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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 57 -- Sacramento

Sunday was rainy, again. But, our impromptu brunch (after the gym, chest day) was well attended. Joe, Ray, Robert, Gary and the coaches were working out with us, so they were invited, along with Mark and Nick from next door. Kurt and Gene put in an appearance after they'd fucked themselves into a lather. The gym had gotten them hot, sweaty, and horny. Licking the sweat and male scents from each other led to deeply plunging dicks up hungry buttholes.

Their tardiness was greeted with good-natured ribbing. "Newlyweds," Randy snorted. "Can't keep their dicks in their pants more than a minute before they gotta fuck, again."

"Like, we were never that bad?" Chuck laughed. Randy smiled back at him. He knew they were probably worse.

Brunch was mostly leftovers from last night's party, including champagne mimosas. It almost seemed a sacrilege to use such good champagne as a mixer. But, the bottles had been opened, so there was no point in allowing the champagne to go flat. Dave added omelets with all kinds of mysterious ingredients that had once been canapes. But, they were delicious. We ate like starved men, demolishing everything laid before us.

After we sent everyone home, Gene took Kurt back to the dorms, so he could study. He promised to pick him up in time for dinner and an all-evening fuck session. He would have suggested an all nighter, but knew Kurt needed the rest before his finals.

I called Brad and asked him to get us airline tickets for Sacramento next weekend and Salt Lake City the weekend after that. I wanted hotel suites in Salt Lake City for three couples, dinner reservations for Saturday night at both locations as well as a chauffeured limousine. Although Carol's doctor has prescribed rest during her last trimester, going out for dinner was not on the "don't do" list. Brad called back within two hours with all the reservations arranged. We would leave on Friday and come back on Monday each weekend.

Joe suggested that he come back in April for additional time with Ray as well as a week's worth of landscaping work that needed to be done in our yard. Dave offered to rip out the plants and shrubs that Joe had targeted before Joe returned. We upgraded some of the new plantings to include young palm trees that could stand an occasional arctic blast, and bedding plants. We weren't sure what was in the ground and had yet to come up, so we weren't fixated on flower beds as much as the larger shrubs and trees. With that in mind, we added a gate in the back fence, and landscaping changes and fixes for Gene and Kurt's new home as a housewarming gift from us. Joe mentioned a price to do it all and we accepted.

Monday was another rainy day. But, we made some people very happy by presenting them with a large Cashier's check. The amount was $1,250,000 and was donated on the condition that it remains anonymous. The president of the local chapter of the Komen Foundation was flabbergasted. "Holy SHIT!" she'd shouted when we asked to speak directly to her, and then presented the check. Her staff didn't know what to say after gushing out a thousand thank-yous. They made sure that their national headquarters knew of the contribution. Although they promised to keep it anonymous, the chair of the Foundation insisted that she fly out and thank us personally. Although they asked repeatedly why we'd chosen them, we couldn't say more than a friend had suggested it.

PFLAG squealed and carried on something dramatic. But, what would you expect from a bunch of gay men and women and their parents who'd been presented with a windfall of $1,250,000? Again, we had to remind them that this was an anonymous gift and was to go for education and outreach, especially to minors. They thanked us profusely, trying to find some way to recognize us for our generous gift. However, any recognition would blow our cover, so we declined each suggestion.

"We have a banquet each year where we honor all those who have contributed their time and money," the local chapter president (a grandmotherly matron of indeterminate age) said. "Please, come to that. We won't be mentioning any amounts, but you must be there so we can thank you."

"Thank all the people who donate their time. That's more valuable than what we've donated," Dave smiled. "But, we'll come as long as this sizeable gift remains anonymous."

"Yes, without them, we'd not exist," she allowed. "But, your gift gives us so much leverage to do other things that couldn't be done before."

"I'm sure you'll do great things with it," I assured her.

As we left the PFLAG office, Dave turned and said, "That's the kinda place I feel I could do something as a volunteer. I know that communities of color have special issues with their gay youth. Maybe, this money and some volunteered time will do some good." I nodded. I'd been thinking that I needed to spend some time there as well. There were other organizations that could use us as well, so we needed to be selective and not get overwhelmed.

"This money that we've gotten is because were gay, Dave," I pointed out. "Therefore, we should use it and our time in that direction. You could donate some of your time and legal expertise for gay men and women who need legal assistance. And I could volunteer at gay organizations, which need accounting or bookkeeping services. I wouldn't want to be their full-time accountant, but I could surely help them set their books up and review them occasionally."

When we got back from the gym (back day), there was a call for us from PFLAG. They asked if we'd like to be board members on the Pacific Northwest Region council. "Such a generous donation should be shepherded by the donor," she'd said.

We thought about it, but delayed the decision. We had other issues we needed to address in the near term. After a few months, we'd entertain her request, again.

Thursday, we helped Kurt and Gene move their household goods (what they called their meager belongings) into the house behind us. After everything was put away, Gene insisted on feeding us. Kurt entertained us with tales of his college finals while Gene shopped for additional ingredients for dinner. Those stories only served to remind me that I didn't miss college exams for an instant, nor did Dave, from the looks on his face. But, Kurt felt good about his tests (which meant, he probably aced them).

We made two trips around the corner to fetch something from our house that Gene knew he had, but couldn't find for his dinner preparations. "Just another reason that we need that gate through the fence between us," he smiled. Pot roast with potatoes and vegetables cooked in the oven for two hours was the main course. Gene added a salad and lemon cookies to round it out. While the pot roast cooked, they welcomed us to their new home by fucking both of us nearly to death. Big cocks like theirs were rare, but felt good. Big muscle men, leaning over us, were a weakness for Dave as well as for me, I discovered. Watching their hard muscles bulge as they slowly pistoned their fat, long dicks up our butts was unbelievably satisfying. They switched off twice before Gene came in my butt and Kurt came in Dave's. Dave and I sucked each other's nuts empty in a noisy 69 as Kurt, then Gene, filled their condoms.

"You should have been the first to fuck in your bedroom instead of fucking with us," Dave sighed with satisfaction.

"We did!" Kurt laughed. "Every day, at least once. Each room has been officially deflowered. I wasn't taking finals and studying all the time, ya know."

"I thought you were fucking all the time upstairs at our house," I laughed.

"We were," Gene smiled significantly. "Those were the more relaxed, comfortable, longer sessions. We have far too much cum to fuck and suck only there."

After dressing, we helped with the last minute preparations for dinner. Over dinner, we found out that phone and cable service would be installed tomorrow. As Kurt was out of school for better than another week, he'd be home when the installers arrived. I was going to offer to do that for them, but remembered we were headed to Sacramento tomorrow morning, anyway.

