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BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 52--A Nasty Surprise
Monday was a dreary day. Thick clouds and rain only added to the dismal, endless meetings that Dave and I attended all day long at our different jobs. When the day was over, we couldn't get out of the office fast enough. I'd expected to hear from Kurt by noon, but there were no messages. Evidently, he and Gene had decided that they could more productively spend their time fucking, before Gene's plane left for Las Vegas, than talking to Dave and me.
Upon reflection, there wasn't much for them to tell us anyway. The contractors had a chance to look the house over during the morning, but wouldn't have any kind of monetary or time estimates for a few days. So, there was nothing to tell (other than how many times they'd fucked each other before Gene's plane left). Kurt had classes today, but between classes, he was probably sacked out, needing to recover from an exhausting night full of endless sex. Let him rest, I told myself. He'll call when he has something to share.
Dave and I met at the gym. I'd just opened my locker after talking to Trevor at the front desk when Dave strode in. His countenance was as cloudy as the weather. "Tough day?" I asked.
"You have no idea," he snapped. But then, he smiled. "It ain't your fault, Mike. I'm sorry I growled at you. A shitty day that needs a heavy workout to release some tension."
"I have another way to do that," I grinned evilly. "And far more satisfying."
He glanced over at me, stopping in mid-motion. His shirt hung limply in his hand, his slacks unbuttoned and unzipped in a pool of fabric at his feet. His face was blank, then, the light came on. He grinned back at me. "I know what you're up to, Mike. But, I need to release some steam before I release some sperm. That'll give me something to look forward to," he added. Me, too, I thought!
As Monday was "back day", we did a few stretches to warm up, then, hit the machines and free weights. Dave attacked the pull-down lat machine particularly hard, pulling more weight than I could by 40 pounds. He did the same on the seated rowing equipment. By the time we finished our reverse flies, both of us were drenched in sweat. I staggered over to the elliptical walkers for my aerobics. Dave slipped into a body-pump class that had just started. At the end of another 45 minutes, I finished my aerobics and did some abdominal work. Dave joined me for my last two sets.
"Feeling better?" I asked.
"Some," he sighed.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Later," was his one-word response. Something was clearly bugging him. I knew better than to press. He'd reveal it when he was ready.
We went into the locker room, tugged off our sweaty clothes, grabbed towels, and headed to the showers. Dave sighed loudly as the hot water splashed over his tired frame. I reached a hand out, gliding it over his round, muscular ass. His eyes flew open. He looked me over, noticing my expanding cock. He backed up to it and bent over. "Fuck me, Mike!" he insisted. I grabbed his hips and pushed my hard cock between his luscious buns. My rammer skidded up his tight ass crack and bounced off his tailbone.
"Maybe we ought to take this into the sauna, Sweetcheeks," I offered, whispering in his ear as I licked the lobe. He looked over his shoulder, then, stood up to follow me. I grabbed my towel, but in the process of bending over to grab it, Dave speared my butt with his 11" spike. "FUCK!" I groaned in surprise, clamping my ass lips around the head of his giant phallus. "You're needy, aren't ya?" I moaned over my shoulder. He leaned in and kissed me on the neck. Another inch slipped in before he backed out completely.
"You have no idea how much I need you, Mike," he whispered into my ear as he dry humped my ass trench, pressing his nuts hard against my butt. His long dick rubbed against the small of my back. "I sure hope the sauna's empty," he leered.
Strategically placing our towels, we walked rapidly from the showers to the sauna. The door creaked open and we peeked inside. A couple of guys were fucking, their backs to the door. They jumped and pulled apart. The slender, redheaded guy on the bottom smiled when he saw our erect cocks. "Come on in!" he grinned. "I could use a couple of big ones like yours in my ass."
"No thanks," Dave declined. "You seem busy enough right now and we have something to finish between us." We backed out and closed the door as they resumed their mating. "Steam room?" he suggested. I nodded.
I led the way. In the few steps to the steam room, Dave had slipped two fingers up my hungry butt. I stopped to pull the door open, allowing his big fingers to slide in to the last knuckle of his wide hand. They wiggled, searching for my prostate. When he located it, I groaned and bent over slightly. My dick slapped hard against my abs with a splat of precum. As eager as he was to fuck me, I was silently glad that I'd had the good sense to snare my shaving kit from my locker when I'd grabbed a towel for my shower. Although it was an ordinary- looking shaving kit, it was jammed with condoms and lube.
With his fingers and broad hand, he steered me to the upper benches. "Lay down on your stomach, Mike. I gotta big load that I need to shoot deep!" I spread out my towel and stretched out on it. Handing him the lube, I pulled apart my ass cheeks. He smiled at me. "Always the boy scout," he chuckled.
"That monster ain't goin' in this white boy asshole without lots of lube," I assured him.
"You've taken it with just a good rimmin', ya know," he corrected me.
"You seemed a little needier today," I observed. "I wasn't sure you'd be takin' the time to eat my butt before you laid some deep pipe."
"Point conceded," he agreed. His lube-smeared, jerking horse cock waved menacingly at me. Two fingers, then three, greased my eager chute. "You have no idea how much I need this, Mike," he murmured, stretching out along my back, pressing his fat dickhead against my ass lips. He glided in effortlessly. I raised my hips to assist him, hungry to get all of his thick 11" up my round butt.
