and Steve were tasked with bottom duties. They loved it. The other five of us alternated banging them relentlessly. However, Brad's enormous 14" cock spent time in everyone's ass. His dick is too monstrous to service only three men. I spent some happy time with him as top and bottom. So did Dave and Randy. Chuck topped the two John's and Steve, but also bottomed for Brad, Dave, and me.
Within 30 minutes of our eight-man fuck pile, everyone had squirted a load at least once. Steve got my load, Dave pumped his into Little John, Randy filled a condom in Big John's white ass (causing Big John to cum), Steve lost his load in Brad, Brad emptied his big nuts into Randy, Little John creamed his chest while Chuck hammered his fat cock into Little John's tight quarterback ass right after Dave had. Brad served up another load into his lover, Steve. And Randy pumped his second load into his lover, Chuck, while we all watched.
Randy and Chuck spent Tuesday night with us, getting fucked by both of us twice before we sent them off down the hall to the guest bedroom. They didn't have any coaching meetings until Wednesday afternoon and our closing appointment wasn't until 10:00 a.m. on Wednesday. We slept in, luxuriating in one last, slow fuck from the coaches. Randy dug a deep hole in my butt while Chuck spent time atop Dave.
After closing on Wednesday morning, Scott called the house cleaners, giving them the go-ahead for cleaning our new home. We spent the rest of the day notifying the post office to forward our mail as of Friday, canceling the newspaper at the old place, starting it at the new, packing up our computers (as we didn't trust anyone to not jostle them around no matter what they said). We also called everyone we could think of to tell them of our new address (although our phone number hadn't changed). The latter took more time than we thought it should, as everyone wanted to know all the details, extracting promises to be invited over to the new place soon. We scanned the list again for things we needed to do, but hadn't. The remaining items had to be done tomorrow or Friday (such as taking fresh food out of the refrigerator). Everything in the house would be out by Thursday night, loaded on to a truck (which would sit overnight in a secure lot at the moving company's location), awaiting delivery to our new address by 8:30 a.m. Friday morning.
So, that left us with two concerns. Where were we going to sleep on Thursday night, and where would we leave our refrigerator contents overnight? We'd been told that the freezer could be moved with contents and plugged into a power supply in the truck to keep the contents frozen. But, we had so many bottles of freezer jam in the freezer that we decided they'd be destroyed in the move. That left us asking Dave's dad and mom to help us out. They were happy to help. Opal even offered to help with the cleaning. We thanked her, but told her about the cleaning company who'd be doing it instead.
At their insistence, we boxed up the breakables from the freezer and moved them to Dave's parent's place on Wednesday, instead of Thursday. They had adequate room in their freezer to help us out. The remaining contents of our freezer could rattle around all they wished. Nothing would break.
The contents of the refrigerator were more problematic. We had shredded cheese in packages, two opened juice containers, condiments, etc. to deal with. Again, Opal came to our rescue. She assured us that she had lots of room. So, those items went over on Wednesday afternoon, too.
We knew the movers would be here no later than 8:30 Thursday morning, maybe sooner. In the morning, we'd let the mover's in, answer any last minute questions, then come back (and supervise) after we ate breakfast out.
Wednesday night, we watched a little television, fussed with some last minute items to take with us to the hotel, then stumbled off to bed. We showered, then made love for the next hour. After cumming twice deep in each other's hungry butts, we slept like stones. Only the clock radio turning on at 7:30 stirred us. We scrubbed off the lube and dried cum that hadn't stayed deep in our butts with our morning showers. Of course, another load got hammered into each other's eager ass in the shower. Dave wanted me to fuck him again before the movers came, but before I could climax the second time, the movers arrived. While he was letting them in, I stripped the beds and tossed the linen in the washing machine. Dave reminded me that the washer and dryer were staying, so I pulled the sheets out and tossed them into a box labeled "laundry room."
A good-looking guy in a tie and slacks was the supervisor of the crew. Doug introduced the crew of five and we shook hands all around. There were two women and three very beefy looking guys. Two of the men looked like power lifters. All of them had on weight belts or other back braces to assist with the heavy lifting. Doug said that he'd be labeling all the boxes, so we'd know where they came from. We could decide when we got to the new place where everything went. Then, he told us to get lost, while they did their thing. "You'll just be in the way," he remarked.
We left a few minutes later, noting that they started with the breakables in the china hutch, wrapping each piece individually, marking on the box even which shelf and side the item had come from. Doug smiled. "We want to be sure they are put back in the right place, right?"
We agreed.
This was going to be easier than I'd thought or hoped. They were even going to put things back where they belonged in the new house, whether it was crystal or china from the china hutch or soaps and cleaners from under the kitchen sink. They promised to be thorough. Dave and I appreciated their care in packing, and grinned at how they shooed us out the door, telling us again to get lost. "Come back in a couple of hours, if you must," Doug allowed.
After breakfast, we checked in with the movers. Several rooms had already been stripped of their contents. The large pieces of furniture were already on the truck along with many boxes already packed up from the dining room and kitchen. The beds and pictures hanging on the walls would be the last items to go in. My genealogy research files and books were out of the house, along with the rest of the books from the bookcases.
The televisions were next. But, the way they didn't strain to pick them up, I knew the power lifters were used to much heavier, older sets. The women weren't wrestling with the very heavy furniture, but were doing a credible job on the bulkier, lighter stuff. Within another two hours, they should be done, Doug observed. Their system of one person doing the packing and another doing the labeling and sealing of boxes was working well. The two power lifters were dealing with all the big stuff. It would take a little longer putting things in the new house as they had stairs to climb and two people to tell them where everything went.
We headed over to the new house, checking on the cleaning crew's work. They had finished the night before. "Everything's cleaned and polished to within an inch of its life," the crew chief had said. "But, no walking on the floors until Friday morning." So, we peered in the windows. It sure looked empty.
