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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 63--Tax Consequences

Lying on my side with my head propped up with my elbow, I surveyed the beautiful man sleeping next to me. His shallow breathing caused his muscular, broad chest to rise and fall rhythmically. The sheet had been pulled up to conceal all below his navel, allowing me to stare at his hard abs and erect nipples. But, there was life below his navel. I could see it throbbing and tenting the sheet. I hoped his dream was about me.

I lightly touched the thinly covered, thick head of his monster dick, causing it to jerk hard. He left a slug trail of precum soaking into the sheet. I gently pulled the sheet away leaving it casually draped across his bulging, black thighs. Free of contact, his ebony staff slowly pulsed with his heartbeat. Practiced fingers touched the sticky head again, then, sampled the clear fluid as I touched my lips with the same fingers. My butthole tingled in memory of our earlier, eager lovemaking. His strong hands had pushed my legs into my hairy chest, exposing my hungry asshole to his 11" semen launcher. He'd lubed my butthole, smearing a generous amount deeply into me with his long, big fingers. When he was ready to enter me, he leaned in, kissing me. His monster dick and my needy asshole had to have homing devices implanted. They instantly mated, eliciting a heavy groan of pleasure from both of us.

More inches of his big dick entered me, striking my prostate hard. He matched his slow thrusts with his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth, battling with my tongue for dominance. My hands grabbed for his round, ass mounds and pulled him urgently into me. I groaned again when I felt his kinky pubes rub against my stretched butt pucker.

Dave slowly made love to me, keeping the pace easy and measured. Each time he plunged into me, my dick jumped and dripped more precum on to my abs. The harder he kissed me, the more I urged him to give me every inch of his thick dick. My hands pulled him harder into me, begging him to fuck me faster. He broke our passionate kiss and smiled down at me. "I love you, Mike. You're the only one I wanna make love with, always," he whispered softly, then, punctuated his sentence with a deep thrust and grind into my upturned ass.

I smiled back at him. One hand pulled his face down to kiss him again while the other directed his ass to fuck me faster. When we next broke our kiss, I warned him that I was right on the edge of losing my load without touching my throbbing, bobbing dick. He only grinned and slowed his pace, again. "I want this to last," he murmured. I milked his huge butt stretcher with my ass muscles. "Hold out just a little longer," he begged. "I wanna cum with you." His pace sped up, but I couldn't stop the inevitable. I groaned and shook, grabbing his hard, thrusting ass with both hands and jamming his hard dick deeper and faster than before into me. I was cumming and couldn't hold back.

"Fuck, Dave! I'm CUMMMING!" I shouted and bucked hard beneath him, nearly unseating him from my ass. If his dick had been a couple of inches shorter, I'd have lost him for sure. But, what I accomplished instead was a staccato hammering of my prostate making me cum even harder. I bellowed out another wave of climax, drooling on to the pillow as my head and body thrashed beneath the big man towering over me, making love to me. Another volley sailed high, and then went splat against my right cheek. Despite his impending climax, Dave licked up the spent, warm sperm and moaned.

Of course, cumming as hard as I did, I milked his thick monster unmercifully. Despite my out-of-control climax, I could feel his dickhead swell inside of me, and the first two big flash floods of his baby sauce rocketed into me. Holding on to my legs for balance and munching on my right calf, he came hard into me. His muffled shouts of pleasure encouraged me to bear down even harder, milking his black ass probe of all his dick starch.

And now, that weapon was cocked and ready to fire again. I reached for the lube, plunged two fingers full of it into my ass, and then wiped off my hands. Moving slowly, I straddled his body, lightly grasped his monster dick, and aimed it at my well-lubed asshole. I closed my eyes, appreciating the pleasure his big dickhead gave me as it rumbled over my joy button. His body jerked.

I opened my eyes and smiled down at him. "Hi," I whispered. "Wanna fuck?"

"A little too late to say no, isn't it?" he smiled up at me, raising his hips slightly and skewering my happy butthole with his thick lance. I squatted lower, gobbling up the entire shaft length. He moaned as my ass muscles milked his long shaft. His hands ran along my sides, and then rested on my hips. He held me down as he again arched his hips and drilled deeper. "That ass of yours sure knows how to make my dick happy," he smiled with his eyes closed, enjoying the deep fuck he was giving me.

"Takes two to tango, Lover," I moaned. "And you've got the beat. Oh, yeah, fuck that daddy ass!" Dave's tempo had picked up considerably. My milking action was catching up with him. I stroked my dick in time to his thrusts. From the urgent and faster manner he was using my hips to hold me down, I knew he wouldn't be much longer.

"Oh, yeah, sweet ass," Dave moaned thrusting harder. "Gonna cum REAL soon, Babe. Take my load, Man! TAKE IT! FUCK!" I had no other alternative, considering how deep his long dick was buried up my butt. Additionally, his strong hands were holding me in place to let him ram as hard and fast and deep into me as he desired. I was getting another incredible fuck from the man I loved.

I felt his dickhead swell inside me, and then the warm rush of at least two big squirts of warm cum sprayed my insides. As if on cue, my dick erupted, splattering Dave's broad, hard chest with cream. I hadn't meant to aim at any particular point. But, I coated both nipples, with a particularly hard squirt hitting him in the corner of the mouth and trailing back across his sternum to my oozing dick. I leaned back after my climax waned, burying his monster, dripping dick deeper. My dick was still oozing, creating a puddle of warm cream in the middle of his hard abs. I clamped down hard on his butt invader, hoping to keep as much of his load in my greedy butt as possible.

"That tickles! STOP it!" he demanded laughing and trying to pull away from my clenched hole. But, I was too deeply impaled for him to get away easily. I backed off, easing some of the friction I'd been causing. He sighed with pleasure. "Thanks. I love being deep in your ass, but I can't stand the milking you do after I cum." He pulled me down and kissed me, smearing cum across our chests. I shared my cum that I'd licked off his chin. I sat back down on his slowly shrinking dick, pushing most of the shaft back up my butt.

"I could sit on your fat dick for hours," I sighed.