He ground in the last inch and kissed the back of my neck. My hips settled on to the towel, dragging him by his thick post with me. My hard, dripping cock rubbed against the soft towel. "Use me, Dave. Fuck the shit outta me!" I knew from past experience that when he was in a dark mood like today, he needed to hammer my ass, not make love to me.
"Yeah! Fuckin' that hot, tight, white manbutt!" he growled. "Gonna make a deposit so deep your teeth'll be floatin'."
"Don't hold back, Man! Give it to me!" I urged. "Hammer that HOLE!" Dave hooked his hands around my shoulders and pulled me hard into each deep thrust up my butt. He kissed my ears and neck, breathing harder with each penetration. His hot breath raised my sexual temperature rapidly.
I reached back and grabbed his hard, pistoning ass. His tempo increased. I begged him to fuck me harder. "Whitewash my guts, Dave! Give me your hot cum!" His breathing sounded like a steam locomotive racing to gain momentum before climbing a steep hill, a climax hill so high that his dick juice would flood my thirsty ass in deep, hard, creamy jabs. I spread my legs and raised my hips, giving him less of my muscled ass cheeks to plow through and getting him deeper into my ass channel.
"Hot fuckin' ASS!" he exploded. I felt his entire body stiffen. He couldn't withstand the climax pressure in his nuts, but he wanted to enjoy the high the first wave would bring. "FUCK!" he shouted. His steely cock rammed in deep and fired hard. I felt his first shot spray my lubed guts, as his bull nuts flushed creamy sperm deep into me. His hips rose slightly, then, thrust forward with all his strength, spreading and stretching my ravaged hole with his thick root, grinding his wiry pubes into my tender asshole lips. "FUCK!" he repeated in a growl as the second and third volleys sprayed my ass walls. He pulled hard against my shoulders, trying to plow and plant deeper with each wave of sperm creaming my butt chute. I met each thrust with raised hips, begging for the last, thick half inch of dick and more cum.
"Fuck my ass, Dave! Fuck it!" I boomed. "Hammer it!" Dave did that and more. The more I begged, the harder he fucked me. I knew he had stopped firing cum and was only dripping, now, but I didn't care. I wanted that thick, black log deep in my ass, rubbing against my brutalized prostate until he couldn't stand it.
"Shit," he laughed, pulling out with a wet plop. "You know how sensitive my dick gets after cummin'."
"Aw," I sighed. "I wanted more cum in my ass." I turned and held his slowly shrinking dick. "Look," I pointed, stroking gently on the shaft. Cum drops rolled out, hung briefly at the piss slit, and slowly fell to my lips. His drooling dick was sensitive, but if I milked the shaft and sucked the head without using my tongue, I could get more of his creamy, sweet load.
"Gawd, you are so fuckin' good!" Dave exclaimed. Pulling away from my nursing lips, he leaned over and kissed me. I shared a few drops of his delicious cum. "My turn," he said rolling over and pushing his hot, round, muscular, black butt into my face. But, before my tongue could connect with his beautiful butt, the door opened. "Shit!" Dave snarled under his breath. It was one of the straight guys.
"We'll have to continue this later," I muttered. We left the steam room, and showered.
As we were toweling off, Trevor came into the shower room. "You got any condoms, Dave?"
"Mike does," he answered.
"In my shaving kit over there," I pointed. "What's up?"
"A really hot bottom is taking on everyone with a big cock and full nuts," he grinned. "I didn't wanna miss out."
"Yeah? Where?" I asked, hoping for more details.
"Sauna."
"Redhead?" Dave asked.
"That's the guy," Trevor confirmed. "You do him already?"
"Naw," Dave answered. "He was taking a big one earlier though, when we checked him out."
"He'd love to take on a couple of big cocks, like you guys have," he assured us. "I hear he's really talented, with a tight ass and a deep throat. He's a college kid, but experienced beyond his years from the sounds of it."
"Perhaps, some other time," I allowed.
"I'm sure I can get a name and number from him, so you can fuck him later," Trevor offered.
"I'd rather fuck you, Trevor," Dave grinned. The trainer brightened, giving Dave a huge smile. "But, not now. Mike just drained my nuts and I'm not ready for another, yet."
"Raincheck, then?" he begged. "Both of you?" he gallantly added.
"Sure," Dave agreed and I nodded. Trevor, I remembered, is a great, eager bottom. His body showed the hard weight training routine he worked through nearly every day. We loved working him over from both ends.
After dinner, Dave pulled some seasoned wood from the basement that the previous owners had left. Stacking them well in the fireplace, he turned on the gas starter, and struck a match. The slender, foot-long pipe ignited the gas escaping through tiny holes. The blue flames licked hungrily at the paper and kindling Dave had placed in the bottom of the fireplace grate. In another five minutes, he turned off the gas starter. The seasoned, pitchy oak crackled and popped as the fire slowly consumed it. I replaced the fireplace screen, then, stood next to Dave admiring his handiwork.
Warm, romantic jazz played unobtrusively from one of the music channels I'd selected from the satellite service, while Dave had been building the fire. I put my right arm around his slender waist. "I love you, Dave," I murmured, staring into the fire.
He turned and kissed my right ear. "I love you, too, Babe."
The fire was getting warm. I moved away and sat on the floor with my back against an overstuffed ottoman. "Sit beside me?" I asked.
