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Chapter 56--More Celebrating

"That's a very big step, Kurt," Dave warned. "Are you sure this is the right time to do this?"

"I can't think of a better time," Kurt replied. "I'm moving in with him, after all. That's not gonna go unnoticed."

"True enough," I interjected. "But, you gotta soften them up a little, Kurt. Just springing this on them is a mighty blow."

"It isn't like I haven't drop some pretty heavy clues," he responded. "I've never had a date with a girl, nor brought one home. All the talk from Mom when I was in my mid-teens about me being a late bloomer got stomped on immediately. I've mentioned several men in more than friendly terms. Of course, I didn't get into the gory detail," he laughed.

"I should think not," Dave admonished.

"Well, how did you guys deal with it?" Kurt asked.

"Each situation is different," Dave rebutted. "Families are different. You can't copy what I did or what Mike or anyone else did. It just wouldn't apply." I nodded my agreement.

"So, my approach of dragging Gene along is a bad one?" he asked.

"No, not if you think it's a good one," I suggested. "Is Gene okay with this?"

"Oh, yeah, we've discussed it and he's cool with it, although a little nervous," Kurt smiled. "Kinda like meeting the in-laws for the first time. You remember how that was?"

"Yeah, I do," I replied. "Nerve-wracking."

"I agree, but I haven't met Mike's parents yet, and that one will be worse than meeting Kay's parents in many ways," Dave put in.

"You'll charm their socks off, Dave," I smiled. "No problem at all."

"Just like Gene will," Kurt promised. "I'm hoping they'll be okay with this. It isn't like I don't have other siblings to give them grandchildren. Unless, of course, Gene gets me pregnant after the 'raincoats' come off," he chortled.

"It would be a scientific first, if you did," Dave laughed. "But, it sure is nice trying to make those babies."

"We'll keep trying regardless of what the scientific community says," Kurt laughed. "Of course, Gene will want to try to get pregnant, too!"

"With that monster cock of yours, I can see why," Dave smiled evilly.

"Is there anything we can do to help with dinner preparations?" I asked, getting us back to the point of the conversation.

"No," Kurt sighed. "Just be there to pick up the pieces if I crash and burn."

"You'll do fine," Dave assured him.

"When is Gene's plane arriving, by the way?" I asked.

"He's supposed to be in this afternoon about four," Kurt related. "He sold his old junker in Las Vegas and will buy a new car here. But, in the meanwhile, we'll be using my old car."

"It isn't that awful, Kurt," I pointed out. "It isn't more than six years old, gets good mileage, and is in good shape."

"Not for someone whose 6'8"!"

"Oh, yeah, that's a drawback," Dave agreed.

"And Gene's 6'7" and has shoulders that reach clear across the car. He crowds me while I'm driving (not that I'm complaining, you understand!)," he laughed.

"Didn't some alumni buy you a new car for playing basketball?" I sneered. The local university had been under a cloud lately because of that practice becoming so blatant for the football players that it had become common knowledge.

Kurt grimaced. "Cheap shot," he sighed.

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself," I apologized. I'd had a bee in my bonnet about treating athletes like gods for years.

"It's okay," Kurt smiled. "The University deserves the bad rap they've gotten over this. What's unfortunate is that it reflects badly on the players. Most of them are too immature to understand that taking gifts like that is totally unethical. And the coaches were no help at all. They were encouraging the alum to do it, so they could attract the best players. The academics part of a college education be damned," he bristled.

"Well, you have an academic and an athletic scholarship," Dave reminded him. "How about some of that helping pay the bills or buy you a newer, bigger car?"

"We've talked about it, but I'm not sure what to do," he nearly whined. "I don't want Gene supporting me."

"Why not?" I asked. Kurt bristled noticeably. "Oops," I backpedaled. "I stepped in it again, didn't I?"

Kurt relaxed. "Nah," he smiled. "It was a fair question. I don't think I'd like being 'kept'. I want to pull my own weight."

"A noble gesture," Dave pointed out, "but probably foolish." Kurt looked perplexed. "Gene loves you, Kurt, and you love him. The relationship has only been going for a couple of weeks or so and it feels like everything is going too fast. Am I right so far?" Kurt nodded. "So, you need to talk about money. One of you has it, the other doesn't. You have to sort out what's fair, and let it go. You contribute what you can and let Gene do the rest. Maybe, you can come up with some way to pay him back later, if it would make you feel better and if he'd allow it. But, you MUST have this conversation."

"Did you and Mike have it?" he asked.

"After a fashion," Dave confessed. "We both made enough money that it didn't matter, but we did talk about it. Although the conversation didn't go very deep (as it didn't have to), it was necessary and set the ground rules for our mutual finances. Of course, all that's moot, now."

"For instance," I suggested, "we've decided that all the bigger purchases, we'd discuss. We didn't set any kind of dollar limit. It was whatever we thought was a significant use of money would be talked over. We don't sweat the small stuff. That may work for you, or it may not. The discussion is more important than what your final decisions are."

Several of our friends had come over (as we were talking) to meet Kurt, and drool. We let them all know that he was taken. They were crestfallen, but were gracious about it. With interruptions, we'd finished our workout (arms day) and had started on our aerobic training. Kurt and Dave joined a class and I did my usual thing on the elliptical walker. Forty-five minutes later, they joined me for abs and a shower.

With continuing encouragement, we reminded Kurt that he and Gene had much to talk about. They had a wonderful future ahead of them, if they had the good sense to talk to each other. We also wished him luck with his parents and Gene at dinner tomorrow evening. Adding that he was to tell Gene immediately of our offer to house him starting today, we left the gym and drove home.

But, before we could get there, I reminded Dave that we needed to stop at the bar equipment and supply wholesaler. I had a friend who worked there. If you bought their glassware by the case, you could get it for as cheaply as a dollar a stem. Dave looked into their small showcase and found several patterns of glassware he liked. Between us, we decided on two champagne glasses (one a trumpet flute and the other a more traditional tulip-shaped flute), two cases of each. He steered us away from the champagne saucer, because that shape tended to rob the champagne of its bubbles and warms it too quickly.

