Black and White

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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 67--The Heroes

"Didn't John petition the court after we settled to have the lawsuit flushed?" I asked Dave.

"It was part of the agreement to have the record sealed by court order. That was why we were told to keep our mouths shut. How'd you get all this data, Matt?" Dave asked.

"I have sources that can find out just about anything," Matt smiled. "But, I think you're right. I missed that part about the sealed record. I skipped right over it," he added scanning one of the folders, again. "So, you may, in fact, be protected from the press finding out. But, let me suggest that in the future, you tell the nosy press that you're investors, not retired. Retired at your young ages raises all kinds of immediate questions."

We looked at each other. "Good advice, Matt. Thanks," Dave agreed.

"So, how are you going to handle the press briefing?" I asked, looking up to see three beefy Marines guarding the Consulate gate. They saluted and let us through. A gaggle of reporters and cameras were straining to get a glimpse of us, but the privacy windows of the limo prevented that.

"They'll be allowed in within the hour and we'll have them eating out of our hands," the Charge d'Affaires (sorry about the spelling error in the last chapter) smirked. "In the meanwhile, I want you two to huddle with my press attaché in the conference room for a few minutes. This guy is real smooth. He'll know what to do and what to warn you about. In the meanwhile," he smiled as we exited the car, "please come in and meet the staff and my wife."

The background noise of shouted questions and popping flashbulbs nearly drowned out his welcome. The Ambassador turned and waved cordially at the crowd assembled at the gate. He turned back to us and said under his breath, "Fuckin' vipers." Dave and I laughed at his characterization. He smiled at his ungentlemanly slip. "I shouldn't say that in front of you guys. It isn't fittin' for one at my elevated stature," he laughed.

The limo driver opened the side door to the Residence. "Thanks," we smiled at him (a nice looking guy in a Marine dress uniform we hadn't paid much attention to in all the drama swirling about us). We followed the Ambassador inside, and were greeted by several staff members, and his wife. She gave him a big kiss on the lips, then, turned to greet us, holding out her hand in welcome.

"Our heroes! Welcome to Vancouver! That was certainly a very brave thing you did on the plane. The press is certainly clamoring to hear all about it from you," she smiled warmly. "Leonard wants to talk to all of you right away, Dear. The airline is making a big deal out of this and so is Washington. The secure Teletype has been chattering away constantly. You might want to scan through those quickly before you meet the press, Matt. I think Leonard has them organized for you," she added.

"Gentlemen, this is my wife and the rock-steady anchor to this Consulate, Evelyn Triplett," the Ambassador smiled at his wife, giving her a husbandly squeeze. "Honey, this is Mike and Dave, the heroes du jour," indicating which of us was which.

"Our pleasure, Ma'am," Dave gallantly grinned. I did likewise.

"So brave and so handsome!" she declared grabbing us by the arms and escorting us into a conference room. "And well muscled too, just like those delicious Marines stationed here. That poor man on the plane didn't have a chance with you two there."

Both of us blushed crimson at her southern hospitality and praise. "Most kind of you to think so, Ma'am," I smiled back. "He was just a rowdy drunk who needed a lesson in manners."

"The news, especially CNN is making a major event of it all. They even cornered some of the other passengers and got them to retell the events from their perspective. The anchors are reading selected pieces from the police reports, so this is a big story," she warned us. "Matt, are they going to extradite?" she asked suddenly changing her focus.

"The request is already in, but I'm not sure the Canadians will agree right away. They have some sovereignty issues they'll want to trumpet first, I'm sure. But, I think we'll get him, eventually," Matt smiled.

"Well, I'd better get out of your way and let you boys plot and plan how you're gonna deal with the press," she said, kissing us both on the cheek. "I'd best go see what the cook's decided we're having for dinner. And I'll bet you haven't had a real meal since breakfast, have you?" We shook our heads to the negative. "I know how airlines don't do real food anymore. I'll have the chef rustle up some sandwiches in two shakes of a lamb's tail. And for dinner, we'll make it a special occasion. Any special dietary issues for our guests?" she asked us.

"None, Ma'am. We'll eat just about anything, although Mike's not a big fan of seafood, and I can't stand brussels sprouts. Otherwise, we love it all," Dave laughed.

"That's not a problem," she assured us. "Matt hates seafood and dislikes lots of vegetables, too. So, we're used to it. I'm sure the chef has something in mind that's beef with a salad and a starch of some sort. He knows what we love."

"Mr. Ambassador?" came a voice from the conference room. "We need to get started."

"I'll leave you gentlemen to sort this all out. Let me know if I can help," she smiled sweetly.

"I think we might need you at my side," Matt assured her. "A rose among the thorns, my dear."

"All those handsome men around me? You know I'll be there. Let me know, so I can get dressed in time," she tossed over her shoulder as she moved silently down the hallway.

"And that's another issue," I blurted out as we entered the conference room and the press attaché closed the door. "We don't have anything dressy to wear. We're on vacation, so we didn't bring anything besides Levis like we have on and polo shirts. Most of it is shorts and t-shirts."

"You look fine," the press attaché said. "I'm Leonard, by the way. And you're Mike, and you're Dave," he guessed correctly shaking our hands individually. "You've made quite a splash. The television news reports have been very favorable. There has been no mention of the gay issue, yet, but that's just a matter of time. I think they don't know how to handle it, if at all. However, you can count on at least one of the reporters here bringing it up. How do ya wanna handle that, boss?"

"I'll handle it. I'll make it a non-issue. Dave and Mike won't have to say anything, unless they feel strongly that they need to," the Ambassador smiled. "However, I'll remind them again that this pack of wolves can't be trusted, so don't let them bait you." We nodded our understanding.

"Now, why don't you tell Leonard and me exactly what you did and let's see how it plays out," the Ambassador suggested.

So, we repeated the whole ugly scene again, Dave providing the commentary from beginning to end. I added clarity only once.

"I think Dave should do this," Leonard concluded. "They don't want to hear a rehashing of the official, police reports, again. They've already heard that from the TV anchors. And Dave's legal training will keep him out of the woods, by characterizing the drunk in the proper legal phrases and words. It'll be so much more dramatic hearing it directly from the guys who did it. What Dave just described includes Mike heroically, too, as well as those who stepped in at the end to help out."

