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BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 65--The Houseguest
We showered and ate a late breakfast with Preston. I'd expected Kurt and Gene to join us (as they knew that Preston was arriving early this morning), but we hadn't seen them, yet. The sunroom was warming up, so we retreated to the breakfast nook and read the newspaper, sharing sections as each of us finished one. When that was accomplished and the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, Preston asked about the guest list.
"I'm wondering who might be available and who won't," he clarified. "Not that I think you guys aren't WAY hot," he hastily amended.
Dave smiled as his deft recovery. "Mostly couples, but they nearly all fuck around. Most, if not all of those, come as a set. You get one, you get both. However, there are several hunky, single men coming who'll keep your 'dance card' full. And because you've demonstrated your 'versatility,' you'll find that most of the single ones are preferentially bottoms, but not exclusively."
"You'd probably do better with couples if you're looking to get fucked to death, though," I laughed. He smiled at my directness. We all knew what he liked best.
"Give me some ideas, then," he pressed.
"Well, there're the twins..." I began.
"OH! TELL me MORE!"
"Ah, a fantasy, I'll bet!" Dave chortled.
"Caught me," Preston smiled as though he'd been espied with his hand in the cookie jar. "I've always wondered what it would be like. I've done brothers before, but never twins. Tell me about them!" he cried hungrily.
"Well," Dave grinned, "Keith and Karl are medical professionals. They've been lovers since they were in their teens. They're 40-ish, both have 10" cocks, they have swimmer's builds, hot, round butts that love to be fucked, and are expert butt munchers."
"YES!" Preston gestured with his fist pumping up and down.
"And they're black, too," I added.
"Even BETTER!" Preston laughed. "You know how white Salt Lake City is, Mike. I was hoping you'd have some black friends I could fuck with while I'm here. Besides, you, of course," he added quickly, again.
"We have a lot of black and white couple friends," Dave revealed. "One of the guys is a porno star."
"You gotta be shittin' me! Which one?" Preston greedily begged.
"Brad Hydewood," Dave said matter-of-factly.
"No SHIT!?"
"Yeah, he's lovers with a totally hot daddy who has two gay sons who'll be here, too," I butted in. "Both of them are HOT, young guys who love to bottom. They'll love you. Jim's a big, furry blonde like you, but a little taller and very much into bodybuilding. His brother, Jeff, is darker, has a slimmer build, smooth chest and ass, AND has a big dick about the size of mine."
"Nice!" Preston smiled. "How old are they?"
"Jim's gotta be 20 now and Jeff's a year younger. That'll make them college age. You have fantasies about some of your students that you'd like to fuck around with?" Dave asked.
"All the time. But, I don't go there. VERY bad for my academic career," Preston allowed. "But, I've been tempted more than once, especially, when some stud comes on to me, nearly shoving his hard ass into my crotch or showing me how big his dick gets. I used to get it on at the University gym in the showers after a workout, but there were too many of my students working out there, too. It's bad enough at the health club I go to. There are students there as well."
"You wanna hit our gym while you're here?" I asked.
"Sure. Just because I'm on vacation doesn't mean I can slough off," he agreed.
"You wanna know about more of our guests for your party?" Dave wondered. "Or are you drooling for the ones we've already mentioned?"
"The first ones you mentioned have me wondering if I'll be able to do the entire guest list. Every one of them is right up my alley," Preston grinned.
He earnestly listened as we recalled whom we'd invited (including something special about each one). Preston was appropriately terrified at our run-in on the street with the street thugs that Tony Blodgett had easily dispatched, and how that had introduced us to Robocop. The coaches came in for some salacious details that Preston wanted to hear all about, skipping NO details. We, of course, added the "special" team meetings we'd attended and how Robocop had crashed one of them. We told him that Junior and Ben were off-limits as we were trying to see what we could do about setting them up for the evening. But, if he were REAL good, we'd introduce him to the Mountain of Muscles, Jeremy. Poor Preston was flushed and drooling after we'd described our first encounter with the car-salesman/stripper.
"The boys from the neighborhood will be here for sure," I finally suggested. "The ones living behind us are BIG guys with monster dicks. One's a strength coach for the professional football team, so you know he's gotta body that's awesome. And Kurt is so yummy, I don't know that I can describe him adequately."
"Let's try with 6'8", 250 pounds of muscle, 12" dick, going into his sophomore year in college this Fall," Dave recited, rattling off Kurt's attributes. "Oh, did I mention? He's a VERY hot bottom as well as an incredible top with that monster dick of his."
"Roll me over and fuck me dead! Where'd you find that one?" Preston eagerly asked.
"Mike needs to tell you that story," Dave smiled innocently.
So, I did. Preston went through the range of reactions that all the gay men have when I describe Kurt at 13 and his physical characteristics. He could see himself making the same error I had. Dave added how Kurt and Gene had met and bought the house behind us. Their remodel was just about finished, so he'd have to go over to see it sometime during the week.
As if on cue, Kurt and Gene rapped on the backdoor and let themselves in. We met them in the kitchen and introduced Preston. He was very impressed with the muscle studs. His ardor for them as potential bedmates was obvious. We suggested that they give him the nickel tour of their remodel while we attended to some last minute details for the party tonight. It was a pretty transparent attempt to gracefully allow him to get into their pants without us hanging about, getting in the way. Of course, they collectively pounced on it.