That's also where we found out that champagne should NEVER be placed in the freezer to chill it, but placed in a bucket of ice and water for 15 to 20 minutes. Vintage champagnes like we were drinking are best served at 45 to 48 degrees. That temperature releases the subtle aromas and flavors, and the bubbles form better. If it is too chilled, you can't taste more than a cold liquid with some bubbles in it.

At home, we washed the new stemware and put it in the china hutch. John had phoned to tell us he was flying back to Las Vegas, and promised to call us no later than Sunday with a suggestion from Cynthia where we could contribute to one of her favorite charities. Other phone messages yielded promises to attend our soiree on Saturday evening, but everyone wanted to know what the celebration was all about (so soon after the housewarming) as well as what they'd probably bring as a canapé. As I wrote down who'd be attending, Dave was trying to calculate how much champagne we were going to need. He also figured that we'd need more Grand Marnier (both the 200-year-old version and the new distillation) to sample.

After extracting a promise from Clay and Linc to bring two bottles of each with them, he flopped on the couch and started a new list of what we'd have to do to make the party a success. I finished with my list of attendees and walked through the kitchen toward the sunroom, stopping to pat the Salmanazar of champagne.

"SHIT!" Dave said with a jerk. "We gotta get that sucker chilled. How we gonna do that? And we'll need more with all the people coming Saturday," looking over the list of attendees I'd scribbled down.

"Well, as Jim told us at the bar supply wholesaler, we need a VERY large tub to keep it chilled, but I think the wine steward at Kroger's will chill it for us and deliver it before the party. We need to ask him about what he'd do for a tub to keep it chilled. And rather than an additional Salmanazar of the Domaine Chandon, why not get another vintage from France like what we served the banker and your parents?"

Dave checked the champagne guide that we'd picked up at the bar supply wholesaler. The Salmanazar was a brut, so that meant it was on the drier side of the champagne spectrum. One of the vintage champagnes would probably be sweeter, so that would be a good contrast. We'd ask the wine steward for another suggestion.

As Dave was talking on his cell phone to the wine steward, making arrangements for getting the huge bottle back for Kroger's to chill, and getting some suggestions for a wine bucket big enough to keep it chilled, the house phone rang. Gene was calling to confirm our generous offer to house him until his furniture arrived. I confirmed it, suggesting that they could help us plan our party as payment. He agreed, but also stipulated that they had to take us out to dinner tonight. Besides, he'd said, he and Kurt could use a dress rehearsal for the parent's dinner tomorrow night.

After conferring with Dave, I agreed to their dinner invitation. They would arrive in ten minutes. Meanwhile, Dave had finished his conversation with the wine steward. "Jason said that there are no wine buckets that size without a special order and lots of money," Dave began. "And there is no chance to get anything like that delivered before Saturday. So, he suggested we go to a hardware store or even there at Kroger's in their hardware section to see if they had big galvanized washtubs. He's going to call us back, when he finds out if they have them."

"Not exactly elegant, but it'll do," I smiled. "I'll bet our guests will love it, no matter what we put that monster bottle in."

"They'll surely see the contrast between the two real champagne buckets we have and that galvanized tub," Dave laughed. "The differences will be appalling."

"I'm more concerned with how we're going to pour that puppy."

"Oh, yeah," Dave mused. "How are we gonna do that?"

"I think we need to hire a bartender."

"George!" we said at the same time.

"And he's coming!" I added. "I'm sure we can talk him into it. However, I'm not sure he's all that versed in pouring champagne."

"I hope we don't distract him from his romance with Mike from Las Vegas," Dave frowned.

"He works in a gay bar, Dave," I reminded him. "I think he's faced with temptation every day."

"Isn't it kinda tacky to invite him and make him work?" Dave cautioned.

"Yeah, but we'll pay him better than the bar would."

"Better call him and see what he says, then."

"He's a big guy," I added warming to the idea. "He'll have no problem wrestling with that big bottle. And he's such a hunk that he'll have lots of guys offering to help."

"I was just thinking that we oughta take that big bottle outside and let the cork fly over the fence into Gene and Kurt's new place," Dave laughed. "A perfect way to inaugurate their new domicile."

"Oh, I like it!" I agreed. The phone rang. While I answered it, Gene and Kurt arrived. Dave presented the "inauguration" idea to them, and they loved it. Jason from Kroger's told me that they did have the space in their cooler and he'd be happy to deliver it and the "fashionable" new tub just before the party. The only stipulation was that he'd need help getting it into the house. I promised him that there were lots of muscle-bound hunks who'd be here. Kurt and Gene had sprung into my mind.

We showed Gene where his bedroom would be upstairs. He and Kurt "initiated" the room before we left for dinner.

While the muscle studs were upstairs, I called George about playing bartender for us on Saturday. He was pleased to help out at such a mysterious party. Besides, it would take his mind off missing Mike so much if we kept him busy. After telling him about the Salmanazar of champagne that he'd be wrestling, he was even more intrigued. "I've never seen one of those monster bottles, other than empty. Is it good stuff?" I assured him it was very good "stuff". After telling him of our plan to launch the champagne cork into the back yard of Gene and Kurt's new home, he was giddy with participation. "This is gonna be great fun!" he crowed. "I should be paying to come, rather than you paying me."

"Trust me, George. Take the money," I insisted. "You'll earn it horsing that big bottle around."

