All Pertinent Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 61--Paternity
We knew that Mother's Day was coming, so I'd suggested that Dave invite his parents and brothers over for dinner today. Opal was supposed to be feted, not forced to cook for her family on Mother's Day, I insisted. (The best I could do for my own mother (due to distance) was to call her.) But, for Opal's day, we knocked ourselves out with the menu and preparations. The table looked pretty elegant, if I do say so myself. We relied on Doug's wife to help us with the gravy, though (made from the pot roast drippings). That was beyond our skills. She was within a month of delivery, so we asked her to show us how to make it while she sat on a high stool and supervised.
Dave called Duane, so Opal would have a chance to talk to him and arrange with Carol when Opal should be traveling to Sacramento to help out. The babies made little fussy noises for their grandma. She loved it. Duane and Carol finally decided that Opal would fly down to see them and help out next week. Duane wasn't a whole lot of help so far, but he was getting a crash course in being a helpful daddy. I called Brad to see what he could do to get some cheap rates, leaving the return date open. It was still $150, but we gladly agreed to pay for it as Opal's Mother's Day gift from us.
Duane didn't mention anything about the paternity test results, so we didn't press. If he'd had them, he'd surely have wanted to talk to us privately. But, he didn't, so we didn't ask.
Dave, Sr. was set up with a rotating dinner schedule (while Opal would be gone) between Doug and us. Donnie, of course, would tag along. They could fend for themselves for breakfast and lunch.
After dinner, Donnie stayed to "bond with his big brother", he'd said. What that really meant was that he shared our bed again with great enthusiasm. His slim hips and eager ass got the full, deep treatment from both of us before he made a substantial deposit in condoms in our respective rumps. This was one young man who had incredible powers of recovery.
When we'd all been drained for the moment, Dave asked him how his affair with Trevor was going. Donnie got a grin the size of all outdoors. "He's incredibly sexy, totally awesome in bed, and I love him," he finally said. "And I think he loves me, too."
"Think?" I asked.
"Well, he hasn't said the word, but he sure knows how to please me," Donnie sighed contentedly.
"Have you said the word?" Dave asked.
"Well, no."
"That may be why he hasn't, Donnie," Dave said softly. "He's been around and I'm sure he's been burned in a relationship or two. So, he's gonna be a little gun shy about the 'love' word." Donnie thought about that for a moment.
"Sounds like you need to talk as well as fuck," I grinned.
"I'll call him, now."
"No, you'll go see him, now" Dave insisted. "He needs to see you say it, not just hear it impersonally on the phone."
"When did you become such an expert on love?" Donnie asked with an edge to his voice.
"When I married Mike, Asshole!" Dave laughed. "When you experience it, you become very good at it, Donnie. Go talk to him. I'm sure he's been bursting to say the same thing to you." He left with a spring in his step and his young nuts drained. However, I was sure he'd produce another large load before Trevor got into his pants again, later in the evening.
The first week of the remodel at Kurt and Gene's was progressing well. They were still able to sleep in their bedroom and cook in the microwave oven in the dining room. The kitchen and main bathroom had already been gutted with satisfactory progress toward reconstruction. The work crews were doing a fine job of keeping the house cleaned up after each day's work. We'd helped Gene and Kurt last weekend move furniture from the main floor to the bedrooms upstairs to get it out of the way of the remodelers. That would be repeated in the opposite direction in another month.
But, eating from a microwave oven all the time was becoming tiresome to them. We gave them a break at least twice a week with real home-cooked meals. That always ended with us as dessert. One of the dinners included Robert and Gary, so we screwed and got screwed in an astonishing six-way that lasted for three hours. All participants were well pleasured, as evidenced by the satisfied grins on all faces.
Monday noon found us at the gym. Trevor had secured a one-month trial membership at a vastly reduced rate for Dale. Dave and Trevor had created a hurried workout routine for our neighbor just as he walked through the door. Trevor was drooling as much as most queers do when they see Dale. He is astonishingly good looking. After introductions, Trevor gave him a tour of the facilities, making sure he stayed with him while Dale changed. Dave had slipped in the fact that Dale knew about Trevor's penchant for men, especially for Dave's little brother.
"You trying to horde him all to yourself?" Trevor asked. We smiled, but didn't say more. Nor did we share with Trevor that we'd already had him. We did mention more than once that Dale was our neighbor and was married. The trainer was disappointed, but not vanquished. He knew more married men who played around with other men than he knew ones who stayed true to their marriages. But, that was more an occupational hazard than a true reflection of society.
Trevor demonstrated all the necessary workout equipment, dividing them into groups to go with each workout day. His routine was parsed into five days. Aerobics training (of varying lengths) would occur each workout day to increase his metabolism. Different body parts were emphasized daily with weights and machines. Because of the lack of time (and the time already taken with the tour and instructions), Trevor decided that Dale needed only do the aerobics workout today. The real workout schedule would start tomorrow.
While Trevor was giving Dale instructions, we had started our "back" day (Monday's routine). Dave and I eventually got to the elliptical walkers with Dale joining us a few minutes later. Trevor suggested that as this was Dale's first day, he should start with 30 minutes on the walker or treadmill at a low setting. Dale reminded him of his bad knees, so Trevor trashed the idea of using the treadmill and settled on the walker.