We'd not had a chance to tell him of the other invitees, but he already had enough of a list to work from. He'd meet the rest of the guests when they arrived.
An hour later, he returned, a dreamy smile (that couldn't be rubbed off) graced his handsome face. "Fucked to death, huh?" Dave smiled.
"Yeah, them AND me!" Preston sighed. "Biggest fuckin' cock I've ever had. It was nearly too big. But, I managed!"
"And they got a taste of your dick, too?" Dave probed.
"For sure!" he laughed. "I couldn't decide which ass I liked best, so I fucked both of them. Kurt made me pull out and spray all over his back. Then, Gene swooped in and started licking it off. I thought those guys were gonna never stop moaning. Gene got so into it, that he plugged into Kurt's ass and fucked him hard while he ate my spooge off Kurt's back. I rode on Kurt's broad shoulders while Gene ate my ass, then he came hard up his boyfriend's butt. What a HOT combo they are!"
"Sounds like a terrible time," I deadpanned. "I'll strike them from your list."
"Don't you DARE!" Preston insisted. "I'll be needing them again a few more times this week, if not again tonight."
"But, what about the twins, and Steve's sons?" I smiled savagely.
"Or the Mountain of Muscles, Jeremy?" Dave added.
"I'm here for a week!" Preston protested. "I'm sure I'll have time for all of them."
"We'll see," Dave grinned. "Do you know if Jeremy is stripping at the club tonight after the party?" he asked turning to me. I shrugged. "Well, we could go down there after the party to watch. That assumes that Preston doesn't already have his ankles in the air for some other stud by then."
"Or won't have already been fucked to death by Jeremy in the guest bedroom or bathroom upstairs. You know how that place gets used when we have parties," I sighed heavily for Preston's benefit.
"Oh, SUCH a good idea! Can I take on a couple of them during the party?" he laughed.
"If these guys are as crazy for sex as they usually are, you'll have to beat them away with a stick," Dave smirked. "Assuming, of course, you could even get near the bathrooms with all the action that'll probably be going on."
"Yeah, pretty sad state of affairs. These guys just come over here to meet other guys and fuck with them," I smiled, unable to contain myself any more.
"You're shittin' me now," Preston laughed. "I know when I'm being jerked around."
"Well, they do have a penchant for disappearing for a few minutes with a partner in tow. That's what happened at the last party. I don't see this one being any different," Dave allowed. "And you're definitely their type, so you'll have plenty of offers."
"Do we have enough champagne for all these guys?" I wondered. "There are some beer drinkers in the bunch as well as those who abstain. Do we have enough of everything?"
"We were so caught up in the barbeque last night that we forgot to get anything for tonight," Dave replied. "We're getting far too ditzy, Mike. We should have made the purchase last night for today, too."
"I hope Jason is still there," I said over my shoulder as I grabbed for the phone. I knew the wine steward's business number by heart. "I'm not very good at making these kinds of selections without his expert help."
"What a about the stuff we got last night?" Dave put in. "We could get more of that."
"Jason said he'd have to order more," I corrected him, dialing the number. "And they won't have it in already. I think he said that they deliver on Tuesdays and Fridays, only." Jason picked up the phone at the store. "Thank GAWD! We're having another party tonight and we need your help in making the wine and champagne selections, again." I paused. "Yes, of course, you and Randy are invited. How could you think otherwise? The guest of honor will be coming with us to make the selections. You gonna be there for a while?" Again, I listened. "Yes, we can be there in ten minutes. Thanks for waiting for us!" I hung up and grabbed the two studs in the kitchen. "Come on! He's about ready to head for home, and now that he has a reason to go home, he's very punctual at getting away on time." I glanced at the clock. It was nearly noon already.
"I don't ordinarily work on Saturday, but I had to come in today to help them take inventory and clear up some paperwork," Jason said as we rushed up to his wine steward's desk. "But, for my best customer, I'll put in some extra time, anytime. And this must be the guest of honor?" he smiled indicating Preston.
We nodded and Preston smiled at the hot daddy before us. "I'm not sure there's much honor in this guest," Preston allowed, "But, if you'll be there, I'm sure it'll be a great party." What a charmer!
"Down, Boy!" Dave laughed. "He has a boyfriend! Besides, you have enough men lined up to work you over for the rest of the week."
"Staying a week?" Jason asked.
"Yeah, not going back until next weekend."
"I'm sure you'll have a good time. Mike and Dave are great guys. You have some idea of the sights you wanna see while you're here?" Jason pressed.
"Nothing yet," Preston responded. "Just taking it slowly. I only got in this morning."
"Oh, in that case, you have lot of time."
"Can we get to the wine and champagne buying before Randy starts wondering what happened to you?" I blurted out.
"He is a worrier. That's for sure," Jason laughed. "So, whatcha have in mind? What's on the menu?"
"I have no idea," Dave sighed. I nodded my head in agreement. "This is sorta potluck. They're supposed to bring their favorite finger food and we're supplying the drinks."
"Well, let's assume it'll be a lot of light stuff, summer fruits and veggies. Probably some kinda sweets will be there as well, so I think we need to stay toward the sweeter end of the spectrum. I'd suggest the same champagne you bought last night, but you bought all of it, except for one bottle which I took home to Randy."
"So, where does that leave us?" Dave asked cautiously.
"Never fear," Jason laughed. "I have lots of champagnes for you still. But, because we're not totally sure about the Bill o' Fare, I'm going to suggest three or four different ones. How many guests?"
