All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 62--Young, Hung and Full of Cum
The end of May was busy. The neighbors decided we needed a block party. So, on Sunday (before Memorial Day), we had a street party with our block cordoned off by the city, and barbeques wheeled out to the middle of the street for cooking. Everyone was to bring their favorite meat (don't get me started!) to barbeque for their family, a dish to share, and something to drink. Dave and I decided we still needed to watch our weight, so we barbequed chicken breasts that had been marinated in fresh limejuice and a lime/cilantro, bottled marinate. To share, we took along a key lime cheesecake from Costco. Of course, it was a big hit. Neither of us got a piece (of cheesecake, that is). We added a magnum of champagne to the drinks barrel (filled with ice) one of the neighbors had provided. The bottle of bubbly was emptied in record time forcing us to retrieve another from our wine fridge.
The kids on the street had a blast. A couple of the parents had organized some games for the smaller kids and a different set of fun for the older ones. Considering there were no kids in their teen years, we didn't have to deal with a lot of attitude or hormone imbalances. But, both groups had the most fun with the water balloon toss. Even the parents got into it and all of them got soaked. We had a great time laughing along with them (as we sat in the shade with the rest of the neighbors and caught up on all the latest street gossip).
Robert and Gary were as big a hit with the kids as Kurt and Gene. The kids adored all of them. But, Kurt was the big attraction. Being barely 19, he wasn't much more than a big kid himself. What most intrigued me was how unintimidated the small kids were around these giants. The parents were in awe of the big men's height and bulging muscles, but the kids wanted to go for rides on their towering shoulders or be swung in big circles by the legs.
Again, the women (not as circumspect as at the Cinco de Mayo party and with their husbands at a safe distance) made oblique remarks about which one of the many gay men would be really good in bed and which one they might be able to turn to "their side of the street" as they put it. Dave and I laughed when they thought we'd be the easiest as we'd already played on "their team". However, we reminded them that we knew what "their side" had to offer and were more than happy with our choices. The other gay men had little or no knowledge of what they were missing. But, we held out little hope for them switching sides, either.
"Still," sighed one of the mom's, "they're awfully good with the kids. They'd be great dads."
"In our gay culture," I pointed out, "they're called daddies." After explaining to them what that meant, they all nodded in agreement. They also agreed with one of the mom's who pointed out that I was the daddy of the white boys and Dave, the daddy of the black ones. I guess our age and maturity showed a little too well. They hadn't ignored Phil and Farrell nor Nick and Mark in their appraisals, but they were a different kind of man from Dave and I. We accepted their accolades graciously, not sure what else to do.
Later in the week, I was getting very nervous about the rapid appreciation of our biotech stock index fund. It looked like it was heading for a bubble burst, so I sold the whole biotech index fund and invested that part of our portfolio in a hospital services index fund on the 1st of June. I slept better after that.
Our banker reminded us of tax consequences from the profitable sale of the biotech fund. That forced us to finally search for a good tax accountant to help us through the miasma of forms and regulations the IRS had. We asked the coaches, Kurt's dad, and Phil and Farrell whom they'd recommend. At the last minute, we asked our next-door neighbor who owned the computer sales and services company (Nick)) for his suggestion, too. But, Nick declined, saying that he thought his tax accountant was an idiot and he was switching to someone else after July 1 (when his business year ended).
We interviewed briefly all three of their suggestions. They were interested, but we weren't interested in them. Although our friends had glowing reviews of their credentials and tax knowledge, this group of accountants was the nerdiest bunch of social misfits we'd ever encountered. Besides, we wanted someone gay to throw our gay money at.
"Didn't you have some good tax lawyers where you used to work?" I asked Dave.
He thought about it for a few moments. "We did have a real hot shot tax attorney would knew the tax codes backwards and forwards, but he left about a year ago," Dave replied thoughtfully. "I wonder what happened to him. I'll bet Myrna knows," he added, jumping up to grab the phone. He dialed his old phone number and was put through to his old friend. "How's my favorite girlfriend?" Dave smiled into the phone when connected with Myrna.
"You old fraud," she laughed. "How are you boys doing now that you're rich?"
"We're doing great, Myrna. Doing a little volunteer work, but mostly enjoying the pleasure of not working for a living any more," Dave added.
"I'll be joining you at the end of the year, thanks to you two," she whispered. They evidently didn't know of her early retirement plans, yet.
"Besides wanting to hear your melodious voice," Dave segued, "I was hoping you knew how I could find Brent Summerhays, that tax lawyer who quit about a year ago."
"You must be clairvoyant, Dave," Myrna whispered into the receiver. "Can we meet for lunch soon? This is the kinda news I can't discuss now."
"Yeah, sure," Dave agreed rapidly. I nodded in confirmation, listening in on the phone in the sunroom. "Today?"
"About 12:30?" she asked conspiratorially.
"Done. We'll pick you up in front of the building promptly at 12:30," Dave confirmed. They broke the connection. "Well, I wonder what that's all about?" I shrugged.
But, at 12:30, we had whisked her away from the building and were heading toward a Mexican restaurant that we'd heard many good reviews about. It was probably three miles away from the office, so Myrna felt secure. And she'd eaten there before, so she agreed with our restaurant choice. After we'd ordered our lunches, she launched into an intriguing tale.
"Brent did leave about a year ago, but it was all hush-hush as to why. He was so sharp everyone thought he left to launch his own tax and legal practice," Myrna began. "But, the real truth of the matter was that he was forced out by that old fossil, Mason. Brent's gay!"