After figuring out the controls, Dale settled into the monotonous routine of aerobics training. It helped that he was next to us, so we could talk to him. Nearly every question from him was, "Is he one?" By the end of his workout, his gaydar was working pretty well. He was a quick study.
We gave him a quick tour of the sauna and steam room before hitting the showers. No one of interest that we knew was in either of the "special" rooms. He did manage to give both of us a slow tug on our wet dicks as we toweled off.
"You keep doing that, Dale, and you'll get fucked for sure," I grinned.
"Not with that monster," he insisted. Well, that was an interesting turn of a phrase. Sounded to me like he was thinking about getting fucked, but was fearful of a big one causing great pain or tearing him up. He'd probably read too many lurid tales of prison gangbangs.
He left to return to work. We dawdled at the desk, trying to find out from Trevor what was going on with him and Donnie. He smiled sheepishly. "He told me last night that he loves me," he sighed. "That's so scary to me. He's so young, but so much right up my alley. Getting burned again is always in the back of my mind."
"Well, get it out of your mind," Dave admonished. "If you don't take risks, you'll never experience real love, Trevor. I'm not just saying that because he's my brother, either." Trevor smiled. "So, what did you reply?"
"I told him all about my sordid, jaded past," Trevor laughed. "And the little fucker got off on it, and we fucked for hours afterwards."
"Did you tell him you loved him?" I pressed.
"Yeah, after a fashion."
"What does that mean?" I asked before Dave could pounce.
"Well, I told him that I felt very strongly for him, but part of me is reluctant to commit my heart so soon," Trevor sighed. "It still hurts when I remember how callously I've been dumped in the past. I told him that, too. I don't like withholding like this, but I don't want to get dumped on, again, either. I told him that I needed more time before I could honestly say it to him."
"Sound vaguely familiar, Dave?" I smiled.
"Okay, so I'm acting like a big brother. I lived through it with you. I can live through it with my little brother, too," he finally admitted.
Trevor looked at me questioningly. "I had a problem with the words 'love' and 'lover', too, Trevor. Dave was quick to tell me how much he loved me, but I've been around the block a few times like you have and really got shit on once, and it hurt a lot. I had pretty thick armor because of it. You sound like you do, too," I said sympathetically.
"Being the town slut is part of my defense to keep from getting close to anyone," Trevor also admitted. "But, this young lad could put all that behind me."
"You talked yet about fucking around?" I asked.
"No, that has yet to come," Trevor grimaced. "I dread that discussion."
"Why?" Dave asked.
"Because I'm not a monogamy kinda guy. These young ones think true love means never fucking around. The idealism is so naïve," the trainer added.
"He might surprise you," I cautioned. "He's been around a little, and frankly, he enjoys fucking with us and his other brother too much to be monogamous."
"Oh, SCANDAL! Tell me more!"
"I'm not laundering the family business in front of strangers," Dave sniffed.
"But, I'll bet Donnie will," I laughed, putting Dave in his place. It was silly of him to think that kind of tale wouldn't be told between these lovers. Dave relaxed. He knew I was right. Donnie would spill the beans for sure, especially if Trevor brought it up.
When we got home, the message machine was flashing. I pressed the playback button as Dave dumped our sweaty gym clothes in the washer. Duane had called with exciting news about paternity. Dave instantly dialed Duane's number in Sacramento. I picked up the extension in the bedroom. I was more on edge than I thought I would be. What if I were the father? The questions and implications swirled about me, again.
"Duane!" Dave nearly shouted when Duane picked up the line. "What's the news?"
"You ain't gonna believe this," he started. "You there, Mike?"
"Yeah, I'm here," I answered in a quaking, nearly terrified voice.
"Okay. Brace yourselves boys." He paused theatrically.
"Don't toy with us, Duane," Dave shouted. "Fuckin' TELL us!"
"I'm the daddy, biological and legal! Can you believe it?"
We were stunned. Relief and regret dueled with each other in my head before I could get out the obvious question. But, Dave jumped in and saved me.
"I thought you were shootin' blanks, Bro," he reminded Duane.
"Not blanks, just low sperm count," Duane reminded us. "But, they were the ones that counted."
"If you'll recall," I ventured, "that study said that the last sperm in were generally the winners, if a woman is impregnated by more than one man. Congratulations, Daddy! You're little tadpoles swam better and fought off the other tadpoles best."
"Yeah, Duane! Congratulations! I'll bet you're really excited by the news, and relieved," Dave chimed in.
"And so is Carol, too, I'm sure," I added.
"We're both very happy with the results. I hope you guys aren't disappointed and upset by the results," Duane asked solicitously.
"Well, maybe disappointed," Dave allowed. "But, certainly not upset. This is the best of all worlds for you two."
"Yeah, Bro. I'm kinda sorry it wasn't your babies. This was probably your only chance at having kids of your own," Duane said kindly.
"Probably."
"So, how are the little darlings?" I asked quickly changing the subject. We'd have to deal with our feelings later and not rain on Duane's terrific, unexpected news.
"Hungry all the time. If one of them isn't nursing, the other one is. And Lord, do these babies poop a lot!" Duane laughed. "I've gotten pretty good at changing those foul things."