He joined me, taking off his shoes and socks. "I love warming my feet by a fire," he said absently. I turned, studying his face. Dave was still upset about something from the office. He turned toward me. I kissed his full lips, rubbing my hands over his broad chest. "You trying to turn me on?" he smiled, his low voice rumbling through his hard chest.
"Maybe," I smiled slightly, kissing him, again.
He looked away. "There's no way to say this, other than to say it," he whispered. He looked back at me. "Mike, I think I'm gonna get fired."
"What? Why?" I stammered.
"Cause I'm a fag," he sighed.
"What? They can't do that?" I blustered.
"Sure they can," he spat. "They can do any fuckin' thing they want to us fags."
"But, Dave..."
"But, nothin'," he snarled. "My boss, one of the partners, let it out to the managing partner that I was living with another man and that we'd bought a house together. He was at the housewarming, so he's seen us, Mike."
"How did that come up in polite conversation?" I asked.
"I have no idea, but the managing partner has a thing about fags, my boss found out. He's real sorry, of course, about letting it out. But, the damage is done now," he sighed. "Fuck!" he shouted at no one in particular, pounding the floor.
"So, you're gonna get fired because you're a fag?" I shook my head in wonderment. "This can't be happening. You've gotten great annual reviews and big salary increases over the last few years. You've told me that!" I couldn't believe they could do this.
"What's to stop them?"
"I don't know," I wailed. "Sue their asses off for wrongful termination," I suggested weakly.
"They don't have to terminate me for cause, Mike," he sighed. He clearly knew more about law than I did, but I couldn't see him giving up so easily. "They can just fire my butt and that's that."
"You don't have to work for those assholes," I cautioned. "You could work for another one of the firms here in town."
"The way those fuckers would blackball me, I'll never work again!" he shouted.
"Hey, I'm on your side. Remember?"
"Yeah, sorry," he smiled. "I know you're trying to be helpful, Mike. I just don't know where to turn or what to do about it."
"First thing you do is get legal counsel and fight those butt holes," I demanded. Before I could finish my thought, the phone rang, then, the doorbell. "Fuck!" I fumed. "I'm not giving up on this Dave! I'll get the phone, you get the door."
Uncle Clay was on the line. He wanted to thank us again for inviting him up for the housewarming. "Most fun I've had with my clothes on," he said. "So, how's Dave?" he added. I launched into an abbreviated version of Dave's fears about his job. Clay listened closely, like he was taking notes.
"Well, that fuckin' ties it!" Dave sighed. "The fuckhead didn't waste any time." I looked up from the phone to see Dave waving a paper at me. "They fuckin' fired my ass! Didn't even have the courtesy of doing it face to face."
"Gawd! That's awful, Dave!" I consoled. "They did it, Uncle Clay," I said back into the phone. "Fired him by letter just delivered by messenger."
"Put Dave on the line," Clay insisted. I handed the phone to Dave, telling him who it was.
"Hi, Clay," Dave greeted my uncle. He was trying to be upbeat, but it was hard to do when he'd just been terminated from a job he'd had for seven years. "Yeah? You think so? Really?" Dave listened to Uncle Clay. "You don't have to do this, ya know," he added. "Yeah, sure, do that. I got nowhere else to go tonight."
He hung up, but he wasn't quite so down. "What'd Uncle Clay have to say?" I pressed.
"Well," Dave smiled crookedly, "I'm not sure, but I think I have counsel."
"Yeah? What'd he say!"
"He's gonna call his company's counsel and see if my firm can do to me what they just did. The casino parent company has properties in most states, so they'll be familiar with labor laws nearly everywhere. And," he smiled, "are you ready for this?" I nodded vigorously. "He's gonna call that guy we met at the New Year's Eve party who knows the asshole managing partner here and see what he can do, too."
"Damn! Uncle Clay IS well connected, but I didn't think he could be any help from Las Vegas," I mused. "What was the guy's name? I remember his wife, Cynthia, but not his name."
"John Wells."
"Yeah."
"Clay mentioned again that John Wells knew this asshole managing partner, Mr. Fucknuts. If anyone had the inside scoop on him, John would. But, I remember him saying that a couple of the partners were great guys. However, I don't think Lester Mason's name came up. Funny that he didn't mention the managing partner."
"Maybe, he thought it better to leave his name out of the conversation instead of saying something nasty about him?" I suggested hopefully.
"Maybe," Dave allowed skeptically.
"You gonna go in tomorrow and pick up your stuff," I asked.
"Oh, no!" Dave smiled sarcastically. "They made it abundantly clear in the letter that my 'personal items' would be boxed up tomorrow and sent by courier to my last known address, along with my final paycheck. Fuckers!"
"Shit! They really don't want you darkening their doorstep again, do they!"
"Yeah." Dave smiled. "Ya know, I could use the time off, anyway."
"I'm gonna take off a couple of days with ya, too," I volunteered.
"You don't need to, Mike. This is my problem," Dave allowed.
"Our problem, my love," I corrected. "We're in this together. If I'm gonna support you the rest of my life, I wanna get some rent outta that hot ass of yours. And that starts with nonstop fucking all day tomorrow." Dave laughed. "You think I'm kidding?"