At dinner, Gene told Kurt that he'd been looking at new cars in Las Vegas and had decided that there weren't any cars that fit him. So, he'd branched out into SUV's. He'd found that he didn't feel folded up in the Toyota Sequoia, the GMC Denali, the Chevy Tahoe, or the Ford Expedition. The drawback was the horrid mileage they got, but it was worth the comfort. He wanted Kurt to go with him to help with the decision, too. Kurt would like going car buying with Gene. He couldn't afford a new one, but he could have almost as much fun helping Gene with the decision. Kurt noted that he and Gene had talked about a new car for him, but they decided that the payments plus the increase in insurance wasn't a good use of his money. As long as he got to drive Gene's new SUV occasionally, he'd be happy.

There was little we could do to help them prepare for the dinner with Kurt's parents set for tomorrow night. We covered a few reactions we thought were possible, but not really knowing his parents; we didn't have much to work with. I did suggest, however, that bringing me into the conversation would not be a good idea. After all, they'd met me when Kurt was only 14. They shouldn't be deflected from the point of the dinner by affixing blame for the poor teenager's "deviance" on me. One of the possible reactions was "where did we go wrong or what caused this?" Kurt had already decided that a short, but direct speech about nature or nurture would probably work on that.

We wished them well again as Gene took Kurt back to the dorms before coming back to our house. I'd fully expected Gene to want to join us in our bedroom, but Kurt had drained his big balls again before allowing Gene to return. Therefore, Gene wasn't in need of our sexual companionship.

However, we did just fine without him. Both of us delivered deep loads before falling asleep. That man can fuck me anytime he wanted to. He's SO good at it.

Gene was out of the house early on Friday in Kurt's borrowed car. He needed to get started on his schedules for strength training for the team. But, by noon, he was back at the house. Coaches Randy and Chuck had told him that he needed to help us plan our mystery party. And they were anxious to know more about it. But, Gene hadn't been told anything about it, either. He did share with them the launch of the champagne cork plan, but that was all he knew.

Kurt joined him at three. They spent the rest of the afternoon upstairs. Their noisy lovemaking inspired Dave and I to do the same. By five, we were preparing dinner and they were still at it. Dave yelled up the stairwell, reminding them of the time and their dinner engagement at six. A few minutes later, the shower upstairs was engaged. Dressed in suits, which showed off their bulging muscles and handsome faces, they left for the restaurant. We promised to wait up for them.

Robert and Gary couldn't stand the suspense, so they invited themselves down to spend the evening with us and, hopefully, get more information. We were close-lipped about the reason for the party. However, before they went home, Dave had ridden Gary hard, and I'd driven my dick deep into Robert's big football player ass.

As we were cleaning up the dinner dishes and glasses, Kurt and Gene arrived. They were all smiles.

"So, TELL!" Dave laughed. "What happened? It has to be good from the looks on your faces," he observed, finishing the last of the kitchen cleanup as I escorted them into the sunroom.

"Something to drink?" I offered.

"No, I think we've had enough," Kurt allowed. Gene also declined.

"Well?" I pressed.

"Kurt has terrific parents," Gene began. "They couldn't have been more supportive. They'd suspected Kurt's love for men for the last couple of years. Dragging me along confirmed their beliefs as soon as they saw us together. I guess we're a couple of obvious fags," he laughed.

"I was amazed," Kurt added. "They're so supportive. They already belong to PFLAG!" he added with pride and misty eyes.

"You should have seen Kurt," Gene smiled. "It was almost embarrassing. This big hunk was weeping like a baby. He was so happy."

"I can't help it," Kurt grinned. "I'm a guy who wears his emotions on his sleeve."

"Yeah, you are pretty easy to read," Gene agreed. "They gave me the third degree in a kind way, but wanted to be sure I'd be providing well for Kurt as well as loving him as much as they do. That's gonna be SO easy!"

"You should have seen Dad's face when Gene told him of his six digit salary," Kurt laughed. "Dad turned to me and said, 'You did good, Kid'."

"They were especially happy when I told them that we'd just bought a house together," Gene revealed. "We'll have to have them over for sure now that I have the keys to the place. I know they're excited to see it, even if it has no furniture in it and it hasn't been remodeled, yet."

"Which reminds me, when will your furniture arrive?" I asked.

"Trying to get rid of me already?" Gene laughed. I blushed. I could have asked that more delicately. "Supposed to arrive on Wednesday, but they'll call with an exact time when they have it. Remember, I lived in an apartment, so there's little furniture to move."

"And I have hardly anything besides my clothes," Kurt added. "I know Mom and Dad will want to give me my bed and bedroom furniture."

"The house is still gonna be pretty empty," Gene sighed. "However, we have each other. That's good enough for me."

"Well, we aren't throwing you out, Gene," I backpedaled. "Besides, you'll need a place to stay while you're in the middle of a remodel. You don't even wanna live there, then."

"We can live around it for a while," Gene allowed. "But, there will be days or even weeks when we'll want a clean place to eat and sleep. Remodels tend to be nasty, dirty things. We thank you for your hospitality, but we'll postpone taking you up on it until we have to."

"How close are you to finals, Kurt?" Dave asked, changing the subject, again.

"Next week, they start," Kurt sighed. "But, I think I'm pretty ready for them. This weekend will be busy with studying, though. So, I hope you don't mind babysitting Gene while I'm back at the dorm. I know I can't study with him around. All I ever wanna do is fuck when he's nearby," he leered at Gene.

"You make that sound like a bad thing, Kurt," Gene laughed. "I have Mike and Dave to play with while you're gone!"

"Just save some for me," Kurt insisted. "I won't be studying all the time, and I have to sleep sometime. I can't think of a better place for that than in your arms."

"Ain't he a romantic?" Gene giggled. Kurt kissed him.

"Yeah, I got one of those, too," Dave smiled, giving me one of his warm lips kisses. After one of those, he could convince me of anything.

"Right after finals, we'll go car shopping," Gene smiled at Kurt. "I know what kind of a car nut you are. But, I don't want to put the pressure on you to go with me during finals."

"Finals will be over by the end of next week," Kurt said. "I think my last one is Thursday morning, but I need to check that."