"I agree," Matt said. "They don't need to hear what they already know from a pontificating diplomat. You okay with that, Dave?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so. You'll be there to step in, in case I fuck up and get in over my head?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm good at that," he laughed.

"You don't mind not being in the limelight?" Dave asked me.

"No POSSIBLE way. I'm a socially maladjusted accountant. Remember?" I laughed. "I'd stutter and stammer and make a total mess of things."

"Highly unlikely," the Ambassador corrected. "Just keep on your toes, Dave. You'll do fine. If you feel the need, write down some notes, so you don't forget anything. And Leonard, get these guys some phones. They need to call their families back in the States to let them know all is well here."

"Use the phones in here," Leonard directed. "I'll be in my office just down the hall, if you need me."

They left us to make our calls. My parents didn't know anything about it, so I had to recount it all for them. Dave's parents did and had been worried sick. We advised all of them to call the rest of the family and let them know we were very safe. We asked Brad to cancel our hotel reservations and the rest of the vacation, including the flight back. We didn't know when we'd be getting back. But, it was looking like our chances of playing tourist had abruptly ended.

Of course, we had to tell the families that the press conference was scheduled for five o'clock local time, so they'd probably get a direct feed from CNN for sure. The other networks might break into their news hours with it live, or edit it for later broadcast. We weren't sure how they'd be handling it.

As we finished, Dave sighed. "I'm not sure I'm ready for this. I think I'm still running on adrenalin." There was a knock on the door. Without waiting for a summons, the door opened, and the Ambassador's wife entered with trays of sandwiches and beverages.

"First, I want to apologize for making you uncomfortable. I didn't know you were gay, and domestic partners. That was so gauche of me," she fussed over us. "Please accept my apology?"

"Of course, and there is nothing to apologize for," Dave smiled. "We don't mind at all being mistaken for straight, or being treated like sex objects. We kinda enjoy it!"

"Matt or Leonard should have briefed me before I made such a fool of myself," she said by way of explanation. "But, they have so much more on their minds than me making a social blunder."

"You're making too much of this," I offered. "We weren't offended at all. It was very kind of you to show us such hospitality at a moment's notice. We're the ones who should be apologizing for putting you out."

"Oh, stuff and nonsense!" she laughed. "Those boring, old diplomats are the most sleep-inducing people in the world. I rather like having young people about. With our children all scattered to the four winds, we seldom get real people in here, anymore." She smiled at us, again, and asked if we'd like anything more before she left us to prepare for the press conference. We thanked her once more for her hospitality, but declined more food. However, Dave mentioned that after the press grilling he was sure he'd need to unwind. Could she suggest a nearby gym for us?

"Well, that's certainly a better idea than most men would come up with. They'd want to drink themselves into a stupor, instead," she allowed. We acknowledged her superior experience in the matter. "However, considering the press is on your tail, I'd suggest you not go out. We do have a small gym that the Marines use in the basement. I don't think they'd mind sharing it with you. I'll clear it with their commander," she offered. We thanked her, again.

"We'd better find our suitcase and decide what we're gonna wear," I suggested. "Let's check in with Leonard to see where they've put our stuff and where we'll be sleeping." Leonard took us to the sleeping quarters wing of the Residence. The suite of rooms was very nice with two king-size beds in the room.

"Some husbands and wives don't sleep together, so we had to accommodate that as well as getting them big enough for some of our larger guests," Leonard laughed. "Mess up both of them if you like. The domestic staff has already unpacked your suitcase and hung up everything or put it in the dresser over there," he indicated pointing to a chest of drawers against the left side of the room. "The bathroom is over here," he gestured to the right. "If you need anything, just buzz and someone will answer," he said indicating a small toggle switch on the nightstand. "Anything else?" he asked before leaving. We said, no.

"I need a shower," Dave said. "I need to look fresh for my public!" he laughed when I looked at him strangely. I could use one, too, I decided. The shower was a large one, bigger even than the one at home. "Do we dare shower together?" he leered.

"It would sure take the edge off," I agreed. "I know I'd be more relaxed."

"Let's decide what we're gonna wear first," Dave suggested, tugging off his clothes. I glanced several times in his direction as I pulled off my own togs. I never tired of seeing his beautiful body exposed slowly as each article of covering was shed. He grinned at me, knowing full well that I was nearly slobbering over him. He delayed and slowly stripped off his underwear. Shoving his hard ass toward me, he turned slowly revealing his expanding, black, trouser snake.

"You're probably the most egregiously provocative man I've ever known. And I love it!" I laughed pouncing on him. I knocked him on to the bed and pasted myself on to his hard chest and abs. "I love you, you gorgeous hunk!" I breathed into his ear, then, kissed him tenderly on his moist lips.

"Just with a kiss, you get my thang happy," he sighed, rubbing my round ass with both hands. "Wanna fuck?"

"Always, with you. But we'll be late if we don't get that shower now," I weakly protested, rolling off him. "I want something more than quickie," I added, grabbing his expanding dick and pulling him into the bathroom with me.

"Let's just try it on for size," he purred. I laughed at him. "Ah, come on, Mike. We both need it."

"And when the Marines come looking for us and your fat dick is buried up my ass, we'll explain our tardiness by saying what?"

"Party pooper!"

"Yeah, I know. You just hate it when I'm right," I laughed.

He swatted my ass with his open hand and shoved me into the oversized shower. The glass walls were on two sides, with tile on the other two. The glass barriers had been frosted for privacy to about half way up the partitions. I adjusted the temperature of the water quickly and soaped up. Dave "helped" me with mountains of suds on my asshole, erect nipples, and lengthening dick.

"You get this thing any harder and you'll be the one getting fucked," I warned him.

"Promises, promises," he smirked, pressing his chest and dick against my back and ass. Dave's enlarging, black, butt ripper, slid along my ass trench, threatening to make a stop at my hungry ass lips. He nuzzled my neck, working my hard nipples with his fingers, thrusting his hips slowly against my ass. His massive dick felt so good! I drank in the feelings with my eyes closed, my head tilted back, concentrating on his monster meat getting closer and closer to his target.

"Excuse me, Gentlemen, but the Ambassador wants to see you before the press conference in ten minutes," came a deep voice from the doorway. Our eyes sprung open. Dave looked up, but didn't pull away.

"Uh, thank you, Lieutenant," Dave said. "We'll be there in five minutes."