"I wonder if they'll be putting down traffic rugs for the movers?" Dave asked. "You know that in this climate at this time of year, they'll be tracking in a lot of mud and rain water." He called the moving supervisor who said it was standard procedure to use them, even in the summer. He'd be putting them down before the crew arrived tomorrow.
"Be sure to be at your new place a little before eight to let me in," he reminded us. "The crew will be saddlin' up at the lot at eight, and heading your way a few minutes later. They'll be here just about 8:30, which gives me enough time to spread out the runners. We'll start with stuff for the back of the house and upstairs first, and work our way forward, taking up the runners as furniture needs to be placed on or near them. That okay?"
We agreed that would be fine.
When we returned to the old place at 11:00 a.m., we checked with Doug into every nook and cranny in the house. The crew had packed up and removed everything. All the appliances were still in place, except for the freezer. That was supposed to be on the truck, so we locked the house, leaving for a final time. We looked back wistfully, but glad to be soon in our new digs. It had been my home for more than five years. But, I didn't regret moving to our new place. It was OURS!
We went furniture shopping in the afternoon to get some ideas for filling up the rooms we didn't have furniture for. Nothing much appealed to us, so we headed for the "gay ghetto" for a late lunch. Later in the evening, we watched television in our hotel suite, but I had the need to breed. And Dave was so keyed up that he couldn't watch television, either. So, we fucked and sucked and rimmed for the next two hours. The only part of it that I recall was when Dave mounted me doggie style and rode me into the bed until he came deep in my ass. Then, he didn't roll off, but kept fucking me. He knows what I like!
Our wake-up call was prompt at 6:30, so we could shower and dress, hit an early breakfast, and be at the new house before 8:00. We arrived at 7:50 to find Doug waiting for us. He'd only been there a couple of minutes and was just getting the runners hauled up to the porch. We assisted him in laying them out in the living and dining rooms, stairway to the second floor, and hallways. Additionally, Doug laid out a couple of doormats on the porch that were designed to be particularly absorbent. It looked like the weather would hold until a little after noon, when more rain was predicted.
I called Scott (leaving a message) to tell him we had the last set of keys to the old place. He was welcome to stop by later today to pick them up. I also told him to commend the cleaning crew. They did an outstanding job.
At 8:20, the truck arrived. The crew was all gay men, no women. The two new guys were buff and handsome. I wondered out loud where he'd recruited these yummy men. Doug said that he worked the gyms to find the best ones. They had to be strong AND they had to be gay. If they failed either criterion, they were ignored. He paid well, and they knew how to work fast. They were a cheerful group, so I assumed he was right.
He introduced the new ones, then set all of them about their tasks. We got good gay vibes from all of them. Yesterday, it was either the work to be done or the women hanging around that had held them back. Today, they were acting like they were at a party. Although they were constantly working, they chattered like magpies. Their appreciative glances and brazen posturing made it clear that we could have any or all of them for bed partners. Dave and I were not averse to fucking with any of them. They were all hot! Doug was our only holdout. He and his lover didn't fuck around. Too bad, we said, but respected his wishes.
I snagged one of the first boxes through the door. It was marked "laundry" in my handwriting. Those were the sheets from our bed, so I knew how "pecker tracked" they were. I dumped them directly into the washer, then waited for more laundry room boxes. But, they were dragging in more and more boxes and furniture for us to direct to their new places. One bed went upstairs, two stayed downstairs. They set them up, but Dave and I made them while directing traffic for the rest of the truckload. I finally got the laundry started.
At 10:15, they all took a rest break. They deserved it. They'd worked their tail feathers off. Two sat at the kitchen breakfast nook, two had sacked out in the guest bedroom, one was lying on the living room floor, and Doug was talking on the phone. Dave was in the kitchen with the two power lifters. So, I sat down next to the hunky redhead in the living room. I'd seen him at the gym, so I knew him slightly, but not as well as I thought Dave and I should.
The redhead had an engaging smile and a forthright manner. He shyly admitted that he had a real fixation about daddies, so he thought I was FINE! He'd never been with a black man, so he didn't know what to think about a hot number like Dave. He always thought we were unapproachable. We had so many friends that we'd talked to, he didn't feel like he could break into our conversations when he didn't know any of us. And when we were alone and he'd finally get up the courage to say something, then we'd start talking to someone else. It was a frustrating experience for him. And now that he was helping us move, he felt inhibited because of the hot guys on the crew.
I assured him that as hot as they were, Dave and I considered him to be in a special category of awesomely cute guys with good bodies. The rest had totally pumped bodies, but there is more to hot sex than muscles. He grinned shyly at that. I cut to the chase.
"You a top or bottom or versatile?" I asked.
"Well, versatile, but prefer top."
"Hung? Like `em hung?"
"Yeah, nearly 10" here and love big ones for sucking and fucking."
"Dave has 11". You think you can take that?"
"I've had 10" before and loved it, so 11" shouldn't be that much more difficult. What about you?" he inquired.
"I'm 9" and like big ones, too," I grinned.
He laughed. "What I really meant was how big have you taken?"
"Fourteen inches."
"FUCK! You gotta be shittin' me!"
"Nope. He's a porno star who has a boyfriend here in town. We've fucked with them a few times."
"No shit?"
"No shit."
"Damn! I just don't see how anyone could take 14"," he wondered.
"It ain't easy," I laughed. "But, he's a great guy and takes it really slow. Most guys can't take him, so you'd be in the minority if you did."
"You guys get it on at the gym?"
"We've had occasion to enjoy more than the heat in the sauna."
He laughed. "I've heard it's a busy place." I nodded. "But, I was always too chicken shit to do anything about it."
"A hot guy like you could just walk in there and be hit on by all kinds of hot dudes," I suggested.
"I wouldn't know what to do," he protested meekly.