"And your guts would fall out if I ever pulled out," he laughed, and then yawned hugely.

"Not exactly a subtle hint, Dave," I smiled, but pulled off his butt wrecker. "But, I got it anyway."

"Well, it IS the middle of the night," he grinned, stifling another yawn. "But I don't regret one drop of cum I shot up your ass."

"I didn't think you would," I agreed rolling over next to him. "It was too big and throbbing to ignore. I had to be your nurse and help reduce the swelling," I laughed.

"You know you can get me to fuck you any time you want it, Mike. Obviously," he laughed, "you don't have to ask me, either."

Early Sunday morning, we were rousted from bed by a phone call from Dave's brother, Doug. He was now the proud Papa of a boy. From Doug's description, the kid was already a fullback. He weighed in at nearly eleven pounds and was over 23" long. Considering he was ten days overdue, we weren't surprised that he was so big. Mother and baby were fine, but Daddy was exhausted. I could hear Opal saying, "So like a man! We do all the hard work and THEY'RE exhausted." The labor was just under 12 hours. "He has the big Carey dick, too," he laughed. "I knew you'd be interested in that!" We promised to visit them at the hospital later in the day. Because of the early hour, we didn't have the presence of mind to even ask for the new kid's name.

We went to the gym later Sunday morning where we found Trevor and Donnie working out. They left for the showers only a few minutes after we got there. By the time our workout was done ninety minutes later, they were just emerging from the locker room with very big grins. Meeting them at the water fountain, Dave asked, "Fuck yourselves silly in there for the last hour and a half?" Donnie nodded sheepishly.

But, Trevor told us all about it. They'd fucked in the sauna, then the steam room, then back in the sauna again. Donnie had been a real pig about it, fucking Trevor three times to Trevor fucking him a paltry twice. "I couldn't help it," Trevor protested. "His dick is too nice. I HAD to sit on it!"

We invited them over for brunch as soon as we showered. Although we were enticed by the twins (Karl and Keith) to dally with them for a few minutes in the sauna, we deferred their "kind" offer for later in the week. Not only did we have luncheon guests, we had the mountain-of-muscles to satisfy tonight. Keith and Karl would have been a delightful distraction, but much too ball draining.

Deciding to make a larger event of it, we called Kurt and Gene, and Gary and Robert, too. However, Kurt and Gene were moving furniture from the upstairs to the nearly finished main floor. They conned the six of us into helping them, saying it would go much faster with all those busy hands. They were right. We were done in less than an hour. They supplied the eggs and gourmet coffee. Gary and Robert brought juice to make mimosas, and we did the rest. As Gene and Kurt's kitchen was still out of commission, brunch was cooked, served, and consumed at our house. During that time, we caught up with what was going on in everyone's lives, including the scandalous tale of Jeremy and what Kurt and Gene had been doing with him. Of course, Ben's butt was mentioned several times. Donnie and Trevor were both interested in his 11" dick and eager butthole. Gary and Robert ate it up.

Most of the conversation centered about Donnie and Trevor's budding romance. We offered what guidance we could, helped out by the newly weds who lived behind us, and the boys down the street. Trevor had the afternoon shift at the gym and Donnie and Gary had one more final to get through before they were out of college for the year. Kurt and Gene had to make final decisions on the tile and counter tops for the upstairs bathrooms. Robert was going back to the gym to workout.

That left us home alone, but time enough to dash to the hospital and make fools of ourselves in front of the big window overlooking the newborn nursery. Opal and Dave, Sr. were just as bad. And they didn't mind telling anyone who'd listen to them that they'd been made grandparents three times in the last month. Opal invited us to a Father's Day celebration the following Sunday at their place, the new daddy being the guest of honor (besides Dave, Sr., of course). We gladly accepted.

We had no sooner gotten home, when Jeremy called telling us that he still intended to get heavily fucked by us tonight, but he'd not be able to get there until he'd had dinner and worked out. We were willing to postpone his arrival by a few hours to get at his buff body again. He did ask if we got a confirmation of Ben's gay side. We confirmed it.

"Oh? You get him in bed?" Jeremy asked.

"Could you turn down 11" of black meat?" I asked.

"Never would, never will! Eleven inches! WOW! Those tall, skinny ones always have monster meat. Is he coming over tonight? I can leave early!" Jeremy offered laughing.

"We left our dance card open just for you, Jeremy. I don't think you could stand the competition, anyway," Dave butted in.

"Says you!" Jeremy countered.

"The guy's an insatiable bottom," I related. "He had four guys banging his ass and he was still beggin' for more!"

"You got those hunks behind you to fuck him too, didn't ya?" Jeremy pried.

"It wasn't much of a struggle to include them," Dave agreed. "But, the kid knows how to use that monster dick of his despite his preference for bottom."

"There's an amen in this corner," I laughed. "He really loved pounding my butt."

"Who wouldn't love fuckin' that hot, daddy ass," Jeremy leered.

"Now, there's an amen in THIS corner!" Dave laughed.

"You want us to invite him?" I asked.

"Nah, you're right. I couldn't stand the competition," Jeremy agreed. "But, one of these days, I'd love to take a hard fuck from that kid. Besides, he's a good guy and you can never have too many friends."

"How about Kurt and Gene or Gary and Robert?" Dave suggested.

"You trying to get rid of me?" Jeremy chortled.

"Just wondering if two of us will be enough to satisfy that hot ass of yours, Jeremy," Dave allowed.

"A nice long ride from both of you will do nicely. Of course, there will be repeats, too," he added. "Maybe even some drilling from my fat dick."

"We look forward to it," I promised.

We came six (three each) times in his hot, muscle ass that night and the next morning. He was well and truly fucked. He left the house with a BIG grin, but not before getting us to work on getting Ben back for some late afternoon delight.

Ben did return, but not until Tuesday afternoon. With Kurt and Gary also out of school, they joined in the fun. The four of us (Dave, Gary, Kurt, and me) rotated pounding the hungry butts of Ben and Jeremy for the rest of the afternoon. Of course, Ben had a shot at my ass as well as Kurt's before he left.