"I'll let the Ambassador know," the Marine said. "And the gym downstairs is available for your use, anytime. Compliments of the Marines!"

"Thanks," I replied. There was no explaining our way out of this one. But, the Lieutenant didn't seem to care. In fact, his tight trousers showed off a long, round cylinder pointing off to one side indicated he probably wanted to join us. Don't ask, don't tell worked for me.

"We'd best get our butts outta here," Dave smiled, pointing his very hard dick at my back door and pushing half his thick staff into me. "Fuck! You feel good!" I moaned meaningfully. "But," he sighed pulling back out, "much as I wanna flood your tight ass with my babies, we gotta get movin'."

Reluctantly, we rinsed off, but not before we kissed passionately several times. "You're still the hottest fuck around, Sweetcheeks," I whispered after one particularly hot kiss. "And you are gonna service this tight, round ass of mine repeatedly tonight. NO excuses!"

"Do you hear me arguing?" he laughed as we finally dried off.

"You look great!" the Ambassador said. "The lights will be hot, but the air conditioning should make it manageable in there, even with all the bodies. I'll start off the news conference, then, introduce the two of you. Leonard will select the people who will be asking the shouted questions. It'll be a lot like a Presidential news conference, but you won't have to decide who gets to ask questions. You'll recognize some of the faces, but most of them, you won't. Let Leonard handle that. He knows which ones to call on and which ones to avoid. Ignore questions that Leonard hasn't acknowledged." We nodded to each one of his suggestions. "Now, any last minute questions for me or Leonard?" Dave shook his head. I just stood there, mutely.

We filed out of the conference room, heading toward the Grand Ballroom. I checked my short hair in a mirror along the hallway. These were the times I wished I had Dave's short, kinky hair. Wearing snug (but not bar drag tight) Levis and Polo pullover shirts, we entered the Ballroom to a hail of questions and popping flashbulbs. We smiled nervously, but the Ambassador put his arms around our shoulders (or tried to), and we felt more secure posing for our "public". After what seemed an eternity of flashbulbs going off, Matt strode to the lectern, acknowledging his radiant wife with a peck on the cheek. The crowd quieted.

We stood behind him, but off to one side where the majority of the room and the TV cameras could still see us. I recall little of what he said, as it was all "grand- standing" about what heroes we were. I nearly barfed. This was such bullshit, but it was politics and that you just can't explain. You only have to endure.

After Leonard set the ground rules (he'd call on the questioners and Dave would be spokesman for the two of us), he called on the first questioner.

"We've read the reports, seen the newscasts of the events of this afternoon, but we'd really like to hear it from you, Mr. Carey," said the first questioner. He looked familiar, but as I watch so little television, he could have been a famous news anchor for all I knew. "Set the stage for us, please. How did you get involved? Did you know this guy was trouble earlier?"

Dave related the story again, setting it up from the time the plane was nearly ready to descend into Vancouver and the stewardess asked everyone for last orders and to pick up trash. He related how he'd warned me to get ready, "because this is gonna get ugly."

"I looked behind us as this guy was confronting the stewardess about another drink. She told him he didn't need another drink right now, but there were lots of bars at the airport where he could many more. He said that he wanted one, now, using colorful language I won't repeat here." That got a laugh. "When he got out of his seat and pushed her into the service cart, I knew we'd have to act fast or she'd be injured. Before I could get to her, he'd knocked her off balance, causing her to fall into the cart, and bruise her shins and scrape her arm. From the way she was reacting, she must have hit her head, too, but I didn't see what she'd struck as I was more intent on getting this guy to back off. I tried to persuade him, but he resisted. Mike was aiding the stewardess, so I tried to restrain the guy. That's when he took a swing at me and knocked the wind outta me." They were spellbound.

"Then, Mike stepped in and held him down. While another passenger held the guy's head to keep him in place, other passengers jumped into the fray. I think you know the rest of it. It all happened very fast, and was over just as fast. With a recharger cord from one of the passengers and with trouser belts, the co-pilot had us restrain him in the back of the plane until we landed. The Mounties arrived and got their man!" he smiled. Again, laughter.

"A follow-up question, if I may?" the questioner asked. Leonard nodded. Dave smiled down at him. "This guy that you took on isn't tiny. Did you think about the difference in your sizes before you tried to subdue him?" I smiled. If only they know how well hung Dave is, but that wasn't the question about size, now, was it?

"I'm not sure if I did," Dave mused. "There may have been a flash of thought about whether I could take this guy on as he clearly outweighed me by a good 30 pounds, but in his inebriated state, that tends to tip the balance in my favor. Besides, there were lots of other passengers, and especially Mike, I knew I could count on. However, that's all in hindsight," Dave added.

A blizzard of questions swirled out of the press corps. Leonard acknowledged one of the shouted questions. Dave fielded it and several others. There were the inane ones about "how does it feel to be a hero?" and so forth. He handled all of them well. About 30 minutes into the grilling, the questions were getting stupid, plowing the same ground over and over, again.

Dave nearly lost it with one of the questions. "Don't you think you were over- reacting, applying excessive force? The guy was drunk. He wanted another drink. Where's the problem?"

"Haven't you been listening?" Dave snarled. "He assaulted, yes, ASSAULTED a member of the flight crew. That's a criminal offense where I studied the Law. The stewardess was in no condition, nor stature to fight him off. Even a drunk who outweighs you by a hundred pounds can do a lot of damage. So, NO! There was no excessive force applied. In fact, I restrained myself from pasting the guy after his fist met my solar plexus. But, two wrongs don't make a right. So with Mike's help, we got the situation back under control. It's up to the court systems of two countries to decide what his punishment for assaults on a member of the flight crew and a passenger should be. It's not up to me. And it certainly not up to you or other members of the press to try AND convict him in the court of public opinion." There was a stunned silence.

"That question was way out of line, Connor," Leonard said. "This is a press conference, not an inquisition. Let's keep it professional. Next question?"

"Fuckin' fags," Connor muttered.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear that, Connor. Would you like to repeat that for the international audience?" Leonard spat.

"I find it appalling that the United States Government would make such a big deal out of a couple of queers," he sputtered.