"How's Carol?" Dave asked.
"She's recovering nicely," Duane smiled over the phone. "But, these little buggers don't give her much sleep. So, she sleeps and naps when they do. I'm the major domo around here, now."
"You have a diaper service or are you washing them all yourself?" I asked.
"Diaper service," Duane replied. "The guys at the office got us a month's worth. I'm sure the service thinks we have only one kid that craps constantly," he laughed. "Carol's parents added a few months of services and so did Mom and Dad. So, we're covered there for nearly a year."
"How are you doing?" Dave asked.
"I'm sleeping pretty good at night, unlike poor Carol who has to feed the little darlin's every four hours or less," he laughed. "But, I'm pretty good at napping with one of them in my arms in the big chair in the living room. It seems the TV puts them to sleep in a hurry."
"No doubt of that," I groused. I was famous in both families for disparaging the general fare on TV. Pablum for the brain dead, I'd repeated frequently.
"Has their pediatrician seen them since they left the hospital?" Dave asked.
"Yeah, they went in today. They've gained weight (although it's only ounces) and he's pleased with their ten-day check-up. He wants to see them again in a month," Duane revealed.
"Has he said anything about solid food instead of just dining at Mom's?" I queried.
"He said the kids would tell us when they were ready for real food," Duane laughed. "Because we have twins, Carol may not be able to make enough milk to keep them happy, so they may get a hit of rice cereal or something bland like that at about six weeks. But, we'll know more after their next visit."
"Okay, keep us posted, then," Dave pled. "These are our little nephews, so you be good to them, Dad. Just don't spoil them!" Duane laughed and promised to do what he could without twisting their little psyches into pretzels.
"Oh, Duane," I broke in before they hung up, "I meant to ask you if you've noticed that they seem to do better when they're together and not separated. I read an interesting article about that recently and wondered if it might be true with little Dave and little Mike."
"Now that you mention it, they do. The hospital put them in an extra large bassinet, so they could be together. And they are in their crib together, head to head, at the suggestion of one of the nurses. Isn't that odd?" he mused.
"The article said that being together tended to soothe them when they wanted to be cranky and kept them from being overly fussy," I concluded. "They were together for a while in the womb, so they take comfort in still being close to one another."
"This is indelicate of me," Dave began, "but did my nephews get their pencils sharpened?"
"Yep," Duane replied. "Carol insisted and I thought it a good idea, too. Their little dicks have almost completely healed, too. The hospital gave us some numbing ointment with antibiotic in it to speed the healing process. I know some guys think of it as mutilation, but I don't. I've never regretted that I got trimmed. Have you guys ever regretted getting circumcised?"
"Nope," I answered.
"Never," Dave agreed. "And I forgot to ask," Dave added. "Are they identical or fraternal twins?"
"Identical," Duane replied.
"How can you tell them apart?" I queried.
"With their clothes on, I can't. But, Carol can. I'm not sure what the cues are that she's picked up. I'll have to ask," he said.
"With their clothes on?" I asked.
"Yeah," Duane laughed. "Little Dave's got a bigger dick!" We thought that was a very funny way to distinguish them, too.
"Well, find out from Carol how she can tell them apart, Duane," Dave directed. "You don't wanna get them mixed up."
"They still have their little hospital bracelets on," Duane revealed. "That's how I can tell them apart. In a few more weeks, they'll be developing their own personalities and we'll more easily be able to tell which one is Dave and which is Mike."
"Mike's the cute one," I laughed.
"But, I've got the bigger dick!" Dave pointed out, laughing along.
"One of them is starting to fuss," Duane sighed. "He's probably wet, AGAIN! Better go."
"Okay, Duane," Dave said. "And congratulations, again, Daddy!"
"Yeah, congrats, Duane," I chimed in.
After he hung up, Dave sighed. "I'm happy and sad, all at the same time."
"Yeah, me, too. This was gonna be our only shot at fatherhood, and I'm disappointed, but relieved."
"You gonna be okay?"
"Oh, sure. I'll be fine," I sighed. He hugged me and kissed my neck, then my lips. "You changing the subject?" I grinned.
"Probably," he whispered, nuzzling my neck. "I love you, Mike. Not being daddies takes a complication from our lives. I'm okay with that."
I sighed. "Well, we were gonna do some volunteer work. With the fatherhood thing settled, there's nothing holding us back."
"I think we could delay it a few more minutes," he crooned, pushing me back on to the bed and lying next to me. He rolled on top of me and kissed me softly, his full lips meeting mine. Dave slid his big hands beneath my shoulders and hugged me again, kissing my neck and earlobes. He kissed around my face slowly, softly. When our lips met again, I felt his hips press down into my crotch. His trouser monster was stirring. I smiled into his eyes. "Wanna fuck?" he grinned back at me.
"All the time with you, my love," I moaned back.
We hurriedly undressed and fell back into bed again. This time, I was atop him, smothering his face and neck with passionate kisses and whispered words of endearment. His hard, leaking dick pushed against mine. He pulled me higher and arranged his butt- ripper to point at my ass. I gripped his dick log with my deep ass trench, milking more precum from the bloated tip.