When we left for home, we asked them to keep an eye on our place, picking up the mail and newspaper, while we were visiting Duane and Carol. We'd be back Monday a little after noon. "We'd offer to pick you up at the airport Monday, but I'll have Kurt's car," Gene volunteered. "Unless, of course, I have a new car by then. But, as I can't guarantee that we'll have bought one by then, I can't promise anything. However, you could give me Duane's phone number in Sacramento, and we can call you if I get new wheels."

Dave didn't have Duane's number memorized, so he called Gene with the number when we got home, as well as giving him Dave's cell phone number, too. "It'll be wonderful to have them as neighbors," Dave smiled. "So handsome, built, hung, and so nice. We could have done much worse."

Friday was a blustery day, but the rain relented to occasional showers. I was looking forward to getting down to some sunshine and warm breezes in Sacramento. I wasn't disappointed. It was sunny and nearly 70 degrees. Duane met us at the airport, without Carol. As their car was small, I could see why she hadn't joined us. But, before we could get to the parking area, Duane pulled us into the first men's room he could find, and blew us. We jointly sucked down his load, too. "Gawd! How I've missed the taste of your cum," he whispered when we left the "scene of the crime."

"You've been saving up, too, Duane," Dave smirked. "That was a big load you shot for us."

"I haven't had sex in months," he lamented. "Not with Carol in her condition. Doing myself releases some tension, but as soon as I knew you were coming down, I stopped beating off."

"You'd better chew some gum or get some mouthwash quickly, Duane," I suggested. "You have cum breath!"

He produced a packet of gum, offering us some (which we took), then, took two for himself. "Two big loads get two sticks of gum," he laughed.

The airport was 10 miles from town, "out in the sticks" as Duane said. But, it was close to the freeway, so we made good time getting back into town. Duane and Carol lived close to downtown in a restored Victorian. The old house had been divided into two condos. As soon as the babies arrived, they were going to move to a house out toward Citrus Heights, which had a bigger yard, and larger bedrooms. The commute would be easier as Duane's job was out that direction, just off Interstate 80.

Carol greeted us at the door with big hugs and kisses. It was difficult to hug her back, with that big, pregnant belly in the way. We tried to gallantly not notice her bloated condition. "Big as a whale, and I feel like it, too," she laughed. "And these kids are kickin' me all the time, day and night. I don't think they ever sleep."

"Just think of how active they'll be after they're born," Dave grinned. "Rather you than me!"

"This may be all your fault, ya know!" she laughed. "You and Mike may be the daddies, so I'm gonna blame YOU!"

"How soon before the wait is over?" Dave asked.

"Around the first of May, but twins can happen anytime after six months," Carol sighed. "I hope they go full term, but I also don't want this to drag out that long. I'm already more than a little uncomfortable. These guys are bruisers, now! Their sharp elbows and knees are pummeling me, too."

"You'll look back at this and smile, AFTER it's over," I assured her. "But, right now, just do what your obstetrician says. Take it easy, relax, and keep the faith."

"Easy for you to say," she sighed, again, as she waddled into the living room and sat down heavily.

"You had lunch yet?" Duane offered, changing the subject. We shook our heads to the contrary. "Okay, lunch is coming up. Anything special you'd like, Carol?"

She thought a moment. "A big chef salad," she said with determination. "I think we have all the ingredients, too."

"Sounds good to us, too, Duane," Dave spoke for both of us. "What can we do to help?"

"Entertain Carol," he suggested, practically running into the kitchen.

"Ain't I a bitch," she sighed. "This pregnancy has produced all kinds of mood swings and I'm taking it out on poor Duane. I'll have to make it up to him in some way after this is all over."

"This, too, shall pass," I encouraged. "When the kids are born, all of this won't matter. Just hold on to that."

"Thanks, White Boy. I need to be reminded by someone other than Duane and my doctor," she trembled. "I just gotta listen to myself and back off when I start in with the Bitch Goddess routine."

"I know this is hard for you, Carol," Dave sympathized. "But, this is hard, not AS hard, for Duane, too. He loves you and doesn't enjoy this harpy aspect, either."

Carol's eyes flashed. "Of course, you're right," she said calmly. "I just have to learn how to mellow out."

"What can we do to help?" I asked.

"Take Duane away for a day or two and have some fun," she suggested. "He hasn't been able to be more than My Man Friday for a couple of months now. I'm surprised that he comes home at nights after the way I treat him sometimes."

"But, what about you?" I pressed. "You can't stay here alone."

"I have a girlfriend just a couple doors down who's been offering to stay and let Duane escape," she revealed. "But, Duane wouldn't go. Maybe with you, he'd go."

"Lunch!" Duane yelled from the kitchen.

Dave and I assisted Carol off the couch (with thanks) and followed her into the dining room. We could tell by how she walked and braced herself that she was hurting. The "baby" in front was causing a heavy strain on her lower back. She sat clumsily at the table, dropped a large napkin over his stomach, and propped the salad bowl atop it. "I find that the table is too far away to reach, so I eat from my stomach," she laughed. "But, I always have a big appetite. This is yummy, Honey. You know just how I like it," she said kindly to Duane.

"There's more if you want it," he smiled solicitously. "I know sometimes you feel like you can't eat much because the kids are kicking up such a fuss. You can munch on the rest of it in an hour or so when they calm down." He could read her discomfort like a textbook. She smiled and nodded. They'd been through this before.

"I was just telling the boys that you should run away from home for a few days while they're here," she repeated into her salad. "Beth can watch me in case something happens or I need some help getting around."

"You sure about this Carol?" he asked. "I don't want to be abandoning you when you need more help than ever."

"Don't worry about it. The break will do us both good," she smiled. "Go look through the paper for some of those weekend getaway specials for Lake Tahoe or Reno," she suggested. "It's late enough that Donner Pass shouldn't be a problem. You could drive up. It's only a couple of hours." Duane looked unsure. "Take the cell phone. I can contact you in a minute if I have to have you come back."

"You sure?" he questioned again.

She nodded. "I'm sure."

"We were going to take you to dinner tomorrow night, but I guess if we can get back by Sunday afternoon, we can do it then," Dave suggested. He handed his cell phone to me, so I could call Brad and tell him of the change in plans. Brad called back within the hour, telling me that changes were made without difficulty. Meanwhile, Duane had gassed up his car, checked the newspaper for hotel/casino specials. While I had Brad on the phone, I asked him if he had access to any specials that would be better than what were in the Sacramento Bee for South Lake Tahoe. He said he could upgrade us to an Executive King Suite at the Hyatt Regency for what the newspaper was trumpeting for regular guest rooms at the same price. He'd have to jump on it now as it was Friday afternoon and we wanted it through Sunday noon. I told him to book it and call us back with a confirmation.