"I know you are. We can't afford this place on just one salary and pay the rest of our bills, too. Besides, I'm an expensive habit to maintain. You said it yourself," he smiled. "But, I do like the way you think. I wouldn't mind a few days of heavy fucking and sucking with you, Mike. We haven't had a real honeymoon, ya know."
"I'm calling my boss and telling him a family emergency came up and I'll not be in the rest of the week," I said with finality. "I've got the time and the shit on my desk can wait."
I made the call, explaining a vague family emergency. My boss was concerned, but as I wasn't giving out any details, he let it slide. I'd always been reliable, so he didn't think to question me further.
A moment later, the phone rang. Uncle Clay was brimming over with good news. "John Wells knows Lester Mason, knows him and hates him," Clay began. "He said he was going to call a few of the other partners to see if they know what he's done to Dave. I just heard from him and the two he's already spoken with said that they knew nothing about it and were startled and dismayed that he'd act so unilaterally and precipitously."
"Could be window dressing," Dave cautioned as I listened in on the extension.
"Possibly, but not the way John went on about Lester Mason. Evidently, he's done similar things in the past and gotten away with it. But, not this time, John told me. He even asked if you had counsel, yet. When I told him I wasn't sure, he said he'd gladly do it for free, just so he could fuck over the old goat," Clay laughed.
"He really said that?" Dave laughed.
"Oh, yeah," Clay confirmed, "and much worse."
"No love lost between them," I butted in. "I wonder why so much bad blood between them."
"I don't know, but it runs deep," Clay surmised. "Hang on. Another phone call coming in. It may be John, again."
We held for a few minutes, smiling at each other. This could work out, I hoped. I assured Dave that we'd weather this together, no matter what. He smiled, and told me how much he loved me. I said I looked forward to making him prove that as soon as we got off the phone with Uncle Clay. He leered back at me, unzipped his pants and mooned me. I walked into the kitchen from the sunroom (where the cordless phone was) and dropped to my knees. I licked and sucked on his asshole like a starving man for several minutes. This phone call from Uncle Clay was gonna cost Clay as we hung on the silent line.
I stood and dropped my pants to the floor. My hard cock dripped precum. I aimed it at Dave's bent over form and pushed slowly inside. Fuck, he was tight! I pulled out and dropped to my knees again, pushing my tongue in deeper and spreading spit around the inside of his fuck channel. Standing again, I slipped in more easily, stabbing my hunky, black lover's hole to my thick root. "Fuck! You feel good inside me," Dave moaned.
I began a slow fuck rhythm. But, it didn't last. Uncle Clay interrupted us, again. I pulled out so we could concentrate on what he was saying instead of our need to mate. Dave was keenly disappointed that I wasn't continuing my lovemaking, but I assured him that my dick would be back in his ass, soon. He smiled.
"It was my legal department," Clay revealed. "In the middle of consulting with them, John called back again. Which do you wanna hear first? The good news or the good news?"
We laughed. "Uh, let's see," Dave giggled. "What were my choices again?"
"Smartass!" Uncle Clay laughed. I heard Linc on the extension in Las Vegas laughing, too.
"You are not gonna believe this," Linc began. "But, Clay knows it in detail, so he should be tellin' ya."
"Okay, here it goes," Clay began. "The legal department says you have an iron-clad case. The county in which you reside (as does the company) has a sexual minorities statute. If the business does ANY work with the county, they must abide by the statute."
"We do a lot of business with the county," Dave laughed, getting the drift of where this was headed. "In fact, we're the county's lawyers for the big cases. I'm working on one right now."
"Perfect," Clay said. "Save that letter and the envelope it came in. That'll be Exhibit A for a BIG settlement, Dave."
"Okay. I'll put it in a safe place," Dave said warming to the situation.
"And now for the other good news," Clay went on. "John Wells has called all the other partners. Only three board members (including Mason) knew about it. The others were aghast that he'd be so high handed about this. They're calling a board meeting of the company tomorrow. As a member of the board, John will be conferencing in from Las Vegas."
"How'd he get on the board?" I asked.
"He worked there years ago," Clay revealed. "According to their bylaws, they need three of the seven members from outside the firm. So, John was asked to serve and agreed. However, he may have to recuse himself, as he knows Dave. But, that's not to say that he won't be weighing in on the discussion. He just won't be able to vote on the outcome."
"So, who else is on the board?" I asked. Clay mentioned the four partners, one of whom was Mr. Mason, John Wells, and a couple of law school professors in town who Dave knew.
"Looks like a slamdunk from John's perspective," Clay concluded. "And I know it is from my own legal staff. So, the question is, how much do you wanna make 'em sweat, Dave?"
"Well, we have to win it, first," Dave cautioned.
"We're talking damages here, Dave," Uncle Clay said. "John Wells tells me that Lester has been bad-mouthing you to the other lawyers in the firm all day long as well as into the evening. The non-voting partners were not told anything about it. Only the voting members of the board got the ear full."
"So, what do we do now?" I asked.
"Sit on your hands and enjoy the time off, I'd suggest," Clay advised. "Oh, I almost forgot. John said the board members weren't too happy with John representing your side of the situation, Dave. He told them directly that either they'd vote that guy Mason off the board, or John would sue their collective and individual socks off. He's also going to resign from the board after this vote. He can't believe that they were allowing this asshole to run the board without checking up on him. They were buying whatever he said without question. Evidently, he's fired other people for the same reason, but they weren't out of the closet enough to challenge him."