Dave was stunned. I smiled. "I'll be damned!" Dave exclaimed. "I had no idea. That must have been about the time that Mike and I got together. I guess my gaydar wasn't working all that well, then."
"Gaydar?" Myrna asked perplexed. After Dave explained it to her, she laughed. "You boys have a vocabulary all of your own. Too bad women don't have this gaydar thing. They wouldn't waste so much of their time chasing some hunk that they'll never get." It would save everyone a lot of time if they did, we agreed. "Anyway, Brent was one of the former employees that Leon and I contacted and let them know that they had possible legal action against their former firm. Brent declined, saying he couldn't afford the scandal. I guess he's still in the closet, as you say."
"You still have his number?" I asked. "We need a good tax attorney or accountant because of our investments."
"You mean they aren't tanking like mine?"
"I guess we're just lucky," Dave put in. "But, most of it's tied up in high-yield and tax-exempt bonds with a solid return."
"I keep thinking it'll get better," she sighed.
"It will, but we don't know when that'll be any better than the next poor soul," Dave sighed. "You have a good mix of investments?"
"Yeah, scattered from conservative to modest. I'm getting too close to retirement to have any money in the aggressive side of the market," Myrna revealed.
"So, you have his current number?" Dave pressed.
"Oh, sure. Right here. I brought it with me," she said fishing in her purse. Locating it, she slid the piece of paper across the table to Dave. "You didn't get this from me, and we haven't had this conversation," she smiled. "I've still gotta work for those jackasses for another seven months," she added laughing poisonously. Clearly, you don't want to get on Myrna's bad side.
"Thanks, Myrna," Dave smiled genuinely back at her, patting her hand. "You're a peach. And how is Leon doing?"
"He left last month and went to work for the competition down the street," she laughed heartily. "The partners had a collective coronary over it. They offered more money, but he said the atmosphere was poisoned here, and he couldn't (in good conscience) work here anymore, where good people were treated so shabbily. When, they asked what he meant, he mentioned your name, Dave. They paid him off and he never looked back."
"Just how did Mason find out about Brent's predilection for men instead of women?" Dave asked.
"You know, I have no idea," Myrna mused. "I only know what I overheard the old goat say about that 'damned fag' as he put it."
"I guess we'll just have to ask him personally," I smiled mischievously. "Thanks for the number Myrna. Now, tell us what you'll be doing when you retire." Myrna was moving south as soon as she retired to one of the sun-belt cities. She hadn't chosen one yet, but was narrowing it down to Phoenix, Tucson, or San Diego and their suburbs. Of course, as all retirees say, she would be doing some traveling, but that depended on how well her investments did. After a great lunch, we returned to her office, then, stopped by to see Leon at the "competition". Leon welcomed us with open arms and a private conference room to chat. He obviously loved his new job.
"They treat me like one of the experienced attorneys. They're always running stuff by me to see if it makes legal sense and for some ideas on case law," Leon laughed. "But, for what they're payin' me, I should be doing a lot more. I almost feel guilty, but not guilty enough to return the money," he guffawed.
Dave asked about how his wife and kids were doing. He mentioned that his eldest son was finishing college on a track scholarship with a degree in business, graduating in two weeks. The second son would be a junior in the fall. The youngest was going to start college in September, finishing high school in the top 2% of his class in another week. He was the one that Leon worried about the most. The youngest often felt overwhelmed by the success of his two older brothers and often thought he was a failure, even though he had great grades and was a good athlete like this two brothers. Regardless of the number of times Leon told him that he needed to live up to his own potential, and wasn't being compared to his brothers, the inevitable comparisons were made at school, anyway. Academically, he was a far better student, but he didn't easily make friends like the two older boys had. Dave and I exchanged a knowing glance.
"You think it would do any good for me to talk to him?" Dave asked. "He might listen to another brutha who has already been there. I was sort of athletic, but not good enough to really play on the varsity teams by the time I got into college. So, I had to concentrate on my academic career while in school."
"It certainly couldn't hurt," Leon sighed. "I don't know how I'll talk him into meeting with you though, Dave."
"Leave that to me," Dave said. "What kind of interests does he have? Anything outside of school?"
"Not really," Leon sighed. "He comes home right after school, completes his homework, and camps in front of the computer or television until bedtime."
"Weekends?" Dave pressed.
"Hangs out with friends at the malls, sometimes going to movies, you know, teenager stuff," Leon smiled.
I smiled having hit upon an idea. "How about cars?" I asked.
"Nuts about them," Leon revealed. "How will that help?"
"Does he have his driver's license?" I continued.
"Yeah, he got it a couple of years ago, right after he turned 16. You have something in mind, Mike?"
"You take him to the annual auto shows, Leon?"
"More now than ever."
"Which cars does he like the most?"
"Loves the concept cars as well as the convertibles and the high-end cars like Mercedes, Lexus, BMW. He really looks down his nose at the Lincolns and Cadillacs. He says they're junk with a fancy price and a good ten years behind the Germans and Japanese," Leon related. "I don't know if they're that far behind, but the Americans still haven't figured out how to compete with a lot of the foreign brands."
"Has he ever been to the Lexus dealership?" I smiled. Dave saw where I was going.
"We have a friend who sells them. I'm sure we could get a real tour and all the gossip about future models. He'd be able to sit in them as well as probably drive one," Dave allowed.
"He'd love it," Leon grinned. "How should I set it up?"
"I'll leave that to you," Dave suggested. "And you should suggest it for a weekend. Our friend doesn't work on Monday and Tuesday, and we'd have more time on a Saturday or Sunday. That work for you?"
