All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 70--Now what?
"Oh, sorry," Reed apologized. "I thought you were members of the press. They've been hounding these guys a lot lately."
The FBI agent smiled. "I'm sure they have. I'm Agent Stoner, this is Agent Baxter," he said introducing himself and his companion. We introduced ourselves, so they'd know which was Mike and which was Dave (but, I think they already knew). Reed suggested that he head for home and we'd talk later. "We won't be long," Agent Stoner said. "But, it might be better if we talked inside. Do you mind?" he asked me.
"No, come on in. Reed, why not join us, unless this is something he shouldn't know about?" I wondered aloud to the agents.
"I think it would be best if we discussed this alone," he said. "These are highly sensitive issues."
"Look, if this isn't gonna take long, I can wait in my car," Reed suggested. "It's a nice day, so there's no problem. I'll just let James know we'll be a little late." We nodded, and he went back to his car.
"Okay," Dave frowned after we were seated in the living room, "what's this all about?"
"Do you know any of the men on this list?" Agent Baxter asked, handing us a typewritten list of about a dozen names. At the top of the list was Dave's old nemesis and former Chairman of the Board, Lester Mason.
"Uh, yeah," Dave said. "The name at the top is (or was) the managing partner at the law firm I used to work for. But, I don't think I know anyone else." I nodded my agreement. The agents smiled knowingly to each other. "Can you tell me what this is all about?" Dave asked.
"Mr. Carey, we have reason to believe there's a possible conspiracy funded by men of considerable influence and money. It's probably international in scope, certainly Canada and the U.S. The list I showed you has some of the names we gleaned from the files of Mr. Bruce (the editor) in Vancouver, plus a few ringers just to make the list more real. Mr. Mason was the largest contributor," added Baxter.
"Wow," I muttered, stunned that old man Mason would be so venomous as to fund an anti-gay organization. Dave looked shell-shocked. "Are we in danger?" I finally had the sense to ask.
"That's hard to say," Agent Stoner replied. "We haven't found any kind of 'enemies list', but there's a lot of money involved. The Canadians have already impounded the bank accounts. However, there was an interesting letter in Bruce's files from Mason. We think Bruce must have been using it as a recruiting tool, because the directions from Mason in the letter told Bruce to destroy the letter after reading it. But, it's outrageous in content, full of rabid anti-gay statements (about how he was and had been doing something about it within his company, and he included a dollar figure for how much he was donating). Bruce must have decided to keep it just to show others the big dollars donated. Do you know anything about what he's talking about with his references to doing something about it?"
"Well, in a manner of speaking, we sorta do," Dave smiled, remembering his conversations with Myrna about Mason's firings over the years of anyone suspected of being gay, including himself. "Did he name names? How much of what I say'll be shared?"
"Names were mentioned in the letter. And, it all goes into confidential Bureau files," Agent Stoner said. "Could you help us locate the names he mentions?"
"What about the Freedom of Information Act, or whatever it's called?" I asked, knowing exactly where Dave was headed.
"Information about you is available upon request ONLY by you, AND if it isn't part of an on-going investigation. But, we never reveal the sources of that information," Stoner replied. I wasn't so sure about that.
"Look," Dave began, having decided to plunge ahead, "we were parties to a lawsuit against Mason and the firm. They settled out of court for a substantial sum. Mason was tossed off the Board of Directors during the uproar, his outrageous conduct the reason they settled this without going to trial. However, ALL of this is strictly confidential and can't be discussed under the terms of the lawsuit. But, you could check the court records for the filing, even though the record has been sealed. I'm sure you have ways of finding out the contents and allegations of the suit. But, please, keep us out of this. We kind of enjoy not working!" Dave laughed.
"Anyone not a party to the lawsuit, not restrained by the settlement, that we could talk to about this and the names?" Agent Baxter asked.
"Uh, well, you see, there was a goodly amount of political pressure brought to bear on the firm by outside parties, including a number of big companies and the Chair of the County Commissioners," Dave smiled. "But, you didn't hear it from me."
"How about other, disaffected employees of the firm who'd talk to us?" Agent Stoner smiled, knowing there was a gold mine here somewhere.
