All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 51 -- The Gay Housewarming
The response from our gay friends was heartwarming. Even those who couldn't make it called to wish us well in our new home. Although we hadn't heard from Keith and Karl, Dr. Hartung told us that they were on vacation in Key West and wouldn't be able to make the party.
Dave had been unable to locate Tony Blodgett and John Gabriel. Big John and Little John (we were told by the coaches) had skipped town with the football season over and had gone to Mexico for two weeks. Ron from Costco and his lover didn't respond to the invitation, so we forgot about them until after the event was over. As it turned out, their invitation had been delayed in the mail. They received it the Monday after the party. As Ron wasn't working on the Friday before the party, we didn't see him to remind him of the party, either. Eric (the bodybuilder) was out of town at a competition, so he also declined our invitation, regretfully. Peter had a death in the family, so he and John wouldn't make it either.
Uncle Clay and Linc arrived on Thursday afternoon. We had a great dinner with them at one of the hotels in the chain Uncle Clay worked for. Joe would be staying with us for the weekend, arriving on Friday morning. He said that he wanted some time to scout out the landscaping that was already here and draw up some plans for later this Spring.
The coaches would be bringing Gene (the bodybuilder/security guard from Las Vegas, and interviewee for the strength-coach position with the team) with them. Mike from Las Vegas was on the same flight as Joe. George, the bartender, met him. The way they greeted each other at the airport left us wondering if they'd make it to the housewarming. Their display of affection was nearly embarrassing. They headed off to the men's room to begin their tawdry weekend, not being able to keep their dicks in their pants any longer.
We had to peek. Joe led the stealthy parade into the john. In the farthest stall, Mike was sitting on the can while George was standing in front of him. The sounds of an eager blowjob filled our ears. We pressed against the space between the stall door and the stall wall, getting a narrow, but adequate view of what they were up to. George had his back to us and Mike's face was sucking George's dick, so neither of them saw us. In another minute, Mike stood, pulled down his pants and turned around. George buried his face in Mike's round, hard ass.
"Yeah, Man! Eat that hot hole," Mike whispered. Dave's fingers had slid down the back of my pants to tease my winking hole. Joe had moved in front of Dave so he could see better, as well as feel Dave's big dick rub against Joe's round, butch ass.
George stood, quickly rolled on a condom, and plugged in. With a pleasured release of breath, Mike backed deeper on to George's black 9" prong. "Oh, FUCK!" came a stage whisper from inside the stall. "Your ass is sweeter than I remembered," George murmured. "I'm gonna fuck you so good and so much this weekend, Babe."
"And so are you," Joe whispered to Dave, dragging him into the adjoining stall.
"But, I don't have any condoms," Dave protested.
"I do," Joe smiled, waving a foil packet in Dave's face. They smiled at each other and left me standing outside. "You'll get your turn. Don't worry," Joe added to me.
When I glanced back at the boys in the next stall, George and Mike had turned so I could watch the big, black cock disappear up Mike's hungry ass. "Why not come in and enjoy the view better?" George asked. He unlatched the door to the large, handicapped stall. I moved inside. George handed me a condom. "You aren't gonna get many shots at my ass, Mike. Enjoy it." The other Mike turned and smiled. He knew the comment wasn't addressed to him, but he did think it might be nice to find out how good George was as a bottom. He'd keep that in mind for later, when they were alone. I already knew George was a hot, if reluctant, bottom
But I also recalled what a nice butt George had for rimming. Pocketing the condom, I pulled his hard, round, black ass cheeks apart and licked around his pucker. George swooned at the touch, his knees buckling slightly. "Damn! That feels so good. I hope you know how to eat butt as well as the other Mike does," he whispered to Las Vegas Mike, bending over his broad back.
I tongue-speared his clasping hole, drilling ever deeper. George kept his long-dicking, fucking pace deliberately slow, so he could enjoy the tonguing. After several minutes, I stood, rolled a condom on to my precum-dripping cock and entered his tight ass slowly. But, I'd not been inside his hard ass more than a few seconds, when I heard Dave climax in the next stall.
Joe rapped on the dividing wall. "Next!" he whispered. "Give me that," I heard Joe plead. I knew he was begging for Dave's cum- flooded condom.
"Sorry," I whispered to George. "I promised this load to Joe," I added, pulling out and stripping off the stretched condom. I pulled up my pants, checked outside to see if we had company (we didn't), and then slipped inside the adjoining stall.
Dave was pulling up his pants. "Damned near as talented at milking dick as Robocop," he muttered with a smile. I heard the outside door creak open. "Company!" Dave warned. I heard other voices, a stall creaking open, and then quiet. Dave looked over the stall door. Both guys had entered stalls. Joe looked under the partitions and laughed.
"They're doing the same thing we are. They're in a stall together, front to back, both with their pants down around their ankles," he giggled. I heard a moan of pleasure. It wasn't coming from our foursome. Dave smiled and left the stall. I plunged into Joe's stretched hole and began fucking him. He pushed his ass back, milking me.
Dave returned. "They're fucking alright," he chortled. "It looks like a couple of uniforms, maybe pilots. And one of them has a BIG fuckin' dick!" He moved in front of Joe, bent at the waist and asked, "Need some help getting off?" I heard a wet mouth engulf Joe's thick 7" dick. Joe moaned with pleasure as Dave's masterful mouth sucked his fat dick.
Next door, George was hammering hard and fast at Mike's hungry ass. "Fuck me, Man! FUCK ME!" he urged in a too-loud voice. The men in the stall farther away chuckled, but never skipped a beat. One of them repeated Mike's words verbatim.