"Well, this will certainly yank me out of the closet, if I pursue it," Dave said idly.
"You can't seriously mean you'll let that asshole walk all over you, do you?" I nearly shouted.
"Being out to friends and family isn't the same as being out to your coworkers and clients," Linc said, defending Dave's momentary waffling.
"Dave! You can't be serious," I questioned.
He smiled. "Well, it is a big step," he wavered. "But, as long as you stick with me, I'm willing."
"Damn! Don't scare the shit outta me like that," I pouted. "I wondered for a moment if you were going back in the closet."
"Good for you, Dave," Linc and Clay said together.
"So, now, we just wait for the board meeting. Right?" Dave confirmed.
"Yep," Clay agreed. "John will call you tomorrow, if not before, to be sure you want him to represent you."
"Okay," Dave agreed. "Maybe, I should call him to ask him directly?"
"Good idea," Clay concurred. "Let me get his number." Clay rustled through some papers. "Here it is." He gave Dave the private number for John Wells. "He'll answer this line. His wife answers the other one. All that charity work she does made John get his own line," Clay chuckled.
"Thanks, Clay. I owe you big time," Dave said. "I'll call him right now." We hung up and Dave dialed John Wells' number in Las Vegas. I left Dave and John to talk strategy while I cruised the internet for the specific county statute relating to sexual minority protections. By the time I'd printed it off, Dave and John had concluded their call.
"Well, it isn't as rosy as Clay said," Dave began. "John talked again to the board members. Two of them agree with Lester Mason about us fags. One of the law professors is a strict constructionist, so we've probably lost his vote as well. So, it looks like the vote will be 4-3 against me," Dave sighed. "Well, 4-2 as John will recuse himself."
"Fuck!" I sighed, too. "Did John mention the county statute to them?"
"No. He decided to leave that as an ace in the hole," Dave revealed. "I don't know if he'll lay it on them during the board meeting or spring it on them later, if we're forced to sue the bastards. Right now, he's getting a lot of shit about this being a private company and they can terminate anyone that chose without cause. John even told them that under current court opinions, I have a property right to my job after all these years. They just laughed at him."
"Cocky pricks, aren't they."
"Yeah, they are," Dave agreed. "But John's totally convinced that I'm gonna win this. He has such a burr in his saddle about Lester Mason that he'll walk through broken glass barefoot to bring him down. There's some very bad blood between them. I don't know why he stayed on the board as long as he has. Oh, and John said we're including slander as well. That'll be tougher to prove, but he thinks we have a good shot at it."
"Geez! This is getting scary," I breathed heavily. "How about you? What are you thinking, Dave?"
"Well, I'm not about to toss my career in the trash, so I have no choice but to fight this," he said resignedly. "But, I wonder if I can ever work in this town again. You know how winning a case can be a Pyrrhic victory. You win the battle, but lose the war."
"Yeah, but I think you'll win big, Dave. I have confidence in you and John Wells to fuck these guys over REAL good," I boasted.
"John said it probably wouldn't go to trial. After the board meeting vote, we'll file suit. Labor disputes go to an arbiter first. If resolution can't be found, you go to court," Dave lectured. "But, John's absolutely convinced that the arbiter will tell the board that they have no case. It'll be like a summary judgment."
"How long do these things take?" I asked.
"Depends on how busy the arbiters are, I suppose," Dave shrugged. "John said he'd press for an early hearing as this case is so cut and dried. John's words were, 'They are gonna lose SO BIG!'"
"I wish I could share his confidence," I moaned. "Uncertainty so close to home is troubling, to say the least."
"Well, John gives me confidence. And I know enough about the law to trust his judgment on this," Dave smiled. "Just have faith, Mike."
"For you, I'll be a good soldier and leave it in your capable hands."
"And John's."
"Yeah, and John's."
We were so keyed up, we couldn't even think about sex. We went to bed and slept restlessly.
Early in the morning, I awoke. Dave was fidgeting. "You awake, Dave?" I asked.
"Yeah, you, too, I see."
"Yeah. Guess we're both worried."
"Yeah." His hand stole over to mine and squeezed it. "I love you, Mike. Thanks for being supportive."
"Sure, Sweetcheeks," I assured him. "This is harder on you than it is on me. Just remember I'm always here for ya."
"Make love to me, Mike. I need you." I smiled into the dark. My hand strayed to his broad, muscled chest. It moved down his bumpy abs to his bush. Soaring above was a fat, leaking dick.
"Got there ahead of me, did ya?" I chuckled softly.
"Mostly piss hard-on," he breathed hotly, "but I did mean it. I need you, Mike, deep in my ass, making love to me." His hand moved to my crotch. He wasn't disappointed in what he found. "Exactly what I need," he stated.
"Let's take a piss first," I suggested. "I fuck better when my bladder isn't so full." He agreed.
Back in bed, I lay atop him. We kissed softly, savoring the contact of our hard bodies against each other. My tongue probed and licked his full lips. He returned the probe. "Gawd, I love you, Mike," he whispered between one of our more ardent kisses. His legs raised as my hips danced on his lower abdomen. "You gotta fuck me," he insisted. I smiled down at him. Lovemaking takes more time and care than a hot fuck, I decided. Dave would get what he wanted, but I wanted to delay the final act as long as we could.