"There are, but they still work there," Dave related. He glanced at me and I shook my head slightly to the negative. "Oh, except for one man who works elsewhere now, who was in on all the internal machinations when Mason got shown the door. But, he was only peripherally involved. The best internal source is retiring in a few months, but can't afford to piss them off now, either. How badly do you need her, or can you find another way to get to the particulars of the lawsuit and the names?"
"We'll try through the courts, first," agreed Baxter. "But, we may have to come back to you. A smooth character like Mason is gonna be hard to bring down."
"But, are we in danger?" Dave echoed my earlier question.
"We only know of his involvement with the group in Vancouver. He may be involved with other, local ones, but we don't know that, yet. My professional opinion is that Connor was a loose cannon. This group of highly successful businessmen would never get their hands dirty with violence, like you saw at the Consulate. We'll try to keep you advised, though," Agent Stoner added noncommittally.
"So, what do you think old man Mason got for his money, then?" Dave asked.
"Access. It got him into the highest levels of government and business on an international basis. It also gave him a chance to spew his vitriol in a monthly newsletter that their subscribers got. The stuff he wrote was scary," Agent Baxter bristled.
"He actually wrote pieces for their hate rag?" Dave wondered.
"Sure, but he didn't sign them. They were always anonymous, guest editorials. We found a few of them in their original form before Bruce worked them over for length and construction," Baxter relayed. "If he hadn't been such a good record keeper, we'd be in serious trouble. He's so arrogant that he didn't think he'd ever be investigated, because of his close ties to the movers and shakers of international business and politics. He still can't believe that Connor squealed on him."
"Has he implicated any of the others on the list of donors?"
"No, he's been very closed-lipped about that. He knows these guys could shorten his life for him, if he does."
"That sounds like they're prone to violence to me," I interjected.
"Only if someone gets too close or has too much knowledge. I'm sure they have 'friends in low places' who owe them favors," Agent Stoner put in. "But, that kind of direct action isn't worth the risk, probably."
"'Probably' isn't very reassuring," I countered.
"I know, and I'm sorry. But, that's the way it is. The fact that they don't know we have the complete list of donors and all of Bruce's files will keep them calm for a while."
"Until you or the Canadians spring a leak in your organization, and the extent of your knowledge gets back to them," I said contemptuously.
"This is a very tight investigation. Only a few people know about it."
"That you know about," I finished for him. "And you can't guarantee secrecy from the Canadians. The Ambassador told me that the Vancouver police were a sieve. Bruce was on friendly terms with the Chief. The RCMP had to intervene to get them to search Bruce's house, and confront him with the evidence and confession from Connor."
"You seem particularly well informed," Agent Baxter smiled in defeat.
"It helps to have friends in high places," Dave admitted.
"I'm sure you do. So, I recommend that you contact the local police department for some additional surveillance of your neighborhood, as we understand that you're not the only gay couple on the block," Agent Baxter suggested. We nodded mutely. "We could put in a word with the locals, if you think it could help. But, it would be an unofficial request at this point."
"Yeah, it would help. Please talk to them. Their resources are as stretched as yours are. Just hearing a vague complaint from us won't get any action," Dave sighed. I kept my mouth shut. I knew that Robocop and a couple of friends had promised to keep an eye on things, but getting something official would make it easier for them.
"Keep us in the loop as much as you can, please," I begged. (I do "helpless" really well.)
"We'll tell you what we can. Don't expect a progress report every week, but we'll update you periodically," Stoner promised solicitously.
The agents rose. "Keep your heads down and don't take unnecessary risks on the road or at home," Baxter warned. "These people are serious and sick. They believe in their hatred. Only jail or death will stop them. And I'd not mention this conversation to anyone. The fewer who know about Mason's involvement, the better."
We said our goodbyes at the curb. Reed came over to us. "You look the worse for wear. Not particularly good news, right? About this mess in Vancouver?" We only stared at him, not sure what to say. "Conspiracy theorists will have a field day on this one," he laughed.
"Yeah, well, sometimes even the paranoid are right," Dave sighed.
"That bad?"
"Bad enough," I said, adding my sigh to Dave's.
"But, you still need to eat and you still need to fight off the press," Reed smiled. "Come with me, gentlemen. Dinner awaits!"
"Sure, Reed," Dave finally smiled. "We'll follow you over." On the way over, Dave was a bundle of nerves. "This has got me freaked!" he admitted.