"Oh, Fuck!" Joe moaned. "I'm gonna cum!" His ass turned into the Robocop milking machine as squirt after hot squirt slammed into Dave's sucking throat. Both men groaned with pleasure. I held on as best I could, fucking Joe with long strokes, finding that tight place that encouraged my nuts to unload. As Joe's body relaxed slowly from his climax, my climax crested. I jerked hard with each wave.
"FUCK!" I shouted, forgetting where I was. "Take it, Man! FUCK!" George joined the chorus, echoing my climax waves into Mike's ass. In less than ten seconds, a delayed echo rattled the men's room. The "uniforms" at the other end of the room had hit their noisy climaxes.
Dave moved out of the stall, wiping cum from his chin and lips. Joe and I followed, after pulling up our pants. Joe grabbed my condom and stripped it of the creamy contents as he exited the stall. George and Mike were still connected, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. From the other end of the room, a stall opened. Two men were adjusting their clothing. They looked up and smiled at us. "Nice day," one of them said, smiling.
"Yeah," Joe said. "Nice flight in from Las Vegas, too."
They looked startled, then relaxed. "I remember you from the flight, too. You live here?" the younger one said.
"No. Just visiting," Joe replied.
"This is the pilot on that flight," the younger one said, introducing his "friend."
"So, which one of you has the really big dick?" asked Dave. "I couldn't tell from my angle of observation."
"He does," the pilot smiled. "Fuckin' awesome, really thick thing."
"Yeah?" Joe mused. "How big?"
The pilot shrugged. "Almost nine inches," the younger one volunteered smiling.
"Nice," Joe agreed. "Eleven inches on that brown god and nine inches on this hot daddy," he added indicating Dave and me.
"FUCK!" the pilot groaned. "What can you do with something that big?"
"Get fucked, of course!" we said in unison.
"You all take it in the ass?" the younger one asked.
"You bet," Dave answered for all of us. We nodded our agreement.
George and Mike had joined us. "A big one always feels so good, but it does take practice to accommodate these big guys," Mike grinned. "LOTS of practice," he laughed.
Introductions were finally made. The older man was a pilot, the younger one (with the big, thick dick) was a steward. But, they had to leave almost immediately. The aircraft was being cleaned before turning around and heading back south. We found out that they were lovers, but enjoyed messing around with other men. They especially loved t-room sex. It was anonymous, dangerous, and quick. Whatever turned their cranks, I decided.
Joe and Mike asked if they'd be on their return flight to Las Vegas, but were told that they'd be in Florida flying that day.
We returned home with Joe, while Mike and George went to George's apartment for more sex. Joe pulled out his sketch pad, measuring tape, and personal data assistant to record his findings. We helped as much as we could in measuring the size of the lot, where all the plants were, and listened to Joe's suggestions on what had to go and what could be trimmed. With some idea of what we wanted the landscape to look like, he went into the sun room. We left him there, working on the new landscape design. Dave called Gary to find out if there were anything we needed to do at the last minute to assist in the housewarming preparations.
Gary and Robert had planned the event down to the last detail. We'd taken Friday off to help them in any way we could. We were in the way more than we helped. But, the house was warmly decorated for a party, the wines and beers were set up in the late afternoon over ice, the food ready to bring out of the refrigerator or pop into the oven as soon as the guests began arriving. Trick towels, condoms, and lube were in evidence in both of the upstairs bedrooms and bath. They knew this crowd only by reputation, but they were wisely insightful.
Junior arrived a little early, but Robert and Gary didn't mind at all. Before he arrived, they'd planned on him being their bed partner for the rest of the weekend. Gary had to get some of that 12" Texas, white- boy dick, and the big dick and Junior's reputed ability to recover every ten minutes for as long as your butt could stand it intrigued Robert. Several times during the evening, Gary or Robert disappeared upstairs with Junior for a few minutes. I don't think they were discussing the décor of the bedrooms.
And they weren't the only ones enjoying Junior's big dick and recovery powers. Donnie, Will, Jeff, and Jim had each disappeared, with Junior in tow. The coaches (entertaining Kurt and Gene) used the other upstairs bedroom. Later, they fucked Cousin Larry (even later satisfied Ray Stocker) into howls of pleasure heard by us as far away as the sun room. Junior, Kurt, Gene, and Donnie fucked Joe (being the hot daddy and talented bottom that he is).
When Brad had made his entrance, most of the men stopped and stared. They had no idea that we knew him. He was cordial to everyone, even the ones who gushed over his films and stupendous appendage. But, he also assured them that he was there as our friend, not as the evening's entertainment. Steve took it all in stride. He was used to Brad being the center of sexual attention. Steve's almost smug smile told everyone that Brad was HIS boyfriend and HE was going to be the one to enjoy Brad's performance personally.
Despite their occasional forays upstairs, Gary and Robert didn't neglect their host duties. Plates of food were never empty, nor were the large ice chests allowed to run low of beverages. We were surprised at the lack of interest in wines and beers. Perhaps, our guests remembered they had to drive home and didn't want to risk driving drunk.
Ray Stocker and Joe finally connected. It was as if no one else were at the party after they met. As soon as the upstairs bathroom was open, they spent 30 minutes fucking and sucking instead of the quickies everyone else seemed to be doing.
Kurt got to know Gene immediately after they'd fucked Joe. Gene's powerful physique and easy manner swept Kurt off his feet. And Kurt's boyish charms and big size intrigued Gene. He'd never met anyone taller than he was, with so much poise and energy, plus his 12" dick. They later admitted that both of them wanted to be fucked by each other after seeing what great tops they'd been with Joe. But, Gene prevailed on Kurt to fuck him first as Kurt had the bigger dick. After switching several times, they boomed out their climaxes to the amusement of the rest of the guests.