"You bet it does. How soon you wanna do this?"
"We're retired, so all of our weekends can be opened up if we need to," I proposed.
"How about this weekend, then? He's done with his finals this week," Leon offered.
We looked at each other and nodded. "This weekend would be fine. Saturday?" Dave asked.
"Okay," Leon agreed. "In case he has something going on with his friends on Saturday, I'll call to confirm tonight." With closure, we thanked Leon again for being our spy at Dave's employer. We owed him a great deal. But, he said he'd been more than amply compensated by our generous gift to his retirement account.
Leon confirmed that Saturday would work for his son, Benjamin. Ben would be ready to hit the dealership by eleven (teenagers always sleep late on weekends). We'd called Jeremy already to confirm that he'd be working on Saturday and was ready to show us around. He'd also promised to have special brochures and some Lexus trinkets to give Ben when we got there.
Ben's a tall, slender kid, probably 6'4" and weighs about 170 pounds soaking wet. He's a good-looking kid, a little on the shy side, but after only a few minutes, you knew he was very bright. He didn't flaunt it, but he was smart! He'd aced all his college prep classes with a straight "A" average. Riding over with us, he thanked us for taking him to the Lexus dealership. This was a car line he always drooled over whenever he saw one on the road. He knew his dad would never take him there, and the dealer would ignore a black kid just finishing high school.
Dave parked in one of the customer spaces. We walked into the showroom looking for Jeremy. He was talking with another of the sales staff when he spotted us. His big grin caused Ben to sputter. "Damn! What a muscle-head!" he muttered before catching himself. He blushed. I wasn't sure if he meant that as a compliment or a put- down. But, from the way he was blushing and staring in awe of Jeremy, I think he meant it as a compliment. Jeremy's suit coat bulged with big muscles in all the right places. Even his slacks were tight across the thighs and ass. Ben noticed the hot ass as Jeremy turned to retrieve the brochures he'd set aside for Ben.
"So, you like the Lexus automobiles, Ben?" Jeremy smiled, handing the teenager three brochures (two of them were special versions reserved for people who were serious about ordering or buying the LS430 or the SC430). Ben nodded mutely, smiling dumbly at the good-looking hunk in front of him. "Good!" Jeremy boomed. "Let's go take a look at a few of them, then. You interested in the SUV's or you want just the sedans, or maybe that hot, new convertible?" he laughed, seeing right through Ben's lust for the new SC430. "Yeah, Man! It's a hot car and selling like mad. We only have one here today. And it's already sold." Ben's disappointment registered right away on his young face. "I'll find the keys, and you can at least sit in it, but no one can drive it, except the new owner. It's sold," Jeremy repeated.
Retrieving the keys, he opened the sleek, new, "arrest me" RED convertible. "Just about everything is standard on this car," Jeremy started with the sales pitch, demonstrating several features we'd already seen in Uncle Clay's LS430 as well as the demo that Jeremy had been driving around last month. With Ben sitting in the driver's seat, he showed Ben how easily the top lowered and concealed itself in the trunk and how quickly and effortlessly the top reattached itself. Ben was awed! With the top down, trunk space was almost laughable. But, you had to expect that in a car this small.
It was a very warm day in June. Jeremy's dark suit was making him hot, so he removed the suit jacket. Ben's eyes bulged out as Jeremy's muscles rippled and bunched beneath the snug white shirt. "So, Ben, how about a couple of the big sedans? You don't look like the kinda guy who'd be interested in the smaller ones," he added, punching Ben in the shoulder and laughing. Ben nearly swooned at the contact. Again, he nodded mutely.
We walked around the lot for another 30 minutes before heading back to the showroom. We'd parked our butts in six different LS430's, each a different color and list of options from the stripped down to the fully loaded. The fully loaded one was the black beauty that Jeremy had been driving all during the month of May as the top sales person the previous month. When Jeremy suggested that we "go for a spin" in the demo, Ben pounced on the idea. Jeremy drove it off the lot as required, but pulled over a couple of blocks later to allow Dave, and then me, to drive. He sat in the back seat with Ben for most of the trip, keeping up a stream of sales palaver. Before returning to the dealership, Jeremy suggested that we let Ben drive. He was as excited as a teenager could get without wetting his pants.
"Ease out into traffic, Ben, then, let's hit the freeway for the ride back home," Jeremy suggested. We headed toward the freeway, finding the entry ramp easily enough. Ben turned on to it with skill and maturity. He didn't "hot-dog" the car like I knew he wanted to. As we gained speed, Jeremy turned in the front passenger seat to talk more to us. "Oh, you got a big truck coming up behind you, Ben. Goose it!" Ben acted instantly, flooring the accelerator. The car leaped forward, a quietly throaty rumble emanating from under the hood. Even at full throttle, the car was quiet! In less than five seconds, we were traveling in excess of 70 miles per hour. "Out of danger now, Ben. You can back off." The teenager had already let up considerably on the accelerator, but we were still gaining momentum. He backed off completely, steering through Saturday afternoon traffic effortlessly. "You're a great driver, Ben. Good reactions and good skills will keep you out of trouble on the road," Jeremy added. "Take the next exit and we'll head back to the barn."
Before we returned to the dealership, Jeremy put Dave in the driver's seat with Ben and I in the back. "It wouldn't make the boss happy if he saw Ben driving his favorite car," he laughed. "But, treating today's kids with respect will get them in here later when they can afford us. You sold, Ben?"