"You want me to drive?" I asked. "You're a little preoccupied, Dave."
"Yeah, I think you'd better, at the next light." We traded places quickly with both of us running around the car (as the bucket seats didn't allow us either of us to slide over). I'm sure we looked like crazy men. Dave let out a big, relaxing sigh. He was feeling better already. "Thanks, I was seeing assassins at every intersection and not paying attention to my driving. I couldn't do both, obviously. Thanks for springing me."
"Sure, Love." We rode in silence for a few more blocks. "You think Mason is wacko enough to do anything?"
"No, not personally, certainly nothing violent. But, he'd sure hire it done, if he knew where to go, and thought it couldn't be traced back to him," he spat.
"Getting some television time got us exposed, I suppose," I pointed out. "And the station manager promising to not let hate in his broadcasts is gonna piss the old boy off."
"That it will," Dave laughed. "I'd loved to have seen the old goat's face when the station manager quoted me."
"He may be so blinded by his hate that he doesn't see that he supports it, Dave. He may see it as his fundamental American right to say and fund what he pleases."
"Could be," Dave said thoughtfully.
"If anything should happen, he'll be at the top of the suspects list. He can't be so stupid as to NOT know that," I offered.
"Damn! I should have asked those FBI guys if they've even talked to him, just to scare him a little bit," Dave fumed.
"That could be tipping their hand, Dave."
"But, it could also save our asses!"
"We'll leave that up to Bill Dundee and friends. Let's call him and let him know the FBI is interested in our safety, too."
Dave pulled the cell phone off his belt, keyed in a few digits to retrieve Robocop's phone number, then, autodialed it.
"I didn't catch you with your legs in the air, did I?" Dave laughed into the receiver.
"Pity," he added. "I know Bob loves that hot, milking ass." He paused to listen. "You PIG!" he laughed. "Well, yeah, we're just as bad," he sighed, laughing again and smiling at me. "Say, Bill, the reason I called was to tell you we got a visit from the FBI this afternoon. Yeah, that's right, the Feds. They're going to unofficially request your Police Department keep an eye on us. There are some ugly things going down that they told us about. I don't know if they'll brief you on it or not. I'll leave that up to them." He paused. "I'd better let them tell you that. I'm not sure what I can divulge." He listened, again. "Thanks, Bill. We'll be careful."
Arriving at Reed's home, we pulled beside his car in the double driveway. He let us in with a key, calling out to his lover, James, that we'd arrived. James appeared from the direction of the kitchen, smiling. "Hi, Lambchop," he grinned to Reed and pecked him on the lips. "And you're Dave and Mike," he smiled, extending his hand in greeting.
"Guilty," Dave smiled back, accepting the handshake. I greeted him in like manner. James was gorgeous! He stood about 5'9", packed with muscles, weighed about 170 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes that twinkled, and a killer bubble butt that you could bounce quarters off and get change. His nylon jogging shorts and deck shoes didn't hide much of anything. James is a hottie, I concluded. Instantly, I wondered if Reed was the one who wanted the monogamy, just so he could keep that hot ass for himself.
"Dinner will be in about 30 minutes," James said over his shoulder as he walked back toward the kitchen. "Come on in and watch while I finish up a few things. Wine is chilled and ready to be poured."
"I could use a tall one," Dave sighed.
"Tough day at the office?" James asked solicitously.
"No, a visit from the FBI," Dave admitted.
"DAMN! Nothing too upsetting, I hope."
"We've heard more encouraging news."
"Anything I can do to help? A shoulder to cry on?"
"Just a tall one," Dave smiled back.
"Coming right up!" Reed announced. "We'll start with a white and go to a red with dinner."
"I'll stick with the whites," I said. "Reds give me a headache."
"Same for me," Dave added.
"I'm with you on that," James laughed. "I don't like reds, either. But, Reed loves them, so we always have some in the house. You want red with dinner, Reed?"
"Whatcha makin'?"
"Pork medallions on the grill, with garlic and a light application of that Cajun mix, just the way you like it," James smiled. Reed gave him a big kiss for the Cajun mix of spices. I wasn't so sure that it wouldn't be too hot for me, but if it were a light application, I should survive.
"And what goes with it?" Reed pressed.