Duane called Beth, confirming that she was okay with checking in on Carol several times a day, including meal preparations. Beth was delighted to help.

As we were approaching the Fair Oaks Exit off Highway 50, Brad called to confirm our reservations at the Hyatt Regency in South Lake Tahoe. Traffic was pretty heavy all the way to the lake. It seems that many people from the Bay area had the same idea. And this was Spring Break for college students, so we were lucky to find anything available. However, at those suite prices, those would be the last to go, anyway.

Although Duane's car was small and somewhat underpowered, we made it over the summit and into South Lake Tahoe with relative ease. The valet service took care of the car as we pulled our overnight bags from the trunk. Check in was simple. The reservations desk didn't bat an eye when they learned three men would use the suite. Evidently, that wasn't uncommon here.

The instant we were in the room, Duane attacked us. "Fuck me until I can't walk. Tag team me and dick me forever," he begged, ripping off his clothes as well as ours.

From a doggie style position, his beautiful ass beckoned us on to the bed, his brown hands spreading his ass cheeks, showing us the winking pucker buried between the muscular, round mounds. Duane's full nuts and hard dick swung invitingly between his firm legs. "This butt's for you!" he badly paraphrased the beer commercial. Dave slipped between Duane's legs (face up) and engulfed the 9" dripping dick to the root. I straddled Dave's broad chest and licked a long, wet line from Duane's big nuts to the base of his spine. Duane's pucker quivered at the tactile sensations of slimy tongue spearing it. I pulled his buttcheeks farther apart and dove in. He moaned, begging for more tongue as he slowly face fucked his older brother.

My legs slowly bent, bringing my ass closer to the floor. But, Dave was there to break my descent. His upright, leaking 11" horsecock rubbed against my butt, finding a deep crevice to push against. I squatted down farther, spreading my butt mounds, allowing his hungry dick to lube my asshole with his precum. The more I ate Duane's ass, the harder I sat on Dave's upward thrusting rammer. My gripping buttcheeks gripped and relaxed, giving Dave a munching sensation on his shaft and dickhead.

Dave moaned loudly around Duane's pistoning dick, joined by my groans of pleasure at Duane's delicious hole and Dave's thick dick threatening to open my ass with each lunge upwards.

"Hey!" Duane laughed. "You're supposed to be fuckin' my ass, not Mike's!"

"Mind your own business," I snorted into his wet hole. Dave was zeroing in on my hungry butthole. The thick head was lubing it up well. He positioned the big head carefully, squeezing more precum out against my grasping back door. He pushed gently and I sat down forcefully. His monster bulldick soared five inches into me in one thrust. "FUCK!" I roared, feeling his dickhead jerk inside me.

"Am I ever gonna get fucked?" Duane wondered. I'd stopped eating his hole and concentrated on taking more of Dave's big dick up my eager ass.

"If Dave'll keep fucking me, I'll fuck you right now," I sighed smiling.

Dave ejected Duane's dick and pulled out of my ass. He grabbed the lube that we'd left on the floor, then, handed me a condom. As I rolled it on, Dave lubed me up. I pushed Duane down on to the bed and mounted him. Dave was immediately in me, all the way to the pubes. I kissed Duane's earlobes and whispered, "This is gonna be a short ride, Duane. My nuts are about to boil over already. Sorry." I drove forward as deeply as my 9" dick would go. Duane sighed and grinned, grinding his ass back into me as best he could with two men atop him. He clamped his tight channel around my throbbing dick and tugged on it with his ass muscles.

The added stimulus of Dave's monster cock hitting my prostate at precisely that moment shoved me hard over the edge of my climax precipice. I couldn't even utter nonsense monosyllables. My rigid body told both bread parts of this fuck sandwich that the meat was creaming hard into Duane's butt. I pulled myself deeply into Duane as he milked and thrashed beneath me to get me off. As my climax waned, Duane continued the pressure. But, my sensitive dick forced me to withdraw as best I could despite Dave's hard body pressing down on me.

"Shit," Dave whined. "I was just about to nut in your ass, Mike!"

"Here's one that needs another rider," I whispered, breathing heavily and pointing to Duane's open butthole. In record time, Dave donned a condom and pushed deeply into Duane's receptive butt.

"Fuck, YEAH!" he sighed as Dave's 11" monster prick slid home.

"Get up on your hands and knees, Duane," Dave directed. "I wanna go deep!"

Duane complied. I caught my breath, then, moved beneath Duane. I knew that Dave's big dick in Duane's butt would make Duane cream no matter what else he might have planned. Duane's toothsome precum was even better than I'd remembered it. He sucked on my cum-dripping dick, milking the last drops from it. Then, he pulled my legs up, and began to munch on my recently fucked hole. "Mmmm," he moaned. "Nothing much better than freshly fucked, white boy ass!"

Dave laughed, but continued to long dick his younger brother. From my vantage point, I had better than a front row seat to the best fuck I'd watched in some time. Dave's thick, long dick was sliding all the way in, then, pulling out until about half the head was showing. Duane's butthole gaped open obscenely as it accommodated his brother's breeding post. Repeatedly and slowly, the scene continued. Each time Dave withdrew or slid forward, Duane's dickhead would swell and jerk in my mouth, depositing more sweet drops of precum.

My butt was licked deeply, ardently, as Dave's speed increased. The faster and deeper Dave plunged, the deeper Duane moaned and the further into my upturned ass his tongue drilled. His leaking dick in my mouth tasted so good. The sweet precum was oozing out in heavier and thicker volumes.

Duane grunted once, then, stiffened. His precum turned creamy, the volume rushing out in huge white ropes of sperm. His dick jerked and swelled, and his hot snorts of pleasure into my butthole warmed me. I swallowed, then, again. More cum shot into my mouth.

The action on Dave's hard dick was obvious. I could see his urethra swell and shoot streams of warm cream into the condom, deep into his brother. Dave's shouts of climax nearly rattled the windows in the room. With one final deep plunge, he flopped on Duane's back, allowing his automatic fucking action to finish the job. Duane loved every thrust from his older brother and each hard suck from me. This was the service he'd missed most since he'd visited with us last.

We showered, checked the shows at the hotel, and then, decided to walk around the main street of South Lake Tahoe (Stateline). But, after a short, cold walk to the adjoining hotel, we returned to the Hyatt. March at that altitude presented temperatures in the 30's, even on a sunny day. Thinking we were visiting sunny and warm Sacramento, we hadn't brought anything warm with us.