We finally pried apart the fuckfest upstairs, pulling them downstairs for the housewarming toast. Uncle Clay did the honors. "To Mike and Dave: May they always find love between the walls of their new home. And may they always have friends who love them, too."
"Here, here!" came the return from the guests. "And 'To Love!'" from everyone as well. They sampled the 200-year-old Grand Marnier. "Damn! This is good! And so smooth!" remarked several of the guests. "What kind of Grand Marnier is this?" others wanted to know. Uncle Clay told them about it, and then offered a chance to sample the regular Grand Marnier in a taste test. Universally, they agreed the 200-year-old version was far superior.
"It makes the regular stuff taste like panther piss," one of the guests quipped. How he knew that, I wasn't going to ask. The next group of questions came, asking where they could locate it, as they'd never seen it in the local liquor stores.
Dave stepped in and let them know that he'd only seen it in Nevada. Gene volunteered that he'd seen it in California, too, but didn't know it was this good. He thought it was just a special occasion bottle and was the same stuff that he usually saw. He had wondered about the price, though. It was about five times higher. It couldn't have been just the pretty bottle (which Uncle Clay elevated for everyone to see). It was a work of art, but not worth five times as much as the regular Grand Marnier.
"For a special occasion," I observed, "its well worth the extra price." They nodded in agreement.
"Time for your final housewarming gift," Robert smiled.
The word had evidently been spread that the sunroom was magnificent as well as perfect for growing orchids. Nearly every guest brought an orchid that could stand the amount of light it'd receive in the glassed-in room. Only two of the shade-loving orchids were brought. They would do nicely in the dining room. Every plant was blooming. With all the new plants, we'd have to get that big plant stand much sooner than we'd anticipated. However, when we unwrapped the large package that Gary and Robert had brought, we knew who'd spread the word. Inside the box was an assemble-yourself plant stand. Clever lads!
The coaches had brought the entertainment for the evening, a videotape of some of the gaffs, screw-ups, and stupid plays served up to the viewing public during the last football season. All teams were represented. It brought tears of laughter to everyone attending.
Of course, several of the guests missed part or all of the tape. They were upstairs fucking. Trevor and Will were going at it with the door open. Trevor's eager ass was deeply fucked by Will's 11" black dick. They attracted almost as many viewers as the videotape did. George was fucking Mike as they watched. Brad was hammering Steve's eager butt (which attracted nearly as many watchers as Trevor and Will). Even our hosts Gary and Robert were upstairs fucking like rabbits as they watched. Sean made himself useful by rimming Robert's big ass as Robert fucked Gary. But, before Robert finished, Sean was deeply in Robert's ass with that downward-curving, 10", white spike.
Trevor and Will found they had a lot in common, but primarily, they loved to fuck with hot men. Their desires for each other were obvious to anyone within a mile of them. Of course, George and Mike couldn't keep their hands off each other throughout the evening. Jim, Jeff, Cousin Larry, and Donnie had a four-way planned for later in the evening. I'd love to have known who was going to be the top. All of them could, but I still wondered who'd draw the task to pleasure two of them Perhaps, they'd all do it.
The party wound down about 11 p.m. Gary, Robert, and Junior stayed long enough to clean up, then departed. Our houseguest (Joe) had disappeared upstairs with Ray Stocker. Jim and Jeff escaped with Cousin Larry and Donnie. We had no idea what had happened to Will and Trevor, but we were sure that they spent the night in each other's arms. All of the other "old married couples" thanked us for a great party and left smiling. Of course, Bill Dundee (Robocop) had made a few new friends, before he and Bob Francis departed. The coaches offered to stay and warm our beds for us, but we declined. However, our neighbors Mark and Nick offered them a warm bed. They accepted, of course. Mark's big 10" dick surely found pleasure in Chuck's white ass, while Randy's 13", black, horse cock spewed multiple loads into Nick's deep hole. Kurt and Gene left the party early. Scott and Dr. Hartung were chummy the entire evening, and left together.
We asked the coaches before they left if they knew anything about Gene's chances as strength coach. They agreed that he was high on the list of final candidates. He knew a lot about physiology, had an incredible body to demonstrate that knowledge, and had charmed the interview committee unashamedly. Randy had been told by one of the panel members that Gene was their best candidate. We knew Gene wanted this job badly. Being a security guard (even at a fine arts museum) was not the career he wanted. They also said he was great in bed. We'd have to pursue their knowledge of that another time.
We were worn out. We felt like we'd been on stage for a long play. The last thing we needed was to be entertaining or dazzling for any guests. Rolling into bed, we immediately fell asleep.
However, before morning light, Joe and Ray had snuggled into our bed, warming us with their bodies, insisting on being serviced. Joe had to have Dave's big 11" dick up his ass, and Ray's big football- player, basketball-playing ass got hammered into the mattress with consummate skill. My thick 9" cock stretched his tight ass delightfully. In tandem, Dave and I shot together, our lusty voices echoed through the house as we came. Joe rolled on to his stomach and Ray pulled him up to doggie style position. In another three minutes, he emptied his bull nuts deeply into Joe's upturned daddy ass. Joe's creamy load squirted down Dave's throat as they 69'ed, and I ate Ray's ass. Considering how many times Ray and Joe had been fucking the last 24 hours, I was surprised either of them had any cum left.
We talked about relationships for the next hour as we made beds, took showers, and cooked breakfast. Joe and Ray assembled the plant stand as we cooked, Joe giving final directions on which plants to place on which shelves. He frequently consulted his personal data assistant unit to be sure he was doing it correctly. Some of the plants needed more shade than others, but all needed great amounts of light.
