Black and White

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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 60 -- A Birth and Celebration

We got the call at six in the morning. Dave pounced on the phone fully awake. He didn't even answer it. He said, "Well?" knowing it had to be Duane calling us.

"Mother and boys doing fine," Duane said tiredly. "And so is Daddy."

"But, exhausted," Dave said with concern. "You sound awful."

"I've been up for 24 hours. I'm not as young as I used to be, so I'm pooped."

"Go home, go to bed, get some rest," Dave directed. "How's Carol doing?"

"She's in her room sleeping. And so are the boys, but they're in the neo-natal nursery. They sure are cute little devils."

"So, what about vital statistics?" I prompted.

"Yeah, Duane. Give us all the vitals like weight, length, NAMES?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm so tired I can't even think straight."

"You called Mom and Dad, yet?"

"No, you were the first call. I have to call Carol's parents, too."

"You're too tired to call our family. I'll call them after eight this morning. You can call Carol's parents and have them spread the word on that side of the family," Dave suggested.

"Thanks, Bro. That'll help a bunch. I'm not sure how coherent I am right now."

"So, just tell us the vitals and we'll let you go."

"Okay, uh, the bigger boy is just over eight pounds. I think the nurse said eight pounds, 3 ounces. The other one is seven pounds, fourteen ounces."

"That's a good start, Duane," Dave smiled patiently.

"How long?"

"Big dicks on those boys," Duane chuckled.

"You're shittin' me!" Dave laughed. Dave whispered Duane's revelation, as I got closer to the phone. I smiled knowingly.

"Nope, hung like mules. Even the doctor mentioned it. He said, 'If those boys grow into those big dicks, they'll be tall ones'," Duane guffawed.

"So, how long?" I asked. "And I don't mean dicks!"

Duane laughed. "Well, Dave is 23" long and Mike is 22" long. Tall suckers, aren't they!"

"Dave and Mike?" I shouted with glee.

"Sure, named after their grandfathers, and their favorite uncles," Duane related. "Carol really was firm on naming them after the grandfathers, but I know she's got the hots for Mike! And for you, too, Dave!" I laughed. There was more truth there than I needed to share with Duane.

"So, did they take the blood samples for the paternity test?" Dave inserted.

"Yeah, same time as the metabolic screening," Duane answered, then, sighed. "These are the cutest, little, brown babies you've ever seen. Even Donnie and Doug weren't this cute."

"And they were adorable when they were infants," Dave agreed. "Momma always thought so."

"She changed her mind as those little hellions got older."

"Did she ever!" Dave laughed. "I thought she'd kill both of them before they hit their teenage years. They could raise more hell than any other two kids I ever knew."

"And I hope these two didn't pick up that trait," Duane sighed. "This daddy can't handle two bundles of energy like those two."

"So, Daddy, get some sleep and call us back when you've had a chance to see Carol again and hold the babies," Dave said.

"Already held them. Little squirmers, but they went right to sleep shortly after being born. I think they were as tuckered out as Carol, AND Daddy," Duane yawned.

"Go home, get some sleep, Duane," I insisted. "You're no good to anyone right now."

"I'm easy to convince on that score," Duane allowed. "I'm gonna go check on Carol to be sure she's sleeping well, and one more look at the kids. Then, home for sure."

"Wish I were there to tuck you in," I leered.

"You'd tuck in your big dick and I'd have a smile on my face bigger than the one I already have," Duane laughed at me.

"And after he got done with you, I'd be sure to add a big load of cream to your ass as a personal congratulations present from me," Dave grinned.

"You have no idea how appealing that is right now, but I'm too tired to be much fun to anyone," Duane yawned again. "Nonetheless, I'd love a repeat of Tahoe sometime soon."

"I don't think Carol will let you get away for a while," Dave cautioned. "Those boys are gonna be more than full-time care for several months. But, we'll be down to see you soon."

"We'll come up as soon as the babies are old enough to travel. I know the rest of the family as well as Carol's kin will wanna see them," Duane revealed. "Only Mom and Carol's mom will see them before that, unless you come down."

"When you can handle company, we'll come for a visit. But, you need rest now, and so does Carol. Go home, Duane," Dave commanded.

"Yes, Daddy!" Duane laughed. He broke the connection and Dave sighed, but had a big grin. He looked at the clock, but it was still too early to call anyone with the baby news.

"How about a nap, Daddy, before it's time for making those calls?" I suggested snuggling into him.

Dave pulled me to him and kissed me. "I'm so honored that they named those boys after us." I looked askance at him. "Yeah, I know what they said, but I also know my brother. Dad is dad, but I'm Duane's big brother. He's always loved me far more than he loved Dad. And I know he loves you, Mike. No one can love you as much as I do, but he does love you. And the way Carol was going on about you, I know she'd love to fuck with you on a regular basis, IF she weren't married. You really got her engines running." I blushed and stammered out a few syllables of nonsense. "Carol's not that close to her father, either. So, say what you will, but I know those boys are named after us. Naming them after their grandfathers is convenient window dressing." He paused and smiled at me. I'd been licking and chewing on his neck and ear lobes. "You trying to get your daddy to fuck you?" he whispered lustily.

'Uh huh," I smiled back at him. "I want some of that baby sauce deep in my butt. Breed me, Dave. I need you to make love to me, as only you can." I looked into his eyes, deeply. He smiled down at me, rubbing my back, his fingers straying to my round ass cheeks and the deep valley between them.

"How ya want it, Babe?"

"Face to face this time," I asked. "I want to watch your face as you make love to me. I need you to kiss me as you cum in my ass and force the cum outta my nuts, too."

"You're such a romantic, Mike," Dave beamed. "That's another reason I love you." He pushed my legs up to my shoulders, positioning his head between my legs, and sucked on my hard dick until I was about to erupt. He pulled back and smiled down at me, moving lower, sucking individually my boiling nuts. Dave kept up the pressure perfectly. I was close to cumming with each new activity he sprung on me. Next, my butthole and ass trench were worked mercilessly with his tongue and lips. He drilled my tight ass until I was literally begging him to fuck me, HARD! But, he delayed.