We'd left our suits at Duane's home, so we weren't dressed to eat at the fancy restaurant at the hotel. As Dave and Duane wanted to hit the tables, we ate dinner near the casino. After dinner, Duane and I needed to piss, but Duane couldn't hit a men's room without getting sex when Dave or I were nearby. While I was draining my lizard, Duane looked over his shoulder and spied an empty, handicapped stall. When I zipped up, he pushed me into the stall, pulled my pants down and sucked my limp dick into his mouth. Within five more minutes, he was swallowing my starchy load.

I checked to see if there were any other men in the room. Seeing no one else, I told Duane we were in the clear. Dave opened the inner door to the men's room and smiled. He quickly scanned the room, then, smiled. "Been suckin' off my boyfriend, have you?" Duane grinned sheepishly. "Do I get some, now?" Duane's smile turned radiant.

"Yeah!" he boomed. "Anytime you need it, I'm your man!"

"Back into the booth, then," Dave commanded. He grinned at me, producing two foil packets, one with a condom and one with lube. I knew Duane would be getting fucked again, which left me with the pleasant task of draining Duane's nuts as well as he'd recently done mine. Not more than a few seconds after we'd entered the booth, the room became more active with other traffic. We had to be quieter than we'd wanted to be, but it was worthwhile.

Duane shot his load down my sucking throat in less than two minutes as Dave pounded his hungry hole. I finger stroked Dave's bullnuts, and sucked up the last drops of his younger brother's load. Dave finished his hard fuck in the following minute, as at least two men stood at the urinals not more than five feet away. I don't know how he was able to keep from shouting out his hard climax. Even his hips didn't slap against Duane's eager ass. But, considering how deeply planted Dave's monster dick was, there wouldn't have been any noise, anyway.

During a break in the traffic, we quickly exited the crowded stall. "I need another shower," Dave breathed. "And you two could use some mouthwash, cum breaths!"

We agreed that a shower was a good idea before we hit the casino. But, that took more time than we'd anticipated, as Duane was determined to get both of us to fuck him, again. I didn't think I had another one in me, but Duane was very "persuasive" in his special way. Dave followed, hammering his brother's ass for a good 15 minutes before releasing another creamy load into a deeply buried condom. During the last minutes that Dave was pounding Duane's ass, I backed on to Duane's curved, hard 9" dick.

When Duane shot into my pleasured ass, his tight stroking of Dave's horsedick with his ass muscles raced Dave into another hard climax. Again, Dave was flopping on Duane's back like a fish out of water as the climax ripped away his general muscle control. Only his narrow hips continued the automatic fucking until his big nuts were empty.

At the crap tables, we broke even. Dave decided that breaking even was a clear signal to move to something else. He tried 21, but that was a bust. So, we tried a progressive slot machine. Duane hit a couple of small jackpots, then a big one for $1800. "This will pay for some new baby furniture we've been looking at," he exulted. "Although, Uncle Sugar will be getting some of this, too," he sighed, but still smiling.

Dave hit a few jackpots at the dollar machine, but couldn't do better than break even. I lost my ass. I couldn't hit a thing.

We went back to the room a little before midnight. Of course, Duane wanted to fuck all night long. However, by two in the morning, we were drained and wanted to sleep. Duane's ass was pretty sore by then, anyway, so he agreed, finally! But, that was only after Dave and I had two more times on his butt, Duane making his older brother squeal with delight as I was on top, Duane was in the middle, and Dave on the bottom of a deeply satisfying triple fuck. Duane sucked off Dave after I'd dumped my creamy load into a condom in Duane's butt.

Duane woke me up around six, eating my ass. He did have a thing for white boy butt! I think he was tongue-mining for more of Dave's cum. Dave mounted him while Duane continued to eat my hole, until I couldn't stand it any longer. Backing up on to his 9" prong, I slid Duane's jerking cock into my ass just before he cut loose with another climax into me. Dave pounded hard, reaching climax before the two men atop me became too heavy.

After another shower (during which we avoided Duane's persistent entreaties to fuck him, again), we joined a few other early risers for a champagne brunch. The champagne wasn't very good, but mixed into a mimosa, it was drinkable.

We spent the rest of the day taking the loop highway around Lake Tahoe. Duane insisted that we stop at every vista to enjoy the view. Although it was bracingly cool, we constantly marveled at the beautiful terrain, the crystal clear lake, and snow clogged mountains rimming the lake. We stopped for lunch at a small cafe at the north end of the lake (Crystal Bay), just across the border from California into Nevada. The sun was setting over the west side of the lake as we drove into the valet parking at the Hyatt back in Stateline.

After another round of fucking and dick squirting, we decided to take in the dinner show. The dinner was good, the show wasn't. The comedian wasn't funny. He had a trash mouth and he thought that was funny. Not many other guests did, either. Only a few remained after their dinner was finished to watch his act. I didn't want to break up the party, but by the looks on Dave and Duane's faces, I saw no point in prolonging the agony. "Let's get the fuck outta here," I whispered. Dave paid the check and we walked out.

We tried our luck at the tables, again. Nothing. I went to the slot machines, finding the tables frustrating. The first machine was good to me. I won $100. I stayed with it and won another $25, then another. I decided to quit while I was ahead. I went to a more expensive $5 machine. Again, I hit a lucky streak. Dave and Duane encouraged me to continue until the slot machine refused to give me anymore of what I'd been putting in. However, I was still $800 ahead (not counting last night's abysmal showing).

By then, Duane was feeling guilty that he'd only talked to Carol once (last night). He pulled out his cell phone and called her. Beth answered the phone, as Carol wasn't very mobile. Handing the phone to Carol, Beth went into the kitchen to fix a late night snack for them. Duane told her of my good luck and their pretty good luck and atrocious luck tonight. She suggested we bag it, get a good night's sleep, and leave early for Sacramento in the morning. She missed him. Duane was all smiles after that.

And horny. He pushed us into several 69's with the odd man out fucking one of the available butts. Duane also wanted Dave to fuck me bareback, so he could eat Dave's sperm from my ass. Dave did his best to cum in me without ramming deeply as he was cumming, but he wasn't very successful. Duane didn't seem to care, and I know I didn't. Getting a shallow fuck out of Dave meant that his fat, flared dickhead abused savagely my prostate. For me, it was one of the best fucks I'd had all weekend.

While I sat on Duane's face, Dave sucked off his brother. Within another ten minutes, Dave was deep in Duane's ass, again. Having cum only a few minutes earlier, Dave was in the saddle a very long time. Poor Duane's ass was hot pink by the time Dave had shot his last creamy rope of dick juice into his sibling. By now, my batteries were recharged. Dave smiled at me and presented his tight, narrow ass to me. I happily fucked him bareback, giving Duane more ass to eat after I'd shot my load.