We didn't have answers for many of their relationship questions as we'd been together for less than a year. However, they were so smitten with each other, I'm not sure they heard any of the answers we did have. But, they did seem to listen as we talked about fucking around, only when the other partner was there. We did warn them that each relationship is different, so they shouldn't take too much of what we had to say and apply it to any relationship that may develop between them. Again, I was doubtful that they heard us.
Dave asked them about how they expected their special bond to last given the great distance between here and Las Vegas. It was evident from their expressions they hadn't told us something. "I got the job in Las Vegas," Ray finally revealed. "I start as soon as I graduate in June."
"Isn't that great?" Joe grinned. "I'll get this big dick up my ass all the time," he added, squeezing the big tube in Ray's slacks.
"And I'll get his fat Italian sausage up my butt occasionally, too," Ray laughed. "He may think of himself as a bottom, but he's a terrific top, too."
"Yeah, we know," I agreed. "Nice, thick cock feels good in the ass."
"Congratulations, guys," Dave beamed. "But, a couple of hot fuck sessions doesn't make a relationship, you know."
"We know that," Joe countered. "But, there is so much we love about each other. Aside from the physical charms of this mountain, I love Ray for the man inside. We even agree on politics and religion!" he laughed.
"I know that I'm young compared to this old man," Ray began.
"Thirty-two isn't old!" Joe corrected.
"From the perspective of a guy only 22, 32 is ancient, my love," Ray rejoined. Joe smiled. They were both right from their own points of view. "Anyway," he continued, "Joe's a daddy. I've always had a thing for daddies. He's successful, established, and takes fat dick really well!"
Joe laughed. "Sex isn't everything, Ray."
"I know. It's the only thing!" sparkled Ray's blue eyes.
"Kids!" Joe muttered, shaking his head.
We'd have to keep track of them through Uncle Clay to see how their relationship worked out. The years between them could develop into a problem, but right now, they seemed to genuinely adore each other. Joe did love big men and big dicks. Ray was sincere about his ardor for daddies. He'd made that clear enough whenever we fucked with him.
Less than an hour after Joe left for the airport (Ray insisted that he take him, ALONE!), Kurt called, giddy as a school girl. "He got it!"
"Okay," I answered, not at all sure what he meant.
"Gene got the job!" Kurt clarified.
"Oh! That's great. When did he hear?"
"Just a moment ago. We thought you should be the first to hear. You were the ones who got him the interview and introduced us, after all," he gushed.
"So, when does he start?" I asked, motioning Dave to the phone in the sun room.
"Oh, shit! I don't know. Here, Gene. You talk to him and tell him all the details," Kurt admitted.
Gene got on the phone. "Hi, Mike. Thanks again for getting me this job. If it weren't for you, I'd still be guarding works of art instead of fucking the hottest man I've ever met." I told him that he did all the work. I just set it up. Then, I wondered aloud how they were getting along. I'd noticed they'd left our housewarming together. "Kurt and I have been fucking each other to death all night long," he added. "And we thank you for that, too."
"Aren't we the Yentas!" Dave cracked. "That's two couples who've gotten together because of our little clambake."
"Oh?" asked Kurt. "Who else? Do I know them"?
"Ray Stocker, the basketball player and Joe, the landscaper from Las Vegas," I said.
"I know Ray," Kurt admitted, but didn't say more. I think they'd fucked before, but it wasn't the sort of thing you revealed in front of a new boyfriend.
"I don't know Joe, even if he is from my hometown," Gene admitted. "It's a big place."
"He's a hot daddy," Dave helped him recall. "Great looking, Italian, buff, about 5'10" tall, got a five o'clock shadow, very butch looking…."
"Oh, yeah, VERY hot daddy," Gene recalled. "And this guy Ray is who?"
"He's the tall, blue-eyed number, who looks like a football player, instead of the basketball player he is," Dave prompted. "He just got a marketing job in one of the casinos in Vegas, so he and Joe will be doing their couple thing there as soon as Ray graduates from college in a couple of months."
"Broad, hairy chest?" Gene asked.
"Yeah, that's the one."
"Yeah, big dude," Gene recalled. "I gave him the eye once, but then Kurt turned my head and it was all over," he laughed.
"Kurt knows him, because Ray is Robert Stocker's brother, and Robert is Gary's lover. Robert's one of the football players you'll be helping with strength training," I put in. "And to complete this little drama, Gary and Robert are our neighbors."
"Small world," Gene mused. "Anyway, I'm totally excited about this new job. I can't wait to call my boss in Las Vegas and tell him the good news. Well, good news for me, anyway."
"When do you start?" Dave asked.
"As soon as I want to," Gene said. "They need someone immediately as the former coach is gone. But, the season and intense training doesn't start until May or so. However, there will be a number of players who train all year long and will need the guidance as soon as I can move here."
"Have you thought about how long that'll take?" I pressed.
"Well, I fly back tomorrow. I'll have to give 30 days notice at my apartment, but I can always vacate prior to that. I don't have a lot of shit to move, so that won't be a problem. Besides, the team is moving me. All I have to do is supervise it. The biggest problem, of course, is finding a place here in a hurry."
"You thought about an apartment or house?" Dave wondered.
"I haven't gotten that far into it. Kurt and I should discuss it, too. I want him to be part of my life, now," Gene sighed.
"One night and you hear wedding bells?" I laughed.
"Well, it seems to be mutual," Gene revealed. "He's hot stuff!"
"If you decide you want to buy a house, we know of a good, gay agent we can recommend," Dave suggested. "But, that's a big step. You need more time to think about it. If we can help, let us know."
"In fact, now that I think about it, you could help a lot. You got time today or tomorrow before I fly out?" he asked.