The more I begged, the closer he knew I was to a climax. Any attempt by me to jack off was slapped away. I was tormented in the most delicious manner. I pushed his licking face harder into my hungry ass, urging him to eat my butt deeper. Moaning with a need only Dave could pull out of me, I felt him change his position on the bed. He stabbed deeply, with one long stroke into my willing asshole, the entire length of his 11" black monster. I sighed with satisfaction as I felt his wiry pubes crush against my tender ass lips. Pulling on his round, hard ass cheeks, I looked into his smiling face. I grinned back. "I'm so fuckin' close, Dave," I murmured. His fat dick throbbed and jerked inside me.

"Try a little harder to hold out," he grinned. Leaning in, he kissed me tenderly on the lips, his tongue probing my mouth, sharing the taste of my recently eaten ass. His horsedick pulled out, and slowly re-entered. Hitting my prostate that hard wasn't going to keep me from climaxing. I groaned a warning. My jerking dick was leaking profusely. Dave kissed me harder and sped up his penetrations. He knew my warning signs as well as his own. I was right on the edge of my climax. Nothing short of a nuclear weapon would prevent my ball honey from shooting out hard and plentifully.

I moaned out another warning as best I could with his lips pressed hungrily to mine. His long-dicking action on my ass was attacking my prostate wonderfully. Dave tried his best not to rub my swollen dick against my abs or his. But, it didn't make any difference. When I get as over-revved as I was, my dick didn't require any tactile stimuli. Dave's lips kissing me, his monster cock, fucking deep in my ass, and the love I had for the man making love to me was more than enough to empty my bull nuts.

The louder my muffled moans became, the harder Dave hammered my ass. His hard thrusts were causing him to breathe like a chugging locomotive laboring up a hill. He was trying to time his climax with mine, but he was too late. The first weak shot of my spooge arched lazily up to my pecs. But, the second through sixth shots splattered onto Dave's broad chest, dripping down to my chest and neck. Some parts of those shots sprayed me directly. The harder Dave fucked me, the harder I shot, and the more my toes, fingers, and the tip of my nose tingled.

As my climax shots weakened, Dave broke our kiss and bellowed out his first climax wave. "SHIT! Fuckin' CUMMING!" he roared. I held on tightly to his hard ass, urging him to fuck me deeper, digging a new site for his sperm depository. He dropped down to my chest and continued slamming my hungry ass with his thick, obsidian fuckpole. His monosyllables of pleasure lapped at my neck.

When he'd gained some control back, he sighed, "Fuck, YEAH! What a great fuck you are, Mike." He nuzzled my neck, pasting his chest to mine with my cooling cum ropes. I could feel his dick still jerking and throbbing in my well-satisfied asshole. He released my legs, but I left them wrapped around his waist. He felt so good in my ass, and I wanted him to drain his entire load in there. I didn't want the coupling to stop. His hips kept up a lazy, fucking rhythm, keeping my ass happy.

A few minutes later, I detected the shallow cadence of sleep. Dave had fallen asleep with his still fat dick in my ass, his face pressed warmly into my neck and shoulders. I kissed his forehead and lowered my tired legs. Unfortunately, his long dick fell from my ass with a wet plop. I smiled. Damn! I love this man! He stirred slightly, burrowing his face more deeply into my chest. "I love you, Mike," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Dave."

A minute or so later, he rolled off. Before we hit the shower, we gave each other a tongue bath, licking up the big load I'd shot all over both of us. "Too bad I can't get pregnant," I sighed. "We'd make some beautiful babies together."

"I was just thinking the same thing. But, I think it would be a fight to see who gets pregnant. I love your fat-headed dick up my ass, spraying my guts with your baby- making gravy," he grinned. "But, I think you want the sex more than you want the baby," he laughed. He was right, of course.

Dave called the family, giving them all the particulars on the twins. He said that Duane would probably be able to answer any more questions later, but right now, he was exhausted and needed his sleep, probably as much as Carol did. Dave's mom snorted at that. "The women do all the work and the men are pooped. So like a man!" He knew better than to go down that road, so he let the comment stand. Dave, Sr. was as pleased as he could be that one of the babies was named after him, being his first grandchild. Opal wasn't so sure that she was ready to be a grandma, yet, but she was warming to it.

After breakfast, we put the finishing touches on our plans for tomorrow's Cinco de Mayo party. We had all the ingredients for margaritas. But, we'd have to have some beer on hand, in case we found some partygoers weren't fans of margaritas. We could make virgin 'ritas with what we had, too. But, there was the issue of food and whether we'd have enough of the right kind. Dave suggested a vegetable tray from Kroger's to go with what everyone else had been instructed to bring (which had been broadly defined as finger food).

As it turned out, we had way too much food. But, better that, than not enough. This is a good neighborhood with good neighbors on our street. Nearly everyone came. We didn't have to do a thing to entertain them. They entertained themselves with unending conversation with each other. Most of them had developed deep friendships over the last twenty to thirty years and were most gracious in welcoming newcomers (anyone who resided here less than ten years) to the block. Phil and Farrell had introduced "gay" as a non-threatening addition to the street. Due to their example, the other gay couples had moved in and were warmly received. No one could throw a party as well as queers!

The addition of two representatives from the pro-football team had been a bonus the straight men loved. Robert Stocker as a player and Gene as the strength coach always collected a circle of men asking football questions and replaying past games as conversation. The women couldn't have cared less about football, but did love chatting with the hunky, gay men who weren't the male chauvinist pigs their husbands could be. More than one of the women had mentioned what a shame that we were gay. They'd gladly let us warm their beds when their husbands were away. Even young Kurt came under their approving gaze, with allowances for his youth. However, several chimed in that they'd do him, anyway. All those "dreamy" muscles, child-like innocence, and cute smile made up for his lack of experience, they concluded. Little did they know that he had vast experience, just not with women. Still, he was the age of several of their sons, so that would be a complication. I only smiled at overhearing the hushed debate among them.

Dave cornered me late in the afternoon. "Have you been watching Dale?"

"Not particularly. Why?"

"He's sure got the crazies for Kurt and Gene. All those muscles are driving him nuts," Dave smiled. "Wanna try to get into his pants?"

"You mean take him away from our new neighbors?" I leered. He nodded. "Sure! I'd love to break in a daddy like him."