I moved down his body, spending more time than he wanted on what he called "extraneous items" like his nipples, navel, and full nuts. His leaking stallion dick jerked each time my cheek brushed it. I licked his long shaft, steering clear of the sensitive head and precum leaking piss slit. Sucking in his big nuts, I hummed a merry tune. Dave stroked his throbbing black post, enjoying my work on his gonads. I slapped his hand away, warning him that I had better things in mind.
Pushing his legs into his muscled chest, his ass cheeks spread, revealing a winking, hungry hole. My tongue slurped around his tight pucker, eliciting cries of pleasure each time my hot breath moistened his hole. He pulled his hard butt cheeks apart and begged again for me to tongue-fuck his ass.
"Gotta do it, Mike! Fuck my ass, Man!" he insisted. I smiled, but ignored his pleas. However, I was not without compassion. My tongue darted into his pulsating anus, laving across it in staccato fashion. He jumped and clasped at my oral digit, whimpering with need. "Gawd, Mike! Fuck me!" he begged, again.
"Soon, Dear, soon," I whispered huskily. My cock was throbbing and dripping precum as much as his was. Eating his butthole was turning me on as much as it was turning him on. One of his hands held my head, pressing my face hard into his needy butt. The other hand continued to pull his ass cheeks apart, hoping to get me deeper inside him. My tongue slithered deeper, sliming his satiny butt channel lining with saliva, as far up his ass as my tongue could thrust.
"Fuck me, Mike! PLEASE!" Dave boomed.
I reared up and looked at his lust-filled face. Leaning in, I kissed him, sharing the flavor of his nearly clean butthole. His sexual need increased. My leaking dickhead rubbed against his chewing hole. Both of his hands went to my ass and pulled me in. He relaxed at just the right time. Instead of the usual frustration of skidding up his ass and colliding with his balls, my dick drove deeply into him.
"Fuck, Yeah!" we moaned in unison. I drilled deeper, kissing him more passionately. He returned my passion, breathing like the steam engine of yesterday's session at the gym. I pulled out slowly, my dick rubbing hard against his prostate. I could feel his hard horse cock slap against my abs, leaving a trail of precum connecting my upper stomach and his leaking prick. His big hands urged me to fuck him faster and harder.
"Fuck ME!" he begged whimpering. "I'm so fuckin' close, Mike. Please, cum in my ass. I need you!" I smiled down at him. I was in control and I'd decide when we were going to cum.
WRONG!
Dave's talented ass muscles started milking my thick 9" cock. The sensitive, bloated cockhead sent signals to my full nuts. UNLOAD! Before I could protest, I was past the point of stopping my climax. Dave was already into his. I felt his first wave building. "Ah, SHIT!" he bellowed.
I hurriedly bent over, clamping my lips over his leaking dick. A weak squirt splashed between my lips. "FUCK!" he roared, and a strong second wave flushed a huge, creamy rope of cum into my thirsty throat. I swallowed, waiting for more dick juice. He bucked hard beneath me, ramming my cock deeper into his ass, then, burying his spasming dick deeper between my sucking lips.
We alternated between ramming my dick up his ass and Dave ramming his cock into my mouth. My climaxes hit me so hard that I couldn't keep sucking his dick and bury my shooting cock as deeply as it insisted it wanted to go into his depths. I shot forward, fucking his ass deeply, grinding in, and unloading more hot dick gravy. Nonsense monosyllables mumbled through my lips as more creamy sperm shot into Dave's ass. His load shot out again and again, coating his neck and pecs with an unbelievable amount of cum.
His hands grabbed my hard ass again, forcing me to fuck him harder and deeper, stimulating his prostate to signal his bull balls to produce more cum for him to shoot as well. I bucked into him again a final time, spasming in lesser waves as my climax subsided. He pulled my face down to his and kissed me lovingly.
"You're still the best damned fuck on the planet, Mike," he sighed smiling. His legs slowly descended as he pulled me up on to his cum-soaked chest. My dick popped out of his ass, leaving a slug trail of cum around his descending balls, and resting in his pubes. I didn't mind relaxing on his hard, wet chest. I loved this man. We could clean up later.
We napped for several minutes.
Dave rolled me off, the sticky cum leaving strands of cream between us. I turned around to a 69 and began cleaning sperm from his chest and stomach with my tongue. He returned the favor.
After breakfast, we tidied the house a bit. Another gloomy day didn't improve our spirits, even though we sat in the brighter sunroom. The messenger arrived with a box of Dave's personal items from the office, including his final check. He signed for the package. "Let's get outta here and go see a movie. There are a couple of them we've been wanting to see anyway," I suggested. "We'll stop by the bank on the way and put that fat check in your account."
"Might as well," Dave sighed. "The board meeting won't be over until at least noon, so why not."
The movie was moderately entertaining, but most of the good stuff we'd already seen in the previews. That didn't improve out dispositions, either.
"Let's hit the gym early and get that out of the way, after we see if John's called," I proposed. "Then, we can do a late lunch and make love the rest of the afternoon," I smiled. Dave grinned back in agreement.
The answering machine was blinking insistently. The only message was from John. "As anticipated, we lost the vote 4-2, as I couldn't vote. I resigned on the spot. One of the partners on our side mentioned the county statute, but the conservative law professor said it was probably unconstitutional anyway. He's SO wrong. Anyway, I've filed suit in district court to nail their collective and individual butts to the wall. I've saved a special one for Mr. Mason that'll bankrupt the old bird, I hope. I'd love to be a mouse in the corner when the partners get a copy of the lawsuit this afternoon. They are gonna shit bricks," he chuckled. He concluded by telling us not to worry. "We're gonna win this one!"