I looked toward Dave in the sun room. He grinned. "Today is better than tomorrow. We're worker bees who have to be in the office tomorrow," Dave said.
"Okay, then," Gene replied. "Let me talk to Kurt and see what his day is and we'll call you back in a few minutes with a plan."
We agreed and hung up. "Well, isn't THAT special!" I quipped in my best Church Lady voice. That always cracked up Dave.
"We'd better be thinking about something to fix for dinner," I suggested. "This isn't a small task they're undertaking."
Before Dave could answer, the phone rang again. It was Scott. "Thanks for inviting me to your housewarming. I had a great time. And so did Grant."
"Oh?" Dave questioned, waving me frantically to the other, nearby phone.
"I know you saw us leave together," Scott laughed.
"We noticed," I cut in. "And?"
"Well, he's a great guy. I'm not one to kiss and tell," Scott replied.
"Bullshit!" we said in unison.
"Well," Scott laughed, "you caught me. Maybe later, after we've had more time together, we can spill the beans. And Grant wants to thank you as well," he added handing the phone to Dr. Hartung.
"Thanks, guys," Grant said. "A great party, and a nice party favor I took home. Gorgeous, hot in bed, and successful! I'm so tired of being the sugar daddy," he added.
"We're pleased you came to our little housewarming, Dr. Hartung," I replied. "We had fun, too. By the way, you have plans for the rest of the day?"
"Well, I don't know. Let me ask Scott," he stalled.
"Before you do," Dave put in, "we have an ulterior motive." Dave was reading my mind, again. "We have a couple of friends in need of new digs in town. One of them just landed a great job and will be moving out of Las Vegas in the next couple of weeks. We hoped Scott could give him some ideas of what was available in their price range."
"I thought it was for my sparkling bedside manner," Grant put in, laughing.
"Well, that too, of course," I replied. Our phone beeped. "Another call coming in, Doc. You talk to Scott and I'll get right back to you with a decision on the boys coming to dinner tonight to celebrate."
"Okay. I'll hold," he agreed.
Gene and Kurt were eager to celebrate with us. They offered to bring dinner, but I had no idea what they could order for delivery that would be any good, other than pizza. So, they agreed to order pizza for six (hoping Grant and Scott would make it). Gene offered to pick up several bottles of champagne to complete the celebration. I assured him we had adequate champagne, so they only had to bring themselves and some answers for Scott. Even though this would be rushing them, they were excited about discussing a home purchase with a real estate agent who'd be tolerant of their inexperience.
I clicked the receiver once and got Grant back on the phone. "You gonna join us?" I asked.
"Yep. What time?" he replied.
"We were thinking of anytime you could get your butts in gear. We'd be able to get all that real estate stuff out of the way early, and then kick back and celebrate," Dave proposed.
"Scott has to go by the office to pick up his computer and download the latest listings," Grant remarked. "So, we'll be there within another hour. That okay?"
"Sure," Dave assured them. "Kurt and Gene won't be here for at least 30 minutes, probably more, the way those two have been fuckin' each other to death."
The boys arrived before Scott and Dr. Hartung. They insisted that they'd be staying after Grant and Scott left so we could be rewarded properly for introducing them as well as getting Gene his new job. We protested again that Gene got the job, not us. We only got the ball rolling. But, we were always eager to bed them for any reason. So, we agreed that later this evening, both boys would be ridden hard, and sent home with smiles. Tomorrow was a work day for us, and Kurt would have classes, too.
As it was none of our business what kind of salary Gene would be pulling in, we left Scott, Kurt, and Gene in the living room, while Grant and we relaxed in the sun room. Grant admired our orchid collection, suggesting items to watch for. "Get a good systemic bug killer for these plants. At least one of them will have brought in some 'friends' that the other plants don't want. It always happens. I'd recommend something like Cygon 2E. The stuff stinks really badly, but it's extremely effective on all kinds of bugs. And it's feeding time, too, January through August or September. There are lots of commercial orchid foods out there. Even Kroger probably has some," he suggested.
"How do you know so much about orchids?" Dave asked.
"One of my partners at the clinic is nuts for them," he replied. "Didn't you see them when you came in for your physicals?"
"Uh, sorry," I apologized. "I didn't think they were real. They're so perfect I thought they were silk flowers."
"I'll never repeat that to Dr. Campbell. He'd have a major coronary!" Grant laughed.
"Well, I noticed them, but I thought they were fake, too," Dave defended. "And I'm not so sure that's not a compliment."
"You're right," Grant allowed. "That IS a compliment. But, I think I'll take some special care with the phrasing."
We chattered on about his clinic practice and some of the funny things that they see there. The level of medical ignorance in some of their patients is heartbreaking. But, with each visit, he tries to education all of them in some way. Keith and Karl have been wonderful in that regard. There have been times when they could get away with saying things that he couldn't. Or, they'd reinforce something that a doctor said in a way that was clearer to the patient. Of course, he was asked frequently for their phone numbers. He always said that was up to them, not him, to arrange their dates.
Dave went into the living room to see how they were doing on the real estate front. They were making progress, but needed a little more time. However, by the time the pizza was ordered and delivered, they'd be ready. We agreed on three giant pizzas, each one different from the other. He called the order in, checked the champagne to be sure it was properly chilled while Grant and I tossed a salad.
Preparations were completed as the doorbell rang. A cute, young man delivered the pizza, sized up the hot, hunky men in the house, and concluded it was a bunch of queers. He asked, "Any of you single? I need a built boyfriend!"
"Sorry," Dave answered. "Everyone here is taken. But, we do have a lot of single friends. Give us a number where they can reach you, and you can arrange your own blind dates." As he wrote down his phone number and name, he mentioned that he loved them hunky, versatile, and color was definitely NOT an issue. Dave tipped him well and sent him on his way, pocketing the kids phone number.