We glanced at each other. I hadn't thought that far ahead. From the look on Dave's face, he hadn't either. "I haven't counted," I whispered guiltily.
"Give me a ballpark, then?"
"Uh, well, how about 40?" Dave tried.
"Damn!" Jason and Preston said together. "That's quite a list of hot men for me to get through," Preston laughed. "Have you met the neighbors behind them, yet, Jason?"
"Oh, Lord, Yes! But, not in the sense I'd want to."
"Better than you can imagine!" Preston revealed triumphantly.
"You've already fucked with them and you've only been here a few hours?" Jason whispered incredulously. Preston blushed. "Well, busy, aren't we!"
"I couldn't be an ungracious guest and not survey their new remodel, now, could I?" Preston impishly grinned.
"I suppose not. But, I'm pea green with envy," Jason laughed.
"Uh, the wines?" Dave prompted.
"Oh, cool your jets, Dave," Jason smiled. "We're sharing gossip. I'm not going anywhere until you get the wines you need. NO need to worry so." He rolled his eyes at Preston. "I'll get no relief until I fill their order. We'll talk more tonight at the party, Preston. I understand those two guys have MUCH to recommend themselves."
"Oh, yes, VERY much!" Preston agreed.
Turning to us, Jason said, "Let's get to it, then. If you're talking about 40, thirsty men, we're going to need a lot of champagne."
"Well, some of them are non-drinkers and others are just beer drinkers. So, I'd guess we're looking more likely at 25 champagne guzzlers," Dave suggested.
"But, it's summer, so they'll be putting away more than they would during the winter," Jason defended. "I think you're looking at two cases of champagne and wine, a case of beer, and a like amount of sodas." We nodded, not sure that we had a better idea. "Remember, you had the Salmanazar for your earlier celebration, plus a case of other champagnes. You went through most of that, didn't you?" We nodded again. Maybe, it wouldn't be enough.
"Salmanazar?" Preston asked.
"Yeah, big ass bottle of champagne," I giggled.
"Holds the equivalent of 12 bottles of bubbly," Jason instructed. "It's a big brute! The one they emptied is right over here." Jason pointed to a large bottle standing on a pedestal. A cork and foil covering had been reattached to the opening to make it look new.
"DAMN! That's some bottle!" Preston gushed. "That had to be expensive as hell. Was it a VERY special event?"
"Very special," Dave assured him without revealing anything. "One of the reasons we were in Salt Lake City when we met you." Preston looked a little perplexed, but didn't pursue it.
"Do you want to stay with domestics or a mix of champagnes?" Jason asked getting us back to the task at hand.
"Let's see what you have and recommend. But, let's start with the domestics," I offered.
"Okay, let me check the computer. I have a couple of champagnes in mind that should be just right, but I'm not sure how much of it I have," Jason mumbled tapping at keys. "For a couple of cases, I have enough of both, it seems. And the price is right, too," he grinned. "I'm going to suggest a couple of Korbel champagnes and two other California, a Chandon and a Piper Sonoma. The Chandon Blanc de Noirs goes well with desserts at $11.99, the Piper Sonoma Brut has a taste of ripe apples and is so yummy, also at $11.99. The Korbels will be the Sec (which has a nicely sweet finish to go with fruit and other finger food) for $9.99 and the Natural (which has the refreshing essence of grapefruit, lemon, and pears with a great finish), also at $9.99. All of them are on sale today. So, if you got six of each that would give you a good balance between sorta sweet and sorta standard champagnes. I'll put all the sweeter ones in the same case."
We nodded our agreement. Jason went to the back of the store to pull the bottles from chilled storage. We promised to come back in a few minutes after we shopped for the beer, sodas, and ice. As he hadn't returned after we'd picked up the other beverages, we shopped through the fresh produce, picking up fresh strawberries as well as some dipping sauces (like chocolate and caramel). By then, Jason had our order in two boxes with the sales order attached to one of them. The total was $237.38.
We paid for our purchases and stowed them in the trunk for the ride home.
"You got away cheaply today, guys," Jason smiled as he turned to go to his own car. "I'll hit you up for some really expensive ones another time. You've spent more on one bottle than you did today for everything."
When we arrived at the house, Preston said, "That's a lot of money just for a party for ME!"
"We're just looking for a reason to suck up some champagne with our friends. You're a very convenient excuse," Dave smiled and patted Preston on his round, hard ass. "Besides, you're worth it. I'm sure we'll get our money's worth," he winked.
"You know you can have a piece of this any time you want it," Preston smiled wiggling his butt in Dave's big hand. "The deeper, the better!"
"After the pounding you've already taken today, I can't believe you mean it," I laughed.
"Try me!" Preston challenged. "You guys, plus Gene and Kurt, got my motor running and I need more!" And, indeed, he did. He was the meat in a fuck sandwich with me atop him and his fat 8" deep in Dave's hungry butt. Of course, Dave finished him off (after I'd cum up Preston's ass and he'd shot off up Dave's) with his own big, 11" dick. I sat on our guest's face and sucked the last drops of cream from his dick as Dave squirted his creamy load into the protective condom.
"You guys still fuck bareback with each other?" Preston asked as we shared another shower. We nodded. "I wanna feel your hot cum jet into me bareback. If you're unsafe with each other, there's no danger to me getting fucked the same way with you deep in my butthole." Either he'd been talking to Kurt or he independently came to the same conclusion.