"Yeah, I'll take a dozen," Ben laughed. "Great cars, Jeremy. Thanks a lot, Man," he added squeezing Jeremy's big shoulder with his equally big hand. "You built, Man! You gotta work out a lot!"
"That I do, Ben," Jeremy smiled. "And you could look like this, too, without a lot of effort. You got the basic build and frame to make it all happen."
"You gotta be shittin' me, Dude!" Ben laughed. "Oh, sorry about the mouth," he quickly apologized. "Dad'd skin me alive hearing me say that in front of my elders," he grinned.
"I'm not shittin' ya, Ben," Jeremy said seriously, turning around in the front seat to look directly at Ben. "You got a lot of potential, my man. Don't be short-changing yourself. You can do anything you want."
"Yeah, well," Ben protested weakly.
"You got an older brother, doncha?" Jeremy asked perceptively.
"Yeah, two, both of them talented beyond reason. I just can't keep up."
"Why would you want to? You're your own man. Do what you do the best way you know how," Jeremy suggested. "They big-time athletic types?"
"Yeah, BIG-time."
"And you don't measure up to them, right?" Jeremy asked, boring in.
"They're WAY head of me," he moaned. "I'll never be as good as they are."
"They got a shot at the pros?" Jeremy asked.
"Probably not. That's next to impossible to break into. You gotta be REALLY good to get selected in the draft," Ben related.
"So, what are they gonna do with all their athletic skills?" Jeremy kept pushing. "They aren't gonna be pros, so they'll be weekend athletes and need a real job to pay the bills. You've already figured out that academic knowledge is your strength. And from my experience, that'll get you farther in life than athletics. So, go with your strengths. Stop trying to be your brothers. Be you!" he added with finality, as Dave pulled into the space reserved for the demo car. "Besides," he added as we climbed out of the car, "brainy guys make more money and buy more Lexus' from me than the pro athletes in town!" he laughed.
Ben laughed at that, too. "Thanks for the joy ride, Jeremy," Ben said offering his hand. "You're a great guy."
"I'm glad you came in, too, Ben," taking Ben's offered hand and squeezing it meaningfully. Then, he clapped Ben warmly on the shoulder. "Maybe we can do something about working out together to get you started on getting a solid build like mine, and sell you a Lexus after you get that first great job out of college," he grinned. "How about a couple of doodads to impress your friends?" Jeremy handed him a box from the glove compartment. "A chrome plated Lexus symbol on a silver chain, a Lexus key ring, and Lexus cup that fits conveniently in the cup holder of the LS430."
"WOW! Thanks, Jeremy! This is GREAT!" Ben gushed appreciatively.
"As for you two millionaires, when are you gonna buy one of these from me?" he smiled at us.
"We kinda like these old beaters we have now," Dave smiled back at him.
"Make you a helluva deal," Jeremy offered. "You're good friends and I'd do right by you." He walked us back to Dave's Beemer. "Besides, you've got trade-ins to help lower the cost." Always wanting to make the sale, I thought.
"Thanks again for showing us around, Jeremy," I said as Ben crawled into the back seat of our car. "And thanks for saying just the right thing to Ben. That was the whole point of this excursion was to get him to stop trying so damned hard to outdo his elder brothers."
"I know exactly what he's going through. I have an older brother, too, who was THE star and was good at everything. I nearly hated him, but I also tried to emulate him. It was very hard until I figured out that I had to stop competing with him and start leading my own life," Jeremy smiled. "I was out of high school before I figured that one out."
"Some of us are really late bloomers about other things, too," Dave sighed.
"Yeah, I hope he doesn't make the same mistakes we did at that age. You can't deny who you are, not even to yourself," Jeremy nodded towards Ben. He turned and whispered to us. "Gay, right?"
"Well, my gaydar said 'yes' before we got here," I ventured. Dave nodded. "And the way he was drooling over you, I think it's pretty certain, now."
"And how!" Dave observed. "I thought he was gonna suck you off right there in the lot when he was sitting in the convertible and your crotch was nearly in his face. I know he was hoping to see some dick outlined, but those slacks aren't very revealing."
"How about if I come over Sunday night and show you just how big it gets?" he whispered. "Or maybe you could fuck my ass tag-team like Kurt and Gene do?"
"You're always welcome in our bed," Dave smiled. I looked down as Jeremy's crotch. The muscles in his legs had flexed, stretching the fabric tightly across his crotch. His hot, bubble butt had made the thickness of Jeremy's dick obvious to anyone within thirty feet. Dave glanced inside the car.
Ben was panting with lust as he stared openly at the thick tube in Jeremy's trousers. He opened the door a few inches and said, "I'm dying in here. This car gets hot in a hurry. You guys coming soon?"
"Right away, Ben," Dave smiled back to him.
With a round of handshakes and smiles (hugs and kisses would have been totally inappropriate, but I did cop a feel of his hard ass when he leaned in to talk to Jeremy (after Dave had rolled the windows down to cool off the car). "Later, Jeremy," I whispered as my hand closed over his right bubble bun. He stood and smiled.
"Sunday night for sure, then?" he confirmed, running the flat of his hand over my erect left nipple. My dick was already half-hard. That contact raced me up to a full- fledged hard-on.
"You are gonna get so fucked!" I promised him in a whisper.
"I'm counting on it," he said in a louder voice.
I sat in the car, adjusting my dick so it wasn't so bunched up in my Levi's. But, my t-shirt still showed my erect nipples and hard pecs. Glancing into Dave's lap as I put on my seatbelt, I saw that he'd been affected by all the talk of hot sex later. His tubesteak was already leaking a pronounced wet spot into his Levi's. For our mutual sakes, it was best that Ben was in the back seat. He didn't need to be staring at two more obviously big dicks in tight pants. Jeremy's inflated hose was enough (even if it were partially camouflaged in loose slacks).