"Get it wet, Mike," Dave murmured. "I wanna make love to you, deep in your sweet ass." I turned around, coaxing us into a 69 position. I devoured as much of his 11" black snake as I could. The precum was delicious and plentiful. I blew him with renewed vigor when I noticed his nut bag was pulled up tight. He wasn't going to last much longer. His mouth had been working on my ass pucker, but had moved to my hard dick. With me in the superior position, I would be cumming soon if he didn't stop sucking on my manhood.
I heard him groan and double his efforts on my throbbing prick. He was getting very close.
As much as I wanted to get fucked by the man I loved, taking him orally was always a tasty pleasure. It had been a while since we'd sucked each other off. Generally, we loved our anal probing more. But, boiling nuts dictated the terms of this encounter.
"UNGH!" Dave gargled around my pistoning dick. I was face fucking him rapidly. My climax was hitting me hard, being well past the point of holding back. Dave arched his back, driving his dick deeper into my throat. His entire body stiffened as his hips lunged upwards. I tasted heavy ball honey, then, felt my own flood discharging hard into Dave's thirsty throat, again and again. I swallowed twice delighting in the texture, flavor, and volume of my favorite man's spooge.
Dave continued to fuck my face, gaining maximum pleasure from our coupling. I'd been doing the same, but trying not to drill too deeply. I wanted him to savor each jet of white cream I'd produced. I stroked the thick shaft with one hand while tongue- lashing his fat, spunk-jetting dickhead. When his hips stopped thrusting, I knew sensitivity would rise quickly. I held the head in my mouth solidly, providing no friction of any kind. He was doing the same for me. We rolled on to our sides, continuing to nurse on each other's slowly shrink, draining dicks. He started to laugh.
I broke way and asked him what was so funny. I knew I hadn't been tickling his dickhead. "The way we were suckin' on each other's dick made me think of Little Mike and Little Dave doing that in the womb as pacifiers. That's why their dicks are so big!" he roared, laughing at his own ridiculous mental picture. I smiled at him. Already, he was making them into little queer boys. Well, considering that two uncles (Donnie and Dave) and Daddy (Duane) loved dick, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if they did turn out to be gay.
Later in the afternoon, Jeremy called. He was hoping for another night of debauchery with us. This time, there would be no need to get to the dealership early in the morning, as tomorrow (Tuesday) was another day off for him. We suggested dinner at our house with some hunky neighbors we knew he'd find irresistible. Monday evening was a standing invitation for Kurt and Gene to have a real meal during the remodel. Dave provided a brief description of Gene and Kurt (with emphasis on dick dimensions), but cautioned that they were new to their relationship, so they may not want to fuck around with someone else. It was a reasonable precaution to alert Jeremy that he might be disappointed if they didn't take him to their bed. But, Mr. Mountain-of-Muscles was an instant hit. They had "dessert" at their house, racing through the gate between our properties like they were being chased by the Devil himself.
The house was quiet. Dave smiled at me. "Let's clean up the dishes and catch a couple of shows on the tube, then, hit the sack early. I still wanna make love to you, despite the fact that I wouldn't trade this afternoon for anything."
He was true to his word. I was drilled and filled in a most delightful manner for the better part of an hour. He did his very best to keep us both from climaxing when we got to near the edge of the sexual precipice. We'd tried every one of our favorite positions, some of them three times. The ultimate pinnacle was scaled face-to-face with his hot lips on mine, blasting his creamy baby sauce deep into me. When he finally calmed down, he sucked me off in a mind-numbing climax that caused every muscle in my body to jerk and spasm as my dick juice sluiced down his greedy throat.
The sun woke us up at seven. Dave roused me from bed as he headed to the shower. By the time we'd finished, his light chocolate ass cheeks had been severely pounded and filled with another of my dick-gravy loads. His cream jetted against the wall (as I blasted deeply into his spermed channel), then, oozed down the shower drain. What a loss!
As I started breakfast, Dave went to the front porch to retrieve the morning paper. Sitting in the sunroom, he'd just opening the paper when I saw rapid movement in the back yard. Jeremy had leapt over the fence and was knocking on the back door. He smiled broadly and begged for entry. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink all night. Evidently, the Mountain-of-Muscles had met his match. Dave opened the back door grinning.
"Coffee! Black! PLEASE!" he begged.
"Too much for ya, were they?"
"Fuck, oh dear! You have NO idea!" he moaned.
"I think we might," I laughed.
"Well, you might," he said upon reflection, "but have you ever been tag-teamed by a couple of horny, horse-hung men who were on you like white on rice for an entire evening? Those two couldn't fuck me enough (not that I was or am complaining). Of course, I got my licks in, too. Both of them took a couple of loads before I escaped."
"Escaped?" Dave wondered aloud. "I doubt that very much."
"Kurt was heading out to school and Gene to work when I bolted!" Jeremy insisted.
"I'll bet within a day, you'll be beggin' for more of their monster dicks," I smiled, handing him a steaming cup of black coffee. "You took Dave and I after a few months out of action pretty easily. After we'd stretched you out, they'd have been a piece of cake."
"Well, maybe," Jeremy protested weakly, but with a smile. "They sure can fuck, though. Too bad they're already taken. I could go for either one of them. Just my type."