"That's putting a lot of risk into your ass, hoping that we're clean," Dave warned him.
"I know that neither of you would ever do anything to risk the life of the other. So, I feel very comfortable with that. I've never done bareback before and I wanna do it with a couple of studs like you," he concluded.
We looked at each other. Preston could see we were weakening. "Well," I hesitated.
"We've done it before," Dave sighed. "But, we can't be making a habit of this."
"Please? For me?" Preston begged.
"We'll think about it," Dave smiled. "But, not right now. We're fucked out."
Preston laughed. "Thanks, guys. You won't regret this. I'll bet those big headed dicks will feel SO good up my ass that I'll want it from you ALL the time!"
"We haven't agreed, yet," I warned, again.
"You can't tell me you don't wanna fuck and cream this hot ass, do you?" the big blonde responded wiggly his round, hard ass at us.
"We can do that with condoms, Preston," Dave reminded him.
"But, it doesn't feel the same as fucking without a condom, does it!"
"Well, no."
"I want you to think about his seriously, Preston," I smiled indulgently. "You're taking a big risk, even though we're clean, you don't know it for sure. And neither do we for that matter. With all the cum we've been drinking, we could have caught something through an injury to our mouths. That injury could be as simple as brushing our teeth or flossing too hard."
He had to think on that one. And so did Dave. Perhaps, it was time to take another HIV screening test.
The party was a great success. We didn't run out of champagne, but we came close. A couple of guys brought two more six packs of beer (which was a good thing as we ran out). The food was brought in overwhelming quantities. There was no way we could keep any of it without it spoiling, so we sent it home with whomever brought it.
Junior and Ben hooked up early in the evening (fucking several times in the one of the upstairs bathrooms before heading back early to Robert and Gary's for more privacy). Preston was everyone's friend and nearly everyone's sex partner before the party ended. He fucked both of Steve's sons and got his ass pounded by the coaches, the twins, and Jeremy. After every fuck, Will and Taylor ate his ass, and they weren't very quiet about it. Trevor and Donnie took him home and screwed him senseless.
Robocop and Bob Francis got a rain check for later in the week, as did Steve and Brad. I know Preston was looking forward to trying to take Brad's legendary dick up his hungry, eager ass. Robocop and Bob were consoled in their immediate loss (not getting Preston into bed that evening). They went home with Kurt and Gene. Oh, how I'd loved to be a mouse in the corner of their bedroom that night. Those four, big men would have been incredible to watch mating.
Trevor and Donnie called late the next morning to suggest that they'd take Preston over to the gym for a workout with us, if we'd bring Preston's workout bag with us. The timing was right, so we agreed. This was Preston's chest day, too, so he worked into our routine nicely. His big, blonde visage raised a number of appreciative eyebrows and several introductions. When we finished, the sauna and steam room were full of stiff dicks and hard bodies. All were waiting for Preston. As much as Donnie and Trevor had worked him over the night before, he was more than eager to make every man there squirt a load. He fucked better than half of them, going through our entire supply of condoms. The rest shot off their loads on the guy's back that he was fucking or down the fuckee's throat.
The steam room emptied, except for the three of us. "I've been saving this for you," he grinned, bending over and showing us his winking pucker. "The timing couldn't be better. You're out of condoms and my ass needs a couple of big loads delivered deeply, bareback." We smiled at him. He knew we were going to bang his ass bareback, eventually. Sooner is always better than later. And he might get several more chances later in the week, too.
Dave shrugged in resignation. "Who ya want first?"
"I want your big, black dick in my ass first, Dave. Then, I wanna feel Mike's fat dick fucking me in your cum," he grinned. This was clearly planned before hand.
"Get my dick wet, then," Dave instructed.
"I'll get your butthole ready," I volunteered. Preston quickly assumed a doggie style position. I leaned in and licked at his sweaty ass trench and tight pucker. He moaned with pleasure, drowned out by Dave's thick 11" monster sliding down his throat. After another minute, Preston was ready and so was Dave.
"This'll be a short ride, Pres," he warned. "We haven't fucked since we nailed your ass yesterday afternoon, so you know we've both got big loads for you." He pressed his fat dickhead hard against Preston's butthole. I pulled the big blonde's ass cheeks farther apart. Dave pressed harder and popped inside. Preston moaned, and gulped down my dripping dick.
Dave's monster finally hit bottom. "Fuck! That feels so good," Preston groaned. "Takin' a big dick without a condom is so different. With a condom, it feels like a blunt instrument's fucking you. Without a condom, you can feel how big the head is and you can feel it pulsating in your ass. Can you feel the cum shooting into you?"
"Sometimes," I grinned, looking at Dave. "It depends on the shooter and how hard he climaxes." I remembered well how many times I could feel Dave's big loads jet into my ass. Bareback is sure a lot of fun, but so damned dangerous to your life when you're not with a monogamous partner!
"You're milking me again, Pres. Without a condom, my dick is getting the full treatment from your milking ass chute," Dave whispered tightly.
"Yeah, Man! Cum in my ASS!" Preston growled bucking back hard onto Dave's monster prong. "I wanna feel every squirt!"
Dave stiffened, concentrated, trying to hold back his imminent climax. "Ah, SHIT!" he roared. His hips rammed forward, deeply impaling Preston on his shooting phallus. "FUCK!" he bellowed with each climax wave.