"You know what to do in bed." He nodded. "Well, same thing in there. You blow some guy or he blows you. Rimming is practiced frequently, fucking requires condoms, so that's done even less frequently. Most of the time, it's random and unplanned. It just happens."
"How often you get it on in there?"
"Maybe once a week or so. But, I know it's going on every day."
"Any particular time better than another?"
"Not that I've noticed. Sometimes, it's too busy or there are straight guys there, so nothing happens. Other times, there are so few people around that you're in the sauna by yourself. It just depends on how lucky you get," I observed.
"Something to think about," he smiled.
I was about to ask him if he was interested in getting it on with Dave and I sometime soon, but we were interrupted by Doug telling everyone that it was time to finish unloading the truck. The cute, redhead (whose name I didn't even remember) smiled, and walked out with the rest of the crew to the truck to finish moving things into the house. I sighed. I'll have to talk to Dave and see if I should try to persuade this hottie to play "hide the wiener" later today. I knew Dave was interested.
I found Dave in the kitchen, rearranging drinking glasses in one of the cupboards. We'd decided that all glasses, dishes, and silverware were going through the dishwasher before we put them into the cupboards. Boxes and boxes of unpacked kitchen gadgets and small appliances were yet to be unpacked. But, six dishwasher loads had already been run through. We'd only used a hot rinse cycle to sanitize them. At least, all the glassware was done. Probably another two loads would finish the job.
As I helped Dave unload the dishwasher and decide where this latest group should go, I asked Dave what he thought of asking the redhead to stay.
"Sean?"
"Yeah, that's his name."
"Oh, yeah, HOT! But, I've been working on Bud and Bruce, those power lifters."
"And?"
"Well, I found out that they're both bottoms, love big dicks, wanna fuck with us, but not together. They're so competitive with each other that they couldn't fuck with us if the other power lifter was there. I was going to ask you if you wanted to have a session with both of them (at different times, of course). But, I'd sure be okay with Sean, too. Did you ask him?"
"No, I was just getting ready to when Doug told them to get back to work."
"Well, who would you like to do, first?"
"Sean's versatile, has 10", and has never fucked with a black guy." Dave grinned widely. "So, would you rather fuck or get fucked?" I asked.
"With Sean, we could do both, ya know," he laughed.
"Those beefy bodybuilders are sure hunks though. I wouldn't mind pounding their hard butts for a few hours, either."
"Yeah, decisions, decisions," Dave chortled. I grinned slyly at him. "You have an idea for a tie breaker, don't you?" he smirked. I nodded my head. "Okay, you gonna share it?"
"It is so lame. I know you'll like it." Dave sighed impatiently. "Okay, so here it is. Grab one of the wine bottles from the wine fridge." Dave complied with my wishes, still not knowing when I'd divulge my idea. "Shall we include the other two in our deliberations?" Dave nodded. "Okay, here it is. We're gonna play spin the bottle!"
Dave groaned, then laughed. "You're right. Lame as hell, but I love it! So, how we gonna do it?"
"Put the bottle on the floor. If it points to the sunroom, it's Sean; sink, it's one of the power lifters; oven, it's the cute one with the dark moustache.."
"Dan," Dave interrupted.
"Yeah, Dan. And if it points to the dining room, the winner is that hunky blonde number."
"Paul."
"Right. Okay, ready to spin? I think you should do the honors."
Dave grabbed the bottle, closed his eyes and gave it a mighty spin. It pointed to the sunroom. Sean was the winner. I asked him when he was returning to the truck alone if he'd like to spend some time with us after the move was done today. He grinned broadly, then frowned.
"FUCK!" he spat. "Just my fuckin' luck. I have class this afternoon. Yeah, on a Friday, can you believe it?"
"That's a shame."
"Yeah, don't I know it. But, that's the only time I could take this class and still work most days. I want to finish my degree in the next two years, so I won't be moving furniture for the rest of my life." He grinned again. "So, how about a raincheck?"
I scribbled out our phone number. "Here's your raincheck."
He shoved it in his pocket. "Thanks. I'm gonna be sure to use this and SOON!"
"Just give us a little notice, so we'll be sure to be home and not have something else on the calendar." He nodded agreement and went out to the truck.
When the last item came out of the truck (one of the sofas), Sean came over to me. "You know, telling me that you guys wanna fuck with me gave me such a woodie. I've been scopin' both of you out and know I gotta fuck both of those hot butts. Then, I think about how big your dicks are and know I've gotta get fucked, too."
"I know we can figure out a way to make all that happen," I smiled.
"What are you two conspiring about?" Dave asked, walking up behind me. He ground his crotch into my ass.
"Oh, Sean was telling me what a woodie he's gotten over the idea of fucking with us. But, he can't. He has class this afternoon," I sighed.
Dave moved around me and stood in front of Sean. He groped him openly. "Yeah, nice big one!" Dave grinned into Sean's startled eyes. "I think we should take a short potty break in the upstairs bathroom. Don't you agree?" he asked Sean, then turned to include me.
"Well, uh, I suppose I could cut out for a couple of minutes, but not much more than that," Sean agreed reluctantly.
"I'll blow you while Mike fucks you," Dave offered. "I know how much you like Mike's daddy looks." Sean smiled shyly again, his fair countenance blushing fiercely. "And if that big dick is as big as you say it is," Dave added squeezing Sean's expanding cock, "I'll bend over and take you up my ass. How's that?"
Sean nodded, as if in a daze. Dave dashed back inside and headed up the stairway. Sean followed. I went into the kitchen, put away a couple of glasses, then headed upstairs, too.
When I got to the bathroom door, it was closed. I rapped quietly and whispered, "It's me." Sean opened the door. Dave was already on his knees sucking on Sean's hard cock. It was milky white, about as thick as mine, at least 10" long, and curved downward slightly. Dave liked that angle as it afforded him the opportunity to get those fat 10" more easily down his throat. Sean's pants were a puddle at his feet.