I dropped off to sleep as Duane and Dave continued their sexual coupling. It must not have lasted much longer as none of us were awake before eight, when we heard housekeeping running vacuum cleaners in the hallway. I jumped up and put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside door handle, and crawled back into bed. But, the boys were awake by now and needed more servicing.

I suggested the showers to get us started toward leaving for Sacramento. It probably wouldn't have made any difference, as Duane's butt couldn't handle anymore dick for a while. He happily sucked off both of us in the shower. Of course, my white boy ass got the load that Duane had manufactured overnight.

We did the champagne brunch again, but Duane abstained from the champagne. He was driving. It was another glorious, California day for our trip back. We left early enough that we were ahead of nearly all the weekenders heading back to the valley or the San Francisco Bay area.

Carol was, indeed, pleased to see us, again. Missing her husband for a couple of days was the attitude adjustment that she'd needed.

We dressed for dinner. Dave and I took a little longer than we ordinarily would. Before we showered, I coyly suggested that after that long trip from the lake, his nuts were too full to comfortably sit through dinner. He grinned at my perverse suggestion. But, that's not to say that he didn't do it, anyway. After showers and two rinses with mouthwash to disguise the cum on our breath, we waited for the limo to show up.

Gene called to tell us excitedly about the new Sequoia they'd purchased. He gushed on and on about all the whistles and bells, the metallic jade color of the paint, and the comfortable leather upholstery. Kurt wheedled and whined until he got Gene to good-naturedly agree to let Kurt have the truck for the day, so he could pick us up at the airport tomorrow.

Right on time, the chauffeured limousine pulled into the driveway, then, whisked us in opulence to the restaurant that had been recommended by Brad. The driver was a hot looking Latino who wore his uniform well. The round curves of his butt and broad shoulders hinted at a nice package beneath. We got more than one knowing look from him. Carol stayed away from the champagne that we'd ordered for the car (except for a sip of Duane's), but ate more than her share of the hors d'oeuvres. The California champagne was one that we'd had at our celebration at home.

Dinner was excellent, the service attentive, but not hovering. During dessert (a chocolate torte that we'd heard from Carol was to die for), we broke the news to them about our successful lawsuit. Much as they tried, they couldn't get any details. We reminded them at least a dozen times, under the terms of the settlement, we couldn't talk about it.

Despite our stonewalling, they did have a good time. The limo, dinner, and drive out to their new neighborhood made the weekend for them. Duane had other, more personal, reasons to smile, but we weren't going to say anything. Carol did ask how the weekend at the lake was. Duane said that we'd enjoyed the day trip around the lake, but the headliner entertainment was more than disappointing. He's saved the good news about winning the $1800 until that moment. Carol was teary about having the perfect setup for the babies' bedroom now. If she hadn't been so pregnant, they'd probably have had sex right there in the limo.

Duane took Carol into the house. We stayed behind to pay off the limo driver. Standing against the left side, he gave us a phone number and a grope. Dave returned the grope with a hand down the back of the guy's pants deep into his butt crack. The driver pressed back into Dave's hand. I pulled down the zipper of the driver's pants and found a very fat, hard dick.

"You got a big dick, Amigo,' the driver whispered, fondling Dave. "Does your boyfriend, too?" Dave nodded. "Good. Yeah, feels nice to have a finger up my ass. But, a big dick is better. You trade off?" Dave nodded again. "I got a fat choriso for your hot culos, too. Your boyfriend sucks good!" he whispered. Dave felt the driver's fat, throbbing dick when I pulled away for a second.

"I wish we had time to take advantage of this," Dave sighed. "But, my brother and his wife will be wondering what happened if we don't get back in there right away. Sorry, Man!"

"Call me the next time you're in Sacramento," the driver hissed as Dave's broad hand squeezed the driver's dripping, thick cock. My hand went into the hot Latino's pants and felt an eager, wet butthole.

I pulled my hand out of the driver's pants and sniffed my fingers. "Yeah, Man. Can't wait to watch this hard, black 11" dick slide up your hot Latino ass. Here! Taste your hot asshole," I commanded sticking my fingers in the guy's mouth. The driver swooned. "Yeah, that's it. I knew you'd be a butt eater. We love that with other guys, too," I assured him. "Thanks for the ride, Man. We'll be sure to ride you next time." The driver groaned with disappointment as Dave pulled off his uncut, fat dick. My wet fingers slipped up the driver's ass, again, much easier this time.

The driver's pants slipped off his hips, exposing his randy, round ass. "Fuck me, Man! Gotta have it!" I stuck my fingers back in his mouth and my hard dick deep up his asshole. I went in easily, fucking him slowly for about a minute.

"You need some of this, Dave," I said softly. "Hot ass!" I pulled out and Dave took my place. As more black inches thrust into him, he begged for my dick. "Yeah, I knew you loved the taste of butthole. Here. Take this hard dick and clean it off," I demanded. He took my dick balls deep, licking and sucking, trying to keep from shouting out the pain and pleasure that Dave's thick 11" horsedick was giving him. He stroked his fat choriso feverishly.

"Madre de Dios!!" he muttered, then sucked hard on my dick again. His jerking body clearly communicated his climax. Dave pulled out just in time and sprayed the driver's ass with a big load of cream. I held the guy's head and rocketed my spasming load into his sucking, gripping throat. He was too intent on sucking me off. I couldn't stand the pressure on my dickhead after I came. I pulled away fast!

I looked down to see the driver's shoes spattered with cum. Dave scooped his own load from the randy Latino's ass cheeks and fed him the starchy load.

"FUCK!" the driver said. "I love cum!" We smiled at his admission. "Next time you're in Sacramento, I want both of you to fuck me and fuck me until you can't cum anymore."

"Thanks for the ride," Dave grinned.

"Yeah, thanks to both of you for riding my ass," the driver smiled. "I love big dicks like yours. Please, come fuck me, again." He pulled up his pants, wiped off his shoes and looked in the rearview mirror. Grinning, he slid behind the wheel of the stretch limo and drove off, waving back to us.

"Didn't even get his name," I grinned.

"We should have," Dave agreed. "An ass that good needs constant service."

"What's on the paper he gave us?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that," Dave smiled self-consciously. He extracted the small, folded piece of paper from his pants pocket. "Name, phone number, and e-mail address." He laughed as he read more. "Need big dicks in my tight ass. Please CALL!" Direct and to the point. We'd be sure to look him up next time we were in town.