"How shall we approach it?" Dave wondered.

"Well, he did say he wanted to join us at the gym," I began. "How about if we talk about that before he leaves and get him to stay for a while and talk about it?"

"You are SO devious!"

"Thanks!" He laughed at my unexpected response.

"I'll go set it up now. I'll tell him to catch us later and we'll talk about working out," Dave smiled.

The party wound down about eight, with everyone gone (except for Dale) by nine. He told his wife that he was going to stay to help us clean up and talk about working out at the gym. She smiled and told him not to be too late or wear out his welcome. I had to smile at that. If she only knew, I thought.

Clean up took only 15 minutes. The dishwasher was loaded and turned on, the trash taken out, and the food and drink sent home with the partygoers or stuffed into our refrigerator. When we'd finished, Dave smiled. I knew he had a plan. All I had to do was play along.

"Okay, Dale," Dave smiled conversationally, "where shall we start? What are your workout goals?"

"Well, I don't want to go soft and spread out as I get older. I'd like to maintain some muscle tone. You know, age gracefully, not catastrophically!" he laughed.

"You wanting to build on or maintain what you currently have?" he pressed.

"I'll never have muscles like Gene or Kurt have," he sighed. "It just isn't in my genetic code. But, maybe I could get up to the level that you and Mike are?" he suggested with a more than friendly smile.

"It'll require some dedication," Dave responded. "You'll have to hit the gym at least four days a week, maybe more. And with intensity each time you go there."

"I'm willing to put into it what I need to keep from falling apart."

"Okay, then, let's start with where you are now," Dave smiled sincerely. "To do that, I'll need to check out your musculature. I have some shorts you can wear that should fit fine while I check you out." I nearly burst out laughing at that obvious come- on. But, Dale didn't pick up on it. I suppose he hadn't been around gay men enough to know our more obvious pick-up lines. "I'll change too, so you can get some idea of what your goals could be." Dave glanced stealthily at me.

"I'll change, too," I volunteered with a smile.

We went into the master bedroom. Dave pulled one of his older, but tight pairs of shorts out of the drawer and handed them to Dale. We took shorts out of a stack of them on a closet shelf we used on a rotating basis. Dale hungrily eyed us as we stripped. Dave took particularly long getting his shorts off and finding the right ones to put on. His fat, black dick was nearly half hard. That meant it was probably eight inches long and more than five inches around. Seeing his expanding dick made mine plump up, too. But, Dale's went to full hard. And it was a beauty. Dale's big dick was uncut, thick, and long. The size was clearly bigger than mine, but not as big as Dave's (lacking less than half an inch of matching it). It was straight as bar steel and just as hard. The foreskin had pulled back, nearly revealing all of the flared, fat head. It throbbed as Dave's dick bounced and stretched longer. My dick went to fully swollen in seconds. A drop of precum formed and reached lazily for the floor.

"I thought I was the only one packin' serious meat," Dale whispered. "Damn! You boys are really hung," he said more loudly.

"You got a big one yourself," Dave smiled. "I'll bet your wife loves it."

"Nah," he sighed. "Too big for her."

"Yeah, I had the same problem when I was married," Dave consoled.

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah," Dave smiled. "But, I don't have that problem anymore?" Dale looked quizzically at him. The light dawned. "Yeah, that's right. Mike and I love doin' the nasty, and know how to take it deep."

"A big fucker like that?" Dale asked pointing to Dave's 11" of throbbing horsemeat.

"Yeah," Dave smiled. "And taking a big dick like Mike's is no walk in the park, but it sure does feel good."

"How can you swallow that much?" Dale asked.

"I can't swallow all of it, not down my throat anyway," I smiled mysteriously. "Too big, even for me. But, he takes me pretty easily that way."

Dale looked perplexed, again. "Oh, you mean butt fucking!" he finally figured out. "DAMN! You can take all of THAT up your ass?" he blurted out when it finally hit him that something that big up the ass was well outside his experience.

"Sure," I smiled over at Dave, "But, it did take some time before I was able to take something that big. Now, it's pure joy. I've had a few years of experience, and it's easier than it looks."

"And I've taken Mike often the same way. He really knows how to make love to me," Dave put in.

"Dave can take just as big as he gives, and bigger," I leered.

"Really?"

"Uh huh," Dave grinned. "A friend of ours is a porn star: 14 inches of manmeat. It's a monster, but I manage."

"Even that one's too big for me," I admitted.

"What's the deal with taking it in the ass?" Dale asked, his hard rod still pumping at nearly 11". "I can sure see why you'd enjoy getting your dick sucked. A blowjob is always pleasurable, no matter who does it for you."

"Have you ever been with another man?" Dave asked.

"No, never," Dale admitted shyly.

"It kinda looks like you'd like to change that," I pointed out, staring at his hard throbber.

"It does have a mind of its own," Dale smiled ruefully.

"What do ya think it has in mind right now?" Dave smiled innocently.

"I think it would love a blowjob," Dale smiled back. "And maybe something to play with?" he added more subtly.

"Lay on the bed and Mike and I'll give you something to play with as well as make that big dick of yours happy," Dave suggested carefully.

Without saying anything, Dale did as he was instructed. "Like this"? he asked lying on his back. His long, fat dick lay across his lower abdomen, jerking with each heartbeat and leaving a small trail of precum whenever it relaxed enough to touch his stomach.

We moved into a 69 position with him, presenting our hard dicks to his face and hands. Our lips kissed along his thick dick, meeting occasionally as they moved up and down the shaft. I was the first to go down on him. His precum was sweet and sticky. I had swallowed most of it before I had to back off. Dave tried and succeeded in munching on Dale's pubes, swallowing the thick, long shaft completely. I'd moved to Dale's big nuts, humming a merry tune, wondering if a hum job was as enjoyable to him as it was to Dave. It was. He arched his back, driving his mighty phallus deeply down Dave's throat, and raising and spreading his legs for me.

I sniffed at his butthole as my face descended further, licking his nuts and hefting them. He was clean. The lower I licked, the higher his legs went. Whether he knew it or not, he was giving me the green light to lick his asshole. Dave moaned with pleasure, Dale moaning even more loudly. I looked up to see Dale sucking Dave's dickhead and several inches of the hard, thick, black shaft. Dave was still deep-throating Dale. Clearly, Dale was enjoying his first man-to-man contact.