"And we're chopped liver?" I asked.
"You're so married you aren't even on the radar screen," he laughed.
"How about if we feed you some breakfast, tuck you in, then, rouse you about noon for a workout at our gym?" Dave suggested. "Our sorta straight neighbor is just starting his new workout routine there and has the major hots for musclemen like you. You might find him really cute."
"Sorry, I don't do married men," Jeremy bristled. "Too complicating and I don't wanna be 'the other woman' no matter how cute the guy is."
"Sounds like you have some history on the subject," I ventured.
"Yeah, painful, agonizingly brutal, ugly history," he sighed. "He promised he was gonna leave his wife and all that shit, but never did. He was SO fuckin' HOT! But, I couldn't take it anymore, so I stopped seeing him."
"Here in town?" Dave asked.
"No, Phoenix."
"Tight ass or big dick?" I pressed.
"Both," he sighed. "That's what made it so damned hard to break up. But, I wasn't getting anywhere and he was tearing my heart out, so for my own mental health, I walked out and moved here. I was selling the Lexus line there, so it was easy to get on here pushin' the same cars. The job offer is what brought me here. I'd have gone anywhere there was an opening to sell those cars (and to get away from him). But, the cars nearly sell themselves. So, it wasn't that big of a change for me. And I've been pretty successful at it."
I put breakfast on the table as Jeremy told us more about how he got into stripping. There wasn't much to tell, but he did have a knack for it and he enjoyed it. He'd been offered a modeling job while in Phoenix. While posing, they'd asked him to move and show some skin. He pulled a shirt up, lowered his trousers with a little bump and grind, and the rest is history, as he'd said.
We tucked him into bed in one of the guest bedrooms, pulled the blinds and closed the door. He was exhausted. We decided that he wouldn't be able to handle another sexual encounter right now. But, later was always an option.
At noon, he was still sleeping. We called Trevor and asked him to give our apologies to Dale, but we'd not be in today while he was working out. Trevor said that he'd planned on working with him most of the hour he would be there, so that wouldn't be a problem. By 1:30, Jeremy rolled out of bed. He said he could still sleep for days, but knew he wouldn't sleep tonight if he stayed in there any longer. After running a brush through his hair and dashing some water on his face, he joined us for a workout at the gym.
He worked out at a gym across town, closer to the Lexus dealership, but in the same 24-Hour Fitness chain that we belonged to. Our gym was smaller, without a pool, but it was more than adequate for his workout. Tuesday was "legs" day, so he joined us with squats, leg presses, leg curls, and leg raises. He pushed us hard like he did himself. But, my legs recovered on the elliptical walkers, albeit the resistance setting was scaled back a little. He and Dave joined an aerobics class, but bagged that after 15 minutes. The instructor wasn't very good, so they joined me on the walkers. By the time we'd finished our ab crunches, it was 3:30.
"You ever enjoyed the steam room or sauna here?" Dave asked.
"Never been to this facility before, but through the grapevine, I've heard that it's 'active'," he smirked.
"You heard right," I volunteered. "Scandalous is a more apt description."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," Dave smiled and leaned in for a more private conversation as we stripped out of our sweaty clothes. "You can get and give a blowjob or fuck just about any time of the day or night. And most of the guys are really HOT men!"
Jeremy smiled. "Sounds like personal experience."
"Moi?" I feigned shock.
"Vous, Hot Daddy!" he laughed. "And I know you're just as guilty, Dave."
"Well, maybe we've participated a time or two," Dave allowed.
"On a BAD week!" Jeremy suggested with a big grin.
"Perhaps," I smiled back.
"Let's check it out and see what we can find," Jeremy added conspiratorially.
As we stepped out of the showers, the coaches strode in. They eyed Jeremy with a professional gaze, then a leer (especially when they saw him with us). "Real nice package," Randy smiled. "He plays well with others?" quoting a t-shirt that I'd bought in San Francisco on my last trip there.
"Randy, this is Jeremy. Jeremy, Randy. And this lecher," I indicated turning toward Chuck, "is Chuck. Chuck, this is Jeremy, a new friend of ours."
"Ah, so this is the mountain that Gene was drooling about this morning when he got in," Randy said with an amused smile. "He didn't say the half of it!"
"WOOF!" Chuck panted. Everyone laughed. "Nice muscles," he continued. "You play any football?"
"In college," Jeremy answered. "I wasn't very good at it. I spent most of my time on the bench during the games and fuckin' after the games!" he added to a roar of laughter.
"You interested in a job change?" Randy asked.
"Whatcha have in mind?" Jeremy asked back.
"Gene needs help as the strength coach. He can't do it all alone and we're looking for someone to fill that position," Randy continued. "You interested?"
"I like pushin' new cars at the Lexus dealership," Jeremy said. "But, it wouldn't hurt to talk about your offer."
"Well, you'd have to interview for the job and all that, but you obviously know your way around the gym," Chuck put in.
They discussed the possible position while Dave and I went into the empty steam room. About ten minutes later, Jeremy came in. He smiled, then, shook his head. "They pushed, but the money's about the same and I really love selling Lexus cars," he grinned. "I've always loved quality, luxury autos and I'd be away from my love of cars if I took that job. It was tempting, but I had to turn them down. Well, turned them down for that, anyway."