"Normandy mix of veggies, a light, tossed salad, garlic bread, and lemon sorbet," James replied, his head in the refrigerator, searching for something.
"Yeah, I love tossing your salad, Babe!" Reed smiled lecherously, grinding his hips into James' bent over form. James wiggled his ass, grabbed Reed with both hands, and pulled him harder into him.
"But, NOT in front of our guests!" James protested good-naturedly, pushing Reed away.
"We weren't concerned. We've done worse in front of our guests," Dave laughed.
"I'm sure you have," James grinned. "How can you keep your hands off each other ALL the time? You're both SO hot!"
"It isn't easy," I laughed. "He's a total stud and the best sex I've ever had in bed or elsewhere, top or bottom!"
"You both get fucked?" James wondered.
"Oh, yeah!" Dave confirmed. "I'll take that big dick up my ass as often as he'll fuck me."
"As do we," James laughed. "Insatiable for dick up the butt. I swear we've fucked in every room of the house, SEVERAL times."
"How long have you been together?" I asked.
"Just a year," Reed said, offering us our chilled beverages. "He chased me until I caught him," he laughed.
"It was very mutual. His hot Cajun looks still make my dick hard every time I look at him," James sighed.
"And his boy-next-door appeal is so HOT to me. That, and his bubble butt and monster dick!"
"You're both hot men," Dave assured them. "But, you've taken yourselves off the market, Reed tells us."
"Yeah, we're doing the monogamy thing," James confirmed with an audible sigh. "So far, it seems to be working. But, that's not to say that we don't look over the menu, even though we're on a diet. We just don't sample."
"But, let me say right up front," Reed smirked, "guys like you make us both crazy! Last night while we were watching the news, they put on that clip of your press conference in the front yard. James nearly wet himself he was so in lust with both of you. And who are those mountains that were standing on the steps behind you?"
"Our neighbors," Dave grinned. "They live right behind us."
"Gotta be gay!" James laughed. "They're too fuckin' gorgeous not to be."
"You have them pegged," I agreed.
"You done 'the nasty' with them?" James smiled coquettishly.
"Of course!" Dave smirked. "That kinda beef can't be ignored."
"They big where it counts?" James pressed.
"My boyfriend's a size queen, in case you didn't know," Reed laughed.
"We all are," Dave allowed. "The ones who aren't are liars!"
"That's always been my opinion," James insisted. "So, are they packin'?"
"Big time!" I confirmed. "The big bodybuilder has about 10 and the college boy has a modest 12."
"INCHES?" they both shouted. "FUCK!"
"Very well, I might add," Dave laughed rubbing his hard, muscle butt.
They laughed. "Makes me wanna rethink our monogamy," Reed mused, with a wicked smiled directed at his lover.
"You are SUCH a tramp!" James laughed. "But, I know those guys would sure weaken my resolve, too. But, not nearly as badly as you two have. Hold me back, Reed! I wanna molest them both, NOW!" he cackled. "Stud muffins of all colors do that to me. How can a chaste girl like me resist?"
"Down, James!" Reed commanded, but laughing. "How can I control you when my own control is weakening badly?"
"Then, we have a deal. We're gonna do both of them!" The timer on the microwave went off. "Shit! What lousy timing! Dinner will burn if I don't get out there and turn the medallions over," he sighed.
"Let me help," I offered. Dave winked at me. I wondered if he was going to work on Reed. That's sure what I had in mind for James. James handed me the platter and directed me outside. We went through the back door onto the deck where the built-in grill was.
He turned over the meat, then, stuck a meat thermometer in each medallion in turn. "They seem to be nearly done, already," he said. He backed into me, rubbing his round, bubble butt into my crotch. "And I'm so close to beggin' you to fuck me right here that I can't trust myself! You are SUCH a hot daddy!"
"It seems to me that you and Reed have some negotiating to do," I pointed out, holding on to his narrow hips and grinding my lengthening dick into his sweaty, barely covered, ass trench. My threadbare cutoffs and his nylon shorts left little to the imagination. He reached his hands behind both of us and pulled me hard into his butt. "Damn! You've got one hot ass," I whispered into his ear as one hand strayed to one of his erect nipples and the other to his thick rod. "Real nice dick, too. I'll bet it'd feel great up my ass."