Returning to my pleasurable task, my tongue licked and snaked its way lower. Dale's legs rose higher. I moved to get into a better position, and to give Dave more room to suck Dale's big dick. Aiding Dale with his raised legs, my tongue rimmed around his tight pucker, his heavy nuts weighing on the bridge of my nose. My hot breath pulsed against his winking sphincter. Dale moaned again. A hand rested on the back of my head. Whether it was Dave or Dale, it was all the encouragement I needed. With practiced strokes, my tongue lashed across his asshole, then, drilled it open. The mystery hand pressed the back of my head harder, and Dale's moans became higher pitched. This was the best sex he'd ever had, probably. Getting his nearly 11" dick buried completely anywhere had to be a new experience. Getting his tight asshole rimmed was probably new, but he decidedly liked it. And we were determined to make sure he got as much of these experiences as he could take.

"I think he needs some time on your fat dick, Mike," Dave suggested. Moving around, Dave applied a condom to Dale's leaking dick and some lube to his own ass. I slipped my dick into Dale's mouth. He sucked it like he'd been doing it all his life. His lips and tongue, not his teeth, worked their magic on my bloated cockhead. Dale was already an accomplished cocksucker. Some men learn how, others (including Dale) are naturals. "You're gonna love how deeply you can go this way, Dale," Dave crooned. He sat back slowly engulfing Dale's fat, long dick. More of my dick slipped down Dale's throat. I felt a muffled moan as more inches of hot dick slid into Dave and more of my dick inched down his newly deflowered throat.

"Hot mouth," I whispered.

"Great big, fuckin' dick!" Dave smiled. I leaned in farther, pushing more of my dick into Dale's throat and kissed the tip of Dave's monster. Opening my mouth, I swallowed nearly the entire thick, black prick. His precum was delicious, as always. Dale's moans rattled around my cock shaft. He thrust upwards as Dave's stretched asshole wiggled into Dale's pubic hair. "Yeah, Dale! Fuck that hot, black ass. Go DEEP, MAN! This is what you've always wanted."

Dave knew he was right. Dale was so overwhelmed by the feel of finally being able to bury his dick completely that he arched his back and drove hard and fast into his benefactor. Less than a minute later, Dale was bucking rapidly, then, stiffened, and cried out in a muffled orgasm that rasped and drooled around my partially withdrawn dick. "Ride my ass, Man! Fuck it!" Dave roared, bouncing up and down on Dale's butt stretcher.

Dale's pace was frantic to get off. His entire body stiffened, he gulped at my dickhead and thrust hard into Dave. A cadence of climax waves crashed over him, causing his body to thrash as uncontrolled as Dave did when he'd cum with me. When the biggest climax jolts receded, he ejected my dick from his mouth, but maintained his slow fuck rhythm. "This is the part my wife loves the best. I can fuck and stay hard a good five minutes more. That gives her more climaxes to work on. If she really gets going, I'll cum a second time."

"That sounds like my cue," I smiled at Dave. "You wanna fuck my ass now, Dale?" He nodded with a broad grin up at me. "What position?" I asked, dangling my fat dick over his lips.

"I've always wanted to fuck doggie style and drill all the way in. It's always been my favorite position, but ultimately frustrating because I can't go balls deep," he sighed.

"Yeah! Love doggie style," I beamed. "Let's do it!" Dave reluctantly pulled off Dale's nearly 11" dick and stripped off the filled condom. I put another one on, lubed up my ass, and got on all fours. Dale quickly got behind me. "That's a monster dick, so take it easy going in," I cautioned.

Meanwhile, Dave had upended the used condom and drained it of the contents. He leaned in and kissed me, sharing Dale's warm, sweet cum. I broke the kiss as I felt a fat, hard cock sliding relentlessly up my ass. I moaned with pleasure and swallowed some of the shared cum. Dave smiled. "Good, isn't it," he whispered. I nodded agreement. I wasn't sure if he meant the cum I'd swallowed or the big dick in my ass, but the answer would have been the same regardless.

"Oh, YEAH! Hot fuckin' hole, Man!" Dale exulted. He ground in more dick, then, pulled my hard butt cheeks into his hips, impaling me completely on his thick, long horn. "Better than any pussy and so fuckin' DEEP!" he added, punctuating his statement with another deep thrust and grind. His hands ran over my bulked up shoulders and muscled back. He moaned with pleasure as he squeezed my hard biceps and triceps. Dave slipped beneath me and assumed a 69 position with me. I bowed my back to escape some of Dave's expert cocksucking. But, that spread my muscled ass more for Dale's deeper fucks. "Oh, FUCK! I've never been so deep! Feels so GOOD!"

Dave pulled off my swollen dick for a moment to observe, "Looks hot from here, too, Dale. Big, fat, thick dick's opening up my boyfriend's hot ass. And he's takin' it ALL!" I felt Dale lean over my back and short-dick my ass. His hairy chest rubbed hotly against my back. Only an inch or so of his dick was exposed each time he withdrew. Drilling all of his cock inside me had made it super hard, again. He slowed his rhythm, hoping to prolong the hot fuck. But, he was too sexually excited for that to last much longer.

I was paying so much attention to Dale's furry chest rubbing on my back and his fat, long dick plowing my ass that I'd pushed to the background the 69 cocksucking Dave and I were enjoying. But, Dave hadn't. The visual of my hungry ass being plowed and the light tongue action on his fat, purple dickhead had boiled his nuts into a frenzy. With a groan of resignation, I felt and tasted his first shot of heavy nut honey. I sucked harder with my lips, but feathered delicately his squirting dickhead. His hips shot upwards surprising me. But, my throat opened automatically as I swallowed more hot sperm and several thick inches of gushing dick.

The taste of cum hit my tripwire. My heavy nuts released their flood of warm dick sauce into Dave's hungry mouth. He lapped it up as he blasted more into my sucking face. The action of my climax translated directly into my ass channel causing Dale to get the ride of his life. The extra stroking on his pistoning dick shot pleasure vibes through him, which he couldn't contain. "CUMMING!" he shouted. He pulled my butt hard into his hips and sprayed his thick cream into the condom. I felt his thick dickhead swell in my ass and the entire length of his dick shaft jerked repeatedly as his bull balls unloaded.