Sean handed me a condom, smiling. I knelt behind him and licked at his furry, strawberry blonde, ass crack. He moaned at my touch, bending over more for me to get deeper between his butt cheeks. It had been a busy morning and his hole was going be sweaty and delicious, I decided. My tongue slipped lower and lower until it grazed his tight hole. He moaned. "Eat me, Man!" he gasped. I spent another minute licking deeper and deeper into his sweaty ass. "Gotta fuck me before I blast my load, Mike! Please!" So, I lubed up his eager back door with some lotion that I knew didn't sting when applied to the butthole, and pushed against his tight pucker with my throbbing, condomed dick. He leaned over farther and pulled his cheeks apart.
I pushed harder. My fat cockhead slipped inside, plus a couple inches of the thick shaft. Sean winced and tightened up. I stopped moving, but Dave kept sucking Sean's big dick. That relaxed him quickly. I set up a slow in and out motion, giving him more dick each time I thrust into him. I made sure I was hitting his prostate hard with each insertion and withdrawal.
"I'm gonna cum soon," Sean warned.
"Hold off just a couple more minutes, if you can," Dave urged. "I gotta sit on that hot dick of yours and feel it throbbing in my ass as you cum." He rolled a condom on to Sean's fat 10" in record time, then backed up on it. I held still for a moment, hoping that would help Sean back off from his impending climax. It seemed to work. Sean sighed at the pleasure Dave's tight muscled ass was giving him as more inches slid up Dave's butthole. "Fuckin' awesome," Sean whispered. "Fuck me Daddy while I pump this muscle dude full of my cream."
I did little more than hang on. Sean was so into fucking Dave in long, deep thrusts that he was only taking me along for a tight, thrilling ride. Sean grabbed Dave's hips and thrust urgently into him. "Fuckin' cumming!" Sean exploded. As Sean's hips banged hard into Dave, I rode Sean's ass, enjoying the spasming fuck channel in which I was embedded. Sean's climax overwhelmed him like ours always did. He was out of control of his higher functions, but his dick and hips knew what to do.
When he finished cumming, Sean pulled out of Dave's butt slowly. His fat 10" hadn't shrunk up very much. Dave turned and grabbed for the filled condom, upending it, drinking the creamy contents. I pulled out of Sean's ass and turned Sean around, engulfing his still long dick, and licking up lingering drips and smears of cum.
"Yeah, Man! Love cum pigs," Sean declared, encouraging me to suck his cummy dick. Dave finished slurping up the contents of the condom. "Bend over here, Dave," Sean directed. "I wanna show you what a great butt eater I am, so you'll invite me back."
Dave smiled and bent over. Sean's tongue snaked up his ass as I finished sucking cum from his dick. "How about eatin' some Daddy ass, Sean?" I asked.
Sean turned and smiled. "I hope you aren't as clean as Dave was," he leered. "I love a butthole that tastes like butt, not like soap. No offense, Dave."
"None taken. But, I'll be sure to remember that for your next visit," he responded. "I'll bet yours tastes pretty good after Mike fucked it, too." Sean nodded, bent over, and started eating my ass out. His increasing moans of pleasure as he dug deeper confirmed how much he enjoyed butt munching.
But, before Dave could sample Sean's ass, the phone rang. "Shit!" Dave muttered. "I'd better get that."
"I'd better be getting back to my job, too," Sean sighed. "I sure wish we had time for you to sit on my face, Mike. I'd love to spread that daddy ass and get WAY deep inside you with my tongue. You taste great!"
We pulled up our pants. Dave checked to see if anyone was observing our trio leaving the bathroom together, and dashed for the phone in the computer room. Sean rattled down the stairs in a hurry, asking what more he could do to help in the unpacking. I stayed upstairs with Dave.
On the phone were Dave's parents wondering if this was a good time to start bringing over fresh stuff for our refrigerator. He told them that we'd call back in a few minutes after the movers left. We'd help them unload their freezer of our freezer jam, and make one trip with all the items we'd stored temporarily at their place. We knew they really wanted to see the house and were using the excuse available to wangle an invitation.
As we hung up, the doorbell rang. I smiled, "When it rains, it pours." And it was raining, now. At the door was our new neighbor and friend, Robert Stocker. We invited him in. He brought a bouquet of flowers to welcome us to the neighborhood. Work stopped. The movers were mesmerized by the handsome, tall, built football player. We introduced everyone, mentioning that he already had a boyfriend. They were crestfallen. However, they brightened considerably when he mentioned that they weren't "exclusive".
I found a vase to put the flowers in, then sat them on the breakfront in the dining room. At least there, they'd be out of the way of most harm. As Dave gave Robert the nickel tour, I was deluged with questions about Robert. There were significant oohs and ahs when I mentioned that he was on the professional football team, his big moustache felt good on your asshole, and that he was versatile. I did toss in that his black boyfriend was an absolute wet dream, and like us, never fucked around without the partner being there. They nodded and smiled knowingly about that. It seems we had some fans, too.
When Dave brought Robert back, Robert said his farewells, promising to bring Gary back when he finished his classes for the day. That gave Sean the opening to ask about classes that Gary was taking. Robert warmed to the subject as Sean revealed he was working on his college degree as well. Doug broke up the "hen party" reminding the movers they were there to help Dave and I move, not scout out their next bed partners. They reluctantly bid Robert goodbye, but made it clear that each of them was available for later. I saw three of them slip a card or note to Robert as he left. A name and phone number would surely be found on each (with an urgent, uttered request to call soon).
The last boxes were unpacked, the contents placed in the right cupboards, and the boxes broken down and taken back to the truck. We were disappointed that the power lifters couldn't stay. Both needed to get to the gym and workout. Paul, the hunky blonde, needed to talk to his boyfriend about us before he could fuck with us. He said his boyfriend was really hot with a bubble butt that took dick like a duck takes to water. Dan made his excuses, too. His dark moustache grinned evilly when he said that he'd be calling us back soon, but he had a hot date with a guy he'd been trying to score with for weeks.