"You'd never feel my nine inches after what you've been taking from Dave," he groaned pulling harder on my ass and grinding his butt into my thick dick. "He's gotta have a monster dick from what I've seen in his shorts."
"I guess eleven inches qualifies as monster," I smiled and kissed him on the neck. "But, I have excellent control. I know this thick meat would feel good for both of us in my butt channel." I squeezed his fat dick, again.
"Geez! I could cum right here," James moaned. "I wanna get both of you in the sack so BAD!" I humped his butt slowly, grinding my dick into him. My chest-rubbing hand moved to his ass and disappeared down the back of his shorts into his deep ass canyon. "Feels real nice in here," I complimented, touching his winking pucker. "But, my dick would feel better than my fingers."
"I'm sure it would," he agreed, bending over farther, pulling his shorts below his round butt orbs, and spreading his hard ass melons. I popped several buttons on my cutoffs and rubbed the fat, leaking head across his tight pucker. "Damn! Big fuckin' dick! I want you to fuck me, Mike!"
"You're monogamous," I reminded him, but my fat, leaking dickhead skidded up his fuzzy ass trench, anyway. He grabbed the thick shaft with his hard butt cheeks; and squeezing the head, rolled out several clear drops of precum. I nearly shot!
"If we had some lube, I'd take it up my butt, right now!" he said hotly, then, pulled away. "But, dinner'll burn if we don't stop." He turned and looked down at my fat, jerking 9" dick. "However, I could suck you off," he offered.
"And I'm close enough to cumming that it wouldn't take more than a few seconds, but I don't wanna be the reason you two broke up. Your monogamy agreement is something you need to discuss with Reed. And SOON!"
"Yeah, this just confirms it," he grinned, squeezing my large dickhead again, producing more precum. He licked it off his fingers. "I'll bet your cum is even better."
"Dave thinks so."
He pulled his shorts back over his round bubble butt and sighed. "I'm sure he does."
"Dave and I have been having discussions in the opposite direction," I said, slightly changing the subject, refastening my shorts.
"You're kidding!" I shook my head. "Why would you do that? Those neighbor studs would be far too much temptation for me to handle. I could never go back to monogamy after sampling those incredible men."
"Well, that's part of the problem," I agreed. "That, and the assortment of muscle men at the gym."
"Oh, Lord, don't I know it. That's one of the reasons that we've equipped a gym in the house. We could never be monogamous with all that naked beef on the hoof," he smiled, loading the platter with grilled medallions of pork.
"Same discussion for us. But, we haven't even thought about how we could make it work, IF we wanted to be monogamous. The discussion has never gone that far."
"Well," he sighed, opening the back door for me, "frankly, I don't know how much longer I can hold out. You're not my first temptation, Mike. I've resisted the others, so far, but not by very much. I could have easily lost it with you." He paused, closing the door behind us. Then, he continued in hushed tones, "Don't get me wrong. Reed's a wonderful, hot lover. But, the thirst for the untried, big dick or hot ass is practically unquenchable."
"You won't get an argument outta me," I confided. "Dave's so new at this that he needs to find his way without me pressuring him."
"New at what?" Reed asked, overhearing us as we walked into the dining room.
"New at being queer," I smiled.
"Oh?" Reed asked. Dave launched into the tale of how I seduced him, making sure our guests got all the hot, sexual details. Their crotches bulged in appreciation. "It couldn't have been that easy!" Reed protested.
"If you have a willing seducee, it sure is," I pointed out.
"And an incredibly sexy, warm, patient, and talented seducor!" Dave agreed.
"He had to be more than a little curious about the man-to-man thing or it would have gone nowhere before I got to first base," I added. "But, I was getting cues that indicated Dave was receptive."
"You were taking one helluva risk, Mike," James said. "I'd have been fearful that Dave'd pound my ass into the wall, if he'd not been receptive."
"With a bubble butt like yours?" Dave laughed. "Doubtful any man could resist."
"I sure can't," Reed agreed, patting James on the ass as he sat at the table.
"So, how'd you guys meet?" Dave asked, as we began eating.
"Not a lot to tell and I still can't believe it," James laughed heartily. "We met on- line, would you believe? We were chatting for about half an hour one Sunday morning."