When Duane took us to the airport the next morning, he complained about his ass still being sore. We only laughed at him. However, he did insist on one last blowjob for everyone in the men's room at the airport. We couldn't disappoint the soon-to-be father, so we agreed. After we'd filled his throat with cum, Duane wanted one last taste of our butts. "I'm gonna scandalize those people back at the office with butt AND cum breath!" he cackled. Dave sucked him off before the flight left. My tongue slithered up his ass for one final farewell. His butthole was hot! It was probably still inflamed from the heavy ass pounding he'd taken at Tahoe from both of us.

Kurt met us at the gate when we arrived back home. His shit-eating grin told us that he and Gene loved the new SUV. His hard body felt as good as ever when he hugged us. "Awesome wheels!" he replied when we'd asked if that was the reason for his big smile. Of course, casually groping our hard butts as he hugged us and an errant hand brushing across our dicks told us that he was pleased to see us, too.

Clean, shiny, new, no license plates, yet, and a beautiful metallic green. They'd decided on the Toyota Sequoia, Limited. It had all the whistles and bells, except for the navigation system. We appropriately ooh'ed and aah'ed at all the right places, as he demonstrated one gadget after another.

Dave asked how the dinner went with Kurt's parents. Kurt related that it was smooth as silk. The dinner was a huge success and his younger siblings were very impressed with the house and with Gene. It really didn't surprise him, but he was relieved, nonetheless. He's promised to show them the plans for the remodel as soon as they were available. The college professor has promised that within the first week of next term's classes, he and his students would be looking over the house to see what they were going to be working with.

At home, we dumped our clothes in the washer, sorted through our mail and newspapers, deciding it could all wait while we went to the gym. Trevor told us that the place hadn't been the same without us being there. We'd only been gone three days, we reminded him. He wanted us for some fun in the sauna, not necessarily to workout. It became clearer then what he'd meant.

Monday was back day, so we hit the machines and free weights before we added aerobics and abs at the end. Trevor joined us hastily in the steam room to blow me, then Dave. Afterwards, he asked Dave if his brother Donnie was really as hot as he seemed to be. He especially enjoyed Donnie's big dick and tight, tasty asshole. Besides, he was bright, nearly out of college, and an incredible lay. If he couldn't have Dave, he'd certainly settle for Donnie. Trevor revealed that they'd spent nearly the entire weekend together. Donnie's classes and finals were over, so he had lots of free time on his hands.

On Tuesday, we talked to the bankers and moved our money into a biotech index fund as well as into some tax-free, municipal bonds. We didn't feel comfortable yet that the technology stocks were ready to come back, nor did we feel good about the heavy industry stocks like GM or Ford. Even our neighbor who worked at Intel agreed with us.

As Friday approached, I was getting more and more nervous. I knew Dave would be a big hit with my family, but it was still hard to get over my conservative, Mormon background and the old (finally reversed) stand about black men and the Priesthood. However, the family already was introduced to black men when I was dating Jeff in high school. Dave was definitely more polished, better looking, and hunkier than Jeff. But, that evaluation was through my eyes, not theirs.

Of course, Dave could read me like a large-type book. My nervousness showed several times a day. He continuously assured me that everything would go well, and he promised not to embarrass me. As if! But, Friday finally arrived. Kurt took us to the airport and wished us luck.

Salt Lake City

Although we told my parents not to take time away from work, they insisted on meeting us at the airport. Mom looked radiate and genuinely glad to meet us. Dad was more reserved, but Dave warmed him up in a hurry. All he had to do was talk positively about the Utah Jazz and he was Dad's eternal friend. Utah is crazy for basketball, whether high school, college, or professional.

We'd gotten as far as the car before their bursting curiosity couldn't be held in check. They were a torrent of questions about the big news and the fancy dinner we were planning for tomorrow night. Dave fielded the questions, but didn't reveal much. He did let them know that we wouldn't be working anymore, IF we invested wisely the proceeds of a successful lawsuit. But, under the terms of the settlement, we couldn't say more. Of course, they pressed for more, but we were steadfast in our refusal to divulge more.

They took us to the Hotel Monaco (half a block from the Salt Palace in downtown Salt Lake City) where we checked in and deposited our baggage in the room. Mom insisted that we go back to the house for a late lunch, as dinner wasn't scheduled until about seven (when the rest of the tribe arrived). Dad gave Dave the grand tour of the house, then, settled into the family room to discuss more basketball and football. Dad was especially impressed that we knew two of the coaches of the professional football team, and considered them to be good friends. Of course, I had to add that through Uncle Clay (a white lie), we'd met another man who successfully competed for the strength coach position with the team. So, we knew three coaches now, instead of two.

Over lunch, they wanted to hear all about how Clay and Linc were doing and how Josh seemed to be progressing at UNLV. We held back certain tidbits, but otherwise said they were fine and doing well. Dave did say that they'd been up twice to see us and we'd spent New Year's Eve with them in Las Vegas.

Of course, we had to share pictures of our new home. The sunroom (and the orchids in it) intrigued both parents. Dave also drew up a layout of the yard and the landscaping changes that Joe had suggested for April.

By 6:30, the rest of the tribe arrived. My younger sister, Kristina (named after her great, great grandmother), her husband (John) and two young sons (Tony and Mike) arrived first. The youngest sibling, Sarah (named after our mother) has never been to anything on time in her life. Her husband, the long-suffering, slightly bemused Rulon, took a lot of kidding from the rest of us about her tardiness. Dave was an instant hit, giving the grandchildren horsy rides (I was envious!) in the living room while the rest of the family caught up on the latest news. They pumped me for more information, but I demurred. They'd get all the news we could give them at dinner tomorrow. They looked at our parents for support, but got none. They knew then that we'd already told them, but were delaying the information just to be dramatic. Kris had always called me a drama queen from the time we were in high school. This only confirmed it.

Mom's standing rib roast was as delicious as ever, even rivaling Opal's chicken and dumplings (as Dave told her). I could tell that by 9:30, the "parental units" were tiring. I suggested we make it an early evening and catch up again tomorrow afternoon before heading to Park City (about 30 minutes up in the mountains) for dinner at seven. We had the limo hired from five until midnight, so we planned on leaving the hotel at five, driving through the canyons toward Park City until time for dinner. We left the "ancestral home" with Sarah and Rulon taking us back to our hotel.

I got that horsy ride I'd been hoping to for, by the way. Dave's smile matched mine on Saturday as I returned the favor before we got out of bed early Saturday morning.

Kris had said she'd put the boys down for a late nap, so they'd be fresh and not cranky by dinnertime Saturday. John and Kris were going to take the boys to their other grandparents for a visit for most of Saturday (including the nap), before dressing for dinner back at the hotel. Rulon and Sarah said they'd take us on a trip around Salt Lake valley during most of Saturday, as Dave had never been there before.