Dave pulled out of the Lexus lot and headed for home. "That's one big dude," Ben said over the blast of the air conditioning at full power. I looked back at him and smiled.
"He's a big guy with amazing muscles. We've worked out with him. The guy's awesome!" I concluded.
"How long have you two been a couple?" Ben innocently asked. Dave and I nearly lost it. Dave glanced abruptly into the rearview mirror and I gulped, wondering where THAT question had come from.
"About a year," Dave finally answered.
"You live together from the beginning?" Ben pressed.
"Uh, well, it's not that easy to explain where the beginning was," Dave deflected weakly.
"Oh? Complications?"
"You could say that," I smiled. I looked over at Dave. He glanced my way and sighed. He knew Ben wasn't going to let that kind of response suffice.
"Such as?" he asked.
Dave sighed, again. There was no going back now. "You sure you wanna know, Ben? This is pretty intense stuff for a guy your age."
"I'm more world-wise than you think I am," he insisted.
"Well, it's like this," Dave began. He went through the whole litany of how we met, and how we'd gotten closer, but left out the steamy parts of how I seduced him and sucked his dick and ate his ass. However, that only intrigued Ben more.
"How'd you do it, Mike? How'd you get him to go all the way with ya? What'd ya say?" Ben begged to know.
"Uh, let's take a recess here and let me ask you a few questions," I parried. "This'll get very graphic if I answer your questions, Ben. You interested in man-to-man sex?"
"I'd better be," he chortled. We looked questioningly at him. "I've been workin' that side of the street for nearly three years now. But, if my family finds out, I'm pigeon poop." We laughed at his odd choice of words. But, it did explain how he felt about coming out to his family.
Dave saw where and why Ben was pursuing this line of questioning. "You got someone in mind that you wanna seduce, doncha?" Ben nodded, embarrassed that he'd been seen through so quickly. "Thought so," Dave confirmed to all. "You gotta know that each situation is different and guys are turned on by different things. So, how Mike got me to switch teams won't necessarily work for your situation."
"I kinda knew that already, Dave," Ben smiled. "I need more arrows in my quiver, so I can bag this hot guy. And I can't do that if I only know a couple of approaches." His logic was tight. "Besides," he smiled, "I love a good story with lots of hot details."
"So, wanna tell us who your target is?" I asked.
"A dude at school. He's in my class, graduating with me next week. Smart, funny, handsome, HOT beyond belief, and he's a friend, which complicates it a bunch," Ben sighed.
"What've you done to get him warmed up?" Dave asked.
"Besides making a damned fool of myself every time I see him?" Ben laughed. "Oh, drool on him, scope out his awesome ass and big dick in the showers, you know, subtle stuff." We laughed, again. But, that wasn't helping answer his question.
"You ever catch him checkin' you out?" I inquired.
"Yeah, a few times, he was checkin' my rod or my ass when I'd bend over to put on pants or shoes," Ben smiled, but not very innocently. "Lots of guys were checkin' my dick, though. It was pretty embarrassing. I'd get a woodie in the showers after gym class on more than one occasion. Hard to miss something that big." I wanted SO badly to ask how big, but knew I'd better not.
"You sleep over?" Dave continued.
"Yeah, several times, but nothing ever came of it, other than I know he jacked off when he thought I was asleep. But, so did I."
"He say anything about your piece?" Dave pursued.
"Yeah, kinda funny how he said it."
"Yeah?" I blurted out.
"Yeah. He said, 'You could satisfy anyone with a dick that big'. I thought it kinda odd at the time that he didn't put a gender on it."
"That's encouraging," Dave observed. "Anything else?"
"The first time I popped wood in the showers, he asked me to spend the night with him. It was innocent, because he'd done it many times before. I woke up with serious wood a couple of times and I know he was awake because of the way he was breathing. And once I woke up on my side and his asshole was pressed right up against my hard dick. But, that time, I know he was asleep. The whole scene was so strange. But, I'm such a sound sleeper, it could have happened a lot more times."
"Hmm," Dave mused. "There's more going on here than teenage hormones."
"He like to be with you, sit next to you at lunch, for instance?" I probed.
"He likes to sit next to me when we're just jammin'. Like RIGHT next to me. When we're with friends, though, like in the cafeteria, he sits at more of a distance."
"I think he's hot for ya, Ben," Dave concluded. "He's not sure how to approach you. He's terrified of what you'd say if he just blurted it out. He doesn't wanna lose you as a friend, just like you don't wanna lose him."
"More than once we've gotten some powerful wood going just sitting next to each other or laying on the bed with our clothes on, but I thought it was just because we were always horny and didn't need a reason to get stiff," Ben offered.
"There is that possibility, Ben," I allowed. "But, not likely. Not with the other cues he's giving you."
"So, how'd you seduce Dave on that fateful day"? Ben asked getting us back to the point of his questioning. We glanced at each other as Dave pulled into our driveway. Because Ben was going to be the seducer, I thought I should tell him the event from my perspective. We walked into the house and I recounted the tale. Dave added a few details, cataloguing his responses and thoughts for each one of my advances.
Despite his baggy pants, Ben was showing off a very large dick snaking down his left leg. He adjusted himself more than once to get comfortable. We followed his lead, needing relief from cramped dicks in our tight Levi's. As I was getting to the place where I was collecting my bet, the large, tall frame of Kurt loomed into the back yard, his handsome face grinning through the glass in the back door. Dave stood to let him in, showing off his 11" monster dick. Ben sat mesmerized at Dave's outlined trouser trout.