Jeremy stayed for dinner and the night. But, this time, Dave and I were the bottoms, and Jeremy was up to it. His hard muscles bulged and our butts were hammered delightfully.

Thursday night, we had dinner at Keith and Karl's. Dessert was their tight butts. We dined on them for some time (as they chewed on our butts as well), swapping partners before Dave couldn't hold out any longer and had to mount Keith. The black nurse eagerly rolled on to his shoulders, presenting his hungry butt to Dave. "Karl's been the only one who goes as deeply as you do, Dave. And you go deeper than he does. Pound my ass and don't stop until you cum hard in my hole!"

"What he said!" Karl laughed. "Only do it to ME, Mike!" His hot, round ass beckoned me forward as he got down on all fours. I bagged my dick, plugged in, and rode him hard. He loved every deep thrust I jabbed at him.

By the time the twins got into a 69 with each other, Dave and I were ready to burst. Less than three minutes later, we were shooting our loads into their welcoming holes as they drank each other's creamy dick loads.

"We love fucking with couples the most," Karl sighed as we disconnected. "Both of us get fucked that way while we can suck each other off. Or if we get a couple that's a couple of bottoms, that works well, too. But, you know what bottoms we are, so we seldom go for the bottoms, anyway."

"Well, if they're great ass-eaters," Keith corrected with a grin, "we'll make a very quick exception."

"And you're great ass-eaters as well as hot, little bottoms," Dave smiled, patting both of their round butts.

Before we left, we found out that they were still looking for a house or condo instead of an apartment, but hadn't found what they wanted. With loan interest rates continuing to decline, they thought they could afford another step up and that might get them the house they wanted. We wished them luck, reminding them to call us when they did find a house.

When we got home at nine, there were five phone messages for us. (Was it the full moon?) Ben wanted Jeremy's number and Jeremy wanted Ben's number. "That big 11" dick has me crazy for that kid," laughed Jeremy. Ben's message was just as graphic, only he extolled Jeremy's big muscles and how much he wanted the big man to top him. We laughed when Dave wondered aloud which of the two bottoms would ever fuck the other.

The third call was from Jason at Kroger's inviting us to dinner with his new boyfriend, Randy. We smiled. Just call me Yenta!

Preston Talmadge had called asking if we were still up for company from Salt Lake City as soon as the college term ended next week. I glanced at Dave as the message ended. He nodded enthusiastically.

The last message was from Rick, the airline steward. He would be in town tomorrow and hoped we could connect for dinner and drinks and maybe more. Dave wasn't all that interested. He was too much of a slut for his taste. I reminded him that it takes one to know one. Besides, what harm would there be to go out for dinner and drinks. We could always decline a bedroom invitation, if one were offered. He relented.

Dave called Jeremy and Ben, laughing at each one of them as he teased them about who would be the top. I called Jason and accepted dinner for next Tuesday evening. Preston wasn't in when I returned his call (he was probably limousine driving), so he got a message asking him to call us back. Rick was flying, so he was out, too. I left a message that we were available for dinner tomorrow night and that he should call us back as soon as possible before our calendar filled up.

As we sat down to flip through some TV channels, Rick called. He was in Miami tonight and would be flying up to see us about 4 in the afternoon, if they didn't have any mechanical troubles. But, he'd been on the eastern clock for a couple of weeks, so he would probably be too tired to go out and paint the town. He hoped we didn't mind if our meeting was just dinner. We didn't mind at all. He suggested a restaurant that he'd heard good things about and wanted to try. We were game.

"I wanted to surprise you," he grinned as we walked into the restaurant the next evening. Standing next to him was a handsome man with a touch of gray at the temples. The man's big smile exuded warmth and maturity. His masculinity was obvious. "This is my new (and hopefully permanent) boyfriend, Allen. Allen, these are the hot guys I was telling you about, Mike and Dave." We shook hands all around. Rick did GOOD! Allen was quite a catch. "We work for the same airline," he added smiling.

"Pleased to meet you both," Allen grinned. "Rick's said so much about you. The amazing part is that he's not even slept with you and he talks about you more than his former bedmates," he added laughing. From that comment, we could assume that Allen knew of Rick's "friendly" past (as well as his present, perhaps). Well, they seemed to be happy. "I chased him until he caught me," he added, grinning at his new boyfriend and squeezing his hand.

"I was reluctant to date someone I worked with, but Allen explained to me that we hardly ever flew the same schedules, so we could ignore that little problem," Rick pointed out. "And it's true. I've only been on a couple of his flights in the last year."

"The biggest problem is trying to synchronize our schedules, so we can spend time together. The airline isn't cooperating very well, but that's to be expected. We don't even live in the same city, so I shouldn't be getting too bent out of shape over it!" Allen sighed.

"We'd get farther ahead on getting our schedules in synch if we lived together. But, as long as that exists, the airline puts us on the bottom of the request list, giving preference to those who live together. I suppose that's a good policy, but it makes us crabby!" he laughed.

"And horny!" Allen added, laughing and pecking his new lover on the cheek. Newlyweds are SO disgusting!

Dinner was a delight. Rick and Allen entertained us with some of the craziest stories we'd ever heard about airline passengers and the dumb things they would try to bring with them as carry-on baggage. Would you believe a small dinette table and four chairs brought onboard by five passengers?

I don't recall what the food was. It had to have been good, because the company was terrific. They made their apologies for not taking us back to their hotel, but they needed some time to cement their new relationship with endless sex with only themselves. We understood completely.

Preston had called while we were out, suggesting that we call him tomorrow morning. He was out tonight being a limo driver. He asked us to think about a couple of good hotels that he could pick from for his accommodations while he visited us. He wanted to travel a little as well, so he'd be renting a car while he was here. We quickly decided that there was no chance of him NOT staying with us. Besides, he was a hunky, young man who would have lots of invitations to spend the night (from us as well as our friends). Dave suggested that we could use a few day trips to guide Preston around our area, pointing out some places that wouldn't be in most tour brochures (besides the gym sauna and steam room, you dirty-minded readers!).