We were disappointed, but people do have lives that don't revolve around our sexual needs. We signed the papers, releasing the moving company of any future claims, as nothing had been broken, or "misplaced". "Please be sure to recommend us to others," Doug said as he waved from his car. The truck carrying our hunky movers had already left.
"Might as well call your parents and get those last things back into the freezer and fridge," I sighed.
"Yeah, I really wanted to fuck with at least one of those guys before they left, but it didn't happen. You didn't cum, either?"
"Nah. I wasn't in his hot ass long enough to get off. He sure liked your butt, though," I grinned.
"Yeah, nice dick. I only wish the ride had been a little longer. I was enjoy it."
I moved the flowers that Robert had brought to the center of the dining room table while Dave called his parents.
Again the doorbell rang. It was Scott, the realtor. I handed over the keys to the old place, thanked him for his help. He thanked me for the referrals as well as selecting him as our agent. "You're the kinda clients I like, fast and decisive." I gave him a big hug and kiss. Dave was off the phone now, so Scott got a hug and grope from him.
When we got to his parent's place, Opal had lunch prepared for us. "You're probably famished by now," she'd explained. "Those jars from the freezer will keep in boxes for a little while longer." With lunch out of the way, we loaded up the boxes, clear the refrigerator of our things, and drove back to the new house. Opal and Dave, Sr. really liked the place. They loved the drive into the neighborhood, remarking on the big houses that all looked different, instead of that tract home look of the suburbs.
Dave mentioned that this was becoming a gay ghetto as we had neighbors on one side who were a gay couple, plus a football player and his lover just down the street. His parents weren't sure how to respond to that, so they nodded and smiled blankly. I thought that was rubbing their noses in his gayness, but they were his parents, not mine.
After giving them the tour and putting away the freezer and refrigerator items, Dave Sr. joined me in the sunroom. We looked out the expansive windows of the sunroom, taking note of the flowerbeds and other spaces not taken up by a lawn. "Looks to me like you have enough room for a small garden," he observed. "And that looks like raspberries over there, and grapes there. You know what these bushes are, Mike?" he asked pointing to two bare bushes at the corner of the house.
"They could be blueberries, Dad," I said. "That was mentioned in the sales listing."
He smiled at my calling him Dad. He liked that very much. "What else did it say?"
"Well, that space at the top of the wall has strawberries." He nodded, having missed those. "And somewhere in the backyard is some rhubarb. Of course, you can see the ragged remains of flowers. We have a landscaper friend who lives in Las Vegas (where my uncle is) who'll be able to tell us what everything is, once they begin to grow leaves and bloom, that is."
"He gonna tell you what to keep and what to cut out, too?"
"Oh, yeah. He'd mentioned several things when he was here a couple of weeks ago."
"I should have asked that better," Dave, Sr. apologized. "I just noticed that some of the shrubs are far too big for where they are and look overgrown, so my big mouth just opened up and shot off."
"No apology necessary, Dad," I allowed. "They're overgrown and they do need to be dealt with. But, Joe (our landscaper friend from Las Vegas) is going to draw up a plan for us to look at this Spring. I'm sure he knows what he's doing."
"If he's a successful landscaper, he'll know. My only concern would be his knowledge of what grows well here."
"Everything grows well here!" I laughed. He shared the laugh. The only thing that doesn't grow here is something from the tropics.
"You know, this would be a perfect room to grow orchids," he mused.
"You gotta be kidding," I said surprised. "They require so much care and humidity."
"The cranky, special ones do. But, not the simple ones I have in mind. All they require is lots of light and water. Feed them every couple of weeks during their growing season and you'll have the best looking orchids around. And extremely low maintenance," he added.
"You sure about that? All I've ever heard is how hard they are to grow."
"Old wives tale told by old wives," he smiled.
"I've seen them at Kroger's and Costco for reasonable prices, but never thought I had the place that could make them grow. But, with all the light this sunroom has, they just might make a go of it. You know any growers we should be talking to about this? I'm sure the folks at Kroger's and Costco would be clueless," I said, making a face.
"Most likely," he allowed. "I remember there's an orchid show going on this weekend in town. Take Dave and go to it. It should be advertised in the paper. You'll get more information from the growers there than just about any other place around. And you'll find out who the local growers are who sell to the general public," he added, then paused. "But, as you pointed out, you'll wanna stay clear of those guys with the sensitive orchids. They're too damned much trouble for what you want."
"The newspaper's around here somewhere," I muttered. I remember seeing it on the porch when we drove up before eight this morning, but couldn't remember where Dave had put it. I called out to Dave, asking him where he'd ditched it, as it wasn't on the kitchen counter anymore.
"It's in here, on the breakfront," he said from the dining room. He brought it in, still unread, in the plastic wrapper to keep the rain off. I handed part of it to Dave, Sr. to help find the ad for the orchid show, while I searched in the sections I'd kept.
"Here it is," he said. "Open until ten tonight and from nine to six tomorrow, Saturday, and again on Sunday from noon until five." It was early afternoon, so after repeating the important parts of our conversation to Dave, we convince him and his mom to go this afternoon. We surely didn't have anything else to do this afternoon that couldn't wait. Everything was put away, the beds were made, and we didn't have sex partners lined up.
But, before we could get out the door, the phone rang. Robert and Gary wanted to invite us to dinner at their place. They'd already invited the other two gay couples on the street and wanted us to be the guests of honor. With Dave's approval, I agreed to drinks and dinner starting at 6:00 p.m. That still gave us almost four hours to do the orchid show and get home.