"OH, YEAH! Fuckin' CUM in my HOLE!" Preston urged. "Feels so great! Cum harder. Wanna feel it flooding my asshole!" Dave muttered unintelligible monosyllables as his hips thrust harder and faster into Preston. I twisted Dave's erect nipples to give him maximum pleasure. "Yeah, Man! Hammer that ass!" Preston begged.
Dave's control had deserted him. He flopped on Preston's strong back, continuing to screw the big blonde stud. His hard, round ass flexing with each shot of creamy man juice he was squirting into Preston's unprotected ass chute.
"Fuckin' awesome!" Preston exulted when Dave finally withdrew. "No small wonder that Mike's a happy man. What a hot fuck! And I felt several of the first big shots of cum rocket into my butthole. That was incredible! It's your turn, Mike. Fuck my ass with that special lube inside."
My dick was so hard from watching and hearing the two stud's couple that I knew this ride would be a very short one. I warned Preston this would be an even shorter ride than Dave's was. He assured me that he was looking for cum, not a long ride. He'd gotten a lot of those long rides from the twins and others in the last 24 hours already. Cum was dripping down his leg from when Dave had pulled out. I licked it up and plugged in. Having Dave's monster meat blaze the trail made my entry slippery and simple. His butt channel clamped down on my surging cock. I could feel Dave's slippery cum lubing my throbbing dick. I'd have to remember this in the future. Dave's cum was a great lube!
But, right now was not a good time to be contemplating a future fuck with my lover. I was precipitously close to blasting my spunk up Preston's milking butt channel. "Hold on, Preston. I'm gonna cum too soon if you keep that up," I cautioned. He smiled and slowed his frantic massaging of my dick.
"Come around here, Dave, and let me suck those last drops of cum from your dick," Preston offered. Dave complied with the big, blonde stud's wishes. And Dave was oozing more cum. He pressed the fat dickhead against Preston's lips and stroked his black dick, producing several drops of drooling dick gravy. Preston lapped it up, sucking the entire head into his mouth, not seeming to care that Dave's big dick had just cum up his hungry butthole. Although Dave flinched at the initial contact, he didn't mind the careful sucking and urethra stripping that Preston continued.
Dave leaned over Preston's back, pulling his tight, lightly-dusted-with-blonde- hair ass cheeks apart. I kissed Dave's full lips, probing his mouth with my tongue, sharing the cum that had spilled down Preston's leg earlier. Dave pushed his dick deeper into Preston's face getting as much stimulation as he could bear. Preston pulled on Dave's nuts and fingered his tight, black pucker. His butthole caressed my fat dick harder and more urgently. By the way he was bucking on to my dick, I knew there was no stopping my impending climax.
As soon as I'd thought it, it happened. "Ah, AH, FUCK!" I bellowed, pounding his ass and releasing a deluge of man cream deeply into his hot ass, mixing with Dave's dick gravy. His slippery cum had created a terrific lube for me. Dave held me upright while my muscle coordination was suspended for my hard climax jolts.
I pulled out soon thereafter, as his milking butt channel was massaging me too well. "You leak cum like your boyfriend?" Preston asked.
"Yeah."
"Come around here and let me suck it up directly from the source," he suggested.
"You gotta try fucking his ass with all that cum in it, Dave," I breathed. "Awesome feeling!"
Dave's monster cock hadn't wilted very much with Preston sucking on it. He moved behind the blonde hunk and plunged in with one long stroke. "Oh, Yeah! Fuckin' AWESOME! Best lube goin'. And such a high to know it's cum from both of us. Reminds me of when we were fuckin' Kurt on his 18th birthday. Remember that?" Dave smiled as he closed his eyes and began fucking Preston with deliberate strokes.
Meanwhile, Preston had delicately been sucking on my cock, releasing more oozing cream from my balls and cleaning off the cum we'd shot up his thirsty hole. We kissed over his back, again. Dave's slowly pistoning hips ground into the teacher's tight ass, fucking the stud with at least 10" of thick, black meat. But, even Dave couldn't sustain a hard-on after cumming as much as he had. It eventually shrunk up as mine did.
"So, after your first barebacking session, whatcha think?" Dave asked as we cleaned up in the shower.
"I think I'm full of your babies and a lot of air. I'll have to hit the can before I finish my shower or have an accident right here!" he blurted out as he ran from the shower room to the bathroom. When he returned, we were toweling off. His smile indicated that he enjoyed his first bareback, despite the inconvenient dash to the bathroom.
Preston spent the evening with Robocop and Bob Francis. The pretext was dinner, but I think he was the main course. Jeremy called Sunday evening to arrange some private time with Preston, but we had to tell him that Preston was out for the evening. He offered to work us in for the evening if we didn't mind a hit and run session. Jeremy was dancing tonight at the strip bar. We didn't mind at all. In point of fact, he came back after the show for more of our bedroom athletics. He let himself in (he was the star attraction at the ten o'clock show) after 11:00 (as arranged), snuggling into bed between us. "This time," he whispered into my ear, "I'm gonna fuck you to within an inch of your life, Daddy."
I murmured back, "If you eat my butt with that hot goatee, you can fuck my ass all night long." His big hands pried my butt mounds apart and breathed hotly between them. "Oh, yeah," I purred. "Like that, Jeremy. I love your tongue and goatee rubbing on my pucker."