"Let me tell you something, you narrow-minded bigot!" Dave almost shouted. "These QUEERS did what anyone else would have done, regardless of sexual orientation. We just happened to get there first. The U.S. Government is thanking two of its taxpaying citizens for helping out in a crisis situation on an airplane. Are you suggesting that QUEERS shouldn't help in these circumstances? If you're drowning, should I not try to save you or throw you a rope because you're a bigot and I'm a FAG? Where's your humanity, Man?" The guy looked mad enough to spit nails.

"Your press credentials are revoked in this Consulate, Connor," Matt interrupted, stepping up to the microphone. "Your newspaper will be getting a strong letter from me, immediately. You are persona non grata around here. Someone else will be assigned from your newspaper to cover this Consulate, or not at all. Lieutenant, escort this gentleman from the grounds." The Charge d'Affaires glared at the miscreant. Two Marines had gotten the nod from their commanding officer.

"Fuck you all, Faggot Lovers!" Connor roared, turned, and was met by two large Marines pressing him toward the rear exit.

"Is that the best epithet you can hurl? Your mother would be so proud!" Dave laughed. The press corps erupted in applause.

When it was quiet again, Matt was still at the podium. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, ladies and gentlemen. There are too many people with hate in their hearts already in the world. We don't need them in this Embassy. It appalls me that he couldn't see that these two, brave, young men acted as any right-thinking citizen would have, regardless of sexual orientation. It's so very sad that Connor couldn't get past his bigotry to see worth in all humanity. I thank you all for coming and for your kindness to our two heroes. Please see Leonard if you have additional questions or requests for interviews. But, understand, these two boys are private citizens. They can turn you all down if you aren't nice to them!" They laughed, again.

We turned and left the Grand Ballroom. "Damn! I'm glad that's over," Dave sighed. "I'm sorry I blew up at that guy, Matt. But, he had it coming."

"You showed remarkable restraint, Dave," I smiled. "I'd have leaped off the stage and punched his lights out for him."

"You were fine," Matt agreed. "I knew that guy was trouble, but there just wasn't a way to get him unaccredited to the Consulate without pissing off his editor. He swings a lot of conservative weight in this town, unfortunately. But, Connor stepped in shit up to his eyebrows this time. I'll not have him back here. The editor will probably piss and moan, but if he wants accreditation here, he'll appoint someone else. Of course, he'll call some conservative Senators in Washington, D.C. to put the pressure on me, but I know how to get them to see it my way. This was recorded and broadcast live, so the good Senators won't be backing the wrong horse after they review the tape."

"I appreciate your confidence, Matt," Dave smiled. "But, politics has a funny way of biting you in the ass."

"I've been through worse and survived," Matt countered. "Don't worry about it." He shook our hands and left with Leonard and his wife.

"I'm ready for that workout. I need to blow off some steam," Dave said. "Wanna join me for some 'hide the wiener' action? I know how much you love to get it on in a gym."

"I thought you'd never ask."

We went downstairs and checked out the workout room. It had six lockers, two showers and a weight room that was about 20 feet by 20 feet. I went back upstairs to get our gym bags while Dave remained to check out the equipment and reserve a couple of the open lockers. It appeared that some of the Marines left their gym clothes overnight. Mine always got too sweaty to even think of not washing them immediately.

When I returned, Dave was standing next to the lockers, nude, talking to the Lieutenant. He was thanking him for escorting Connor off the Consulate grounds. "I wanted to pop that guy so bad, but I thought I'd leave it to your men to embarrass him, instead," Dave was saying. The Lieutenant had on his jockstrap and nothing else. Dave's monster dick was at least half hard. The bulge in the officer's jock showed his clear interest. His round, hard ass looked inviting. Dave spotted me. "Hi, Mike. Lieutenant Garvey was just telling me how much he enjoyed our scene in the shower earlier this afternoon."

"Is that so?" I smiled, tossing Dave his gym bag. "The view from the shower looked pretty good, too." My left hand brushed across the Marine's hard, smooth ass cheeks.

Garvey smiled at my blatant sexual advance. "Both you guys fuck ass?"

"Yeah, we're versatile," Dave grinned.

"Gunther, my boyfriend, doesn't like three-ways, he says. So, I'm always looking for a chance to find a couple who'll fulfill several of my group fantasies," the Marine suggested.

"Oh? And those would be?" Dave asked, stroking Garvey's bulging pouch as I undressed. The echo of hard-soled shoes in the hallway outside penetrated the locker room.

"Shit!" the Lieutenant cursed. "Better cover up before those Jarheads get here." We hurriedly pulled on jocks and shorts as the door opened. The two Marines who'd escorted Connor off the premises had joined us.

"That Connor is sure an asshole, isn't he, Sir!" one Marine said.

"Yeah, Porter, he is. This is Mike Claiborne and Dave Carey, the heroes of the hour, gentlemen," Lieutenant Garvey said introducing us to Lance Corporal Porter and Gunnery Sergeant Kling. We shook hands all around.

"You guys are pretty buff for a couple of civilians," Porter noted. "You must workout pretty regularly."

"We try to get to the gym five or six days a week," I smiled. The guy was cute and well built, but probably a breeder. The sergeant was more ruggedly handsome than cute, but he, too, had a breeder aura about him. However, they didn't seem to have any problem being around a couple of gay men (plus their Lieutenant, if they knew).

Thursday was arms day, so we worked with the free weights and one of the machines. There were three jogging machines and two exercise bikes. The Marines used the joggers and we used the bikes. The NCO's finished first, showered, and left as the Lieutenant finished his last ab crunches. He hit the showers as we started on our abs. In another five minutes, we called it quits, too.

The showers were situated at the end of the six lockers. We heard the shower turn off as we entered the locker room. Lieutenant Garvey looked REAL good soaking wet. He grabbed a towel and smiled at us. We returned the greeting. I caught a glance from Dave, which said, "Take it slowly. Let's see what we can get going here."

I peeled out of my soaked t-shirts, shoes, and socks. Dave took a little more time, stretching provocatively. I tugged down my gym shorts, leaving only my jockstrap. Bending over, I retrieved a towel and my shaving kit (the notorious one with lube and condoms in it). I heard a muffled croak of desire from behind me.

"Gawd, how I love a sweaty ass!" Garvey moaned. I pulled my hard ass cheeks apart and glanced between my legs. The Lieutenant's dick was rising rapidly. He cast aside his towel and closed the distance between us in two strides. He knelt behind me, sighed, and licked hungrily at my hairy, sweaty ass trench. I reached around and encouraged him with a hand on the back of his head.