"You have someone in mind," I asked with a smile. I could read him like a book.
"I'll bet Sean would love that perky ass of his, just for starters."
I agreed.
After devouring dinner like we'd been put on an all-day fast, we got down to business with the home search for Kurt and Gene. Gene was evidently being paid well as they were looking at homes in our general range of prices. Kurt couldn't put in any money as he was a student without an income. This would be Gene's house for the foreseeable future. And that made good sense. They had only met, after all.
"How about this one?" Gene asked, looking at the computer screen. Scott had pulled up a number of properties that they'd been toggling through.
"Yeah," Kurt agreed. "I like it, too." We gathered in closer. The place had nice curb appeal from the picture.
"Let's see," Scott murmured. "An older listing, spacious, motivated owner, and, oh shit!" he said laughing. "And located right behind you, Mike and Dave."
"Is it available to take a look right now?" Gene asked, nearly beside himself with impatience and glee.
"Let me check with the listing agent," Scott replied, reaching for his cell phone. He looked for the listing agent's number, quickly dialing it. "Scott Erskine here. I have a client interested in one of your properties, the one on Royal Court." He paused. "Yes, that's the one. Would it be okay to take the clients through now?" He paused again. "Okay, we'll be right there!" Scott disconnected and smiled. "Open house today! Let's go! But, first, a quick look at the exterior through the back fence."
We looked at each other, and then raced to the sun room to get a better look. "They've taken good care of the yard and the house seems to be in good repair from this angle," Scott remarked. We went outside and gazed between the boards of their back fence to get a better vista. It still looked good. "They probably put it on the market because of all the fags moving into the neighborhood," he deadpanned. We looked at him, startled. A smirk spread over his face. He was putting us on, but we hadn't been sure. Homophobia isn't pretty in any guise.
"How about a walk around the block to work off some of that pizza, before we check out the interior of the place," Grant proposed. We grabbed our jackets and headed out the door. Scott led the procession, remarking on other houses and their probable appraisals.
"As I recall," Scott indicated, "the owners are empty nesters. They want to downsize. And the place has been listed for a while. So, the asking price is probably a little soft." We slowed as we approached the property with the For Sale sign. It had an English Tudor look to it, but a smaller version, not those grand mansions often shown on television owned by movie stars. Kurt and Gene walked across the street to get another view of it. We moved ahead to give them an unobstructed view.
When they joined us again, Gene sighed. "The outside looks good, but the inside is going to be the problem, I'm afraid. As I remember, the kitchen and baths are original."
"I'll have to check on that," Scott allowed. "I hadn't remembered that issue." He paused. "And it would explain the price." He could see the disappointment on their faces.
"Look, instead of speculating, let's just go inside," Grant suggested.
As much as they liked the house from the exterior, they were disappointed in the interior. The house was spacious enough, but the rooms were dark. The overgrown landscaping added to the gloom of the interior. The baths and kitchen were ancient, although well cared for.
"The house is livable," Scott encouraged. "You'd need to hack back some of the outside vegetation to get some light in here, repaint or repaper several rooms to lighter colors, and then decide what to do about updating the baths and kitchen. It's doable." Scott paused, then leaned in conspiratorially. "The agent let the cat out of the bag by telling me that this open house had been a quiet one. That's real estate code for hardly anyone has come by who isn't a nosy neighbor."
"Yeah, but how much to do all that remodeling?" Gene asked disappointedly. "I'm not very handy."
"Nor am I," Kurt put in. "I can change batteries in a flashlight or change a light bulb, but I don't have the patience to paint or wallpaper. I helped my dad with one room, ONCE. He sent me away within 30 minutes!"
"The landscaping problem is easy to fix," I suggested. "Give me those pruning shears and I'll have it whipped in half a day. Besides, I'll bet we could talk Joe into coming back this Spring for the new landscaping of our place and get him to do this one, too."
"That would help a little, but the painting and wallpaper, plus new carpets aren't going to be cheap," wailed Gene.
"I know a couple of good painters who work cheap this time of year," Scott added hopefully. "Laying the carpet is cheap, but the true cost will depend on how expensive the actual carpet is that you pick out. You can always put off the remodel of the house until you feel more flush with cash."
"The cash isn't the problem," Gene indicated. "But, I'll have to make a decision on where I want to put it. I told you that the team gave me a signing bonus just like the new players get. But, I wanted to use that for Kurt's college expenses."
"We should have talked about this before, Gene," Kurt smiled. "You shouldn't be worried about my college expenses. I have a full ride scholarship in basketball." Gene was stunned. He knew Kurt was an athlete. That wonderful body had to be good at something besides incredible sex.
"See what happens when you assume things," Dave pointed out. "You guys hardly know each other and you're making decisions based on what you think instead of what you know, Gene. The hardest thing you'll have to talk about is money. It's the cause of more breakups than sex. And that's something else you have to talk about. Both of you have sexual pasts that you need to talk over. It doesn't have to be immediately, like money does, but you do have to discuss it."
"I'll bet Scott knows some capable contractors that won't gouge you for the remodel," I cut in. "And I'm sure Linc still knows a few contractors, too. It'd be great to have you in the neighborhood, but you need to make sure the house is what you want and can afford, first."
"I do like the lay of the place," Kurt admitted. "If we can afford it, and the remodel isn't too expensive, you have my vote, Gene."
"You think the asking price is soft enough that I can get it plus the remodel for a fair price"? Gene asked Scott. "What I'm really asking is what would the price of the place be if all the remodeling and repainting had been done by the current owners? That's the price I'm willing to discuss."