"You're gonna pay a price to fuck my boyfriend," Dave quietly demanded. "That means I'm poundin' your ass again, Boy! Whatever you do for him, I do for you."
"I hope that's a promise and not a threat," Jeremy muttered between licks at my ass. "You're several licks behind already."
"I can remedy that!" Dave assured him. With me lying on my stomach (my butt slightly elevated), Jeremy on all fours eating my butt, and Dave behind him munching on the Mountain of Muscles' hole, we were a noisy group. Jeremy's goatee did feel good on my tender butthole. His bristly chin chafed my perineum and heavy ball bag, but I didn't care. His talented tongue was giving my hungry butt the deep rimming that I wanted. From the moans escaping his throat, I surmised that Dave was doing the same for Jeremy's tight pucker.
He licked up my ass trench, kissing my tailbone, verbalizing how much he was going to power fuck my ass with his muscled butt providing the power. I looked over my shoulder and smiled encouragement, raising my ass a little higher each time he made the same, perverse promise. He moved higher on my back, kissing the back of my neck and ears, thrusting his fat, 9" butt stretcher along the crevice of my butt mounds. "You are gonna get so fucked," he growled in a whisper.
"So are you," Dave echoed.
I handed him a condom and lube.
He hovered over me, only his fat dickhead touching my body, his heavily muscled arms holding him aloft. He pushed forward, his slightly downward curved rod finding my lubed entrance easily. I pressed back into him, and sighed with satisfaction as several inches of sheathed dick opened my dark channel. The mattress moved and he moaned. "Fuck! That thing's big!" Jeremy hissed. More dick meat slid into me. His hard, muscular chest rubbed against my back as Dave bore deeper into him. I felt Jeremy's thickness throb and jerk inside me. "Damn, that feels good up my ass," he finally breathed. "I hope you don't mind, Mike, but if I start fucking you, I'll cum for sure. We'll let Dave do all the work."
The harder and faster Dave rammed Jeremy's bulky, muscled ass, the more my butt ate Jeremy's hard dick. It hadn't been my intent to make him cum, but his fat dick felt too good to let it only rest inside me. I liked the feel of it jerking each time Dave hit Jeremy's prostate. I had to respond with a milking massage of my own. Between us, Dave and I were forcing his climax upon him whether Jeremy wanted it or not.
"Don't make me cum, yet, Dave!" Jeremy begged. "I wanna ride this sweet, daddy ass longer." But, it wasn't to be. I felt Jeremy hold his breath, as if that would delay the inevitable. It didn't. With a rush of exhaled air, Jeremy rammed hard into me and exploded. His climax crashed over him. He pounded my ass with heavy thrusts, going for maximum pleasure. "Yes, FUCK, YES!" he bellowed as his dick jetted out hot dick gravy, and Dave crammed more of his ready-to-explode, 11" monster up Jeremy's spasming hole.
Jeremy's convulsing, spewing dick translated directly to his ass, milking Dave's rammer with abandon. Dave was already so close to his own cum-spraying event that the extra stimulation shoved him hard over the edge. "DAMN!" he moaned. "Gonna cum deep in your ass, Man!" he added in a near shout. I felt him thrust hard into Jeremy as the muscle stud collapsed on to my back and thrashed out the remainder of his climax waves. In another instant, the weight markedly increased as Dave's climax stripped away his higher muscle functions, too. Better than 450 pounds of man-muscle flopped and thrust against my back and deeply up my hungry asshole. But, it did restrict my breathing.
"Too heavy," I gasped, struggling marginally for air. Jeremy immediately recognized my plight and pushed himself off my back, but remained deep-seated in my butthole. His muscles bunched and swelled as he lifted himself and Dave off me. I pulled in a deep breath and backed into Jeremy's hard, dripping, condom-encased 9" butt pleaser. "Don't go too far away," I whispered with a smile. "That big dick needs to pleasure me more than once."
"I'll get ya later when I don't have so much dick up my ass," he grinned back at me.
Dave snorted. "Just try to get a piece of that tail and see if you don't get more of yours."
Well, it didn't exactly happen that way. As I hadn't cum yet, Dave took my flushed cream bareback about midnight as Jeremy had recovered enough to give me a long, deeply pleasurable ride on his thick nine inches, again. Being the meat in a fuck sandwich is delightful when you have partners as good as these two.
Monday morning dawned bright and sunny. Preston came dragging in about the time we'd finished our showers and were discussing breakfast. Preston showered (with some help from Jeremy) and joined us. Robocop had coffee with us, but would be late for work, if he stayed for breakfast. Preston gave him a kiss and a teasing grope of the big cop's ass.
"What a stud!" Jeremy blurted out after Bill Dundee (Robocop) left. "He's a monster!"
"A tireless, incredible bottom, too," Preston sighed. "Too bad he's married."
"Shit," spat Jeremy. "I sure hope it's a boyfriend and not a woman."
"Oh, yeah. Helluva nice guy, too. Big, black dude with a monster dick like Dave's and a great top! Didn't you meet them at the party on Saturday night?"
"Uh, I was kinda busy."
"We all were," Preston admitted.
"But, I kept looking around for you and you'd keep disappearing."
"Oh? You were looking for me? I thought you'd be looking for some hot stud with monster muscles and a hot ass to fuck, not some wimpy school teacher like me," Preston deflected.
"University professor, I understand," Jeremy smiled. "And you're just my type."