When we called Saturday morning, he was eager to visit us (properly protesting weakly that he didn't want to put us to any trouble). We settled on him flying in next Saturday and not going home for another week. "Without appearing to be prying, did you get a good fare? We have a gay friend in town who always pulls out great fares for us," Dave suggested.

"I was going to surf the net to see what I could get on a week's notice," Preston offered. "Let me get on line and do a quick check to see what I can come up with."

"We have a second line, so Mike can call Brad to see what he can do for you while you surf," Dave proposed.

"Okay, but let me call you back," he said. "This may take a while. Besides, it'll give your travel agent friend more time to find something."

I called Brad, but he was out of town. I asked his fill-in what he could do for a Saturday flight from Salt Lake City with a week's stay and flying back probably the following Saturday or Sunday. We had no preferences on airline. He promised to call us back with the next 20 minutes. He called in 15 minutes, saying that the file indicated we were one of Brad's best customers and he'd better treat us right or Brad would kick his ass. We laughed. "Best I can do with only one week notice is on Southwest for $180, but it leaves at 6:35 in the morning, arriving here at 7:45, that's two hours flying time with the time zone change. There are seats on other, later flights, but they are more money. So is Delta. United takes you to Denver or San Francisco first. I don't think you want that."

"You got that right," I agreed. "Can you put a hold on it for a few minutes. I need to check with the guy who'll be flying?" He said he'd put a tentative reservation in that could be cancelled within 24 hours.

Within a minute of when I hung up, the other line rang. Preston found the same with Southwest for $180. He suggested though that we make the reservation so Brad could get the commission. It wouldn't cost Preston more either way. Because he was getting in early Saturday, we decided we'd throw a small party for him that evening. We weren't sure of the mix of men, because we wanted to keep him to ourselves at least a few nights while he was here. We'd discuss that later.

Sunday was a terrific day. The weather cooperated nicely, so Dave, Doug, Donnie, and I prepared a barbeque dinner late in the afternoon, with acres of food and good times. The new baby boy (named after his father, Doug) slept through nearly all of it. All the men held the infant with admonishments from the womenfolk on how to hold a big bruiser like little Dougie. Doug, of course, had to change little Dougie's diaper once, so all of the gay relatives could check out the little nipper's dick (remarking appropriately that he had the big Carey dick). "He'll probably have 11" like his uncles," Donnie smirked. "Well, except for Mike. He's an uncle by marriage." They all thought that was funny. I wasn't as amused as they were. Dave and Donnie would PAY for that later.

Duane called from Sacramento to wish his father a happy Father's Day. The twins were carrying on in the background with rude, bodily noises I'll not repeat. I'd called my dad to wish him a happy Father's Day earlier in the day, before we'd gone to the gym. I got a couple of "Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" from friends of ours who always thought of me as a Daddy. Dave thought it was cute. I wasn't so sure I wanted to be their Daddy, but I'd had worse offers.

After we'd gotten home, Robert and Gary called inviting us to an outdoor barbeque with just the neighborhood fags for Friday night. We accepted. They said that Junior (the 12" Texas trout) would be joining us. Dave and I instantly hit on the notion of introducing Junior to Ben. Now, THERE was a match. Although it seemed a shame to allow that 11" black dick to be unused for butthole practice, Ben would love to take it in the ass nonstop from Junior's monster. But, Junior was an accomplished cocksucker, so it wasn't like Ben wouldn't receive any satisfaction. Before they hung up, we told them of our friend Preston from Salt Lake City who'd be in town next Saturday. We were putting together a party for Saturday night, and would like to invite the three of them. We'd let them know the details later in the week. They accepted.

Monday, we hit the gym early. Trevor told us that Scott Liebundgut was holding court in the sauna. But, the pickings had been slim, so he hadn't gotten much business. He reminded us who he was when we pulled a couple of blank stares. "He's the guy who loves to get fucked, redhead, total bottom pig, slender body, nice looking guy? These descriptors bang any gongs?" We shook our heads to the contrary. "I know I've told you about him. Maybe, you've never seen him."

"I'm sure you've had him," Dave smiled. "SLUT!"

"Of course, I have. He's a hot piece of ass!"

"That's a ringing endorsement if ever I heard one," I agreed laughing.

He hadn't exaggerated one syllable. After our workout (back day), we showered and hit the sauna. The big smile on the redhead's face told us we were expected and hopefully ready to fuck him. "Hi, I'm Scott?" he grinned offering his hand.

"I'm Mike, he's Dave," I said shaking his hand in turn with Dave.

"Yeah, I know. You're the two hottest men at the gym. I sure hope you can scratch a hard-to-reach itch I've had all morning," he added shyly. But, we saw right through that.

"Trevor tells us that it's a deep itch," Dave suggested removing his towel and allowing his black, steel spike to rise and expand.

Scott turned around and bent over, getting on to all fours. "Give it a try," he breathed softly. His round ass was inviting, his puckered butthole dilated slightly. "Bag it and shove it in. I love a hard fuck! Lube and condoms are on the towel behind you."

Dave used his tongue to get Scott started. The redhead's hot hole opened up even more. "It likes me!" Dave laughed.

"I think it'll like that big black snake even more," Scott agreed dreamily. Dave rolled on the condom and shoved deeply. Scott groaned with pleasure and satisfaction. "Fuck, YEAH! Hot fuckin' dick! Damn, you're HUNG! Plow my ass, Man!"

"Nice ass, Scott! REAL nice!" Dave sighed. "Milks me just the way I love it." I moved around in front of Scott, offering him my hard 9" dick. "Yeah, Scott. Eat my boyfriend's big dick. It leaks a lot of really good precum. You'll like it." Dave banged away on our benefactor for several minutes, getting close and backing off many times (thanks to Scott's talented ass milking). Scott's talents as a cocksucker were pretty good, too. I nearly lost my load twice. But, he could read me easily and went to sucking on my nuts or asshole to cool me off (but only slightly, before he went back to sucking up my sweet precum).

Dave was enjoying Scott's ass with moans and thrusts of pleasure. He leaned over and kissed me while grabbing Scott's hips and ramming himself hard into the redhead. "I wanna see if I can take that big thing down my throat, Dave," Scott decided. "Let Mike fuck my ass for a while."