"Then, we'll spend Thursday afternoon moving your worldly belongings to our new home," Gene smiled. "And Friday will be car shopping day."

"I want to invite Mom and Dad to dinner as soon as possible. How about a week from tomorrow night, right after I've moved in?" Kurt proposed.

"That may be rushing it," Gene cautioned. "We don't know for sure when my stuff will arrive, and we can't very well prepare dinner without a well-stocked kitchen, including utensils, plates, bowls, silverware, and FOOD."

"You could cook it here," Dave offered. "And if you don't have kitchenware, we can supply that as well. However, you need to have a housewarming and wedding shower in your new house. Maybe it would be better to put it off a week or so."

"We're just talking dinner, not entertaining royalty," Kurt laughed. "They know what it's like to just move in. Mom will probably want to bring something, anyway."

"How about your siblings? Should they be invited?" Gene asked.

"I'll ask Dad if he thinks they're ready for a gay, older brother," he replied. "We aren't going to hide our relationship from anyone."

"Let's just see what the next week brings," Gene suggested. "If the furniture arrives in time and I can get the kitchen squared away, we'll do it a week from tomorrow."

"We'd love to throw a housewarming for you," I said, bringing the conversation back to that topic. "You up for it?"

"I've been thinking of that, too," Dave said. "But, I wonder if it wouldn't be more fun to do that when you have the drawings for the remodel done, so folks could see what the remodeled house will look like, compared to the original. What do you guys think?"

Kurt shrugged, but Gene loved the idea. "It puts it off into the future, so I don't have to think about it now," he smiled. Kurt saw the wisdom in that and agreed.

Kurt had classes tomorrow morning, so he left after a heavy kissing scene at the front door. That made them both so aroused that they went upstairs for a quickie. In another ten minutes, Kurt was gone and the house was quiet. Gene rumbled back down the stairway, having washed his face and brushed his hair. He still had cum breath, though. We smiled at that.

"That man-child sure is a hunk. He's so built, so hung, and has a cool head on his shoulders. But, he has NO off switch, not that I'm complaining," Gene laughed collapsing onto the sofa in the sunroom. "So complex and so simple, all at the same time."

"He was even mature when he was 14," I recalled fondly. "You've got quite a man there."

"Yeah," Gene agreed. "I only hope I can keep him happy for the rest of his life. He has so much he hasn't experienced yet (like other men). I don't know what I'm gonna do about that!"

"I think you'd better have that discussion as well as money," Dave admonished. "That's a relationship killer if you don't set some ground rules that both parties can live with. Talk it over, but don't set any boundaries until you are both willing to live with them. Be open-minded. He's had less experience than you have, I think. Keep that in mind."

"I know for sure he wants to do barebacking," Gene laughed. "He's made that more than clear on many occasions. But, only with us," he added. Dave and I glanced at each other, but left a deeper truth about Dave, Kurt, and I unsaid. That was up to Kurt to divulge, not us.

"How do you feel about sharing him with other men?" Dave asked, getting right to the point.

"I'm wondering about that myself," he sighed. "I know I don't have any issues sharing him with you two. But, I wonder about other men. Like at the gym or with other football players. I know there are a bunch of gay men there. And the coaches are another issue."

"You fuck with them, yet?" I asked.

He smiled wickedly and nodded. "Yeah, The Amazing Randy got me well prepared for Kurt's foot-long hotdog. Now, there's a couple who really have their shit together." We nodded. "I know I have a past and Kurt has one as well. That's why we aren't fucking bareback for another 6 months. I know Kurt used to fuck with you guys and at least one of the football players, if not more. That probably means he's fucked with the coaches, too."

"And what do you think of that?" Dave pressed.

"Well, I can't throw any rocks, that's for sure. I've done them, too," he grinned.

"You're taking the right approach," Dave agreed. "Remember that you both have a past and he has less experience. He'll want to catch up. I sure did!"

"Well, I'm a worker bee and must go to work tomorrow," Gene yawned. "Evidently, you don't," he added quizzing us. We smiled knowingly, but didn't utter a word. "Not gonna spill the beans until Saturday night, are ya?" We shook our heads. "Not even for your houseguest?" Again, he got the same answer. "How about a big piece of this?" he asked, pulling down his pants and waving his muscled, hard ass at us.

:"I can always use a big piece of that," Dave grinned. I nodded lasciviously.

"But, I won't get any more information, will I?"

"Not a syllable," I assured him.

He sighed. "I haven't had a big dick in my ass since this afternoon. And I need it, BADLY! He got my nuts boiling, again, so I need to get fucked. A blowjob is good, but getting fucked is the only thing that satisfies."

"We can help," Dave grinned.

"I'm counting on it," Gene smirked. In the master bedroom, Gene got on his hands and knees. "I need my butthole chewed, too," he said in a lusty voice.

"As I recall," Dave put in, "you eat ass really well." Gene looked over his broad shoulder and nodded. "Mike's the best ass eater I've ever seen. So, you're going on your back and I'm sitting on your face while Mike chews on that tight hole of yours. And after he fucks you nearly to death, it'll be my turn. You know how much you like my fat, black cock deep in your butt!" Gene wagged his tongue scandalously. "I knew you'd like the idea."

I liked it, too. Pushing Gene's strong legs into his chest for Dave to hold, I licked around his smooth, muscular ass cheeks for several minutes. Dave offered his round, narrow ass to Gene's tongue. Both eaters moaned at the fine-dining experience. Dave had leaned over and was giving Gene the blowjob they both wanted. The farther Dave bent over, the farther up Dave's ass Gene's tongue slithered.

My dick was bouncing so hard that I knew I'd have to mount Gene soon or squirt my load on the sheets as I ate Gene's tasty asshole. I stood, pushed Gene's big legs deeper under Dave's arms, rolled on a condom, and speared Gene's open hole. Between his experience on Kurt's big dick and my long tongue, Gene was open for business! And my "business" slid deeply in one stroke.