Dave let Kurt in, stepping aside to let the big man pass through the doorway into the sunroom. He stopped abruptly. "Ben! Dude! How's it hangin'?" he advanced to shake Ben's hand. Ben stood, displaying an obvious mound in his baggy pants. But, Kurt was concentrating on Ben's beaming face, not his baggy shorts.
"I have to assume you know each other," I said dryly.
"Oh, yeah, Ben's one of the really smart kids who took classes at least one grade level above his classmates. I had a couple of classes with him," Kurt revealed.
"How's college, Kurt?" Ben asked, genuinely glad to see a former classmate.
"Great! I think I aced all my classes."
"You live around here?" Ben asked, putting two and two together.
"Yeah, right behind," he indicated, pointing toward the property behind us.
"Convenient to have a gate," Ben smiled knowingly.
"Oh, yeah, VERY!" Kurt laughed. "And how do you know these old reprobates?"
Dave inserted himself into the conversation before Kurt blabbed too much. "His dad and I used to work together. We thought we'd go out and see Jeremy at the Lexus dealership as Ben loves those cars and we've been thinking about getting a different car for one or both of us."
"Oh, yeah? You met Jeremy?" Kurt smiled back at Ben.
"Yeah, AWESOME dude!" Ben nearly shouted. "Muscles everywhere, almost as awesome as you, Kurt. You've really put on the bulk. Looks great on ya, Dude!"
"Thanks," Kurt grinned back. "I owe it all to my boyfriend who weight trains professional football players."
"You're SHITTING me, Man! No fuckin' WAY! A boyfriend! YOU?" Ben laughed.
"Sure, Ben," Kurt said seriously. "The guy's totally buff and I love him. Surely you can't have been blind to the fact I'm gay?"
"I never thought of it. You're such a hot, huge guy. But, I never did see you walkin' the chicks to class. You were always with your buddies. How many of those are gay, too,' Ben wondered.
"Several!" Kurt laughed. "You play on my team, too?"
"Yeah, but this isn't known to many guys, nor my family," he confided.
"Well, I've heard about how well-hung you are," Kurt said. "I always wondered."
"Where'd you hear that?"
"A couple of the guys on the basketball team told me that you'd sprouted some major wood in the showers, but lots of guys do that, so no one assumed anything about it," Kurt revealed. "But, those guys sure were interested in finding out how good it would feel up their butts," he added laughing. "Major bottoms, both of them."
"Damn! I wish I'd known that, then!" Ben said shaking his head. "I wouldn't have had so many days with a serious case of blue balls."
"You seeing anyone right now?" Kurt asked.
"Nah, I was just asking Mike and Dave how they met, and some advice on how to seduce this dude from school," Ben said.
"Wait'll I tell ya what Mike did to me!" Kurt laughed. "Cradle robber!" he giggled pointing at me.
"You'd have fucked with you, too, not knowing all the essential details!" I defended.
Ben looked amused. "I love a good story," he smiled, sitting next to me. "Tell me how you seduced this hunk, Daddy," he laughed, putting his big hands on my knees, and looking into my eyes.
"That's what did it for me," Kurt sighed. "He's even more of a daddy now than he was then. But, it was obvious to me that long ago, that he could teach me all I needed to know." He told the story of how he'd met me in the park and the torrid affair we'd had until he revealed his age. Of course, I had to butt in and describe Kurt's physical attributes at that tender age. Ben nodded in sympathy. He might have made the same mistake himself, he declared.
"You guys fuck around?" Ben blatantly asked the three of us after hearing Kurt's story.
"You propositioning us, Ben?" Dave asked with a leer.
"Yeah, you know it, Dave. I saw that monster dick in your pants when you got up to let Kurt in. And I saw Mike's at the dealership. I assume that Kurt's dick has grown even bigger since he was 14," Ben smiled evilly.
"Looks like you're packin' a lot, too, Ben," Kurt smiled directly at Ben's crotch. :"How big's that thing get? And don't tell me you've never measured it. All big-dicked guys know how big it is."
Ben smiled in acknowledgement. "Eleven inches."
"Damn!" I blustered. "He's hung as big as you are Dave!"
"Thick?" Dave asked suspiciously.
"Average thickness from my meager experience," Ben responded.
"Whatcha got in mind, Ben?" Dave asked, slightly relieved.
"Fucking and sucking until everyone blasts a big load," Ben suggested. "You guys into anything more kinky?"
"Depends on your definition, I guess," Kurt volunteered. "How about rimming?" Ben's eyes lit up in a positive response. "Kissing?" A big nod of agreement came from Ben. "Being restrained by powerful muscles as your butt is being hammered unmercifully by a big dick?"
"Yeah! I love being raped by big men!"
"Can't rape the willing, Ben!" I opined.
Ben smiled broadly. "I know. But, I love being held down by a big dude and fucked to death! The one thing I've always wanted to do is get gang raped by a bunch of big guys. Looks like I just got lucky!"
"But, we always play safe," Dave pointed out.
"You have to," Ben agreed. "But, one of these days, I'm gonna find a man that I can settle down with and we'll fuck bareback all the time. I've always wanted to know what it feels like to have a big dude hose my hole with a huge, hot load deep in my ass."
"It's great!" the three big men said in unison. Kurt told the tale of his 18th birthday in our bed and how that was celebrated bareback. Dave and I told him about our barebacking with each other, confirming Ben's desire to eventually do it.