Dave raised a questioning eyebrow. But, I asked the obvious question. "Propositioned ya, did they?"
"Well, Randy's monster dick did the propositioning," he laughed. "I just gotta see if I can handle it. Besides, he's got a great ass and so does Chuck. I'd love to fuck both of them."
"Well, here's your chance," I indicated looking through the glass door to the steam room. The coaches were approaching with their big dicks waving at us.
Jeremy smiled. "I'm becoming the town whore," he laughed and bent over with his butt facing the door. "See something you like, Sailor?" he tossed over his shoulder as the door opened. Randy fell to his knees and pushed his face deeply up Jeremy's hard, muscle ass. Chuck closed the door behind them. "Oh, YEAH! Eat that hot ass, Man!" Jeremy crooned. Chuck moved in front of the mountain of muscles and stuffed his hard dick in Jeremy's face.
After a few minutes of butt munching, Randy asked, "You about ready for a hot ride on my big dick?"
Jeremy disconnected from sucking Chuck's dripping dick long enough to survey the 13", black monster Randy was slapping at Jeremy's ass. "Lube it well, and take it easy. I took the biggest one I've ever had a couple of nights ago with Dave, then an even bigger one last night, and now this horse dick. So, I'm as stretched out as I'm gonna get. Just take it easy on me," he repeated.
Chuck handed Randy a condom and a lube packet. Liberally applying all the lube to Jeremy's asshole as well as several inches of his deep ass channel with his long, thick fingers, Randy pressed his condomed pocket monster securely against Jeremy's ass. Leaning over Jeremy's back, he whispered, "You'll love this, but if it gets to be too much, just say so. I know I'm packin' serious meat here." Several inches slipped inside.
Jeremy tensed. "Damn! That's BIG!" he grimaced through clenched teeth. "Let me get used to it a little while," he suggested. Randy short-dicked the muscleman for nearly a minute. Then, he proposed additional inches of fat dick for Jeremy's ass chute. "Yeah, I think I can take more now," he breathed.
Chuck had backed up on to Jeremy's 9" dick, spearing himself fully on Jeremy's lance. Pushing more deeply up Chuck's ass, Jeremy pulled the three of them into a standing position. More black inches slid up Jeremy's stretched butthole. But, like me, he couldn't quite get them all in. Not yet, anyway.
"This is too good to pass up," Dave whispered to me. He moved behind Randy and slashed his tongue along the coach's deep ass trench.
"FUCK, yeah, Dave! Eat that ass!" Randy begged. "Love how you eat butt, Man!" Dave pulled Randy's big, muscled, black orbs apart and dove in. From his bent- over position, Dave presented an inviting target for my extremely stiff joint. Grabbing a lube packet from my kit, I plunged two fingers in his hungry hole and lubed him up. Applying the remainder to my own bouncing dick, I ground forward, totally impaling my lover on my 9" butthole stretcher.
Dave moaned and mumbled something I couldn't understand. But, I didn't need to. The way he wiggled his ass and fucked himself on my dick, I knew he was hungry for a good, deep fuck. He stood up, asked me to get him one of his special, big condoms, and more lube. Pulling me along by tightening his asshole like I was a pull toy, Dave plugged into Randy's lubed backside in one long stroke. A sigh of sexual pleasure rushed from the black coach's lips.
"Big fuckin' dick!" he moaned. "Yeah, Dave! Fuck that asshole, Man!"
And there we were: a daisy chain of four men getting fucked and the leader of the train pulling his pud slowly. Jeremy's 9", fat dick in Chuck's ass was causing the coach's climax to rise too quickly. Chuck released his jerking, dripping dick in time to forestall a climax. His big hands pulled at the hard muscled ass behind him, trying to get Jeremy to fuck him harder and deeper. Jeremy pushed him into a bent-over position and pounded his ass with all his might. That rapid thrusting was stroking Randy more than he could bear.
"I'm gonna cum soon, Jeremy, if you don't stop milking my dick like that!" Randy warned.
"Too fuckin' bad!" Jeremy smiled over his shoulder and continued to pound hard and fast into Chuck's hungry hole. Randy grabbed the heavily muscled man in front of him by his broad chest and hammered hard and deep into Jeremy. If he thought that would slow Jeremy down, he was mistaken. All it managed to do was stimulate his bloated, jerking dick beyond the point of no return.
With a roar, Randy came. Chuck splashed his load against the tile wall and benches at the sound of Randy's climax. Randy's climax sent rivers of climax waves around Dave's dick causing Dave to explode into the protective condom. Jeremy continued to thrust at Chuck's ass, stiffened (nearly biting off Randy's 13" monster with his asshole), and bellowed out his climax. I brought up the rear (Dave's rear) a few seconds later with a debilitating climax. If I hadn't been holding on tightly to Dave's hips, I'd have collapsed on to the floor for sure.
Chuck and I were the first to pull away from the dick-to-butt connections. He turned, peeled off the condom from Jeremy's shrinking dick and stripped it of its creamy contents. He then went to the source and sucked the last drops from the muscleman's heavy dickhead. That caused Jeremy to try to get away due to the stimulation, of course causing him to back more deeply on to Randy's monster. He and Randy moaned with added pleasure.