Rulon and Sarah were terrific tour guides. We started at Vosen's for a hearty German breakfast at eight. From there, we were all over the Salt Lake valley starting with a dash out to the Great Salt Lake, Promontory Point where the transcontinental rails joined, the This is the Place Monument (where Brigham Young told the pioneers that they'd gone far enough), Temple Square, the new Conference Center, the Family History Center (where I'd spent many hours doing research on the family tree), and the grade school, middle school, and high school where we'd all graduated. It was a full day.

The limo arrived at five. We knew that Sarah wouldn't be ready, so we left with the limo driver to pick up Mom and Dad. We returned to the hotel at nearly 5:30 p.m. My sisters and family were waiting in the lobby. We'd told everyone, but Sarah, to be ready at 5:30 p.m. She was told 5:00 p.m. The boys had a great time with "Uncle Dave" again. Snacks and beverages were available in the limo for us to nibble and drink. The young boys ate most of the cheese and crackers, leaving the fresh vegetables and other canapes for the adults. As the young ones probably wouldn't be eating restaurant food, their mother didn't mind.

Our driver knew the area around Park City very well, showing us the ski lifts, shops, and historic sites. By the time we pulled up to Chez Betty, it was nearly 7:00 p.m. There was something about the driver that seemed very friendly toward Dave and me, but correct and proper to the rest of the family. Maybe, the big, blonde hunk knew we were the guys who hired the limo and he needed to be nice to us, if he wanted a big tip.

Chez Betty (presided over by Betty, the goldfish) was famous for French country cooking. Tony got a booster chair between his parents and little Mike got a high chair on the other side of his mother, and next to Grandma. The entrees were difficult to choose among, but we finally settled on smoked salmon ravioli, sauteed French Burgundy escargot in puffed pastry with garlic, tomatoes, red peppers, and country ham for John and Kris. Rulon and Sarah had the sauteed scaloppini of turkey breast with shrimp and artichokes, and the rack of lamb marinated in garlic and herbs. Dave had the rack of lamb and I joined Rulon by ordering the turkey with artichokes. Dad ordered roast duck with wild rice flan, and Mom stuck with her favorite, beef tenderloin with potato pancakes.

Before dessert was served, we let them in on our tale resulting in a financial windfall. Of course, they were full of questions, most of which we couldn't answer. Rulon and John especially congratulated us on not having to work, again, IF we invested wisely. Their faces looked wistful, but still happy for us. I'm sure they were wondering how a couple of fags could be so damned lucky. Even though I was family, it still bothered them that I was gay and had a lover whom I obviously adored, and he loved me back just as much.

Dessert was white chocolate cheesecake with raspberry puree or berry compote with homemade white chocolate ice cream. Everyone shared those with the person sitting next to him or her. The boys were happy with what their mom had brought with her to feed them. Of course, they got a taste of the desserts.

By the time we left the restaurant at 9:00, the boys were tired. Tony curled up in Dave's lap with his blanket, and Mikey stretched out across his mom and dad's laps. We were stuffed, so conversation was at a minimum. Despite the amount of information they'd extracted from us at the table, we couldn't tell them more without breaking the terms of the settlement agreement. They deduced some things, but we wouldn't confirm or deny them. They were left to think what they wished.

The driver returned Mom and Dad home first, then, took the rest of us to the hotel. Kris and John took the kids up to bed and Sarah and Rulon bid us goodnight at the door. As the limo was rented until midnight, we asked him to take us to some of the gay bars in the city. He knew some of them and avoided others. We were very overdressed and the smoke was overwhelming. With a few minutes at each stop, we were back in the car. Our driver suggested that if we were looking for a good time, that he could provide it better than the assorted men at the bars.

Preston was a big, collegiate-looking man, about 6'3", 220#, short blonde hair (cut in a very butch looking flat top), sparkling blue eyes, rugged good looks, and deliciously muscular body (even in his chauffeur's uniform). Dave was instantly interested. After interrogating him (especially finding out how versatile he was), we took him up on his offer. He parked the limo in one of the bus parking areas and joined us in our room. For the next 90 minutes, Preston's smooth, creamy white body got more sex from Dave and I than he'd probably had in a year. We started with a daisy chain, three-way blowjob, which devolved to several minutes of noisy butt munching. Before it was all over, we'd both fucked him twice; and he'd fucked us once each. He was hungry for our big dicks and hot, round asses. He couldn't get enough. We were pleased when he asked if he could come back Sunday night for a longer session. Of course, we agreed.

As the dinner was with a group of good Mormons, Dave and I forsook the wine and champagne list, but made up for it when we'd returned to the hotel. Two bottles of champagne had been left chilling in the small refrigerator in our room. We nearly finished off both bottles of the bubbly before Preston left (taking refreshment breaks between climaxes). Preston, being the good Mormon boy didn't partake in the champagne.

As the rest of the family would be doing their church thing most of Sunday, Dave and I had already agreed that we were going to take in the Tabernacle Choir broadcast Sunday morning, then wander around the city for the rest of the day. We'd do another family late lunch before the girls had to head back home, as their husband's had jobs requiring their presence on Monday. We begged off dinner with my parents, but agreed to breakfast the next morning. They had already insisted that they were not working Monday; so taking us to the airport for the flight home was not subject to discussion or protest. We acquiesced.

But, Sunday night was left for Preston. Although he had classes to teach on Monday morning, he spent the night with us. If one of us wasn't molesting him, the other one was. He was so handsome and SO eager for sex. His hard body had all the responses that Dave and I loved. His tight, thirsty ass, hungry throat, and frequent climaxes were manna from heaven. He made me think of a shorter version of Kurt for his eagerness for sex, as well as Steve's son, Jim, as the blonde muscleman. Of course, Preston was smooth where Jim was furry.

His frequent couplings with us made us smile at his eagerness to please. He was fascinated by Dave's huge, black dick. (Salt Lake City hadn't increased the percentage of black population since I'd been there.) Getting it in every hole from Dave as often as he could while I probed a different one, only made him want to cum more each time. He felt he had to show us how much pleasure we gave him. That would have been obvious with the noise and ardor that he put into his lovemaking. The frequent cum shots from his fat, 8" dick were creamy frosting on the sex cake.

The few chances we did get to chat with him, we found out he had a Master's degree in European history (with specific training in medieval England), he was a professional genealogist at the Family History Library (evenings) and limousine chauffeur (weekends) to supplement his meager teaching income. The unusual first name of Preston made me wonder if we weren't distantly related, as Preston was a surname of one of my New England ancestors. Of course, he was related to the same James Preston family I was, he'd said. That's probably where we got the same fat, big- headed dick. Dave thought he's seen some family resemblance between us, but all hunky white boys looked alike to him, he added laughing.