We were astonished at the huge assortment of orchids at the show. All the specimens were blooming, all were gorgeous. But, it was evident that some required more care than I was willing to provide. After talking to several of the exhibitors, we knew certain varieties were not for us. They required too much care or weren't right for the sunroom. But, one particular variety had a very wide spectrum of flowers from the very small (like half an inch) to the very showy large ones that were four or five inches across. Of course, several of them had prices which were out of our range (especially since we didn't know what would thrive and what would die in the sunroom). A number of them I recognized from Kroger's or Costco, but wondered if they were a good price at the show. We picked up about half a dozen that we liked in various colors and sizes. One that we especially liked was more money than I was willing to part with. Dave, Sr. and Opal decided it would be our housewarming gift, as they liked it very much, too.
With our purchases of plants, a small container of orchid plant food, and care instructions in hand, we left the show. "You know, if these things do as well as I think they will, you'll be needing some kind of multi-shelved plant stand. But, for right now," Dave, Sr. proposed as we left, "start with these and see if you like them."
"I hope they do well, too," I agreed. "But, I'm concerned about them getting fried by the sun in the summer. That sunroom looks like it could bake them badly."
"I think there's a shade cloth in the basement that we're supposed to put up when the weather improves," Dave observed. "Remember those tall posts at the outside corners of the sunroom and the wires traversing from them to the roof?" I nodded. "I noticed what looked like plant nursery shade cloth in a bundle near the wine racks down there."
"Oh?" I questioned. "I've not been down there yet. I must have missed it when we were thinking of buying the house."
"That's even better," Dave, Sr. said. "I know they love light, and filtered light through nursery cloth is gonna be perfect during the summer."
We left them at their car, after we'd deposited our new plants and plant food in our trunk. They drove away, happy for us that we had such a great home in a terrific neighborhood. I think they were happy that they'd found something that they could get for us as a housewarming gift. They knew we really didn't need for anything, as we already had nearly every kitchen gadget and appliance we could use.
Arriving home at 4:30, I noticed the recorder was blinking. We had three messages. One was from Kurt, one from Cousin Larry and one from the coaches. Larry and the coaches were looking for a house tour when we got settled in. Kurt was looking to get fucked as soon as we could manage it. "I'm willing to do in on the floor. The beds don't have to be made. Just fuck me!" he'd begged. We smiled at that message.
"Well," Dave smiled, "there is time, if he gets here right away. If he can't, you get my load. I gotta fuck someone and get off before we do dinner. I'm WAY horny!" I wasn't sure if I wanted to call Kurt or not. Getting Dave's load was always my favorite thing to do. He smiled back at me, knowing what I was thinking. "Let's fuck and tell Kurt he'll have to take a raincheck. The first loads in our new home should go in each other," he laughed.
"Let's fuck first, then we'll return phone calls," I suggested stripping off my clothes one at a time in my most provocative manner. "You wanna fuck me first, or you want me to fuck you first?" I asked as I began pulling at his clothes.
"I'm so hot right now that I'd cum if you fucked me first," he leered at me. "This load is going so deep in your ass that your tonsils are gonna be flooded. Then, you're gonna fuck me with this fat cock," he insisted, grabbing my hard dick in my distended shorts, "until you cum a gallon in my thirsty hole. Sean got me really turned on upstairs and I've not been able to cool my jets since then. I almost told you I didn't want to go to the orchid show for that reason," he added, pushing me along toward the bedroom, pulling my shorts down.
"Abstinence makes you hornier," I tossed over my shoulder. "I want that monster cock up my hole, deep and hard, doggie style!"
He pushed me on to the bed, face down, stripping off my shorts and socks. The rest of my clothes littered the living room and hallway, as did his. Dave grabbed my hips and pulled my butt into his face. He licked my furry ass trench like a starving man. He sniffed, then started licking at my asshole. "FUCK! You taste SO fuckin' good!" he muttered between licks. His tongue lashed deeper into me, fucking my opening with urgency. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and ate me deeper. "I'm gonna fuck you SO good!" he finally promised, adding lube to my grasping butthole.
With one long lunge, Dave buried his 11" butt stretcher into me. I could feel his kinky pubic hair grinding in, his thick cockhead throbbing inside my ass tunnel. He leaned into me, forcing me flat on to the bed. My hard cock burrowed into the comforter as Dave pulled himself deeper into me. His hands curved over my shoulders, thrusting hard, pulling me into his banging fuck pole. I raised my hips to meet each thrust, milking him like he loved, moaning, begging him to fuck me harder and deeper.
With a snarl and bellow, Dave came. His horsecock felt huge in my ass as he shouted out each climax wave. The big purple, plum-size head rammed me hard, shooting out more of his dick gravy. He was out of control, but his big dick continued to hammer away at my hole, filling me with more cum. After nearly a minute of continuous breeding, fucking, shooting, he lay sprawled across my back. His cock jerked inside me, his body lurched in response. Dave kissed me on the neck, then pulled himself deeper into me. "I can feel my hot cum lubing surrounding the head of my dick," he sighed. "You sure take my dick well." I wiggled my ass and moaned with pleasure. "Best fuckin' ass ever," he added.
For several more minutes, he lay atop me. Occasional echoes of his climax rattled through him causing his cock to jerk, leaving more cum in my behind. I had been very close to cumming as he pounded out his first waves of climax. But I'd backed off slowly as his dick shrank inside me, leaving more cum dripping into my ass. He pulled out and rolled on to his back, his legs pulled into his chest. Dave rolled higher onto his shoulders, spreading his ass cheeks. "Mount me, Daddy," he smiled.
I licked at the tip of his dick, getting more of his cum as I stroked his cock to get more to drain into me. Although I could taste asshole, I didn't mind at all. Dave's delicious cum added a creamy flavor to my tongue swipes across his dickhead. I moved lower, sucking on his heavy balls individually. He was begging me to fuck him, but I delayed it. I detoured temporarily around his hungry hole, slathering my tongue along his ass trench, tantalizing the nerve endings around his pucker, but not touching it.