Gene's butt channel clamped down hard on my thrusting dick. He moaned with each swipe of his tongue on Dave's pucker, and milked my dick nearly as well as Robocop. His shouts of joy indicated I was doing the right thing. But, so was he. From the time I hit maximum depth, I was cumming in less than a minute.

"FUCK!" I roared, and sprayed the inside of the condom with volley after volley of hot sperm ropes. Gene's muffled sobs of pleasure showed how much he was enjoying the tandem sexual assault. But, Dave's swallowing motions and the rapid milking of my dick was firing off other hints. Gene was cumming, too!

I pulled out, because Gene's butt was doing too good a job of stroking me. Dave yelled, "SWITCH!" and I complied quickly. He slid his condomed, monster dick far up Gene's ass. My dick slipped into Gene's mouth as his still dripping cock slipped into mine.

"Fuck, YEAH," Gene moaned as he felt Dave's horsecock stretch his asshole and stroke his prostate. My still draining dick in his throat muffled any other words he'd wanted to say. Dave hit overdrive and Gene's dick renewed a steady stream of warm cum. My dick was still too sensitive, so I pulled out and sat on his face like Dave had. That seemed to be the catalyst for Dave. He hammered and fucked hard and fast into Gene. Gene's big hands held on to Dave's round ass cheeks, pulling Dave hard into Gene's muscled buttcheeks. In less than 30 seconds, Dave's climax crashed over him and he fired his load deep up Gene's welcoming butt.

"SHIT!" Dave repeated and repeated. I kissed him passionately, giving him more reason to fuck Gene hard. The harder he was fucked, the deeper Gene's tongue reached into my butthole. I was fearful of suffocating him, but Gene didn't seem to have a problem. "Fuckin' HOT ass, Gene," Dave breathed as he finally pulled out. "Kurt's a REAL lucky guy!"

"Tell HIM that," Gene laughed, lowering his legs and rolling me over to one side. "He seems to think I should fuck him most of the time."

"You'll sort all of that out eventually," I smiled. "We did."

"Yeah, that's pretty amazing how a couple of hot tops like you guys are have no problems being bottoms," Gene mused, using one of the towels Dave had tossed him to clean up.

"We know how to please each other. Some days, I feel like I need a big cock and hot load of cream in my ass," I smiled. "Dave's always there to flood my butt for me."

"And so is Mike when I need it. And I DO need it!" Dave laughed.

"Gotta get some sleep," Gene said rolling off the bed. He stretched and flexed, showing off his muscles.

"Do that again," Dave requested. "I've never seen you pose." He hit an all muscle pose. "DAYUM! It sure looks like a winning body to me. Kurt's such a lucky guy!"

"You have to forgive Dave," I smiled. "He has this thing for muscles that he can't get over."

"So do I," Gene blushed. "That's why Kurt is so perfect for me: big muscles, big man, BIG dick. What more could I possibly want!" He posed again, showing off his muscled back. Then, he bent over, pulled his hard buttcheeks apart, and blew us a kiss between his legs. We laughed as he left the master bedroom.

Before morning light, Gene had sneaked into bed with us again. He begged for Dave's big cock up his ass for a long ride, doggie style. I wasn't about to be odd man out, so I slipped beneath Gene in the same position and backed on to his 10" throbber. Dave was doing all the fucking with Gene's hard dick translating the thrusts into me. Each time Dave shot forward, Gene's dick would jerk in my ass and slide in deeply again. When Dave pulled out, Gene withdrew several inches only to rocket forward again when Dave did. The thick monster up my ass was hitting my prostate with each thrust and withdrawal. I tried to think of anything else to avoid the approaching climax. Of course, it didn't work.

I groaned out an impending climax, warning them of my precarious situation. That propelled Dave to fuck Gene harder and faster. Gene's thick shaft and head hammered at my prostate beyond the point of bearing. It was all over.

My dick jerked and sprayed the sheets. My ass opened up for Gene's hard, thick 10" horsedick and milked the entire shaft and fat dickhead. I reached around me, grabbing Gene's muscled ass and pulled him hard into me, not allowing him to move. But, Gene was starting to cum, so he wanted to be as deep as he could to breed my hungry channel. Dave bellowed a warning of his immediate climax, then, slammed hard into Gene, impaling him deeply on 11" of black horn. I could feel Gene's dick jerk each time he felt Dave shoot into his thirsty asshole. My ejaculate sprayed over the sheets below and in front of me, wetting a wide arch of fabric. Even my chest hairs had cum dripping from them.

At the height of my climax, the weight of two muscled hunks was too much too support when my muscle control had already been nearly ripped away by the shattering climax. I sprawled into the cream that was jetting into the sheets, feeling the wet, and cooling sperm juice along my entire torso. Gene and Dave tumbled on top of me, their hips still fucking fast and furiously. I raised my hips slightly to rub my squirting dick into the wet sheets, gaining maximum stimulation, but also getting another half inch of thick cock deep into my eager hole.

Three muscle studs were squirming and shouting out heavy climaxes. Butts were being crammed with dick, and condoms and sheets filled with dick gravy. As heavy as they were, I didn't mind. I felt a deep male bonding that only a big dick in the ass can bring.

Dave slowly extracted himself from Gene's ass. He leaned in and kissed both hammered cheeks. I immediately felt relief from the crushing weight. I wanted Gene to stay atop me, soaking his big 10" rod up my butt, but knew it would defeat the purpose of the condom. Reluctantly, I let Gene pull out. He kissed my well-fucked ass, too.

"I'd love to be the meat in your fuck sandwich any time you wanna play," Gene sighed. "Best fuck session I've had since we were in Las Vegas together."

"How soon he forgets about Kurt!" I laughed.

"He can only deliver at one end or the other," Gene elaborated. "He can't do both at the same time."

"He hasn't fucked you and sucked you off at the same time, yet?" Dave asked.