"Let me talk to the listing agent," Scott agreed. "In the meanwhile, Mike can ask Linc to scare up some remodelers and I can ask a couple of contractors I know to take a look at the place, too. We won't make an offer on the place until after we've done our homework."
We wandered through all the rooms again, remarking on easy fixes or decorating ideas that would work in each room. As an older house, closet space was inadequate, but by adding hanging rods and shelving, it could be brought up to current standards.
Dave looked out one of the spacious windows overlooking the backyard. "You'll have to put a gate in that fence between our yards, so Mike and I can sneak over here and molest you guys. We have a need to get powerfucked by big muscles every once in a while, ya know!" I grinned and nodded my head.
"Don't think for a minute that you'll be the neighborhood bottoms," Kurt smiled.
"I know how good you guys are as tops," Gene agreed. "I think there'll be more powerfucking of the muscle boys than you think. Kurt and I both loved to get fucked and you guys are the best!"
Grant and Scott joined us at the back of the house. "You really can't see your sun room from here, can you?" Grant said. "Both houses have good privacy."
"They're motivated to sell. They've already moved into a condominium on the west side. They own this place free and clear. There have been no offers, so far. That's the good news," Scott related.
"And the bad news?" Kurt asked.
"The agent's a moron!" Scott whispered. "He's clueless. I don't know how he'd advise them on a low offer. They could, of course, ignore his advice. If they have an offer in hand and don't want hang on to this place forever, it could happen. Let me run some comps and see what a house like this (which has been updated) would go for in this area. I'll get back to you tomorrow with that information, and you can put the remodel bids you'll be getting with the asking price to see how low you'll have to go."
"Fair enough," Gene agreed. "Let's get outta here. There's too much coming at me at once, and I need to escape!"
"Me, too," laughed Kurt. "I'm overwhelmed."
Returning to our house, Kurt pulled a lemon sorbet from the freezer, dishing some up for everyone, and emptying the carton.
While we were enjoying the sorbet, Grant suggested, "I know a design and graphic arts professor at the college, a patient of mine."
"Queer?" I asked.
"Of course," he responded smiling. "I'll bet his class would love to work on a project like your new home. Well, potential new home. All the design work, cost estimates, drawings, and so forth would be free. How can you beat that price!"
"I like it!" Kurt boomed. "But, we'd have to be sure they understood they aren't redecorating the Taj Mahal."
"They'd be given a budget to stay within," Grant volunteered. "Of course, they'd be free to add whistles and bells to make it more fun, but the basic design would have to come in under budget. Mostly, the upgrades would be for nicer cabinets, granite counters, hi-tech appliances, that sort of thing."
"And we aren't in a huge rush," Gene pointed out. "We'll get some kind of estimate from the remodel contractors in a couple of days so we'd know the approximate budget, then let the designers get creative. When we finally get the best drawings and specifications, we'd move to an apartment for a couple of months and let them tear the place apart."
"You needn't do that," Dave corrected. "I'm sure Mike and I can find room for you very nearby." He winked at me. I smiled encouragement. "And the continuous sex would be an added benefit!"
"Let's get the offer written up and accepted before you start gutting the place and fucking continuously," Scott cautioned. "We still don't know if they'll come down enough to make it worth doing."
Kurt and Gene sighed in acknowledgement. "You're right, of course," Gene agreed.
"We need to get the ball rolling. I'll call the contractors I know, now, and ask them to meet us at the house at nine tomorrow morning," Scott proposed. "Mike, you call Linc and ask if he still has contacts in town who can handle the paint and wallpaper, and maybe, the total project."
I called Linc at the hotel while Scott made his calls. Linc said he'd call me back within the hour with results. Scott connected with only one of his contractors, but left a detailed message with the answering machine of the other one. There wasn't much more we could do than wait. Grant and Scott saw that they weren't able to add anything more, and they did have some "horizontal" discussions to take care of between them. That left the four of us to wait for Linc's return call.
"I had to chase down one of them, but he'll be there tomorrow at nine," Linc related an hour later. "But, that'll give you one painting contractor and two remodeling contractors. I trust both of them completely. One is gay, the others aren't. I'll let you figure out who it is," he laughed. I thanked him for his help and wished them a safe trip home to Las Vegas.
"Any champagne left?" Gene asked. "I don't feel like we've celebrated my new job adequately."
"Lots of champagne left," Dave said. "But, I have a better idea for celebrating," he leered.
"You read my mind," Gene smiled back. "I know Kurt's always up for it."
"Powerfucking my ass is your only option, Dave," Gene insisted.
"That means you'll have to bang away on my butt until you flood me with your hot daddy sperm, Mike," Kurt grinned at me.
Dave and I looked at each other, then, nodded. "What position?" Dave asked.
"Face to face is how I want you to cum," Gene suggested. "But, I want your dick deep in my ass in every other position you can think of before then."
"Same for me," Kurt chimed in.
We headed toward the master bedroom, shedding clothes with each step. Kurt's round, muscled ass beckoned me forward. Dave was mesmerized by Gene's solid, muscle-builder frame. As if reading our minds, both studs crawled on to the bed doggie style. Butt eating was a favorite of theirs, too, I recalled.
With practiced hands, Dave and I pulled apart the luscious melon buns before us. Kurt's lightly fuzzed butt flexed at my touch. Gene's smooth ass relaxed at Dave's touch, as Gene bent lower to open his hard buns for Dave's tongue. I pried Kurt's globes apart, kissing each newly revealed inch of hard flesh. I reached between his legs and felt his hard 12" cock jerking. I pulled back on it, forcing his ass to elevate and spread for me.