My climax abated, Dave's dick continued to leak tasty cum. He pulled away from my shrinking, sensitive dick and kissed my slowly relaxing nut bag. Dale continued a slow fuck in and out of my pleasured butthole. "This is so HOT!" he finally breathed. "I've never been able to go this deep and cum so hard in my life. No damned wonder you love butt fucking."

"Being on the receiving end is every bit as good as being the fucker," I smiled, stripping the last drops from Dave's relaxing, one-eyed, trouser snake.

"I'd never be able to take a dick that big up my ass from either one of you," Dale defended.

"You'd be surprised what you can do, Dale," Dave said. "If you want it badly enough, you'll find a way to make it fit. I had no idea that I'd love it like I do. But I was intrigued by how much Mike enjoyed it, so I had to try it. The rest, as they say, is history."

"How about the new guys that live behind you?"

"What about them?" I asked.

"They take it in the ass, too?"

"As often as they can get it. Both of them are very well hung, so they have a lot to deal with, but neither one of them pauses a moment when the other offers to fuck him," I revealed. "Gene's bigger than me, and Kurt's bigger than Dave."

"No SHIT?"

"Big guys generally have big dicks, and these two are no exceptions," Dave laughed.

"They sure are big guys!" Dale sighed and grinned. "Think they'd like a ride on my dick?"

"More than likely," I ventured. "But, they're new to their relationship, so I don't know how exclusive they are when it comes to other men."

"Just curious," Dale smiled as we cleaned up. "You guys are more than enough for me."

"Well, we'll see just where this goes," Dave said. "And we still need to do some kind of review to see what you should work on and what you'd like to set as goals. Don't want your wife to know we've been fucking all evening when you come home without any workout information," he laughed.

Dale smiled. "I'd love to have shoulders and chests like you have, and something about narrowing my waist again. The legs are a problem as I have weak knees."

"Okay, those are good goals. I think you've got the potential to make them all happen," Dave agreed. "How old are you and when did you have your last complete physical?"

"I turned 33 this year and my last physical was last year with no health issues," Dale answered truthfully.

"Okay. So, when do you want to start? I'll talk to Trevor about getting you a trial membership to see if you want to join this gym and stick with the program he and I will design for you," Dave began. "And you MUST watch your food intake. Cut down on fats, sugars, and such. Be careful on portions. Sauces are generally a problem, so go lightly with them or not at all. Diet is half the battle, but I'm not suggesting that you go to carrot sticks and celery. That's too extreme and you'll never meet your goals. Just be aware of your food intake and watch out for those fats."

"I can do that. We try to eat pretty healthy already," Dale said. "We've been talking about being even more careful than in the past. This would be a good time to start."

"Fair enough. I'll talk to Trevor and see what we can do about an exercise program that'll work for you," Dave concluded.

"By the way, who's Trevor"? Dale queried.

"One of the trainers there," Dave smiled. "He's dating my brother right now."

"Oh! A member of the club, then!" Dale laughed.

"Oh, yes. A very good member," I smiled.

"Do you prefer mornings before work, noon, or after work?" Dave asked.

"Noon is probably best," Dale replied after some thought. "It may change by 30 minutes or so on a daily basis, but I can easily take 90 minutes if I need to."

"Initially, you'll need all of those 90 minutes to make this routine work. Or we can split it up and you could finish the routine after work," Dave suggested.

"Well, let's see what it's like after a couple of times at noon. I may have to change to after work, if you really think it'll take 90 minutes," Dale added thoughtfully.

"It depends on how long it takes you to change, shower, and change back, as well as travel time," Dave stated.

"Not to mention sauna or steam room dalliances," I laughed.

"That happens there?" Dale asked incredulously.

"It happens at all gyms," Dave assured him. "Some are less blatant about it, but it happens."

"It's beginning to look more and more like this workout schedule is moving to after work," he laughed. "Give me a week to clear my calendar for noon workouts. Then, we'll start."

"Well, if you do decide to partake in the 'extracurricular activities', just be discrete about it. There are a lot of straight guys there who don't take kindly to man-to- man action," I warned. "And you'll have lots of guys hittin' on ya, too. Big dick like yours will attract men like bees to honey." He grinned shyly at that. His hot daddy looks and big dick were going to be a big hit at our gym! How he dealt with that while being married was his problem to sort out, I concluded.

Monday was Dave's birthday. What do you get for a guy who has everything he wants and can go get whatever he wants? The best I could do was dinner out at a favorite restaurant where the wait staff was hunky and attentive. We probably could have propositioned one or more of them for some fun at home, but we'd already agreed that this was Dave's night and all he said that he wanted from me was my love and tight ass.

He got both enthusiastically! I thought he'd enjoy using me as a sperm depository, but he wanted to make love instead. I was VERY okay with that. He bred me three times before morning light. His nuts were empty and my butt channel was full of his hot sperm. Although this was a special event, I would gladly have done this every night for him.

Our anniversary fell on Thursday, but we decided to go out to a strip bar on Friday, when the dancers would be as wild as the patrons. We'd decided last week that Chippy's was where we'd go. Several of our gay friends had recommended it as the best place for good drinks, good shows, and hot, well-hung men performing on stage and in the audience. The music was overly loud, the lip-syncing was passable, and the drag queen review was funny. When the men came out to dance and strip, the place livened up several notches.

It was a mixed crowd of mostly gay men, but there were several tables of women who were there for an evening on the town with their friends (including soon-to-be- married girls and engagement parties). The dancers were buff and handsome. Most of them were accomplished dancers with flexibility I could only dream of. Two of them reminded me of the short gymnasts from Las Vegas, Luke and Tyler. But, they weren't short where it counted. Dicks that big didn't hide very well in their skimpy swim briefs. The other four dancers were all over 6' tall. One mountain of a man had a big moustache and goatee that caught our immediate attention as well as that of most of the rest of the audience. He was about 6'4" and had to weigh close to 250 pounds of hard, flexible muscle. His bubble butt begged for a long tongue and an even longer dick.