"Oh, yeah, several times," Gene said. "But, that's not the same as getting fucked and fucking at the same time. Blowjobs are great when you're fucking, but nothing beats a good, tight ass when you're being fucked."

"I certainly won't argue that point!" I allowed.

"Nor will I," Dave laughed. "Nothing beats tight bootie!"

After breakfast, we shopped at Costco, confirming that Ron and Ross would be at the party. Gene got a lot of stares and smiles. Most of the men were envious, several of them wanted to bed him from the looks they gave him. His walking shorts were pulled tightly over his hard asscheeks, which only emphasized his big snake down the right pants leg. His monster thighs pressed his dick hard against the fabric. I think he purposefully made sure it was half hard during the entire shopping excursion.

While we unloaded the car, our neighbor, Dale, talked to us, taking a break from cleaning out his flowerbeds. His sidelong glances at Gene weren't well hidden. I think Dale has the hots for muscle men. After introducing Gene, we let him know that Gene was the new strength coach for the football team. "It shows," he drooled. We promised to take him to the gym with us soon. Dale asked if Gene would be there. Gene said that he normally did his workouts with the team, but he would be keeping his membership at the local health club, because it was so close to his home. When Gene revealed that he was soon moving in behind us, Dale was all smiles. Left unsaid was that Gene already had a boyfriend and didn't need a married one, too.

After putting away the groceries, we went to Kroger's, taking the Salmanazar with us to chill. Jason, the wine steward, directed us to a cooler in the back of the store. He showed us a series of galvanized washtubs he thought we might use. With his help, we selected one that would be deep enough, but not too wide for the large bottle. He took it back to the cooler. Jason said that he'd bring along some ice to keep it chilled while he transported it. "I see that you brought along your beast of burden to help me bring this into the house," he said noting Gene.

"There are several of them attending tonight," Dave assured him. "You won't lack for help."

"Any of them single?" he smiled candidly.

"Several are, yes," I answered. "You in the market?"

"Oh, yeah!" he grinned. "But, I never seem to have the time to pursue one. And the bars are the last place I want to go. The smoke and attitude are more than I can deal with. So, I depend on the kindness of strangers and contacts here," he sighed.

"Why not stick around for a while after you deliver this and we'll introduce you to some of the more eligible ones?" Dave suggested.

"This one will do," he smiled, looking at Gene.

"Taken," Gene smiled back.

"Damn!" Jason sighed. "Just like these two hunks. Damn!"

"Have faith," Gene consoled him. "There are lots of hot, SINGLE men attending this soiree of Dave and Mike's."

"You've talked me into it," Jason laughed. "What time am I supposed to be there? I'm off at six today."

"The party starts at seven. You can bring it anytime before then or right at seven," I suggested.

"But, we also need more champagne for this crowd," Dave chimed in. "At least another case."

Jason smiled. "I always knew I liked you guys. What do you have in mind?"

"I'm not sure we have anything in mind," Dave answered. "This Domaine Chandon is a brut, so I thought we should have some sweeter ones to go with it."

"Good choice," Jason agreed. "Let me suggest several bottles of several different kinds. And I'll keep them all in the modest price range, too. No point in spending all your money like you did a couple of days ago."

Never ones to pass up a bargain, we agreed. "Let's see what we can do about a mix of French and domestic champagnes," Jason mused. "How about a Joseph Henriot NV Blanc de Blancs at $34.99, and an NV Rose from the same place for $39.99? That's a pink champagne and nicely sweeter without being too sweet." We nodded. "Or you could go with a domestic Schramsberg Blanc de Blancs for $27.99. For my money, this is better than the French Blanc de Blancs. And that would balance well with this Pacific Echo Blanc de Blancs '95 for $19.99, also better than the French," he smiled, pulling one off the shelf to let us read the label.

He turned back to the shelves, pondering his next choice. "Oh, yes, a Moet and Chandon Nectar Imperial, a very nice domestic. Made from the Pinot Noir grapes instead of Chardonnay, and a steal at $29.99. This Chandon 1995 Vintage is another Pinot Noir champagne. You'll like this one. The aromas of hazelnuts, black cherries, and cocoa are present, almost like a creamy chocolate mousse. Same price as the Nectar Imperial. Here's another domestic," he added, handing us another bottle. "Chandon Etoile Rose with aroma of roses, tastes of honey and apple for $34.99. Another French champagne is Mumm NV Extra Dry Carte Classique, nicely sweet, mostly Pinot grapes for $23.99. And you can't escape the store without this Schramsberg Cremant '97 for only $28.99. It'll be a nice, sweet champagne to go with the Mumm's. Those are the ones I'd recommend."

"Let's skip the French Blanc de Blancs that we looked at," I suggested. "That brings it down to seven. We were looking for a case of champagne to go with the Salmanazar."

"But, I'd rather be overstocked than under," Dave cut in. "I think we should take two of each, excluding the French Blanc de Blancs." I nodded my agreement.

"Sold!" Jason laughed. "You have enough ice and wine buckets to keep them chilled?"

"We have a wine fridge that'll keep them cool enough before we put them into our two champagne buckets," Dave stated. "But, we could use more ice."

Jason walked over to the freezer containing bags of ice. "Take these three bags with you, compliments of the wine steward at Kroger's. You may not need that many, but you'd rather be safe than sorry for champagnes this nice."

"So, what's the damage?" I asked.

Jason grabbed all the bottles we'd decided on, putting them into a case with dividers as he calculated the total. "That's $391.86, less 10% discount for quantity, for a total of $352.67." He wrote the total on a wine sale invoice and handed it to me.

"Damn!" Gene whistled. "You guys made of money? Kurt told me that you didn't have money worries anymore. Is that why we're celebrating tonight?"

We smiled, but didn't confirm Kurt's deduction from Dave's slip up on Thursday when he said that our money discussions were "moot."

"The best I've ever had is Korbel," Gene added. "This is way out of my price range."