Dave moved behind the Marine. "Looks like fun," he stage-whispered. He squatted behind Garvey and buried his face in the Marine's shower-fresh, dripping ass. A moan of profound pleasure escaped from Garvey. He zeroed in on my pucker and lapped heartily. I turned around and lay on the bench, pulled my knees into my chest, and offered (again) my winking, jockstrap-framed ass to the eager soldier. He smiled hungrily and dove in. Dave stayed right with him.

Garvey licked and sniffed at my jock-encased, sweaty, salty nuts, then, went back to my asshole, again. He pulled away and examined quickly his handiwork. "I'd love to fuck that hot ass right now, but your partner needs me to eat his ass, too. I seldom get to munch on hot, sweaty ass as hard and muscular as yours are," he sighed. "Gunther has a great ass, but he always wants to do it clean."

Dave and I traded places. "Your gonna fuck me, aren't you, Mike?" he nearly begged. Not waiting for an answer, he plunged into Dave's black butt with the same starving man urgency as he'd done to me.

"How could I refuse a man out of uniform?" I grinned. I dug into my shaving kit, using my sense of touch only. Pulling off my jockstrap, I buried my face between his deep, hard butt cheeks. Locating the lube and a condom, I applied both and slipped easily inside. Gunther had to be plowing Garvey's tail on a regular basis. Considering the ease of entry, Gunther was hung pretty big! We sighed in unison as my dick root and pubes rubbed against his ass lips. I grabbed his hips and ground in the last half inch, then, long-dicked him slowly, allowing his hungry ass channel to milk me delicately.

Dave's beautiful, ebony butt was wet with spit and sweat as the Lieutenant licked and sucked at every inch of dark skin he could reach. Garvey slowly stroked his own dick, trying hard to hold back his climax. His infrequent coupling with more than one man was fulfilling his best fantasy. Eating a sweaty butt was frosting on the cake. His panting increased and his urgent impaling of his ass on my 9" dick was pushing him dangerously close to a climax. From the hungry way he'd switched to sucking Dave's big dick, I knew he wanted it up his eager, Marine ass.

"Ah, FUCK! I'm gonna CUM," yelled the Marine as he stood up and bucked back into me. Dave jerked up to a sitting position, opened his mouth, and leaned forward just in time. Garvey's first weak dribble reached Dave's extended tongue, but the remaining hard jets disappeared between Dave's sucking lips. I worked the Marine's erect nipples and fucked him in rapid jabs, being sure to strike his prostate with my fat dickhead. Dave worked on sucking down Garvey's dick gravy from the 8" shooter in his vacuuming mouth. The Marine fucked himself on my fat dick while fucking Dave's face. He was getting and giving, and completely out of control. I held him up as his knees collapsed beneath him. His climax waned slowly, but his butt channel continued to milk as his dick continued to leak cum.

I pulled out slowly, kissing him on the back of his bull neck. Dave stood and kissed me, sharing the creamy load Garvey had delivered. "Been a while since you've cum, Lieutenant?" Dave asked.

"No. Gunther and I got it on last night after the 4th of July party here," he revealed. "But, I always shoot a lot, even after only a day."

"I'm glad you do. Delicious and plentiful!"

"But, you guys didn't get off," Garvey noted pensively. "You have plans after dinner?" he smiled, pulling off my condom and going down on me. He wiggled his ass in Dave's direction.

"Not unless the Ambassador has something in mind," I moaned.

He pulled away for a moment. "Then, I want both of you to bang me to death with these big muthafuckas," he emphasized, squeezing our still hard dicks. "One of you sits on my face while the other blasts a big load up my butt, then, reverse."

"What about Gunther?" Dave asked.

"What about him?" the Lieutenant smiled. "Oh, he'll be a little jealous, but once I wave my ass in his face and suck his fat dick, he won't care. Besides, he's just a good fuck. We haven't done anything about making it more exclusive or permanent. I've only known him since Christmas. We met during a reception here for all the diplomats in town, because one of the countries had sent a new Ambassador and this was a chance to meet everyone."

"What does Gunther do there?" Dave asked as we stripped out of our jocks and grabbed towels.

"Gunther's the trade attaché for Germany," Garvey said. "The guy's loaded."

Turning on the showers, we soaped up, then rinsed. "What time should we expect you, Mr. Garvey?" I asked mischievously.

"Dinner will be at eight, but the Ambassador likes to turn in early, so how about 10:30?" he asked. We nodded agreement. "If that doesn't work because his guests hang around, we'll just wing it. One way or another, I'll be there. But, I also have the midnight-to-eight shift in the secure room, so, I'm gonna take a power nap for an hour or so."

"Works for us," Dave smiled.

"And after my power nap, I'll be looking forward to a couple of power FUCKS!" he laughed.

"Oh, before you go, Lieutenant," I remembered, "would you find out when the magistrate will have the hearing for the drunk from the plane?"

"Magistrate?"

"Yeah, he's like a judge here," I explained.

"Well, yeah, sorta. But, a Magistrate handles the little things, like parking tickets, small claims, jay-walking, that sorta thing," he countered. "Who told you he'd go in front of a Magistrate?"

"Uh, Office Sinclair of the RCMP. The guy who took our statements," I added perplexed.

"He was pulling your leg," Garvey laughed. "They love doing that to us Yanks! He'll go before a real Judge. This is a criminal case."

"Oh," I sounded appropriately guilty of being duped. "Well, could you find out anyway?"

"Sure, no problem. I have a couple of friends at RCMP Headquarters in town. I'll bug one of them for the information."

We'd put our street clothes back on. Garvey had sucked both of us back to full erections, then departed, giving us a case of blue-balls, and a severe case of sexual frustration.

"Let's go back to our room and fuck," Dave grinned lewdly. "I gotta release this load before I burst."

"In my ass, Sweetcheeks!" I invited.

We dashed up the stairs, Dave leading the way, his round, high ass looking better than ever in his snug Levis.

"Oh, there you are," Evelyn Triplett smiled. "In deference to your lack of formal clothes and that it's summer, we've decided to have a barbeque out on the deck. Dinner is at eight, and the dress VERY casual (like shorts and Hawaiian shirts). You boys okay with that?"