Dave was going crazy with desire. "Gotta fuck me, Mike! I need you!" he begged. He'd want me even more if I fucked his tasty hole with my tongue first, though. I speared his manpussy, locking my lips around the edge of it, licking deeply. Dave was flogging his re- energized cock rapidly. I slapped his hand away from his dick and went back to eating his butt. "You gotta mount me, Mike. You're making me crazy by just eating me."
I pushed his legs harder into his shoulders, kissing him fully on the lips, sharing his butt taste. "FUCK me!" he groaned when I pulled away. The fat underside of my dick had been rubbing against his pucker. His hands moved to insert my cock as I bent in to kiss him again. He sniffed at my ass-tasting moustache, then jammed my hard dick up his asshole, pulling me in deep with his other hand on my muscled ass. He kissed me hard as all nine, thick inches ground into him. "Fuck! Yeah! Fuck me, Mike! Hammer that hole. Cum inside me hard and deep, White Bread. Breed that ass!"
Dave had me so turned on with his dirty talk that I knew I wouldn't last. His milking machine butt channel kicked in. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted my cock cream. His hole was THIRSTY! "FUCK ME!" he urged again and again. We kissed passionately. And I started to cum.
"FUCK!" I yelled. "Cummin' in your hot ass, Dave. Take my LOAD!" I squirted and rammed and fucked and shot. I was relying on Dave to keep me from fucking myself out of the saddle. But, he held me in place as he took wave after scalding wave of hot dick gravy up his deep asshole. I fucked and fucked. I could feel my toes, fingertips and nose tingle. This was a huge climax! I kissed him hard again, still ramming him. As another huge wave crashed over me, I felt hot, sticky cum splash across my stomach and on to my chest. Dave was cumming again.
His hands urged me to fuck him harder as his fingers dug into my hard butt, insisting that I increase my tempo and stay deep enough to shred his hard button of a prostate. He roared like a bull, cumming in an "in season" cow. Or a stallion squirting a gallon of horse cum from his horsecock. Repeatedly, Dave sprayed our abs with his dick honey. The scent of hot sex, cum, and heavily fucked ass permeated the bedroom. I wanted to fuck him forever, but I ran out of cum and my dick started to shrink.
Dave finally released my ass and lay beneath me, panting and jerking as climax waves receded through his body and tortured my milked dick. I pulled away from him laughing. "My dick's too sensitive to stay in that milking ass," I grinned. But, I turned and began licking the cum from his abs. He did the same from my abs. We both enjoyed his sweet cum.
We returned phone calls, including two more that had called while we'd been fucking. Everyone was promised a tour of the house, but not tonight as we had a "prior engagement." After showering our cum and lube off, we decided to hit the gym for a light workout. Dave called from the gym to tell our hosts we'd be a few minutes late. We left the gym at 6:05, stopping at the house long enough to snare a bottle of wine from the wine fridge. Our yard lights had come on automatically while we were away at the gym.
We were greeted with hugs and kisses from Robert, Gary, Farrell, and Phil. Then, we were introduced to our neighbors, Nick and Mark. They lived right next door to us. How convenient, I thought. Nick was as hunky as Robert had said he was. But, Mark was more handsome than Robert and Gary had said. He was stunning! He had beautiful light blue eyes, short hair, a good body, and an obviously big dick in his levis. I apologized for being late.
"Yeah, Mike held us up, demanding sex," Dave quipped.
"Oh, sure. You didn't have anything to do with it," I laughed.
"Fuckin' newly weds!" Mark groused good-naturedly. "Always thinkin' with their dicks."
"And the problem with that would be?" asked his lover, Nick. "Perhaps a little jealous that you weren't involved?" he laughed.
"Perhaps," he replied, grinning, then winking at us. Mark sure knew what he liked and we were his targets for this evening. I've had worse offers, I thought. "They do make a handsome couple. Just as hot as Robert and Gary," he observed.
"Thanks," Dave smiled. "Same to you."
"Pigs!" Phil laughed. "There is more to life than sex, you know."
"And that would be?" asked his partner, Farrell. "You've been married so long you can't remember what sex is."
"Yes, I do. Just not with you, my love," Phil teased the other half of his monogamous partnership. "My boyfriends recall it well!"
"Bitch!" Farrell laughed.
"That's Bitch Honey," rejoined Phil.
"Enough already," Robert groaned. "Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes or so. Shall we start with salad and the wine that Phil and Farrell brought?" We agreed with Robert's invitation and adjourned to the dining room. Candles were glowing, places were assigned, and Gary brought in the salad in individual salad bowls. The champagne dressing had already been applied. It was wonderful! We congratulated Gary on the salad dressing and salad ingredients.
"This wasn't my doing," he replied. "The salad is Bobby's fault or credit." We heaped praise on Robert, too. It was an interesting mix of baby salad lettuces, cheeses, croutons, small sliced tomatoes, and something crunchy which I couldn't place. I later found out it was jicama.
Dinner was roast beef, rice pilaf, and a steamed vegetable medley of yellow crookneck squash, broccoli, cauliflower, snow peas, baby carrots, and zucchini in a light creamy butter sauce. The roast beef was perfectly done with the outside edges being well done and the inside still medium rare. Gary had added horseradish as a side accompaniment (if anyone wanted it). The eight, hunky men demolished the entire dinner in 20 minutes, including the wine we'd brought. Soft dinner rolls with real butter and homemade raspberry jam completed the decadent scene.
An hour after dinner, Phil and Farrell produced one of their light cheesecakes with fresh berries piled on top. We were stuffed. The conversation moved from what kind of work everyone did to Nick telling us some hilarious stories about people bringing in their PC's to be fixed, only to find out that they were really too stupid to own a PC (based on the problem presented).