We quickly switched. Scott's ass was more talented than his mouth and that's saying a great deal! He knew how to get you close, but not close enough to climax in his ass. The man was a VERY accomplished bottom. It was no small wonder that Trevor sang his praises so readily. Dave had removed the condom and was slowly feeding Scott his 11" of black dick. I could see Scott swallow several times, struggling to get the thick shaft down his throat. It was more than he could handle. I smiled. Someone else couldn't take that monster orally, too.

Dave leaned over and pulled Scott's butt cheeks farther apart, so I could go deeper. I felt my dick rocket a little farther and Scott tensed. But, it wasn't my dick that had hit a particularly sensitive point in his hungry ass. He was cumming!

He groaned and snorted around Dave's thick dick in his face, as well as milked my dick in sporadic squeezes and bucks. His strokes on my dick were heavenly. If I'd wanted to stop, I could have pulled out. But, with an ass that accommodating, why would I do that!? In less than five seconds, I was spraying the condom and hammering his ass for him. Scott loved it, backing on to me and slurping on Dave's dick as I pounded his butthole.

As usual, it was too much stimulation for me as my climax waned. I pulled out laughing. "Fuck! That tickles," I squealed. Dave was fucking Scott's face hard, but Scott wasn't allowing Dave's entire dick into his face. With one hand, Scott was gripping Dave's mighty phallus and governing the amount of shaft that descended into his throat.

But, it was enough for Dave. With a roar, he climaxed, spraying cum everywhere as he pulled out. "FUCK!" he shouted repeatedly, punctuating each shot of hot sperm soaring over Scott and landing on his ass and back. Scott pushed his ass against my lower abs and tried to grip on to something. I held his hips and humped him with my still half-hard dick jabbing at his nuts.

We finally broke up the fuck festival. I scooped up some of Dave's cum and fed it to Scott. He loved that. "You guys fuck each other, too? Bareback?" We nodded. "Good! Scoop Dave's cum off my back on to his asshole. I wanna eat his cum out of his hot butt." I smiled at Dave. He shrugged and turned around. I loaded a couple of fingers with more of Dave's load from Scott's back and smeared it over Dave's deep ass trench and butthole as directed. "Yeah!" Scott swooned and dove in for the feast.

Watching Dave's cum-laden butt get eaten got my dick hard, again, in record time. "Wanna get fucked again while you eat that hot, black ass?" I offered. Scott groaned an acknowledgement. I found another condom and plugged in. Leaning over Scott's back, I was able to lick at Dave's deep trench while Scott ate his hot pucker. Between us, we were total butt pigs. Dave loved it. As much as I fucked Scott's ass and ate Dave's, I was nowhere near cumming again.

I'd been glancing at the sauna's glass door to be sure we wouldn't be interrupted. And it was well that I had. Coming this way was one of the boring chatterboxes, one of the straight guys. We separated quickly, grabbing towels to hide our hard dicks. He walked in, smiled, and began talking about the Major League Baseball games played on Sunday. We couldn't have cared less if we'd tried. Making our excuses, we ran out of there. Poor Scott was left alone with him. Perhaps, he'd tough it out, hoping the guy would leave and Scott would find more game to bag. But, we weren't going to stick around to find out.

Racing through a shower, we pulled on our clothes and left the gym. On the way home, Dave pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number from a scrap of paper. "Hi, Brent. This is Dave Carey. How ya doin'?" There was a short pause. "Yeah, that's the one. Doin' great, Brent, thanks for askin'." Another pause. "Well, we need a hotshot tax attorney or accountant. I know how good you are and I thought we should see what you could do for us." More dead air. "Sure, this afternoon would be fine. What's a good time for you?" He looked over at me. I shrugged. It made no difference to me when we went to see him. "Yeah, that'd be great. See ya at 3:00 p.m. Give me the address of your office again?" Dave scribbled something down. "Sure, I know where that is. See ya at three." He hit the disconnect button and grinned at me. "I think he's hot for me, but I'll bet he doesn't even know I'm not married to Kay anymore."

"What make you think he's hot for you?" I asked as we swung into the driveway.

"I could hear it in his voice. He always was more than friendly," Dave smiled.

We walked into the house. "Are you sure he isn't hot for our money?"

"He doesn't know how much we're talking about. Besides, he doesn't even know you exist or that I'm a fag," he laughed. "With my new gay eyes, I can clearly recall how he was putting the make on me, and I was clueless."

I nodded warily. He knew this guy, and I didn't. He may be seeing him exactly as he is. But, he may also be filtering the memory through rose-colored, gay glasses. "So, describe him," I insisted. I wanted to know what the competition was like.

"Well, he's not bad looking, but not nearly as handsome as you, Mike. He's kinda short, I'd say 5'6" or so, kinda chunky in a football player kinda way, but he doesn't take care of himself and he's not getting any younger. He wears glasses, darkish hair, and he's too smart for his own good. He doesn't do a very good job of being humble about how brilliant he is. Unfortunately, he's almost always right. And he knows it."

"Lacking in some social skills then?"

"Those tax accountants we talked to have nothing on this guy. It isn't like he's a nerd like they were. He just doesn't know when to stop trying to impress you with how smart he is," Dave sighed.

"He doesn't have to be our best friend, Dave," I smiled. "He only has to keep our tax bite small."

Parking was a bitch. We finally had to park in a lot that charged $3 an hour. But, if this guy is as good as Dave thinks he is, that'll be money well spent. We checked the building directory to be sure we had the right suite number. But, we didn't have to. Brent met us at the elevators. "Great to see ya again, Dave," he smiled offering his hand. "And this must be Mike," he added turning to me and grinning like I was lunch.

I transferred the parking sticker to my other hand and shook his hand and smiled back. "Guilty," I said.

"Let me take care of that," he offered reaching for the parking chit. "Clarence! Take care of this for me, would ya? Thanks, Man," he added handing it to one of the security guards. "You can pick it up when you leave. Clarence is real good at remembering faces."