Preston bemoaned the fact that he didn't have a boyfriend and wondered if he'd ever find one in Salt Lake City. With his full days, nights, and weekends, he got little exposure, Dave pointed out. The trip to the Northwest to see us would fix that, we promised.

However much we didn't want it to happen, Monday morning arrived and we had to bid him farewell. We'd gotten no more than four hours of sleep due to his seemingly constant need to be fucked or sucked off. Oh, to be that carefree, again! Of course, we invited him to come visit us whenever he could get away. He smiled so big I thought his face would break. Evidently, he liked the offer, promising to visit when school ended in June.

Dad picked us up for breakfast after we'd checked out of the hotel at 9:00 a.m. Mom had prepared waffles, eggs, and bacon for us. She added fresh fruit, maple syrup, and raspberry jam to the abundant food.

The plane left at 11:00, so we had plenty of time for breakfast and goodbyes. I was struck dumb when Dad told me that he was proud of me and he thought Dave was a terrific son-in-law. I smiled stupidly and thanked him and Mom for their hospitality and kindness shown to Dave. Also, I silently thanked Uncle Clay for breaking the "color barrier" in the family. Dave got a big hug from Mom (so did I) and the warmest handshake and back slap Dad could summon (I got the same).

They wished us good luck and a safe journey home. "And a wonderful life together," Mom added with eyes moist. Dad smiled in agreement. That said much more than any words from him could have. Sons always want their father's approval, whether they're willing to admit it or not. It meant a lot to me. Walking down the jetway, Dave could see it in my eyes.

"He's a wonder, isn't he?" he smiled softly.

"I'd never have expected that from him, Dave," I choked out. "You made me proud to be your lover."

"You've been a wonderful son to them, Mike," Dave said, hugging me as we turned a corner toward the plane. "You've made them proud all by yourself."

We entered the plane, found our seats, and sat next to each other, holding hands. After we were airborne, one of the stewards passing out drinks and nuts, leaned in and asked, "Newlyweds?" He smiled.

"Not quite a year, yet," Dave beamed. The steward sighed and smiled.

"Must be nice," the steward commented.

"I sure like it," I affirmed.

"You'll find one," Dave assured him. "A hot guy like you should have them pounding on your door."

"Flyboys have a lot of one-night stands, but nothing very lasting," he observed. "Still, I'm not giving up hope."

"That's the spirit," Dave grinned.

"So, what's your poison, gentlemen?"

"You have champagne?" I asked.

"Always," he smiled back. "But, it isn't the best I've ever had," he added confidentially.

"We're willing to risk it," Dave allowed.

"Okay," the steward agreed. "One split to be shared?"

"Sure," I said. "If it turns out nasty, we haven't wasted much."

It was Cook's. The blackberry aroma reminded me of some larger bottles we had at home. "Good enough for us," I grinned. "Bring another in about 20 minutes?" He nodded and smiled.

"Well, it isn't as good at the more expensive stuff we've had recently, but it'll do," Dave laughed. "I guess I have plebian tastes."

"Me, too!" I agreed. "It isn't nasty, but it's not as smooth as the more expensive stuff."

The steward sat on the armrest across the aisle from us. He was chatty almost to the point of neglecting his duties. We didn't mind, but the other cabin employees probably did. However, as the senior steward, he could get away with it. We found out his name is Rick, he's been flying with the same airline since he graduated from college ten years ago. He'd had a couple of lovers, but the relationships didn't last more than a few months. Both of them ended because his flying schedule gave his lovers too much time to find someone else who was always home. He revealed that he'd always had a soft spot for musclemen. Most of them were "dumb as a box of rocks" he'd laughed, but he was willing to keep kissing the muscle-bound frogs until he met his prince. Besides, it wasn't all that bad getting one-night stands with muscle heads. He could do much worse.

Rick was about 5'10" tall, light brown hair (parted in the middle), brown eyes, a ready smile, and a good body, he said, because he worked out every day that he could find a weight room. But, flying as much as he did and staying at hotels that didn't have weight rooms meant that he worked out only four or five times a week on average. The weeks he wasn't flying, he would workout every day, though.

We concluded that he was quite a catch. But, we didn't know who could stand the schedule Rick had. But, we told him to contact us the next time he had a stopover and we'd see what we could do to make his evening pleasant. He leered at us and leaned in. "I hope that means you intend to prove how versatile I am!" he whispered. We nodded at his brazen attempt to get us to divulge more.

"VERY deeply," Dave promised.

"That's what I like to hear," the steward beamed. "I prefer more than 8" and have more than 8"," he bragged.

"No problem there," I assured him, keeping the exact dimensions a mystery until later.

"I look forward to it," he grinned evilly back at us. The captain sounded and lit the "Fasten Seat Belts" tone and sign. "Gotta work," Rick said standing. Before we exited the plane, Rick had slipped us a piece of paper with his name, phone number, and address on it. "Anytime," he smiled as we left.

Kurt met us again at the gate. He was as happy this time as last. "I got all my classes, just when I wanted them," he bubbled. "It helps to have friends in high places," he added, giving each of us a big squeeze and grope. "Classes start tomorrow, so you wanna hit the gym this afternoon with me?"

We nodded agreement. Dirty clothes went into the washer, ignoring the mail, paper, and insistently blinking answering machine. "You probably need to grocery shop before you can do dinner, so why not come over to our place for dinner tonight?" Kurt asked as we headed out the door. We agreed. I didn't feel like facing that problem so soon after getting home and neither did Dave.

At the gym, Trevor mentioned that Scott was entertaining men in the sauna and steam room again this afternoon. However, Preston had fucked us out pretty well last night and this morning. Besides, Kurt and Gene probably had some "horizontal entertainment" planned for us later this evening. We should save ourselves for their sexual advances.

We thanked Trevor for the invitation, but were going to turn Scott down this time. However, we did ask how he and Donnie were doing.

"Fucking like rabbits!" he laughed. "That kid can fuck and fuck and fuck! He never tires."

I smiled at Dave. "It runs in the family, Trevor."

After our workout, we headed for home. Kurt left us at the door so we could unwind and sort through the mail and answer phone messages.

I was perplexed at one of the phone messages. "Dave? Do we know a Randall Illingsworth? He seems to know a lot about the house."

Dave thought for a moment. A flash of insight lit his face. "He's the previous owner, Mike. What'd he want?"

So, what does the previous owner have to say? He's gay, too, remember? Now, Kurt and Gene live behind them. What will that bring? What about their promise to give back some time as well as their money to the gay community? And the twins that Carol is carrying? Are they Mike and Dave's? MUCH more to cum.

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