"I love taking big dick from big men," Jeremy crooned.
"I could fuck your hot, muscle ass for hours, Man!" Randy agreed. "You sure you don't wanna come work with us?"
Jeremy leaned forward, kissing Chuck and pulling Randy's still swollen dick from his own ass. "You're one hot couple," Jeremy sighed. "But, I love peddling cars more than being a strength coach."
Dave moved his hands up to Randy's chest and worked the bigger man's erect nipples, but still slowly pistoning the coach's well-fucked ass. He kissed the back of Randy's neck and drilled deeper. "And I could fuck YOUR hot ass for hours, too, Man!" Dave murmured echoing Randy's earlier words to Jeremy.
Randy's huge hands grabbed Dave's hard ass and squeezed. "Anytime you got a big load and a hard dick, you know where to find me," Randy smiled.
"Yeah, most of the time, you're either on or under Chuck!" Dave laughed, finally pulling out of Randy's butt.
"Nothing better!" Randy agreed giving his lover a peck on the cheek and a pat on his big, white ass.
Cleaning up in the showers, we tugged on dick and patted ass shamelessly. Trevor came in on one of his rounds and joined in with his tongue up my ass (as I blew Jeremy) and his hands running all over Jeremy's muscled body. Chuck's face was up Randy's ass and Randy was blowing Dave. We finally broke up and dried off when we heard the outside locker room door creak open. As we dressed, there wasn't a limp dick in the room.
Jeremy came home with us for dinner, but decided he needed a good night's sleep and wouldn't get it if he stayed here. But, he did get us to talk about how it was that we weren't working, but seemed to have no money worries. We told him we robbed banks. He thought that was outrageously funny. Despite our larcenous endeavors, he suggested that he'd be back often to help us spend our money (on a new Lexus, of course) and to visit the boys living behind us. Left unsaid was the obvious fact that he'd be sharing our bed and theirs on a frequent basis.
The following week kept our "dance card" busy every night. Opal was in Sacramento, so Dave, Sr. and Donnie had dinner with us every other night. Donnie, of course, would stay later, so we could fuck his brains out. Trevor joined Donnie one evening after Dave, Sr. had left. It was clear that Donnie and Trevor had a thing going. They had sex with us, but made love with each other. The nights Donnie wasn't here, Jeremy was getting and giving in our bed, too. His hard, muscled body made us crazy with lust wanting to do with him every sexual act imaginable. I loved his dark moustache and goatee. It felt as good on my asshole as my dick felt up his hard bubble butt. The man is SO hot! The nights he wasn't with us, he spent with Kurt and Gene getting plowed deeply by their monster meats. He gave as well as he got, of course.
However, the days were spent being volunteers and hitting the gym. We always tried to make it to the gym at noon for Dale's sake, but we weren't always successful. The needs at PFLAG were great and we hated to leave any task for later. Finishing, then moving on was what we vowed to do. Most of what we did was brainlessly folding letters and stuffing envelopes. The trained counselors were the ones who really worked hard. They had to find food, clothing, and housing for kids who'd been tossed from their parents' homes when they were discovered or volunteered that they were gay. It was all very sad. But, it did confirm to us that we'd made the right decision to help out with our time and large donation.
Trevor was overflowing with good cheer when we got to the gym late Thursday afternoon. He said that Dale had been in for his workout and had been playing around with some new, black stud in the sauna. He knew he'd gotten off because Trevor had been refilling the soap dispensers when Dale had walked out of the sauna with his sizeable dick still half-hard and cum dripping from the head. Trevor had smiled and motioned him over. Dale walked over, not knowing he was dripping cum.
"You're dripping," he'd said. Before Dale could look down, the trainer had engulfed his semi-hard dick and licked up the wayward cum, stripping the rest of the fat dick of additional ball honey. The harder Trevor sucked, the harder Dale got. Even though they were exposed in the shower room, Trevor was resolute in getting what he wanted. And Dale was more than willing to give him the second load he craved delivering.
Within three more minutes, Dale was filling Trevor's eager throat with more dick juice. Trevor made sure that this time, there would be no lingering traces of cum hanging from Dale's dick. When, Trevor finally pulled away, he laughed out loud. Squatted behind Dale was the new, black guy from the sauna eagerly eating Dale's asshole. The eater and eatee returned to the sauna.
We smiled, but didn't divulge any of our own data about Dale.
"You think I could get a shot at his hot ass?" he asked.
"He does like muscle men, and you surely qualify, but I don't think he's ever had dick in there," I qualified.
"He's married, so don't be pushing him too hard to be queer like the rest of us," Dave cautioned. "This is all pretty new to him, I'm sure."
"So, who's the new guy that he was playing with?" I asked before Trevor could figure out that we knew more than we were telling about Dale.
"Let me check," Trevor said, rustling some papers. He found what he was looking for on a new member application. "His name's Leonard something. I can't read the last name. Oh, he plays football, so he must know Randy and Chuck and, of course, Gene. WOOF!" We smiled. Gene was all that and more. "About your size, Dave and same coloring," the trainer added.