"Thanks, Brent," Dave began, "but..."

"You're wondering how I know that you're a couple and that you have big bucks that you've invested and need some tax help. Right?" he smiled, steering us to an available elevator. He punched a button that indicated the top floor. We nodded mutely. "I have friends in low places just like you do," he laughed. "Myrna told me a few things, I concluded the rest."

"Just what did she say?" Dave wondered.

"That you and Mike are a couple," he began. "That obviously meant gay, like me. And I know that you know I'm gay, too. She also said that you aren't working anymore, Dave. For that matter, neither of you are. So, that means bucks, very BIG bucks." He smiled triumphantly. "But, I don't know the nature of your money, nor do I need to. Myrna wouldn't breath a word of it, anyway. So," he said as the elevator door opened, "welcome to my office and home." We stepped out to a spacious, comfortably furnished room with a great view of downtown. "My office is over here," he beckoned us to the right, through double, wooden, highly polished doors.

"Nice digs, Brent," Dave said in awe. "You been doin' okay, it seems."

"Doing fine," Brent smiled. "A couple of good clients and several successful lawsuits against the IRS bring home the bacon." He ushered us into a beautifully paneled den/office with rows and rows of law books, and tax code interpretations and case law. I was duly impressed. "Not to get too personal, Dave, but when did you decide to play on my team, instead of the straight one?"

"It's all Mike's fault," he laughed, and launched into a description of how I seduced him with our little bet. He left out few details.

"Clever, Mike! I'd never have thought of that," Brent beamed.

"You got anyone special, Brent?" I asked.

"Nah. I never have the time, and I don't do smoky bars. So, that leaves no time to go husband hunting," he sighed.

"How about the gym?" Dave offered.

"I'm not the gym type," Brent deflected. "Too many pretty bodies for me to go there."

"An old wives tale," I suggested. "There are lots of guys in all kinds of shapes who go to our gym. Besides, it's a fun place to get it on as well."

"You're kiddin', right?"

"Very active sauna and steam room," Dave revealed. "All shapes and sizes getting it on there."

"Yeah?"

"And it doesn't seem to make any difference what time of the day or night, either," I blurted out. "So, you could go after you finish your work day or even before you get started on it."

"Well, I'm certainly not getting any younger and I need to do something before I turn into a bigger blob than I already am," he allowed.

"We have a good friend who can set you up with a good program. He's a trainer there, so I know he can get you a good deal on a membership, short-term or long-term," Dave suggested.

"That's worth looking into," Brent agreed. "But, that's not the reason you're here. What can I do for you and your tax situation? We'll assume that I'm your lawyer and the advice I give you is confidential."

"And your fee for that would be?" I asked.

" $200 an hour and I'm worth every cent of it. I won't charge you based on your portfolio value, but on the value of the service I render," he stated flatly. I looked at Dave and he smiled, then, nodded agreement. We shook hands on the deal. "So, tell me all the gory details about your financial condition. I don't need to know how you got it, other than an assurance that it wasn't through any illegal means." We assured him the money was all legitimately gained. "Okay, show me what you have in your portfolio and I'll tell ya what you need to do to minimize your tax bite."

We pulled out the statements from the bank, showing our net worth and investments. "We also have a home that's not paid for, but a couple of cars that are paid for," Dave added.

"You thinking of doing anything that would be a business, so we can write off some of your expenses?" Brent asked. "You're retired with a lot of time on your hands."

"We're doing a lot of volunteer work right now," Dave offered.

"Okay, that's a start. You can deduct your mileage, but not your time for that. You make any contributions to some favorite charities?"

"Yeah, about $2.5 million between us," Dave smiled.

"Very generous of you both," he smiled admiringly as he scribbled a note. "Anything else?"

"Well, I was thinking of publishing some part of my genealogy database in a book form," I suggested.

"Yeah, that's more like it, lots of latitude there. You can go on trips and write them off as research, including your research assistant, Dave. Plus, there is the cost of your computer, software, maintenance, phone lines (as I assume you correspond with others about your ancestral lines), and other office kinds of expenses that we can write off. These aren't going to be significant compared to your portfolio gains, but it's better than paying Uncle Sugar taxes you don't need to." He paused a few moments to look over our investments. "Nice gain on this index fund, but you didn't keep it for a year, so you'll be paying ordinary tax rates instead of capital gains on it. But, a gain is a gain in this market. Take it and run!"

"That's why I rolled it over into another index. I thought it was going up too fast and would be another dot-com crash soon," I said.

"And from this statement," he said waving the latest bank statement at me, "that was wise. The fund fell off shortly after you dumped it." The bank always tracked your investments for the entire tax year, even if you'd sold them, so you'll know if you made a wise decision or not. Some people didn't want to know that, but I did. "And the new index fund has been doing okay, too. Nice going, Mike!"

"Thanks," I said blushing. "Just got lucky."

"Dave's a little more conservative with his investments," Brent observed. "But, he's doing nicely, although not as well as you are. Good income and appreciation. And lots of tax-exempt bonds. Excellent! Given this market, people are bailing out of stocks and rushing into bonds, so that drives up the prices of bonds. You've got a good, conservative strategy, Dave. However, you've got a quarterly tax bite on the income that some of these bonds generate."

"Well, we need something to live on," Dave protested.

"That you do," Brent agreed. "I'm only suggesting that you might want to be more diversified. You shouldn't have all your portfolio in bonds like you do."

"Mike's our risk-taker. That's close enough for me."

"Okay, just thought I'd mention it." He paused looking over more pages. "I see that both of you are on your bank accounts and investments. That's good. You can split the income generated and reduce your total taxes that way. But, do you have wills?"

We looked at each other. We hadn't even thought of wills. "Well, no. We probably should though, shouldn't we?" I smiled weakly.

"Definitely in your case!" Brent insisted. "You have a lot of assets. And unless you plan on your families getting ALL of it, you'd better have wills to cut that off. I'm not suggesting that you cut your families out," he backpedaled as he saw us scowl. "But, if you don't do something, your families get it all and your partner gets NOTHING, because family comes first under the intestate laws."