"Yes, Ma'am, we are. Thanks for thinking of us," Dave grinned back at her.

"Well, I must be off. I need to call several people with last second invitations," she said airily. "Only the nicest ones, not those stuffy, social-climbing bores," she added, almost to herself.

"Whatever," I muttered under my breath. "At least, we won't feel too out of place."

"We have just over an hour," Dave whispered, grabbing me by the arm. "I plan on a couple of well placed loads deep in your ass, Mike."

"Only a couple?" I whined, but with a smile. We arrived at our suite door with Dave leading the way. Inside, we locked the door behind us and pulled the curtains closed (the deck was right outside).

I stripped in record time, my clothes flying in every direction. Lying on the bed, face down, I looked back over my shoulder and begged, "Smother me with your love- making."

Dave crawled on to my back, pushing his crotch against my upturned butt. He covered my neck and ears with kisses, grinding his rapidly expanding dick into my ass trench. His hands slipped under my chest and grasped the tops of my shoulders. I was pulled hard into a hip thrust. "Damn! You feel good," Dave sighed. Adding lube to my hungry hole and his granite-hard dick, he entered me slowly. My butthole and channel chewed on the thick, lengthy probe greedily. "You're as hungry for dick as I am for butt," he sighed. "This won't be a long ride, Babe."

"I'm okay with that. Right now, I need your sperm in me more than I need a long ride," I smiled, pushing my ass back into a particularly deep thrust. He moaned and bit my neck playfully. "That's it, Dave," I urged, noting a sudden increase in his fucking speed. "Give me your load, Man!"

"Ah, shit, MIKE! Gonna cum! Can't hold back!" he groaned in frustration. "Take it, Man! FUCK!" His thrusts were urgent, deep, and purposeful. His hard chest rubbed on my back as his hips pounded my elevated butt. I milked him unmercifully. He lost control, but his nuts and dick took over. Thrashing atop me, he shot one hot string of cream after another. I felt the jets of sperm spray my guts, adding more lube to my thirsty channel.

After his control returned, Dave lazily fucked me. His big dick slowly shrank inside me, but I milked him languidly, trying not to apply too much friction to his sensitive, spent phallus. "I hope you didn't cum, Mike," he whispered in my ear. "I need some of your hot dick sauce in my ass, too."

I smiled. "Not to worry. You came so fast that I didn't have time to get my engine running enough to squirt. But, I got what I wanted. Now," I said rolling him off me, "it's your turn. How do ya want it?"

"Face to face. I wanna see your face when you shoot."

I applied lube to his butthole and my very hard dick. Pushing his knees into his chest, our two bodies mated easily. "You ARE the hottest fuck around," I smiled down at him. "Sweet, tight asshole, big dick, hot body, good looking, and I love you," I added with a kiss. He pulled on my ass to get me as deeply as I could go. My dick jerked inside him.

"Yeah, that's the feel I love. Make it throb inside me, again, but this time, add some cum!" he grinned up at me. One of his hands moved off my ass and to the back of my head, pulling me in for a passionate kiss. The extra contact spurred me deeper and faster into him. I took only seconds longer than he did to climax.

"Ungh!" I shouted as my first hard climax wave crashed over me. My dick jerked and sprayed heavily into Dave's tight, brown ass.

"Yeah, Man! That's it! Cum HARD in me. Flood my ass!" Dave encouraged. I hammered, thrust, and fucked his hard ass cheeks, delivering more cum into his milking channel. "Fuck me, MIKE! Cum in my hot ass!" I couldn't stop fucking. It felt so good to be squirting a big load deep in my lover's hot hole. I was so into what I was doing that I'm sure I drooled onto Dave's chest.

When I opened my eyes, Dave was smiling at me. "You sure enjoyed that," he said. "I felt at least three of your hard jets of cum into me. You can do that anytime, Mike."

"We shouldn't wait so long between sessions. It makes both of us cum too quickly," I laughed, pulling out my rapidly shrinking dick. "Not that it mattered this time. I needed your load more than I needed to get fucked. After all that's happened today, we both needed the reconnection to each other."

"Amen to that, Brutha!" he said, patting my well-flooded ass.

"We'd better take another shower before dinner. We smell like hot sex," I pointed out.

"Where's the problem with that?" I swatted his ass and pushed him into the bathroom in response.

The barbeque was a big hit. Evelyn hadn't overdone it on the invitations or the notice had been too short. The chef and sous-chef masterfully acquitted themselves at the grill. We opted for the lime-cilantro chicken instead of the beef ribs. The salad, corn-on- the-cob, and sorbet added the right touch without being heavy. Leonard served as bartender to the dozen or so guests. It was a party of about 20, counting staff and guests.

Dave and I were the focus of all the attention. We told our "heroic" story several times before everyone had heard it. We downplayed our part, but no one listened to that. The women gushed, the men looked at us warily. I wasn't sure if it was because they knew we were gay, or because they weren't sure if they'd have had the fortitude to act as decisively as we had on the plane. None of them were appealing (except for the Lieutenant (who looked delicious in a Hawaiian shirt and tight shorts). I smiled often, as I recalled how hungry his hard, round ass was for dick.).

Shortly after dark (after 9:30 in these latitude this time of year), the party broke up. We thanked the chef and his assistant for the great meal and Leonard for his bartending skills. With the guests and most of the staff gone, Matt and Evelyn invited us into the library for a glass of brandy. We accepted, but for only one small glass. I wasn't about to tell them we needed to have our wits about us if we were going to fuck the First Lieutenant bars off Garvey's shoulders later.

At 10:30, there was a soft knock on our bedroom door. Lieutenant Garvey walked in, his shirt unbuttoned and his shorts bulging. Dave and I were down to our underwear. "I'm glad you didn't start without me," he grinned. "Dave rides my ass first with Mike sitting on my face," he directed. We smiled an acknowledgement. "But, I get to eat your butt first, Dave. I hope it's sweaty!"

"It was a warm evening," Dave smiled back.

The Marine shucked his clothes into a pile on to the floor and stepped forward. "Get your hot, black butt up on the bed, Dave, and pull those hard ass cheeks apart for me. I wanna get my tongue in WAY deep," Garvey hissed lustily, pulling Dave's shorts down. The monster, black dick sprung up, and slapped wetly against Dave's abs. Dave turned and got on all fours. "Damn! You've got a huge dick, and one hot ASS! It's sweet enough that a bottom like me would wanna become a top!" Garvey licked, kissed, munched, and ate on Dave's ass for several minutes. "FUCK! HOT, delicious asshole! If I didn't need that big dick up my butt so much, I'd fuck you right now," he smiled, rolling on to his back and raising his long, muscular legs.