Walking back home, we asked Nick what we should do about the ancient computer that I was using. Inviting him in to look at it served as a pretext to get them into bed. We really didn't have to do that. Nick and Mark wanted into our pants badly! Dave serviced Mark and I fucked Nick. We'd skipped all preliminaries: no kissing, no dick sucking, no rimming. I plugged into Nick's big football player ass and hammered away. He was used to Mark's 10", so my 9" were not a problem for him. Although his lover's cock was about 7" long, Mark struggled only a little with Dave's 11", but it fit nicely after only a few seconds.
We fucked them while they 69'ed. From the noises everyone was making, it was pretty easy to gauge how close we were to cumming. We hammer their butts, then back off when their noise level got too high or our dicks got too happy. For more than ten minutes, Dave and I fucked and screwed and thrust into their hungry holes, but as they started to swallow each other's loads, their tight butts milked our cream out easily. Dave and I kissed over them as we finished uploading our sperm into the condoms.
"Fuck! You guys are GOOD!" Mark exulted after he'd finished drinking Nick's cream.
"Yeah, welcome to the neighborhood. You're terrific!" Nick agreed. "Love that fat cock up my ass. Felt so fuckin' good!"
"I was the one with the monster cock up my ass," Mark corrected. "Big fucker!"
"I didn't notice you squealing to pull it out, so it wasn't too much for ya," Nick laughed. "I'll have to try it soon to see how well it fits, too."
"Face it, my love," Mark smiled. "We're both dick pigs."
"Guilty!" his lover agreed.
"Don't think you'll be bottoms all the time," I protested. "I love a big man fuckin' my ass, or a man with a big dick," I smiled at them.
"Count me in, too," Dave added. "I enjoy being a bottom almost as much as being a top. Mike's taught me well."
With that segue, Dave began his tale of how I'd brazenly seduced him. He was a happily married man and I'd broken up his hetero home. Mark and Nick didn't believe him for a minute. "It takes two to tango," Nick observed. "He couldn't have seduced you if you didn't have some interest."
"Funny you should mention that," I interrupted. "Dave and I were talking last week about which day we should celebrate as our anniversary. He'd originally thought of March, because that was when he first started having fantasies about bedding down with me. That sound like a hetero guy to you?"
Dave blushed and they laughed. "Sounds like he was only waiting for you to make the move, so he could tell this sad tale of seduction and intrigue, making you the heavy, Mike."
"I don't mind. Makes me out to be a seductress, a brazen hussy. I'm okay with that, too. My dull, accountant reputation could use it."
"You fuck too good to be dull, Mike," Nick argued.
"There's an amen in this corner," Dave laughed. "Best fuck I've ever had."
"I believe we came over here to look at your computer, Mike?" Nick smiled. "Not that what we did wasn't more fun!"
"It's upstairs," I said rolling off the bed. "Follow me."
"Be glad to follow that hot ass, Mike," Nick smiled.
"Me, too," Mark called out as we left the bedroom.
"You're not leaving me out," Dave laughed rising from the bed, his long dick slapping at his meaty thighs.
"I'd never leave that behind," Mark grinned, grabbing at Dave's big dong. "But, you can leave it IN my behind."
In the computer room, Nick bent over, turned on the old computer and watched it boot up. "Older machine, oh, ancient BIOS, 64 Meg of RAM, hmm. Hard drives are pretty full, but don't look like they need to be defragged. Windows '95 is pretty stable, but 2000 would be better. However, on a machine of this age, I'd suggest you leave it alone. The RAM card is probably an old one with little or no room for more RAM. The newer versions of Windows will run, but more likely limp. The newest one coming out in October won't run at all on here. So, your call as to when you want to do it, but my advice is to get a new one. Upgrading this boat anchor is a waste of money."
While he'd been saying this, Dave was sucking on his dick and Mark was eating his ass. I was licking his erect nipples and kissing him.
"Uh," Nick finally managed, "is anyone paying attention?"
"Yeah," Mark replied, pulling his face out of Nick's round, football player ass. "We heard every word. Get a new computer. So, bend over farther. I want more of that hot ass of yours, Nick. And I know how much you like this fat dick of mine."
"And I need to go for a ride on that hot dick of yours," Dave interjected. That left me riding Mark's beautiful butt. After Dave had been in there, he probably wouldn't even feel my 9" cock, but he did. He moaned and groaned, praising the big head on my dick, which was almost pulverizing his prostate. That action alone was enough to get him off. But, his lover knew how much Mark liked to get his dick deep in Nick's ass and get milked off. This was no exception. In less than two minutes, Mark was flooding Nick's ass with his creamy sperm. I could feel his spasming fuck channel grasping at my cock as each climax wave crashed over him.
Nick wasn't far behind. Mark chewing on his ear while squirting hot cream in his ass was all Nick needed. Of course, fucking a hot, black ass like Dave's was a bonus. Nick raced forward into Dave, hanging on to Dave's hips fucking rapidly, trying to plant his manseed deeply into Dave's hungry hole. Mark was along for the ride, being bucked and pulled deeper.
As much as we enjoyed the hot fuck, neither Dave nor I came. We uncoupled, Dave enjoying the contents of Nick's cum-drenched condom. Mark pulled out slowly, stripping his thick cock's urethra as he exited. They fucked like we did: bareback with each other, condoms for everyone else. When he was completely out of Nick's ass, I licked at the head, getting a sample of Mark's tasty cum. It was almost as good as Mike's (from Las Vegas).
Before they dressed and left, I asked Nick to let me know what it would cost to get a new computer. I was thinking of a Pentium III or a Pentium IV. He suggested that I go with the Pentium IV as it was newer, not that much more money, and certainly more powerful. I'd regret it in a couple of years if I didn't, he cautioned. He'd work up a couple of quotes to show the difference in price and performance. Then, I could make my own decision.
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