After dancing on the small stage for a few minutes, they leapt into the audience, dancing on tables, the bar, and some scandalous lap dancing and bump-and-grind with the women as well as the men. The short gymnasts got a lot of attention as their big dicks were pawed and admired through the thin fabric. The mountain of muscle worked a table of women for a while, smiling invitingly, and getting the bride-to-be to lick the sweat off his hard left pec. We were enviously licking our lips as she worked over his hard chest and sucked briefly on his erect nipple. But, when he left their table to find new quarry, we noticed a nice bulge in his briefs. He danced around several tables, then, spied one with four nice-looking, well-dressed men. One of them mentioned that it was the birthday of one of them, so mountain-of-muscles spent a considerable amount of time sitting on the birthday boy's lap, nibbling his neck, and waving his ass in the guy's face (as he bent over and kissed the guy's boyfriend). Mr. Muscles looked up, seeking another table of "victims" when he spotted us. The grin on his face lit up the room (in our estimation).

"And what brings you here," he purred, sitting on Dave's lap (wiggling his ass), and leaning in to kiss me.

"His birthday last Monday, our anniversary yesterday, and my birthday next Tuesday," I replied as he pressed his soft lips to mine. This guy could KISS!

He smiled at me and moved from Dave's lap to mine. He bent over, stripped off his swimsuit, leaving only a g-string, and kissed Dave as hotly as he'd kissed me. His hard, round ass wiggled into my lap. He couldn't have missed my thickening dick. "Mmm! Feels nice," he whispered after he broke his kiss with Dave. "Kiss my nips, Gorgeous," he said to Dave. Dave complied eagerly, licking and tugging at them with his full lips and wet tongue. Muscles ground his ass back into me again, grasping my thick 9" with his ass cheeks. "Feels real nice," he purred over his right shoulder. I was sure he meant my hard dick, but he could have meant Dave's tit work.

Moving again, he sat on Dave's lap. "Your turn, Beautiful!" I licked and slurped at the nip that Dave hadn't worked over. I could feel the guy's ass grinding into Dave's lap. "Damn! You got a big one, just like your boyfriend," he grinned over his shoulder.

"Bigger!" Dave bragged, running his hands down the abs and hips of Mr. Muscles.

"Kiss my hot, round ass, Baby," Muscles told Dave as he rose from Dave's lap. His bulging dick pouch showed that we turned him on MUCH more than the women did. I kissed his cloth-covered dickhead, adding wetness to the precum spot he'd produced while lap dancing with us. "Your turn, Beautiful," he said turning around and presenting his delicious ass to me. I dutifully kissed his hard, tanned butt cheeks, sliding my tongue as far down his ass trench (and under the fabric) as I could from a seated position. As he danced away, Dave slipped a $10 bill into the waistband of the g-string.

Mr. Muscles worked several other tables, gaining more bills as he went. But, his eyes kept coming back to us. As the music swelled to a finale, he gyrated back to us and leaned forward, showing off his perfect ass to the rest of the room. "Meet me outside in fifteen minutes. I wanna fuck with both of you!" He stood and grinned, taking for granted that we fucked around with other guys. His dark good looks, goatee, and moustache almost made him look sinister. But, that dazzling smile (and perfect body) won us over. We smiled back.

One of the wait staff brought us another round of drinks. "Compliments of Jeremy," he smiled warmly. We looked perplexed. "The dancer that likes you so much," he added. "He never goes home with anyone. You guys gotta be special in some way."

"Just birthdays and anniversary," Dave shrugged.

"Perhaps more," the waiter grinned. "He's very particular about who he sleeps with. No one here has ever gotten to first base with him. And in the three months I've worked here, he's never done this for a customer," he added pointing to our drinks. "I'd love to be a bug in the corner, if you manage to get him into bed. The guy's SO fuckin' HOT!" We certainly agreed with his appraisal, but didn't confirm or deny a word. We thanked him, tipping him generously. "If he doesn't take you home, I will!" he leered. We thanked him for his interest, but not tonight, we'd indicated.

At midnight (fifteen minutes after our mystery man had propositioned us), we rose from our table and drifted outside into a warm May evening. Mr. Muscles was waiting for us. He smiled fetchingly. "You guy's still interested?" he asked flexing in his tight t-shirt and shorts.

"Depends on what you have in mind?" Dave smiled back cautiously.

He stepped in closer to us. "The way you kissed my ass, you gotta be rimmers. Right?" We nodded and smiled as though we'd been caught with our hands in the cookie jar. "Excellent! And with big dicks like you're packin', you fuck, too. Right?" Again, we nodded. "Then, it follows that as a couple, you gotta take it in those hot butts, as well," he grinned, running his big hands over our hard rumps.

"Whatcha offering to do that?" Dave smirked.

"A fat nine incher," he said proudly. "What're you packin'?"

"Nine and eleven," I smiled. "You already know Dave's got the bigger one. I'm Mike, by the way."

"Jeremy," he smiled. "I'm very glad to meet both of you," he added shaking our hands in turn. "It's been a long dry spell. You up for it?" he asked trying to close the deal.

"One of the wait staff said that you don't fuck around with any of them or your customers," I pointed out. "What made you break your record?"

Jeremy laughed. "Raging hormones!" We laughed with him. "That doesn't explain it at all," he sighed. "I'd never fuck around with guys that I work with, so that crowd is out (even though a couple of them are VERY hot). And most of the customers are just not my type. The few that I thought about working on were monogamous, or got too drunk for me to deal with. And they pawed me like I was a thing. You two treated me differently, like I was a person, albeit a blatantly sexual one. Besides, I love tall, hunky men with big dicks." We laughed with him at his honesty. "Let me turn the tables. Why did you guys agree to meet me here, outside the strip club?"

We looked at each other and shrugged. "It seemed a good idea at the time," Dave grinned. "Besides, you're definitely one of our favorite types. Big man, big muscles, and very comfortable with his sexuality."

"And you're perfect for helping us celebrate our birthdays and anniversary," I added.

"You weren't shittin' me about that? I thought it was a come-on," he laughed. "I've been told some whoppers in my year at the club."

"Why do you dance at a strip joint?" Dave asked indelicately.