Dave selected from an assortment of condoms I'd left on the bed as I lubed up Garvey's hot asshole. "You are gonna get SO fucked," I warned him with a smile.

"That's what I'm counting on, Mike," he replied. "Now, sit on my face and let me give you the same treatment Dave got." Never one to turn down an offer to have my ass eaten, I hopped up on the bed and squatted over his eager face. I felt rather than saw Dave's, fat, 11" python slide into Garvey. The Lieutenant's tongue rocketed up my ass as he groaned loudly. "FUCK!" he mumbled into my ass. More inches crept up his butt channel and more tongue reamed me out.

I looked down his hard body, admiring his granite, hairy pecs, cobblestone abs (with a treasure trail down the middle), and his throbbing 8" dick dripping precum. I leaned in and licked up the puddle of sweet precum already deposited near his navel. His fat dick jerked (dripping more precum) each time Dave pushed deeper or pulled out a few inches. I sucked the head between my warm lips, savoring the clear fluid Garvey's dick produced. He moaned with additional pleasure. I pressed back harder into his face, pulling my smooth butt cheeks farther apart. He snorted and licked harder.

But, within another minute, his hands were pulling my face away from his jerking dick. "I'll cum, if you keep doing that, Mike," he explained. "Dave's dick is really doing a job on my prostate. The additional work on my dick will make me shoot for sure!"

I ground my ass into his face, releasing his dripping, throbbing Marine dick. But, it still jerked and spewed precum. Each time Dave stroked deeply, Garvey tensed and moaned, his tongue waggling up my asshole and his dick jerking wildly. With his legs pressed into his chest, his butthole stretched and screwed, and his wet tongue up a hard, round ass, the Marine was a happy man. In fact, he was too happy.

With a groan and a growl, he grabbed Dave's hard, brown ass and forced the thick, black dick up his military hole. His body shook, then, jerked. He howled into my well-eaten butt and came. I had correctly read all the signs. My lips closed over his dickhead just as the first shot of sperm jetted from his big nuts. Wave after wave of cream caromed off my tongue and teeth. Dave held on to Garvey's legs and hammered hard to give the Marine a hot fuck-ride.

After draining his dick, I rolled off his face and Dave exited his stretched hole. "Fuck! What a great ASSFUCKER you are, Dave! I've never cum before without stroking. I didn't know you could cum just by getting fucked."

"Gunther doesn't have one big enough to tease your prostate like I did?" Dave queried.

"It's certainly fat enough and about 9" of hot, uncut, German dick, but it isn't the same for some reason."

I grinned. "You don't suppose it has anything to do with someone sitting on your face while you're getting fucked?" Garvey smiled back at me. Fulfilling his fantasy made him happier than he thought it would. The young Marine loved three-ways, where he was the meat in the fuck sandwich. There was no getting around that.

"Perhaps," he allowed. "But, Dave does have a thicker, longer dick, too. That must have played some role in my spontaneous climax."

"Maybe," Dave smiled. "But, I think Mike's right. You love getting fucked and rimming a tight ass at the same time. You admitted already that you love getting it on with couples."

"And I hope do get with you guys several more times before you leave," he asserted. "At least ONCE, I wanna feel one or both of you cum up my ass before I shoot. I guess the only way that'll happen is if I don't have one of you sitting on my face."

"We'll figure out something, I'm sure," I said confidently. "You've got a hot ass and we love fuckin' it!" Dave nodded agreement.

"One more shower before I go back on duty," he sighed. "It'd be bad form to have butt breath and cum smells wafting off me." He rubbed in some of the precum and dribbled cum that had dripped out after I rolled away. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he tasted, and smiled. "I love cum almost as much as I love butt munching."

"Sounds like us," Dave laughed. "Real addicts!"

"But, the problem for us is that we love to fuck so much that our cum always winds up in our asses instead of down our throats," I corrected. "So, we drink cum from other dicks, like this one here," I smiled, stroking his wilted dick slowly.

"I only wish I could get fucked after I cum," Garvey sighed. "It hurts, though."

"I don't know what to tell ya," Dave commiserated. "It can get uncomfortable for me as well. But, Mike almost always cums in my ass within seconds of me blasting out a load. So, for us, it hasn't been an issue. And if I've been fucking him and climax, I only need a couple of minutes while my dick drains in his ass before I'm ready to have my butt hammered."

"As long as you pound my ass a few more times before you head back, I'll be a happy camper," Lt. Garvey smiled. "I hope you can get off at least once in my ass before I shoot, though."

"We'll keep trying until we succeed," Dave laughed. "Even if we don't, I don't think any of us will care too much."

Garvey grabbed his clothes, checked the hallway, and left.

"My ass is already lubed with his spit," I grinned. "Wanna fuck me?"

"Only if you do the same."

For several minutes, we 69'ed, then, munched butt. However, Dave more urgently needed to be fucked than I did, so he took me on first. I sucked him off as I came deep in his hungry ass. Sated, we slept like stones.

The heavy-gauge wire-cutters snipped easily through the chain-link fence. The man dressed in black (including a black hood and gloves) glanced over his shoulder, again. The coast was clear. He peered through the metal fence and leafy hedge. Clear inside the fence, too. He snipped more links, creating a hole large enough to climb through. His lip curled in defiance. He was not a man to be trifled with.

Squeezing through the hedge, he listened, waited. No sounds emanated from the darkened house. Only crickets chirped in the yard. He punched a button on the side of his illuminated watch. It showed nearly 3 a.m. He covered it again with his sleeve. Creeping noiselessly forward, he stood behind a tree, then another closer to the house. But, all was not as it seemed.

Inside, sensors had alerted Lieutenant Garvey that the fence had been cut. Motion detectors had "painted" him as an intruder near one of the fruit trees. The two sentries on duty at the front gate had been notified. They went on highest alert. "Lock and load!" Garvey ordered. "It could be a ruse to get through the front gate as well," he warned. One of the guards left his post at the Lieutenant's order and stealthily crept to the corner of the Consulate. An earpiece gave him direction and distance to his target. Garvey continuously updated the guard, telling him which tree the intruder was now behind. "Come up behind him and challenge him, but only from behind the willow tree," he further instructed. "The police and an ambulance have been notified, but we have an international problem with them having no jurisdiction on U.S. soil. We'll deal with that later. Move out!"