By then, we were in the bedroom, clothes strewn about the hallway and bedroom floor, mighty erections dripping precum. Ben was hypnotized by Kurt's 12" monster. "Gotta have that in my butt for sure," he'd insisted.
"You ever had one this big before?" Kurt asked warily.
"Yeah, Khalil and I used to fuck each other brainless," Ben said. "But, he got a boyfriend and that ended that."
"Big?" Dave asked before I could.
"About this size," Ben smiled, grabbing the throbbing butt ripper pulsing before Kurt's hard, muscular body. "Big nuts like Khalil's, too," he added hefting the big orbs in their hairy sack. He bent over and smiled over his shoulder. "I feel like a million, but one at a time, please," he squawked in his best Mae West voice.
As he'd made it very clear that Kurt was the one he wanted most, the big teenager moved behind Ben and pushed him on to the bed. Ben's narrow ass wiggled high above the bed. "Eat it, Dude!" Kurt pulled the round, bubble buns apart and looked deeply between the twin orbs.
"Yeah, HOT hole, Ben," he sniffed. "REAL HOT!" he added taking another whiff, then buried his nose and tongue in Ben's butt trench.
"Ah, FUCK, YEAH!" Ben bellowed, raising up on to his hands and knees and pressing his beautiful ass harder into Kurt's face.
"I thought I'd find you in here," came a voice from behind us. I turned sharply and grinned. Gene had come looking for his lover when he hadn't returned quickly. He knew very well how much Kurt loved to fuck with us. But, so did he. "And who's your new friend?"
Kurt pulled away briefly from his butt munching to introduce Gene to Ben and give a brief explanation (between more butt licks) of how they knew each other. Dave added the part of how we knew Ben. "No wonder you bulked up, Dude!" Ben said between moans of pleasure. "He's totally buff!" He smiled and closed his eyes again to wallow in the pleasure Kurt was delivering to his eager butt. "As good as Kurt is at butt eating, you gotta have a nice ass to eat, Gene. Why not come over here and I'll demonstrate that I know how, too?"
Gene pulled himself away from my mouth that had attached to his thick dick and from Dave's kisses to assume his new position. Gene moved in front of Ben and backed up to wave his muscled, hard ass in front of the teenager. "Fuckin' AWESOME, Dude!" Ben whispered before his tongue snaked out to connect directly to his intended target. We felt left out for only a moment. Dave's tight body moved around to the head of the bed and flipped on to his back. He scooted down until Gene's long tongue could reach Dave's asshole. I'd walked around behind Kurt and connected to his muscled rump with my searching tongue.
For several more minutes, the happy group of five munched butt and moaned. But, this was more than Kurt could endure, so he broke up out little daisy chain, lubed up Ben's ass, rolled a condom on to his 12" monster, and pressed forward. Ben sighed with pleasure, pushing back. Kurt's big dickhead entered easily, followed by several thick inches before he halted and pulled nearly all the way out. "HOT! Totally HOT ass!" Kurt moaned. He pulled Ben upright, away from eating Gene's ass and kissed him.
Gene grabbed a condom, rolled it on the 11", slightly curving to the left, black dick of the randy teenager and backed on to it. Ben's hips shot forward, immensely enjoying the tight, hungry butthole of the professional strength coach. Gene backed hard on to the monstrous, black dick and sighed. He was used to taking Kurt who was even longer and thicker. Dave had scooted down farther for Gene to continue munching on his black asshole. Kurt was working hard on getting his dick buried up Ben's ass, so there was little I could do to stay connected to his butthole with my tongue.
I decided that sitting on Dave's face would be a nice change of pace for both of us. I assumed a 69 position with him, my butt in his face and my mouth sucking as much of his 11" monster as I could. Gene's tongue was working its magic on Dave's tight pucker. But, Ben's hole was evidently as talented as Robocop's butt, because Kurt was cumming in a roar!
"FUCK! CUMMMING!" Kurt moaned, slamming hard into Ben's eager butt, forcing Ben ever harder into Gene's hungry hole. Kurt grabbed Ben's chest and squeezed him in a bear hug, hammering the teenager's ass with savage thrusts of breeding desire. His heavy breathing and unrelenting thrusts deposited his creamy sperm into Ben's condom-protected ass channel. Calming slowly, Kurt exited Ben's butt. However, Ben was still enjoying Kurt's lover's hungry ass. He leaned in harder, stroking deeply and pulling out to the last inch before racing forward again.
"I want Dave in my ass next," Ben asked, pile driving into Gene with renewed vigor.
Dave pushed me away and assumed a deeply satisfying position behind Ben, plugging in his condom-encased, 11", black cock to the root. "DAMN! So fuckin' thick!" Ben breathed. "Hammer my hole, Man! I need it, BAD!" Of course, Dave obliged the eager teenager with long strokes of thick, monster dick into his well-fucked hole. But, quickly, he suffered the same fate that Kurt had. Perhaps, me sucking on his dick had lit the fires, but Ben surely had all the right muscle controls to get Dave off. Within three more minutes, Dave was blasting his hot, spermy load into a stretched condom deep in Ben's hole.
"Shit!" Dave cried laughing, pulling his still enormous dick out of the black kid's butt. "You work those muscle TOO well for my dick, Ben."
"I want Gene in my ass next," Ben directed.
Gene pulled away from the big 11" dick that had recently been spearing his hole and signed. "Real nice dick, Ben. I'll bet you satisfied better than half your high school with that bull horn."