Dave seemed buoyed by the message from John Wells. "Let's workout and get some lunch," he concluded.
Trevor greeted us at the front desk, asking if we were ready for his raincheck. We smiled and said we'd workout first, then decide. He knew we'd agree. "Perfect! I'll be off my shift just about the time you guys finish," he crowed. "I wanna get fucked by both of you, DEEP and HARD!" he added in a stage whisper that must have been heard by more than us. But, no one seemed to care, so we only smiled and nodded seductively.
Tuesday is "legs day." Dave didn't push himself nearly as hard today as he did yesterday when he was so keyed up about the possibility of losing his job. Now that he really had lost it, he appeared to be more relaxed. The mind is a wonder! After a short warm up and stretching, we hit the leg press, squats, leg curls, leg extensions, and calf raises. When we'd finished, we tacked on a lower intensity aerobics workout which didn't overwork our already abused leg muscles. There was no aerobics class for Dave to take, so he used the elliptical walker next to me. We talked about his concerns for his future, but as it was so clouded, there were no conclusions to be reached.
While we were working on abs, Trevor came over to tell us he was off and ready for us in the sauna. We grinned at him and nodded as he strode purposefully to the locker room.
"Be sure to bring that shaving kit with you," Dave requested. "I'd love to fuck his ass for him, again. He's quite a stud for a white boy!"
"Hey!" I protested. "What am I, then?"
"You're the man I love and a total muffin, Mike," he assured me. "There's no comparison."
"That's better," I smiled. I knew he wasn't comparing me to Trevor. But, Trevor IS quite a hunk!
We showered and hit the sauna where Trevor promised to meet us. His recumbent form showed off his round, muscled ass. "Come and get it, guys," he smiled. "I need a deep plowing in my back forty."
"Farmer Mike and Farmer Dave will take care of that agricultural need of yours," smirked Dave. "We prefer deep furrows for plowing, like yours," Dave added, running his big hand over Trevor's round ass cheeks one at a time. "Real fine real estate."
"Get it wet, Trevor," I ordered, shoving my fat dick in his face. "I like to get it REAL hard before I fuck."
"And I'll prepare the field for Mike's plow," Dave offered, bending his grinning face into the trainer's upturned ass trench. His tongue reached out, licking at the round, hard cheeks, then up to Trevor's tailbone and back down to his roiling nuts, avoiding for the time being the quivering, winking asshole. Trevor's moans and whimpers of desire urged Dave to tongue fuck the trainer's tight back porch. Dave's big hands pulled the luscious, white melons apart. Trevor's tan line emphasized his white, round, muscled ass. The pink winker kissed Dave's tongue, then, relaxed to let the oral invader in.
Meanwhile, Trevor hadn't been neglecting his duties. My dick was deep in his throat, my pubes brushing up against his lips, the fat dickhead buried deeply. Trevor teased my tightening nuts with one hand, stroking my asshole with his middle finger. His other hand pulled at my ass to get my 9" cock even deeper.
My nuts were boiling. I pulled out quickly, trying to cool my overheated balls before they erupted down his sucking throat instead of up his eager asshole. "He about ready for me to fuck him, Dave?" I gasped.
"Oh, yeah!" Dave smiled. "And here's your raincoat. You want lube or just spit, Trevor?"
"Spit! I wanna FEEL it," the trainer insisted.
Dave and I switched positions. "On your knees, Trevor. I want that round butt to spread for this fat dick." Trevor assumed his new position.
"Nice fuckin' dick, Trevor," Dave praised. He twisted into a 69 position beneath the trainer. Sucking each other's dripping, jerking dicks, they moaned their pleasures in unison. I plugged in slowly. Trevor wasn't lubed deeply, but his ass channel massaged my dick very well, anyway.
"Gotta get that fat cock up my ass, Trevor," Dave muttered. He grabbed another condom, rolled it on Trevor's fat 8" hammer, and slipped beneath the trainer, doggie style. Dave backed into Trevor's throbbing cock as the trainer pressed forward, dragging me with him.
"Fuck!" they murmured together.
"Tight fuckin' hole, Dave!" Trevor praised.
"Um," Dave moaned. "Feels so good. Fuck me nice and slow, Man! I still want into that ass of yours, so don't make me cum."
I wasn't sure if it were Dave's suggestion that he still wanted to fuck Trevor or that Trevor's dick was in Dave's hot ass, but the trainer was instantly milking my dick with each thrust into Dave. I leaned into him, kissing his bull neck and left earlobe. "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up," I warned. He smiled over his shoulder and stroked my dick even harder with his ass muscles.
"I only wish I were taking your load bareback, Mike!" he moaned as my fat dickhead hit his prostate hard. My body stiffened, then, quaked violently. My climax hit me suddenly and hard. I fucked hard into Trevor's milking butt channel, but only once. The rest of my fucking was climax controlled; my hips were on automatic fuck, the rest of my body jerked uncontrollably.
Trevor's talented ass chute continued to milk me unmercifully. I couldn't take it any long. "SHIT, Trevor," I shouted pulling out quickly. "That's too much friction even with a condom on for my sensitive dickhead. Damn!" I laughed.