"Not with the income you're pulling in now, Gene," Dave corrected. "You can afford to do nearly anything you want."

Gene smiled. "I keep forgetting that I'm not working at Bellagio, anymore."

"You a dealer there?" Jason asked.

"No, security at the fine arts gallery."

"Oh," Jason acknowledged. "So, what are you doing now?"

"Strength coach for the football team," he revealed.

"Ah," Jason sighed. "It sure looks like it. What a stud!" he whimpered.

"Down, Lassie, DOWN!" Dave laughed.

"Pretty pathetic, aren't I?" Jason laughed along.

"No, just honest," Dave replied.

We paid for our purchases with the same checker as earlier in the week. She smiled broadly at us. "You boys really know how to party! Another celebration?" Dave told her that this one was for other friends who couldn't make the first party. They were special friends whom we wanted to be very good to.

When we left the store, I wondered if we weren't guilty of conspicuous consumption. "This is a special occasion to celebrate your good fortune. Stop trying to be so damned PC!" Gene blustered. "You can be more frugal later."

"He's right, of course, Mike," Dave smiled. "We need to celebrate and do it right. Besides, we may decide this good bubbly isn't worth the extra price and go back to that rotgut we love so much."

"Okay, I've been chastised," I laughed. "I was just talking out loud, anyway. But, we may work up to Korbel instead of Cook's!"

"That's more like it," Gene sighed. "Enjoy your good fortune. Don't treat it like you didn't earn it. Unless, of course, you didn't earn it and you robbed a bank!" he laughed.

"No, we didn't rob a bank, Gene," Dave smiled. "But, you'll just have to wait to see why we're celebrating."

Gene spent the balance of the afternoon conferring with the college professor who had agreed to have his class draw up remodeling plans for Gene and Kurt's new home. Receiving the keys yesterday, he showed the professor through the house. The teacher had already secured a copy of the plans from the building codes bureau of the city (with Gene's permission). He assured Gene that $75,000 would be more than adequate to whip the house into shape. After Gene told him his general ideas (and a timeline of not greater than four weeks for preliminary drawings), he returned.

Joe ambled down the street with Ray (from Robert and Gary's) to work with us on what landscaping changes should be made. Dave had tagged several shrubs that needed to come out, but Joe decided to keep one of them, trimming it back severely. The rest of the plans were finalized, a minimum of maintenance would be required. Joe took time to walk through Gene's yard, commenting on what should be changed or cut back. For most of the yard, though, only pruning and trimming were needed. With some direction from Joe, they could do it themselves. As he was leaving, I reminded Dave that we'd talked about getting a gate put in between the two properties. After we got agreement from Kurt and Gene, we'd have Joe add that to his cost of the new landscaping.

Before six o'clock, Kurt had done enough studying and needed a break. Our party was the perfect excuse to escape from the dorms. He and Gene fucked upstairs for the next 20 minutes. They showered and dressed, joining us in the last minute preparations. At 6:40, Jason rang the doorbell. He was looking for the promised help to get the Salmanazar and tub into the house. Kurt and Gene provided the muscle effortlessly. They placed it on the center of the dining room table. The real champagne buckets flanked either side. Jason added more ice to the "special" bucket, drooling over the tall, muscular, hot duo as they assisted.

"When are you going to open this?" he asked.

"After everyone gets here, or 7:15, whichever occurs first," Dave said. "We still want to see that cork fly before it gets too dark."

The phone rang. John Wells had a solution to our need to give something to charity. At Cynthia's urging, he was calling to tell us to donate whatever we thought was right to our local chapter of the Susan G. Komen Foundation (the fight against breast cancer), and to donate a matching amount to PFLAG or any other local gay organization we thought was worthy. We assured him that the donations would be made Monday.

"And thank Cynthia for such great suggestions," I affirmed.

"Absolutely!" Dave agreed. "These are terrific ideas. I like the touch of making them locally. Thanks, again, John. We wouldn't have been able to make these donations without your good work."

"Be generous, but remember how hard fought this was and how deserving you are," John reminded us.

"Have you been thinking of an amount, Dave?" I asked after hanging up.

"I think we need to be generous," he pondered. "We have more money than I thought I'd ever see. Something on the order of a million apiece?"

I grinned broadly. "You almost read my mind. The Mormons (among many other religions) think you should tithe 10% of your income. I was thinking of $2,500,000 split right down the middle."

"You old fraud!" Dave laughed. "All this time you are so anti-religion, and here you are dragging this old chestnut out."

"It's hard to break old habits, especially the good ones," I responded. "Am I being too generous with your money?"

"Not at all," Dave smiled, kissing me tenderly. "I think the figure's a good one. We can certainly afford it. Shall we announce it tonight?"

"I don't think so," I stalled. "How would be define the amount without giving away the fact we have a buttload of money? This is setting us up to be 'loan central'. Besides, I think these should be given anonymously."

"You've given this some thought, haven't you?" Dave smiled, nuzzling my neck. "You're right. I don't wanna be harangued by all the other charities in town. I'm willing to donate more at a later date to other causes, but this donation need not get out to the world."

"We'll just stick to our story that we had a successful lawsuit (the nature of which we can't discuss), which has left us unemployed, but comfortable," I reminded him.

"Better leave that unemployed part out," he warned. "That makes it sound employment related and we can't say that."

"Oh, right! How about if we say that it has left us where we don't have to work anymore, unless we choose to as volunteers?"

"Better," he agreed. "Still, let's be careful that we don't let this one get away from us. I know it's killing me not to be able to crow about this lawsuit."

"'Fight the feelin', Honey,' to paraphrase Miss Geraldine," I laughed.

Everyone was anxious to hear our news and the reason for another party so soon. Uncle Clay and Linc arrived first. That seemed to have triggered a tidal wave of guests as the rest of our invitees arrived within the next five minutes. By seven o'clock, all guests were assembled in the dining room and living room. Most remarked on the enormous champagne bottle.