"Don't I wish," Ben sighed as Gene's 10", white dick slid easily into the randy ass that had already been fucked and enjoyed by two bigger dicked men. "Oh, yeah! Feels SO good!" Ben whispered huskily. "What a stud on my back!" Gene flexed his awesome muscles, so Ben could feel them even more. He squeezed the teenager in his massive arms, slicing his big, condomed dick deeply into Ben's raw ass. Ben leaned down and whispered in my ear as I backed on to his very hard, newly bagged, 11" dick, "I saved the best for last. You, Daddy!"
His 11" dick did hit the same spots that Dave's 11" dick did for depth, but didn't stretch my butt channel nearly as much, nor did it rub those special places that Dave knew so well. Still, it was a nice, big dick in my ass. He flattened himself out on my back as Gene pounded his ass. I held us all up with my strong arms and legs.
Dave moved in front of me and offered his beautiful butt for me to eat. With the big dick in my butt, what I really wanted to do was fuck Dave's ass. But, before I could verbalize that thought, Gene was thrusting hard and fast into Ben on his last strokes to climax. "GAWD! YES!" Gene howled. He bucked and fucked as hard as he could atop the two men below him, blasting as much sperm as his big nuts had manufactured up Ben's hole.
My arms were weakening, but Ben wasn't. His pistoning dick was no longer keeping time with Gene's thrusts, but was going for his own sperm ejaculation. In one powerful, final thrust, Ben slammed into my ass and lost all control. His hips continued to punch forward, but the rest of his body flopped on my back. If it hadn't been for Gene's hard body sandwiching him between us, Ben would have fucked himself right off my back.
When Gene recovered enough control, he pushed off Ben's back and pulled out. "What a great ass!" Gene sighed.
"You're the best fuck of all of them, Daddy," Ben whispered in my ear as he kissed my right ear lobe. "Now," he said in a louder voice, "Mike's turn!" He stretched out on the bed, his round ass slightly elevated. "Rape ME!" he begged. I bagged my dick and moved atop him.
Breathing in his ear, I asked, "You want me to make love to you or rape your ass like you begged?"
"Make love to me later," he whispered back. "Rape ME!" he begged again in the louder voice. I plunged hard into his yielding hole in one fast stroke. He groaned with appreciation. No small wonder that everyone else had cum so quickly. His ass was incredibly good at milking. Robocop was talented, but this randy teen was a master!
"I'll cum in your ass too soon if you keep that up," I cautioned whispering in his ear as I licked the lobe, then, the back of his neck. "You're one of the hottest bottoms AND tops I've ever had!" He squeezed my dick and smiled.
"I saved my load for your ass. I knew it would be good and you didn't disappoint me. Dave's a lucky guy to get that hot daddy ass of yours all the time," he moaned back at me. "Hold me down, Daddy. I wanna feel you possess me!" he said in a louder voice for all to hear. Two other men helped me hold his legs down as I held his hands in place. Kurt and Gene obviously were enjoying my round butt slowly pistoning into Ben. Their hands were all over my ass as they held Ben down.
Dave pushed his butt into my face again. As if Ben's milking ass wasn't enough, Dave's awesome hole was too much. With a grunt of resignation, I began jetting my cream into the condom deeply seated in Ben's very hungry hole. He whimpered and bounced his hips up to meet my climax hammering into him. "Fuckin' GREAT!" he moaned as my climax subsided. "You feel so right on my back with your furry, hard pecs and big dick deep in my ass. I need a man like you, Mike!"
"I'm sure you'll find one, soon," I promised pulling out of the well-lubed, still hungry ass.
I released him, but Kurt was hard and ready to pound more butt. Rolling on a fresh condom, he mounted Ben like a bitch in heat. "You wanted to get gang raped, so here's your chance to get what you've always wanted," he snarled thrusting hard into Ben's hole.
"FUCK! Oh, Damn! What a dick! DAMN!" Ben stammered. But, his ass reared up to meet each of Kurt's determined rammings. "Yeah, Man, FUCK that ASS!" he begged as the rest of us held him down.
Gene pushed his big, cum-dripping dick into Ben's face as he held the younger man's shoulders down. "Eat my dick, so I can fuck you again, Kid!" Gene insisted. He leaned in and kissed his lover on the lips. Kurt and Gene were in synch as they hammered the hapless, but eager, bottom between them.
Everyone got a second shot at Ben's hungry butt. Ben loved every inch and each squirt. His only regret was not being able to take us all on bareback. He knew he'd have been able to feel each of us cum in his welcoming asshole. I was the last one in again. Kurt and Gene showered while I went balls deep in the kid. Dave had offered his hot asshole to Ben to fuck as I approached my last climax. Plugging into Dave easily pushed Ben into a climax he wasn't ready for. But, with his milking, clenching butthole echoing his own climax into Dave, Ben got the heavy second creaming that he wanted from me.
When Gene and Kurt came back into the bedroom, Ben and I were still piled atop Dave, panting and jerking lightly from our last climax waves. Ben loved being the meat in a fuck sandwich, we'd learned.
We returned him to his parent's home shortly before five that afternoon. We wished him well in his conquest of his intended target. He extracted a promise from us to fuck him again, soon, including our neighbors, Kurt and Gene. We didn't have the heart to tell him that Jeremy was coming over tomorrow, so he wouldn't get it soon.
However, Jeremy had other ideas.
Well, now, what about this randy teen? Will he find the man of his dreams? How about other conquests of Dave's and Mike's who promised to visit them this summer? And there's always Jeremy! And SO many others who want to get back into bed with them. Comments to gymhunk@msn.com