"Okay, what should we do?" Dave asked. I nodded. I didn't want Dave to have nothing if a bus ran over my ass.

"There are some easy forms to fill out, including medical power of attorney. The thing you need to think about is where do you want all your assets (including your special items like porno tapes and your genealogy database) to go if BOTH of you croak at the same time," he pointed out indelicately. "Accidents do happen. You could both buy the farm at the same time, especially if you're together all the time like you two are."

"Can we get back to you on that?" Dave asked. I nodded. I hadn't thought that far ahead, either.

"Sure. I'll draw up the rest of the papers and have them ready for the next time you come in. In the meanwhile, think about it and give me a call when have some answers. I'll look over your portfolio and let you know if I think you're heading for some big tax consequences," Brent nodded thoughtfully. "And I'll tell you what the damage is for the quarter ending this month for your short-term capital gains, Mike, and for your non-tax-exempt bond income, Dave. Either of you planning on additional changes to our portfolio before July 1?" We shook our heads to the negative. "Okay, then. I'll see you in, uh, two week?" he said checking his electronic calendar. "That'll be July 2nd. Three o'clock okay with you?"

As far I knew, that was fine. Dave agreed. "You want a check now to get us started, Brent?"

"Nah, I'll give you a big, fat bill when you come see me next. The first consultation is always on the house, anyway," he grinned. For good tax advice, I know he'll be worth it, I thought. This kind of money (and the tax consequences of it) is way out of my league. Besides, I hadn't bothered to keep up with the tax code changes. And with the big changes to the tax code enacted this year by Congress, I was hopelessly out of date.

We collected the validated parking tab from the security guard and left the building. "This is probably gonna be the best money we ever spent," Dave said on the way home. "He's very good."

"You don't have to convince me, Dave. I know I couldn't do it, and he's surely better than those drones we interviewed earlier," I agreed.

Tuesday, we had dinner with Jason and Randy. They were very entertaining with stories of their awkward introduction at Kroger's with both of them stammering around the point that they had the hots for each other and wanted to do something about it. Randy had gone directly from our house to the store. He'd wandered around the wine section until Jason was alone and he could talk privately with him. But, they kept getting interrupted. Jason knew something was up, but wasn't sure what it was. He'd still pegged Randy as hopelessly straight. He hadn't known about the recent divorce.

After several failed, interrupted attempts at broaching the question, Randy blurted it out. "Wanna go out with me sometime? I've always thought you were a great guy." So lame!

Jason stared at him, stunned. What could he possibly mean by that? He's a married man, he'd thought. "Uh, what'd ya mean? Go out? Uh, Randy, I'm gay. You're married."

"Was, Jason," Randy smiled. "I'm gay, too." Again, Jason was stunned. He didn't know what to think or say. "So, you available or are you seeing someone else now?"

Jason couldn't believe what he was hearing. "This is all going too fast. Let's go back to the beginning. You're fucking gay and you wanna go out with me? Why?"

"I just told ya, Jason," Randy grinned. "I think you're hot! And I'd like to know you better, if you aren't already taken."

"Uh, no. Not taken at all. Uh, damn! Really?" Randy nodded his head. "I thought you were one of those straight guys who'd never figure it out and I'd be lusting after you the rest of my life. Fuck, YEAH! I'll go out with ya. How about my place for dinner, first? I'm sure I can find something to eat there. I'm off at six," he added checking his watch. "Another 20 minutes."

"What can I bring?"

"Nothing, my treat," Jason smiled. They never did have dinner. The moment they got to Jason's apartment, they'd ripped off each other's clothes and fucked and sucked the rest of the night. Both called in sick the next day as they'd had no sleep and fucked and sucked most of that day as well. Dave and I smiled. We knew the way pent up feelings suddenly flooded out when you finally got the man you wanted.

Wednesday was another beautiful day. We spent time in the yard, mowing, raking, weeding, and chatting about our future together and those of our friends who were just getting started. Kurt and Gene as well as Donnie and Trevor came up. We wondered if there was a future for Jason and Randy, too. But, they certainly had maturity in their corner. They weren't a couple of love-struck teenagers. More like a couple of thirty- something's hopelessly in love and lust with each other.

Trevor had the day off, so we worked out at a leisurely pace. Wednesday being "shoulders" day, we hit them hard before finishing up with aerobics. Dave's aerobics class was still going, so I waved at him and hit the showers. While in there, I saw a hot- looking black guy undressing. He was probably 5'8" tall, weighed about 170, broad chest with granite pecs that were so square they looked artificial. And that butt! Lord have MERCY! What a butt! High, tight, and so round! I was drooling as he came into the showers. I checked out his dick and he checked out mine. I'd sprung up to half hard and his big nuts held aloft a nice fat dick that wasn't very long. But, it did have a big head on it.

I cut the shower, grabbed my towel and glanced into his shower stall. He looked up and smiled, checking out my dick again. This was promising. I walked over to the sauna and looked inside. It was empty. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at him as he leaned out of the shower, watching me.

I sat in the middle of the upper tier, so he couldn't sit too far away from me, if he decided to join me. I heard the shower turn off and saw him grab a towel, heading this way. The door creaked open. He looked in and smiled, then, climbed up to sit beside me. My towel fell away for him to glance at the merchandise (which was now almost hard). He looked over, then, down. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stroke his dick casually a couple of times. I went to full hard. Looking down at my pulsating hard-on, he tugged on his dick again. I looked directly at it, licking my lips. It was very fat, nearly as fat as Dave's 7" thickness. The big head was even bigger. I glanced up to his face. He was staring at my dick, then, looked up into my eyes. "Nice dick, Man!" he said quietly.

"You got a nice fat one yourself," I complimented him. "And a truly remarkable, awesome ass!" I added with a leer.

"You think so?"

"Oh, yeah! Fuckin' gorgeous!"

"Really? I always thought it was too round, stuck out too far," he grinned.

"No! Trust me! That's one great ass you got there, perfect for eating and fucking," I assured him.

"You wanna eat my ass?"

"In a New York minute!"