"It helps pay the bills," he sighed. "And, bless me, I do love taking my clothes off in front of other men. The women tip pretty well, too, but don't do a lot for me. My day job is selling cars. The strip job brings in extra cash and is only on Friday and Saturday night, if I choose to work. I'll probably lose my job if they find out that I strip. But, I love it!"

"Wanna follow us in your car?" I asked.

"You wanna ride with me, Beautiful, in case I get lost?" Jeremy smiled at me. "Your gorgeous boyfriend can find the way by himself?" We nodded in unison. "Good. I'm just around the corner. Where're you parked?"

"Over a block," Dave indicated at a cross street.

"Hop in and I'll take ya there," Jeremy suggested as he extracted a set of keys from his shorts pocket. I noticed hungrily that a big dick swung pendulously beneath the baggy fabric. He chirped off the alarm system on a large, black sedan.

"Damn!" Dave exclaimed. "You've done well!" The new Lexus LS430 gleamed brightly in the streetlights.

"It's a demo," Jeremy sighed. "Great car, but way beyond my means. I get to drive it for a month as salesman of the month."

"My uncle in Las Vegas has one of these," I offered as I opened the front passenger door. Dave got in the back. "He loves it. He loaned it to us to drive around while we were down there over New Year's."

Jeremy started the car up. It was silent. I never could get over not hearing the motor running. "A comfortable back seat, and roomy, too, for a big guy like me," Dave said running his hand over the fine leather seats and trim.

"This one is a full spec car," Jeremy noted, pulling out on to the street. I directed him to the next block where we'd parked. "That means all the bells and whistles."

"Am I reading this right?" Dave blurted out, checking the sticker on the back passenger window. "$70,000!"

"Yep, fully loaded. But, of course, we don't get that for it. Lots of our big sedans are leased instead of purchased, too," Jeremy added.

"Here we are," Dave indicated. "The Beemer right there."

"Your car or Mike's?" he asked.

"Dave's really, but we're both on the title," I said as Dave exited and shut the door. "I've got an old beater of an Avalon."

"Avalons aren't that old, so it's no beater," Jeremy smiled.

"It certainly isn't in the same class as Dave's Beemer or this wonderful Lexus," I defended weakly.

"Let me show you some of the wonders of modern technology," Jeremy said changing the subject. "What's your address?" I told him. "I enter it here, while Dave pulls away from the curb, and voila! We have the quickest route there." A navigation system high in the center of the dash showed the route clearly, the cross street names marked brightly, and a line showing the best route. "Nice. Laurelhurst."

"We only moved there a few months ago," I put in. "We decided we wanted a house that was ours instead of mine."

The car effortlessly, quietly took us home. Dave also knew the shortest route, but didn't need the navigation system to accomplish that. Jeremy parked on the street as Dave pulled into the garage. He pressed the right button and closed the garage door behind him as he trotted up the basement steps into the house. He met us at the front door, flipping on the porch light. It really wasn't needed as the yard lights clearly lit our way up the sidewalk to the porch.

"How about another show, but without the constraints of unnecessary clothing?" Jeremy grinned.

"Can we help in some way?" Dave asked.

Jeremy thought for a moment. "Yeah! You can slowly strip for me, too!" For the next five minutes, three men pulled off one garment after another, teasing the others with flashes of bare skin and bulging crotches. As we had more clothing to shed, Jeremy took an excruciating amount of time to get down to his last g-string. By the time he got to that, we were already sans clothes and lying on the bed, our erections flying at full mast.

His perfectly round, hard butt cheeks flexed and parted as he bent at the waist. His tight pucker winked at us. Pulling the g-string over his ass, it fit snugly beneath his tanned ass cheeks. He turned and tugged lower the front pouch, revealing a thick root of dark meat in a curly patch of pubes. The lower the g-string sank, the more his thick shaft showed. Our dicks throbbed and jerked as Jeremy flexed his awesome muscles and tantalized us more. The wide head of his dick showed next, straining and dripping into the darkening fabric. With a practiced jerk of his wrist, the g-string released its prisoner, allowing the fat cock to strike wetly against his cobblestone-like six-pack.

"Who takes me first?" he leered.

"We'll both take you on," I suggested in a hoarse, raspy, sexually charged voice. "I gotta get my tongue between those perfect ass globes, while you and Dave blow each other." No one objected to my idea. Dave turned so Jeremy could straddle his body and present Jeremy's hot ass for my face to enjoy. When they were in position (happily tonguing and sucking on each other's manhood), I ran my hands over Jeremy's beautiful butt. For a white boy, he had an awesome ass. Only black men (in my experience) had better, rounder butts. I pulled his luscious buns apart and tongued around the hungry hole in the center. Jeremy moaned with frustration and pleasure. My tongue raced across the sphincter causing his butt cheeks to clamp around my lips and nose. He quickly relaxed and urged me (with one big hand on the back of my head) to get to work on his butthole.

I couldn't have been at his pucker more than a minute before he broke his lip lock on Dave's dark post and begged me to fuck him. Eager to comply, I rolled on a condom, applied a little lube and pressed hard against his deep hole. He pushed back and relaxed. Entry was easy, but I didn't get very far before he stiffened. "It's been a while since I've been fucked," he allowed. "I need a little time to get used to something that size, again."

Pulling back out, I fingered more lube into him, then, tried again. It went much easier and far deeper. Meanwhile, Jeremy had pulled Dave's big legs under his bulging arms and was eating Dave's butt like he was starving. He'd not indicated how much he enjoyed rimming as much as getting rimmed. This man had promise!

Slowly, I stroked in and out of Jeremy until I'd attained full penetration. Grinding in the last inch, I leaned across his muscular, broad back. "You got it all, Jeremy. All fat 9" of it."

He licked at Dave's ass trench once more, then, direct Dave to roll over and get ready to be mounted. Eagerly complying, Dave handed him a condom and laid on his stomach, elevating his butt and pulling the hard, black ass cheeks apart. "This what you have in mind, Stud?" Dave asked, grinning over his shoulder. Jeremy nodded. From a push-up position (and with me on his back), Jeremy slowly inserted his fat 9" manhood into Dave's hungry hole. Dave pushed back onto the steely spike, and sighed rapturously. "Hot, fuckin' dick," Dave breathed. Jeremy stretched out on Dave's back, supporting most of his torso with his elbows digging into the mattress, slowly fucking Dave in long strokes.