"Yeah? Well, you're all of my types all rolled into one, Stud!"
"Enough of the mutual appreciation society," I teased. "Let's do breakfast while you two decide when you're gonna fuck each other to death."
This was Jeremy's day off, so we left them upstairs after breakfast to work out their lust for each other. We headed downtown for our July 2nd meeting with Brent Summerhays about our tax situation. He didn't have much to tell us that we didn't already know. Uncle Sam was going to get a big block of our settlements in taxes, and there wasn't much we could do about it. However, the good news was that we were making good money on our investments, so that would help mitigate the blow. I'd already checked our investments on Sunday afternoon on the computer, so I knew that, too. We agreed that nothing needed to be changed. The investments were performing nicely, but not rocketing into a bubble that would soon have to burst.
He did ask us to establish a budget so we didn't eat into our principal too rapidly for daily expenses. If we were serious about not working again and living off the accumulated capital gains and interest from our investments, we needed to be careful about making large purchases or blowing money on expensive vacations.
Additionally, he advised us to keep an eye on interest rates for home mortgages and look at refinancing if it crept down near 6% for a 30-year loan. As long as we could make more than that in the market with our money, we should not be paying off the house loan. Rather than deplete our capital, he suggested that we live off the tax-exempt interest from the bonds that we held. We would be paying enough taxes through other incomes, so we needn't worry about having to pay a minimum tax on that.
Armed with instructions on what not to forget as we budgeted our household needs, we left his office. After another clandestine luncheon with Myrna and more gossip, we returned home. Preston and Jeremy were still going at it. By mid-afternoon, we suggested that they take a break with us at the gym and work out some of the kinks their muscles must have sustained after their ardent mating rituals. Sheepishly, they came downstairs, but only after showers. But, they still had cum breath.
As Monday was "back" day, the four of us worked through our routines in pairs. Jeremy and Preston did more talking and flirting than working out. With our aerobics and ab crunches out of the way, we headed to the locker room. Moments later, they joined us. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna go home with Jeremy," Preston said. "He has tomorrow off and we thought we'd spend some time together."
"Just don't do it all in the bedroom. Get out and see some of the town," Dave admonished. "Did you still want to do some day trips, Preston, or are you gonna fuck the week away?" he laughed.
Preston blushed. "We'll see."
After showers (but not checking in the sauna or steam room for action), we went home. Preston and Jeremy drove away, hand in hand. Jeremy again reminded us that we needed a couple of his Lexus cars instead of the "junkers" we had. We smiled, but ignored his jibe. That was more money than we wanted to spend right now (especially after our conversation with Brent). Besides, our current autos were dependable, if not glamorous.
Late in the afternoon, we checked in with Kurt and Gene to see how the remodel was progressing. The completion date was July 1st (yesterday), but some finish work hadn't been accomplished. The contractor was still there when we called, so we invited ourselves over after he left.
"We went through the entire remodel effort, pointing out flaws that needed to be reworked," Gene sighed. "But, at least they were minor and few in number."
"It sure looks different," Dave allowed. "All the appliances are in now, so those gaping holes are gone. What did you do with the old refrigerator and range?"
"We kept the refrigerator and moved it to the basement. It still works fine and we could use it for storing excess items for parties as well as overflow from the wine fridge," Gene smiled. "You can't have the only party house in the neighborhood!"
"That Sub-Zero looks great there. Which model is it?" I asked. "I've only seen the stainless steel ones."
"They have a big line of models," Kurt revealed. "We had so many panel colors and finishes to choose from that it nearly created a problem."
"But, we settled on the 690 model, top of the line. I think the panels match perfectly to the oak cabinets we installed," Gene preened.
"They do, indeed," Dave agreed. "And the wine fridge is a Sub-Zero, too?"
"Yeah, we got the little one like yours with the two climate zones for whites and reds or champagnes. I really like how adjustable each zone is," Kurt grinned. "I especially like the fact that they can easily store magnums of champagne instead of only regular bottle sizes."
"We may have to swap out our wine fridge for that reason alone," I said. "Besides, I think the damned thing is too noisy and doesn't have a temperature adjustment control or readouts to tell you what the temperature really is."
"Mike can find more ways to spend money than anyone I know," Dave laughed. "That's why we have to have a Costco membership. At least, we aren't spending as much that way."
I kissed him tenderly. "Bitch!" I smiled sweetly. "And I say it in the kindest possible way."
"The truth shall prevail," Dave intoned.
"Well, before we have a feud on our hands, how about if we make dinner for you? You're always fixing dinner or breakfast or lunch for us," Gene suggested. "We can show off our new kitchen, too. Demonstrate that new Wolf range top, Kurt."
Kurt did a hilarious rendition of a woman model showing off a new car or appliance from a game show. The strut and the hand motions were priceless. But, Gene's fractured voice-over, paraphrasing badly from a sales brochure, was the perfect accompaniment to the hilarity. All silliness aside, it was a stunning new cook top. It was a five-burner 36" gas cook top with some great whistles and bells. The 30" double ovens were the perfect, matched companions. Evidently, the boys DID plan on some lavish, large parties. I didn't have the courage or the heart to ask how much of a premium they paid for these top-of-the-line appliances. But, it surely wasn't cheap.