Dave took the floor getting everyone's attention with his booming voice. "Thank you all for coming. This is a special occasion, as we mysteriously told you." There was a ripple of laughter. "We wanted our best friends to help us celebrate our good fortune. Mike and I have come into a good deal of money, which will allow us to discontinue working. If we invest wisely, we'll have enough to have a happy retirement, too. Due to the terms of the lawsuit (which we won), we can't discuss it. We can't tell you how much, whom it was against, or even the nature of the suit. However, we can tell you that this enormous bottle of champagne is called a Salmanazar. It holds the equivalent of one case of champagne." The guests murmured about what he'd said so far, but were now more interested in the huge bottle. "We expect you to help us drink it ALL!" After a rousing cheer, Dave added, "We're going to need some strong backs to take it outside, into the backyard. We want to launch the cork into our new neighbor's backyard, Kurt and Gene!" Dave pointed them out. Being as tall as they were, they were very easy to spot. "We hope you'll add your congratulations to ours for their new relationship AND new home."

"Hear, hear!" several men shouted.

"We'll bring the bottle back into the house, but in case it decides to fountain, I want about ten of you to bring glasses to catch any that tries to get away," Dave continued.

"Just have Steve put his mouth over it," Brad said loudly enough for all to hear. "He's the best cocksucker around!"

When the laughter died down, the coaches, Kurt, Gene, and Trevor hoisted the big washtub and carried it out the wide back door. With all the guests gathered in the backyard, George aimed the neck of the bottle over the back fence. He peeled off the foil, and unwound the metal cage, then, slowly eased the cork out of the neck with two thumbs, gently rocking the stopper loose. It rocketed out with a loud pop, making all the gay men squeal with surprise and delight. The cork cleared the fence, landing with a wooden sound against the patio door of the house behind us. George hurriedly put a glass beneath the opening to catch any champagne jets, but only a little foam showed at the end of the neck.

"Good!" Dave said. "More for us to drink! Congrats to Kurt and Gene!"

"Hear, hear!" more men said this time.

The same five men lifted the makeshift champagne bucket and carried it back to the dining room table. George lifted the Salmanazar out of the tub (with assistance from Bill "Robocop" Dundee and a large towel), and began pouring. The tawny liquid bubbled joyously in each glass.

Uncle Clay shouted to be heard, "To Mike and Dave. May they ever be happy together!" The guests saluted us with raised glasses and choruses of "Hear, hear!"

There was a universal nodding of heads that this was very good champagne. "Our wine steward gets all the credit," I said, pointing out Jason. "And he's single!" They laughed. But, I did note more than casual interest from Trevor, the trainer, Donnie, Dave's brother, and Steve's sons, Jim and Jeff.

"The next round of champagne is mostly domestic, but still very good," Dave previewed. "We'll start opening them as soon as you're ready. In the meanwhile, enjoy some of the delicious food you've brought. It's all in the sunroom."

More champagne poured. More toasts were proposed. More questions were asked, but we remained tight lipped. Clay and Linc didn't give us away, either.

As the party was winding down, Dave suggested the Grand Marnier taste test. Everyone was for it, immediately. Those who hadn't sampled at the housewarming were told about the amazing difference that they had to taste. Universally, they drew the same conclusions as last time. The 200-year-old Grand Marnier was superior to the traditional by a wide margin.

By 11 p.m., men were yawning. With all the good champagne and Grand Marnier in them, they should have been plastered. However, these were big men and they'd had a great deal to eat, too. Only a couple of them couldn't drive, but their boyfriends would drive, so that was no problem, either.

Joe and Ray walked back up the street with Gary and Robert. The other neighbors also walked casually home. Kurt and Gene went upstairs as we said goodnight to Uncle Clay and Linc. Donnie left with Trevor, Jason took Jim home (having already fucked his brother, Jeff, as well as my cousin Larry in the upstairs bathroom), and the coaches spent another night with our neighbors, Nick and Mark. Keith and Karl went home with Robocop and Bob.

"Thanks for coming and not blowing our cover," I said to Uncle Clay and Linc.

"And for bringing the Grand Marnier. You're a lifesaver," Dave added.

"Our pleasure," Clay replied. "I'm so pleased that this worked out for you as well as it did."

"Did Cynthia call you with suggestions on charity donations?" Linc asked.

"Yeah! She told us two local ones we should lay some money on," I revealed.

"Good," Linc said. "I know this means a lot to Cynthia. And even though John won't admit it, it means a lot to him, too."

The last guests to leave were Dave's cousin Roger and Jim. "You're a lucky man, Dave. You got Mike and money. You don't need anything more," Jim grinned drunkenly.

"As you can see," Roger said, "this little number is feelin' good, so I'll be driving home. Thanks for inviting us. We had a great time. And congratulations!"

"Thanks," Dave said. "Drive safely."

Dave shut the door behind them and leaned against the door. "I'm exhausted. Let's leave all this for tomorrow morning."

"No need to," came a voice from behind me. "A good bartender always cleans up afterwards. Food's in the fridge. But, I don't have a clue what to do with this enormous bottle. It seems a shame to recycle it."

"Jason said that he'd use it as part of his champagne display at the store," Dave grinned. "All taken care of."

"Okay, then, I'm outta here," George said. We already slipped an envelope (with his wages and a big tip) into his pocket for working as our bartender tonight.

"Thanks, George," I smiled, kissing him chastely. "We very much appreciate you working tonight when you could have been playing."

"It was fun!" he chortled. "Besides, being able to open that huge bottle was worth it. I'll never get another chance like that."

"Thanks, George," Dave agreed. "I wish you much success with Mike in Las Vegas." He thanked us, again, and left.

With one last tour through the house, we locked up and went to bed.

More to cum. A trip to Sacramento, another to Salt Lake City, and a honeymoon. Plus MUCH more.

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