"Switch," Dave directed, pulling off of Trevor's 8" dick, moving behind him as I took Dave's place, and plugging myself onto the trainer's hot dick. The head stretched my butthole delightfully and caromed off my happy prostate.
Dave lubed up Trevor's grasping hole and pushed. Trevor gasped with pleasure, then pushed hard into me. I milked him and backed deeper on to his throbbing butt plunger. Dave set up a slow, deliberate rhythm that long-dicked Trevor's nether regions. Each time Dave hit bottom, Trevor trembled and moaned.
"I sure hope you're close, Dave," Trevor panted. "I'm gonna blast Mike's ravenous ass any minute, and I want you to cum with me."
Dave bent over and kissed the trainer's neck. "Close enough to cum with you, Trevor. Your hot ass is almost more than my dick can handle." Dave paused for a moment. "I'll bet Mike would love to have us atop his tight ass and cumming together," he suggested.
I stretched out on the towel, pulling Trevor and Dave down with me. Spreading my legs slightly, Trevor ground in, but didn't pull out. Dave had pinned him to me with his hands on Trevor's ass holding him down. His hard, black body loomed over us both. "Fuck me, Big Man!" Trevor begged. "I wanna feel that big dick cum inside me."
Trevor evidently was milking Dave's steely semen launcher as Dave was holding his breath, moaning in concentration, trying not to cum. His slow thrusts into the trainer translated instantly to my butt causing my ass chute to stroke Trevor's dick. Trevor was the meat in a fuck sandwich and loved it. "Spooge that hole, Dave!" he bellowed.
Before I could take another breath, Trevor stiffened, then, groaned in pleasure and frustration. "Can't hold back! FUCK!" Dave moaned. He hammered hard and fast into the trainer, shouting monosyllables of pleasure with each new jet of creamy sperm into the muscled butt beneath him. Although he was weighed down, Trevor was able to jerk and spasm on my back, his thick dick squirting hard into my tail. With my ass muscles, I stroked his spraying cock without remorse. I knew Trevor was unable to pull away, because Dave was pressing so hard into the hunky trainer's butt with his broad hands and long dick.
Trevor laughed and groaned with pleasure, trying to pull his overly sensitive dick from my milking hole, but couldn't. He could only beg to be released and laugh more at the tickling my channel was doing to him. I finally relented, taking pity on the poor man. He thanked me, kissing me earnestly and repeatedly about the neck and face.
When Dave finally pulled his long dick from Trevor's well-fucked ass, Trevor rolled off me, and sighed. "You two are the best fuck team I've ever enjoyed. You sure you don't need a houseboy?" he laughed.
I smiled at him. He already knew the answer.
"You're a pretty damned good fuck yourself, Trevor," Dave allowed.
We showered and dressed. As we were leaving, the cute, slender redhead from yesterday was coming in. Trevor held us at the door for a minute after the redhead went by. "He's the one I was telling you about yesterday who was getting fucked by everyone."
"Yeah, we remember him," I agreed.
"He didn't leave until after I did last night at 7:00. I know he was in there for more than two hours taking dick at both ends," Trevor gossiped. "And he's really good. He can suck the cream outta your nuts from either end in less than three minutes."
"And just how would you know that?" Dave leered.
"I fucked him once and he blew me once yesterday before I went home," the muscle man admitted. "I shot off in under two minutes both times. I thought you'd have more control than I do, so I said three minutes for you guys," he added laughing.
"We'll have to keep that in mind," I grinned.
After a late lunch, we drove home. Dave checked the phone recorder, finding two messages. One was from a co-worker, Leon. The other was from John Wells, but he said he'd call back later as he'd be away from the phone for a while.
Dave dialed the direct line to Leon's desk. "Damn, Dave! The shit has really hit the fan here. You really pissed off old man Mason. His panties were in a bunch all day today. He was carryin' on something awful."
"Yeah, I know," Dave confirmed. "He's not on the top of my list of favorite people, either."
"Well, the cat's sure the fuck outta the bag now, Dave," Leon continued. "He was shouting and sayin', 'That gawd damned fuckin' nigger fag will never work in this town again!' He said it several times, in fact." Leon laughed. "You sho' did piss in his punch bowl."
"Not a man with the finest social graces," Dave observed.
"He even made nasty comments about Mike, too," Leon revealed.
"What?" Dave shouted. He knew he was on Lester Mason's shit list, but he was royally pissed that he'd drag me into it, too. "What'd the fucker say?"
"Something about 'that nigger-lovin' boyfriend of Dave Carey's is a child molester, too'."
"Geez, Leon," Dave moaned. "That's slander! He should know better than that. How many people heard him?"
"The whole fuckin' office, Dave!"
"What about you and Clarence?" he asked. "You gonna stay with the firm after what he said about us niggers," he spat.
"I'm glad you asked," Leon said. "Just as we were getting ready to hand in our resignations, one of the partners told us to hold off. He knew we were steamed about this. Now, I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but he confided in us that there's a 'palace coup' in the offing, and there were gonna be some big changes around there, SOON!"
Do they really have a chance win the lawsuit? Will they settle before it gets to court? Does Dave get his job back? Does he want it back? And what about Mike? He's been slandered, too. Stay tuned!
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