"Real pretty ass, Kurt," I murmured. I moved forward, roaming my extended tongue along his ass trench, veering around his pucker and ending at his heavy nuts, my nose almost buried in his winking hole.
"Fuck, Mike! Don't tease me like that!" he begged.
I moved closer to the agreed target. "Is this more like it?" I growled, spearing his quavering hole with my elongated tongue.
"Fuck, YEAH!" he moaned.
I munched, slurped, and ate at his sweet teen hole, pressing my tongue inside as frequently as he'd relax. Kurt assisted by pulling his tight ass cheeks apart with both big hands. My face was buried deep in his hot butt, lubing up his ass chute as far as my tongue would stretch.
Gene moaned loudly, "Yeah, BIG fuckin' dick in my ass. Fuck it, Man! Breed that big ass!" Dave had moved ahead with fucking. Gene's well-eaten butt hole was receiving long strokes from a massive, 11", black, horsedick. He'd been taking Kurt's 12" most of last night, but Dave's was certainly thicker.
"Need something a little thicker and longer?" I asked Kurt.
"Yeah! A big, fuckin' daddy dick!" he responded.
Dave had pushed Gene to the mattress. Only Gene's beautiful round ass was off the bed, his hips gyrating with each deep thrust of Dave's pounding butt stretcher. Kurt and I joined them with identical positions. Gene and Kurt smiled at each other, holding hands while their hungry holes were eagerly consuming fat, plunging cocks. Watching two big men take thick cock up the ass was becoming too much for me. I was gonna shoot too soon, if we kept this pace and position up.
I looked over at Dave. He glanced in my direction. His pace deliberately slowed. He was as close as I was. "I think it's time for some face-to-face action," I suggested. Dave nodded and pulled out. Twisting Gene around with his overly stimulated dick still in Gene's ass would have been too much for Dave's throbbing, black ass reemer.
"You, too, Sweetcheeks," I said patting Kurt on his hard, round ass. "Daddy's gonna cum too soon if you don't turn over." I pulled out and waited for Gene and him to get onto their backs. Butch boys that they are, they lifted their heavily muscled legs and spread their hungry butt cheeks.
"Ready, Daddy," they said in unison. Dave and I laughed in spite of ourselves. Our condom-clad dicks jerked and waved at their needy butts.
"You are gonna get so fucked, Big Man!" Dave smiled, leaning in and kissing Gene. "I love it when your tight ass tries to bite off my fat dick. Makes me wanna spray my hot cum deep in your hole, Man!" Dave's thick cock slipped deeper into Gene's stretched back door.
"Fuck, yeah! Grind in that last fat inch! FUCK!" Gene roared.
Kurt and I had been watching the action next to us. My 9" cock slid deeper. Kurt grabbed my butt with both hands and pulled me hard into his ass. "Fuck me, Mike! I need your load!"
I leaned in and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "You'll get it soon enough, Studboy. And stop with the milking! I'll cum soon enough without that distraction!" But, it was too late. Kurt smiled up and me and milked harder.
"I want your cum, Daddy!" he whimpered, and grabbed my butt to force a faster pace. "Give it to me!"
I almost regretted the condom I'd put on. His ass always felt so damned good bareback. He was nearly as good as Dave. But, as Kurt and Gene were just getting started, it was better that Gene not be confronted by requiring condoms when they fucked, but not when Kurt fucked with us. That would be too tough to explain. So, a condom for everyone was the right thing to do. But, I still missed barebacking with Kurt.
We tried to keep a slow pace to prolong the fuck. But, Gene and Kurt wouldn't have any part of that action. With practiced skill, both bottoms had their tops squirting loads deep in their butts within another minute.
"FUCK!" Dave and I shouted in unison. "CUMMING!" we added. We held our breath to keep the climax from overwhelming us sooner than we wanted. But, that was as pointless as keeping a slow pace. The boys wanted the big dicks in their butts to squirt, NOW! And, they got their wish. We thrashed, fucked, yelled, and hammered our hapless bottoms, but truthfully, they were in control. We were only supplying the sperm and the motion. And even the motion was suspect. Gene and Kurt were holding our hard butts tightly, forcing the pace and depth of penetration.
"Damn!" Kurt finally said as my climax ebbed and I slowly pulled out. "You get better each time we fuck, Mike."
"You ain't so bad, either, for a kid," I smiled.
"How can you take a dick as big as Dave's, Mike? That things a monster," Gene pointed out.
"And Kurt's isn't?" Dave queried.
"Not as thick," Gene defended. "I'll need to practice more to take a big, thick one like yours. I guess that means that Kurt'll have to fuck me more!" he laughed.
"Not a chance!" Kurt bandied. "That big ol' dick is gonna be up my ass several times a day," he insisted.
"I guess I'll just have to come through the fence to get the practice then," Gene smiled evilly.
"Sorry," I broke in. "That big cock is servicing MY ass, not yours. Convince Kurt that his monster 12" butt fucker is cumming up your ass as often as he gets it hard."
Gene smiled at Kurt. "I like the way this man thinks!" he said.
"You both enjoy top and bottom," Dave observed. "I'm sure you'll come to some DEEPLY satisfying compromise."
"I'm sure we will," Kurt agreed. "But, that doesn't relieve you of your responsibility to fuck us often. It is, after all, YOUR fault that we found each other and you had a hand in Gene getting that great job that pays well enough that will allow us to move into this ritzy neighborhood."
"It ain't that grand!" I protested.
"Better than I'm used to, too!" Gene agreed.
We dressed and finally opened the last bottle of champagne. We toasted to Gene's good fortune, but toasted many more times to their future together.
Will Gene and Kurt be neighbors? They'll have issues to deal with in
their new relationship, too. MUCH more to cum!
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