After dinner, we retired to the living room for a funny tape they'd recently seen of the English comedian, Eddie Izard. Cross-dressers don't do a thing for me, but Eddie was so funny, that within 10 minutes, I'd completely forgotten about what he was wearing as well as his make-up. The man was hilarious. It was a great after-dinner belly laugh.
Although we were invited to join them in some bedroom calisthenics, Preston and Jeremy had fucked us out. But, we readily agreed to a future romp in the sack with them. We rolled into bed before 10 p.m. I don't recall if my head hit the pillow. We were exhausted and slept like two, immobile stones.
Because we'd gone to bed so early, we awoke early. Dave stirred first, threatening to molest me if I didn't get out of bed. I stumbled into the shower at his insistent prodding. After a quick rinse, Dave was nibbling on my ears and neck. He soaped my shoulders, back, and hairy pecs. Before he could wash lower, I felt his stiff trouser snake leaving sticky pecker tracks on my hips and ass cheeks. I dropped to my knees and engulfed his rigid prong. He leaned over my back and worked two, and then three soapy fingers up my ass. You may draw your own deeply satisfying conclusions for what happened during the next ten minutes. I'll only tell you that both of us had big smiles, and empty nuts and flooded butts afterwards.
Preston called after breakfast to tell us that he and Jeremy were going to take in the sights (including lunch downtown) and would like to meet us at the gym about 3:00 this afternoon for a workout. We called Jeremy back on his cell phone to let them know the proposed workout time was fine with us.
The balance of the morning we spent working on our household budget. After covering the basics, we set aside a generous amount for travel, entertaining, and donations. With a Federal tax rate of 39.1% and State income tax of about 9%, we weren't going to have a lot of our settlement money left. Until we saw the tax bite and the balance that left us for investing and living on, we decided to try to keep our expenses under $40,000 for the year. That included the house payment and property taxes (at nearly $4,500 a year), car payments, insurance on the house and cars, our Costco bill (which was embarrassing to say the least), champagne and other necessities, and utilities. However, in the three months that we'd been investing our settlement, we'd already made about five million (but that was before taxes). We hoped that by the end of the year, we'd make enough on our investments to partially offset the nearly 50% tax bite.
We faxed the preliminary budget off to Brent. Within the hour, he faxed back his kudos on a well-balanced budget. However, he did suggest that we needed to be a little more generous with our entertainment and vacation budget. Besides, he'd pointed out, we could afford it.
When we arrived at the gym, Trevor told us that our neighbor, Dale, had been diligent in his noon workouts. He'd also been cruising the sauna or steam room at least a couple of times a week. For a straight guy, he certainly knew where the man-to-man action was.
We began our legs workout (as this was Tuesday) without Preston and Jeremy. They hadn't arrived 45 minutes later when we'd completed our weights circuit. But, when Dave suggested we take a break before our aerobics, we found Preston standing at the front desk, flirting scandalously with Trevor. Evidently, there was some unfinished business from Saturday night. "Jeremy's parking the car," Preston said, explaining why he wasn't with him. "He said he'd be stripping on Friday night. Did you guys have something in mind or would it be okay if I went there to watch?"
"We had no plans. This is your vacation. You can do as you wish," Dave smiled agreeably. "But, you should see more than the inside of Jeremy's bedroom."
"Oh, I've seen much more than that!"
"Yeah, fucking in the kitchen and living room, too," I grinned. Trevor thought that was funny, Preston blushed. I'd probably named only a few of the places they'd screwed.
"Have you been out to the Lexus dealership with him, yet?" Dave asked.
"We haven't had the time," Preston protested weakly.
"Too busy fucking," Trevor laughed. "Newlyweds are notorious for that. I'm one myself, ya know."
"I didn't know you and Donnie were a new relationship," Preston said. "How long?"
"Just a couple of months," Trevor sighed. "Scary and delightful, all at the same time. You knew that Donnie was Dave's brother, didn't you?"
Preston was genuinely astonished. "Not a clue. But, now that I think about it, they do have a lot in common, like their monster meats," he giggled.
Jeremy had joined us. "What's the topic du jour?"
"Big dicks! What else?" Preston laughed.
"I was just telling your new boyfriend that my lover and Dave are brothers," Trevor said, catching Jeremy up on the conversation.
"Oh, yeah, I knew that, but it hadn't come up during any of our chats, so I'd never said anything to Preston," he defended. After a short pause, he chuckled, "And he isn't my boyfriend, not yet, anyway. It's only been a couple of days, after all!"
"I'm the first to admit that I've had more sex in the last four days than I've had in the last four months, but I'm more of a relationship guy, instead of a player," Preston smiled shyly at Jeremy.
"Is there any point in you guys being here?" I asked. "We'll be done with our workout in another 30 minutes or so, but you guys look like you wanna go back to Jeremy's and fuck like bunnies!"
"No, we really need the workout," Jeremy replied. "We can fuck later, can't we, Pres?"
"Yeah, I need the work out, too. Which isn't to say that we haven't been workin' it out, anyway," he laughed.
"More likely in and out," Dave deadpanned. "Did you have plans for dinner?"
"Nothing firm," Jeremy replied.
"Consider yourself invited to dinner," Dave said. "You wanna join us, Trevor, and bring along my wayward brother?"
"Sure! As far as I know, we have nothing planned, but I'll call him to be certain," Trevor nodded.
Dinner? Who will be the main course? Mike and Dave still have their honeymoon vacation to plan. More men to meet and meat! And what happened to Junior and Ben?
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