Garvey had notified the other Marines assigned to his command. They'd been sleeping in their quarters when the alert awakened them. The command desk had a direct line to their room. "Garvey here!" he barked into the phone. "Get your weapons and be quiet about it. We don't want to warn the intruder that we're on to him, nor roust the civilians inside the Consulate. That could get some innocents caught in a cross fire."

"Yes, Sir!" came the answer from Kling. Within another few seconds, Gunnery Sergeant Kling crept down the hallway and into the secure room.

"What's up, Lieutenant?"

"Intruder," he said, pointing to the monitor. "Porter's working around behind him."

"Good man, a good shooter."

"I hope it doesn't come to that. You got your men ready?"

"Ready, Sir!"

"Keep 'em outta sight, but at the back and front doors, so they can get out there fast," the Lieutenant directed. "Take one of your men and somehow get him under the outside windows of the Ambassador's bedroom without the intruder seeing him. This could be one guy or a feint for a bigger attack through the front gate, or anywhere else for that matter. Got it, Gunny?"

"Yes, Sir!" Sergeant Kling barked and left immediately to carry out his orders.

Meanwhile, the intruder crept closer to the back of the Consulate. He checked the Uzi slung under his arm. The safety was off. One quick dash across about 20 feet of open yard to the back door, then, he'd disable the alarm and get inside. Then, those fuckers would PAY!

He looked around, again. Quiet as a tomb. He smiled to himself. This is gonna be like taking candy from a baby. He stepped out from behind a large oak tree, the silenced Uzi at the ready.

"FREEZE, FUCKER!" came a shouted command from behind him. He spun and fired, stitching a dozen bullets into the tree and leafy canopy. The flash of a muzzle at the side of the tree surprised him. Gawd! That hurts, he thought. Two bullets had torn into him, spinning him about and knocking him to the ground. He heard footsteps thundering toward him. The Uzi was kicked out of his hand, the muzzle of a gun felt hot pressed against his temple. "CLEAR!" shouted a voice nearby.

A voice above him snarled, "Who the fuck are YOU?" The pain was intense. His vision was darkening. He felt himself smile, despite the pain. He reached for the grenade, but his arm wouldn't move. Had he been shot in the arm? Did the bullet break it? Was the voice standing on his arm? Why couldn't he move? The pain blasted through his questions. He moaned. An ambulance siren wailed in the distance. Fuck, this hurts! I hope he's coming for me. I don't wanna die, he thought. Then, why did you do this, came the answer in his head? Because THEY needed to die!

Other voices barked orders. "Check him for other ordnance!" one voice shouted.

"Done, Sir!" came a dim response. Why can't I hear better, he wondered. "Pistol and a grenade, Sir."

"Nothing in his hand that could trigger a bomb?" The intruder was unconscious, so he couldn't have triggered anything at this point.

"No, Sir. I checked already. But, he's gone into shock and losing blood. He's unconscious, now, Sir."

"Secure the perimeter," Gunny ordered the rest of the Marine contingent.

"And get more men on that fuckin' front gate!" shouted the Lieutenant.

"Yes, SIR!" Gunny jumped to the order, sending another five men to the front gate and the rest scurrying into the hedge surrounding the Consulate. "And get that hole in the fence plugged," he growled. One of the Marines raced back inside to find barbed wire or anything else that would plug the gap in the chain-link fence until it could be repaired properly.

The Consulate was in an uproar. The sounds of gunfire had awakened everyone. Lieutenant Garvey raced back inside to report to the Ambassador what was going on, and to get the civilians into the basement where they could be better protected. Dave and I didn't know what to do. Looking outside could get us killed, going into the hallway to find out what was going on would get us in the way, and possibly killed. Dave suggested the bathroom in our suite. I nodded. We streaked through the door and closed it behind us, cowering in the shower.

"Aren't we the brave heroes, now!" Dave smiled.

There was a hurried knock on the suite door. Someone entered. "Mike! Dave! Where are you?" boomed the Lieutenant's voice. What a sweet sound!

"We're in the bathroom," Dave shouted back as we left the shower and opened the bathroom door.

"Safe, but not safe enough," Garvey insisted, then, smiled at our nudity. "Get some pants on and follow me. We're going to the basement where we can protect you better." We tugged on Levis and dashed after him.

The Ambassador and Evelyn were already there with Leonard, two staff employees we only knew by sight, and three tough-as-nails, scowling Marines. Their green, Kevlar vests couldn't hide their bare chests and bulging muscles. "Any other civilians on the premises who aren't in this room?" The Ambassador looked around and shook his head to the negative. "I'll be right back," Garvey shouted over his shoulder as he raced back up the stairway.

We asked the Ambassador if he knew what was going on. He only knew there was an intruder on the grounds and gunfire had erupted. That's all the Lieutenant had told him. We pressed our guards for more information, but if they knew more, they weren't telling.

Less than five minutes later, Garvey came back downstairs, sent our guards out to patrol the grounds, and took us all upstairs to the conference room. "All is safe and secure, now, Sir. But, we have an international problem that I'm dumping in your lap," he said to the Ambassador.

"Such as?" Matt asked.

"The intruder's a Canadian, but was shot and wounded on U.S. Consulate grounds. He's been transported by ambulance to a Canadian hospital, under guard from the RCMP," Lt. Garvey said.

"Will he live?" Evelyn asked.

"Probably, according to the ambulance people," the Marine replied. "There'll be an investigation, but I'm not sure who would be conducting it."

"Leave that to me," the Ambassador said. "State will probably involve the FBI and the U.S. Marshal's Office. But, I'm sure RCMP will be assisting. Because it happened on U.S. soil, our laws apply. But, because it happened at an Embassy, or Consulate in our case, there are special laws that apply."

"Yes, Sir," Garvey agreed.

"Any ID on the guy?" the Ambassador asked.

"None required," Garvey stated flatly. "We pulled off his hood and three of us ID's him immediately." He paused, a grim smile on his lips. "Connor!"

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