"Len!" I nearly shouted. "Fuck, yeah! You remember him, Dave. He's got about 9" of hot dick, BIG nuts, and he's an awesome bottom. I think he's an end."
"Didn't he have a thing going with that big, white player? You know the one. He had a big, round ass and loved to take a big dick, but loved hammering black ass even more, and he and Len were goin' at it a lot," Dave remembered.
"I don't remember the guy's name, but I didn't think they were a serious couple," I thought out loud.
"Well, I think he and Dale are gonna get something going. They left together," Trevor smiled evilly. He did love to share hot gossip. Dave and I glanced at each other. We wondered if Dale was exploring his gay side a little farther and faster than we thought he would. He was married, after all. But, a stiff dick has no sexual preference; so, being married seemed to be no impediment.
Trevor thanked us again for the hot roll in the sack earlier in the week, but especially for introducing him to Donnie. "Lord love me, I do love that kid."
"You told him, yet?" Dave asked.
"Not yet."
"You can tell us, but you can't tell him?" I wondered.
"That's different," Trevor explained. "I don't have the emotional attachment to you that I do to Donnie."
"Seems pretty weak to me," Dave allowed.
"I know. If I can say it to you, what's keeping me from saying it to him," Trevor sighed. "I guess I'm still hurting from being dumped the last time."
"You gotta get past that, Trevor," I smiled warmly. "He's worth it."
"Yeah, I know he is," he grinned. I noted a swelling in his crotch area.
"And he turns you on just thinking about him," I pointed out, staring at his swelling dick in his too tight shorts.
"He does that and so much more," Trevor laughed, adjusting himself so his boner wouldn't be so obvious. "He loves to do all kinds of sexual positions, and especially he's so GOOD at hot butt eating like I love. And he's so versatile. I never know who'll get fucked when we're together. It's so exciting!"
"A big dick isn't everything," Dave pointed out.
"Yeah, it's the ONLY thing!" I laughed, paraphrasing Vince Lombardi's famous quote. Dave scowled and Trevor laughed. My lover finally figured out I was kidding and laughed along with us. The point he was trying to make had been lost on us now.
During the weekend, we spent more time in the yard, weeding out the new ones that tried to sprout in our new landscaping pattern. Dale was mowing his lawn, so Dave walked over and asked him how he and Len were doing. Dale blanched and stammered out a non-answer.
"It's okay, Dale," Dave assured him. "We just have friends in low places who tell us things. It isn't like we'll be spreading your secret anywhere."
Dale sighed in relief. "I know I need to be very careful, but Len turns my crank as no one ever has. I fucked him senseless yesterday in the steam room at the gym. He loved it and so did I," he revealed.
"I'm sure he did," Dave agreed. "I know Len loves a big, white dick up his ass." Dale looked questioningly at him. "Oh, yeah, you don't know that we know several of the guys on the professional football team, including coaches (besides Gene). This can be kind of a small town, sometimes."
"You made it with him, then?"
"No, we were at a team party when several of the men paired off and Len was one of the hot players enjoying big, white dick in a VERY noisy way," Dave recalled with a smile. "Of course, we were probably just as noisy," he laughed.
"He does love getting fucked by big dick. That's for sure," Dale smiled.
"Just be careful," Dave said. "You don't wanna get your dick in a vice and have your wife rip it off."
"Yeah! That's for sure. I know I've gotta be careful, but this is so exciting and the sex is SO incredible. Too bad women aren't like that, constantly wanting it," he sighed again.
"Some are, some aren't. But, men sure are ready at the drop of a pair of trousers," Dave giggled.
"Got that right!" Dale laughed. "How's your week been going?"
"Been busy with volunteer work and entertaining some friends," Dave evaded.
"Yeah, I noticed that big stud driving the black Lexus," Dale grinned. "Kind of a regular visitor, isn't he," he added laughing.
"Nice guy," Dave smiled, revealing nothing. "The boys behind us know him better I think." That wasn't exactly true, but close enough. "Besides, you've got Len. Stop poaching on our wild game refuge," Dave good-naturedly chided him.
"Just keeping my options open," he said. "Your potential cast-offs are pretty damned nice!"
"You're married, Dale," Dave admonished him. "Keep your dick in your pants or you'll wind up like Mike and I," he smiled
"Which isn't so bad!" Dale retorted.
"Yeah, but there was hell to pay for the divorce and the fall-out from that, including all the family and friends issues that go with disclosing that you're a fag," Dave warned him.
"I'm probably bisexual," Dale defended.
"Whatever label you put on it still makes you a societal outcast," Dave pressed. "Just be damned careful. There's nothing as vengeful as a woman scorned."
"I hear ya, Dave," he finally agreed. "Just keeping my options open."
Dave sighed and walked away, shaking his head. He told me about the conversation, leaving us both wondering if our neighbor was coming out of the closet with a brass band. If he weren't more circumspect, all of his life would change dramatically. I didn't think his wife would be at all forgiving about catching him sucking dick or pounding stud ass. But, it was his life. There wasn't a damned thing we could do, other than warn him of the consequences as we saw them.
FAR more to cum for our heroes. They have so many more episodes ahead of them. And so do their friends. Comments to gymhunk@msn.com