Each of Jeremy's thrusts tightened his ass grip on my dick, pulling me down with him. I held on to his hips and pushed hard each time he withdrew from Dave. Each of my thrusts elicited a moan of pleasure from Jeremy. And each thrust into Dave brought moans from both Dave and me. The fat, dark, 9" post in Dave's ass was hitting his prostate perfectly with the big head and slight downward curve. Jeremy's talented ass was milking me mercilessly with each thrust into Dave. I wouldn't last much longer at this pace. I tried to slow the deep hammers into Jeremy, but it made no difference. His milking butt channel made it only worse.

"Fuck!" Jeremy moaned. "I wanted this to last! FUCK! I'm CUMMING!" he shouted and went for maximum pleasure, banging away deeply and hard at Dave's hungry, deep butthole. The change of pace caused Jeremy's milking butt channel to stroke me faster than ever. In less time than it takes to read this, I was blasting my load hard into Jeremy, drooling from the corner of my mouth, completely out of control. I bucked and thrust in wild jerks into him as he did the same to Dave. His arms had collapsed onto the mattress piling Jeremy and I atop a squashed Dave. But, the big, jerking dick in his ass felt so good that Dave didn't mind the extra weight atop him. In fact, he loved being taken this way as much as I did.

I rolled off Jeremy after my climax had stopped in an attempt to lighten the weight upon poor Dave. He groaned with disappointment. Jeremy moved slowly to extract his spent weapon from Dave's clutching ass. "Damn! You're so fuckin' tight," Jeremy praised. "You made me cum long before I wanted to. Of course, Mike's big dick hitting my prostate hard and repeatedly made it that much worse," he grinned.

"You sure were tight, too," I noted. "Been a while?"

"Too long, several months at least," Jeremy iterated. He turned to Dave who'd rolled on to his back, his monster cock waving at us. "And I see someone who needs a ride," he added laughing. "Wanna plug in and take this bronco for a trot around the paddock?"

"You sure you're ready for this much meat?" Dave asked, seeking confirmation.

"I'll sit on it, so I can have more control," Jeremy suggested. I handed Dave a condom to roll on his thick 11" dick and more lube for Jeremy's recently deflowered butt. "You did such a fine job rimming my butthole, Mike, I should do the same for you. Get over here and bend over in front of me and I'll give you the rimming of your hot, daddy life!" I stood over Dave and bent over. Kissing Dave while Jeremy sank deeper and deeper on to his black, monster dick, I felt Dave tense and breath hard trying to avoid an immediate climax. Jeremy's tongue slithered up my butt trench and speared my pucker.

"Got one of those milking butts, doesn't he?" I whispered.

Dave smiled and nodded. "Fuckin' incredible."

My legs were tiring at this angle. "How about something to suck on while you bang his happy butt?" I suggested. Dave nodded. Getting on to all fours, I moved up on Dave's chest, sticking my ass in the air and my cum-coated dick into Dave's mouth.

Jeremy was as skilled a butt eater as he was a dancer. He slurped and licked at my ass as he bounced on Dave's thick cock. Hitting bottom, he sighed deeply with satisfaction and triumph. "Biggest fuckin' dick I've ever had!" he crowed. "I didn't know if I could take it or not. Ride that ass, Man!" Dave thrust up aggressively into the hard, muscled ass engulfing his throbbing prick. "Yeah, that's it! Fuck me!"

His face returned to my butthole and ate contentedly while being plowed harder with each of Dave's thrusts. Jeremy moaned with more pleasure as Dave's tempo sped up. Dave snorted like a bull rutting into his favorite heifer. "Breed that fucker, Dave!" Jeremy shouted. "Cum in my ass, Man! CUM, Baby!"

Dave didn't need the direction. I could tell by his labored breathing and furrowed brow. If I could have seen more of his stiffened body, I'd have had conclusive proof. Dave was cumming and cumming hard. He sucked hard on my dick, nearly tearing it out by the root, and thrust one final time deeply into the muscle man.

"Yeah, Baby! Spray my guts deep with your hot load!" Jeremy begged, flailing on his dick, then, going back to eat my hole one last time before Dave's climax ebbed or Jeremy came. Dave's big hands grasped Jeremy's hips and pushed him hard on to his mighty butt stretcher. "Fuckin' DO IT!" Jeremy yelled. "CREAM my guts!" he begged. "That's it, Baby. Spooge me! Big fuckin' cock, bangin' my hungry hole!" If anything, Jeremy was very loudly oral when he was getting what he wanted.

Dave collapsed. His body jerked periodically as another echo of his climax struck him. I disconnected and rolled to the side. Jeremy had a blissful look on his face. His hard dick was shrinking, his fingers dripping with his second load.

"One hot fuck, Dave," he finally said as he rose to his feet, watching Dave's still large dick exit his muscled ass. "That's a huge dick. How'd I ever get all of that up my ass?" he smiled, then, licked his fingers, enjoying the taste of his second load. He carefully peeled the condom from Dave's slowly shrinking, black fuck stick and stripped the contents into his open mouth. "Delicious!" he pronounced it. Jeremy licked around the shaft of Dave's dick, scooping up more cum. He spied more cum dripping from the monster that had just creamed in his ass and sucked hard. Dave rushed to get away.

"Too sensitive for that much action," Dave laughed.

"I'll be more gentle then," Jeremy promised and went back to his work.

We slept a few hours that night. But, most of it was filled with someone getting fucked or fucking. Jeremy had to get to the dealership at nine in the morning, so he got very little sleep. He promised to return Saturday night for another round. Promptly at 8:30, he was in our bed, fucking and getting fucked again. This time, we all got more sleep, but he had to work again on Sunday (it was one of his better sales days), giving him Monday and Tuesday off. The sex was better with each fuck. The mountain-of- muscles was becoming a most welcomed fixture to our bedroom.

Well, what about paternity? And what are they gonna do with this new muscle hunk dancer? Time to do something besides fuck all the time! But, what? Stay tuned! Comments to gymhunk@msn.com.