"Okay," he shrugged. "I still think it's too big."

I moved down one level. He stood and straddled my legs, bending at the waist, shoving his hard, round bubble butt into my face as he leaned over. He rested his hands on his knees to brace himself. My hands went to his butt, feeling the smooth, hard, roundness of his ass globes. "Awesome," I whispered again. I pulled his butt cheeks apart and speared his tight butthole.

"Yeah, Man! Eat that sweet hole. Eat it GOOD!" My tongue darted around his tight pucker, squirming against the hot hole, begging for entry. He relaxed and pulled his ass cheeks farther apart. My tongue slurped and licked around his butthole, eating up the hot funky taste like I was starving. "Damn! You GOOD for a white boy! How'd you learn how to eat man pussy so good?" But, before I pulled out to answer, he said, "Shit, someone's comin'!" He instantly spun around and sat on the upper level, pulling a towel across his fat dick. I tossed my towel across my lap and wiped my face off. It was shiny from the spit I'd been trying to force up the guy's hole.

Dave walked in. He looked at me and I smiled knowingly. He nodded and sat next to the guy that I'd just been rimming. He pulled his towel from around his waist and piled it up next to him. His monster dick stretched out and throbbed. The guy couldn't miss it. And he didn't. His towel moved, too, revealing his still thick dick. "Nice," Dave said, and reached over and squeezed it with one of his big hands.

"This is my boyfriend, Dave," I said nodding to the big guy that was working on my new friend's fat dick. "That's where I learned how to eat butt so well."

"You taught him well, Man! He good!"

"He fucks even better," Dave assured him.

"That's where I hoped he was goin' after he ate my bootie so good," he smiled. He glanced back at Dave's now 11" monster. "SHEEIT! BIG fuckin' dick, Man!"

"I like it," I grinned.

"No fuckin' way that goin' up my bootie, Man. NO fuckin' way!" he stammered.

"How about mine?" I offered waving my still hard 9" at him.

"You eat my butt again and you get it fo' sho'!" He assumed the same position as before with my tongue trying to gain entry. "You sho' eat butt good!" he complimented me, again. Dave's big hands wandered over the guy's butt as I licked at the tight hole.

"Awesome ass, Man!" Dave whispered. "I'd love to fuck it after Mike's done with it. I promise not to go deep."

"No fuckin' WAY, Man!" he protested, again. "Too fuckin' thick AND long! I'll blow ya, but I'm not takin' that monster up my shitter! Your boyfriend's the limit of what I can take."

"The voice of experience speaks," I grinned pulling away from the incredibly round, tasty butt I'd been working on. "Hand me a condom, Dave. I wanna fuck this hot, round, bubble butt, while you get a blowjob." The guy moved so he could suck Dave's 11" monster and take it up the ass from me. I rolled on the condom, applied some lube and pressed hard against his pucker. It was tight, but I finally got inside. "Yeah, HOT ass, Man! Awesome bootie! Tight and hungry!" I felt his ass muscles start milking my shaft and fat dickhead.

"He's a good cocksucker, too," Dave noted as nearly all of his obsidian fuck stick slipped down the guy's throat. I noted with satisfaction that he couldn't go as deeply on Dave's horn as I could. Practice does make perfect!

Deeply seated, my pubes ground into his tender butthole. "Yeah, MAN! FUCK the shit outta me!" the hot, black man with the bubble butt begged. "Work those nips like DAT!" he begged. I knew Dave had to be pulling on the guy's nipples hard, because both of my hands were on the guy's ass trying to get him to open up more for me. He went back to sucking Dave's dick deeply into his mouth. I could hear the slurping sounds almost as clearly as my own butt-fucking noises of his tight hole massaging my pistoning butt stretcher.

In a few moments, I could hear Dave breathing raggedly. "He's cumming down your throat, Man," I breathed into the bubble-butted man's ear, "You're gonna get so drowned by his big load." He backed off, no longer allowing Dave to go down his throat. He wanted to taste and swallow Dave's ball honey the old-fashioned way. He wasn't disappointed. Dave moaned and jerked, and "bubble butt" swallowed, indicating that Dave was living up to his reputation as a big-load deliverer. He swallowed again as Dave drove his dick hard into the guy's face. But, the guy had a hand on Dave's dick, stroking the hot load out, and preventing Dave from going deeper. Dave moaned louder as each wave and jet of cum sprayed into the cocksucker.

I'd not been resting on my laurels during Dave's climax. I was humping hard and deeply into the guy. His ass was milking me and I was fucking as hard and fast as I could. I was well past the point of no return and was going for maximum pleasure. The milking machine beneath me knew what he was doing. The bubble butt ate my fat, thrusting dick like it was candy for a child.

"Ah, SHIT! CUMMING!" I croaked out as my climax hit me hard. He'd backed on to me, disconnecting from Dave and standing on his knees. I grabbed at his erect nipples and twisted as my dick jammed hard up his bubble butt. If my dick hadn't been so long, I'd have popped out of his bubble butt for sure. That bubble ass was AWESOME! I thrust harder and harder into him. His butt muscles contracted rhythmically around my dick shaft. He was cumming, too, but it wouldn't have made any difference to me. I was sowing my seeds and couldn't be turned. Dave leaned in and drank thirstily from the fat spigot that "bubble butt" was shooting from.

But, like us, too much stimulation on his dick after he's shot off was too much. He laughed pulling back from Dave, but impaling himself on my dick even deeper. "FUCK! My dick's too sensitive," he laughed. "But, you can stay in my ass as long as you want, White Boy. Yeah, keep fuckin' that bootie, Boy!"

However, his attention to my shrinking dick with his milking ass channel was too much for me, too. I had to pull out. "Geez, that tickles!" I protested exiting with a plop. I peeled off the condom. "You want this?" I asked dangling the spent, sperm-filled condom in front of his face.

He grabbed at it, upended it, and drank greedily. "Nothing better in this here world than hot cum," he smiled. We agreed heartily.

A visit from Salt Lake City, a barbeque, a party, more tax talk, and a few surprises coming up. Comments to gymhunk@msn.com