"Then, that evening, I called James about eight o'clock. We didn't finish until like 2:30 in the morning!" Reed laughed. "I guess we had a lot to say."
"So, we set a date for Monday evening, and the rest is history," James finished.
"How did you decide on monogamy?" Dave asked.
"We kinda fell into it," Reed stated. "After a couple of months of non-stop sex, we had the discussion about barebacking and how much we both loved it. So, to get there, we had to practice monogamy for six months, minimum.'
"To keep that going," James interrupted, "we've agreed that monogamy is what we'll continue practicing. However, we've also been talking about opening up the relationship, but haven't figured out how, without compromising how much we love barebacking."
Dave grinned at me and nodded. "Well, you could do like we do," I suggested. Immediately, their interest peaked. "Rigorously safe with everyone else, but bareback ONLY with each other."
"And that really works?" Reed asked, his mouth agape.
"Yes," Dave smiled. "Well, we've had a few slips, but not as bottoms."
"Oh, there's a tale to be told here," James leaned in.
"You tell them, Mike," Dave suggested. So, I told them about Kurt's 18th birthday barebacking celebration and my cousin Josh's cum-flooded butt. "And we only fuck around when the other partner is there," I added.
That surely gave them something to ruminate on. I think they were looking for an excuse and a way to get it on with other guys, but didn't want to lose what they had. That's every man's wish, it seems.
After dinner, James loaded the dishwasher, toasted us with after-dinner drinks, and sent us off to the den to discuss business with Reed while he surfed the television channels. "Try not to molest our guests while you're sequestered in the den, Lambchop," James smiled. "But, if you can't resist, CALL me! I'll be there in a heartbeat to get their pants down!" he tossed over his shoulder. I thought he was teasing, but I couldn't be sure after that short "chat" on the deck before dinner.
We sat in the comfortable leather side chairs while Reed sat at his desk. He smiled. "First, I want to thank you for coming over. James is gonna be insatiable tonight because you're here. The hotter the men he sees during the day, the more ardent his lovemaking at night." We smiled at his directness. "And, second, I'm going to tell you what I'll do to keep the press off your backs. But, I don't want a decision tonight. You have enough things on your mind right now with the FBI. You probably won't remember most of what I'm about to say, anyway. So if we have another session, I'll repeat some or all of this. However, you need something to think about other than the FBI right now. So here it is."
He launched into how he'd be the gatekeeper for all press contacts. We'd simply refer all questions and requests to him. He'd weed through them and present the worthy ones to us. But, we'd have to discuss which types of media we felt comfortable dealing with. He went over a short list with us to get some ideas, but our minds weren't on topic. Somewhere in there, he mentioned his fee, but I couldn't tell you what he'd said. "Let's let this sit for now, and we'll come back to it another time. You need some time to digest all this." he smiled. "Besides, I'm hungry for some of that lemon sorbet that James promised earlier."
"Good plan," Dave sighed. "I'm sure you could see how distracted we were."
"Even a blind man would have sensed it."
"Thanks for being understanding," I smiled. "I know we need you or someone like you. This is driving both of us crazy."
"Let's give it a couple of days. Today's Monday. How's Wednesday afternoon?" Reed suggested looking over his appointment calendar.
"Could we make it tomorrow afternoon, instead?" Dave pled. "We're trying to reserve Wednesdays just for us."
"Uh, yeah," replied Reed, referring to his desk calendar, again. "I can see you after three."
"That'll work fine. Thanks, Reed," Dave said shaking Reed's hand in agreement. I did the same. After sorbet, we chastely kissed them both and left.
As we were driving back home, Dave grinned salaciously, "You get anywhere with James?"
"Sorta," I smiled. "If we'd had lube and a condom, he'd have had my dick up his ass for sure. As it was, I slid my dick up and down his deep butt trench. But, dinner was gonna burn if we kept that up, so he squeezed my hard dick and licked the precum off his fingers. We had to get our dicks to go down before we went back in the house, but it wasn't easy looking at that hot body and incredible butt of his. He seems to have liked my looks, too."
"Who wouldn't?" Dave agreed.
"So, how'd you do with Reed?"
"If you hadn't come through the back door when you did, my dick would have been up his ass, bareback, I'm sure."
"Yeah? How'd that happen?"
"He came on to me very strong. He got up from his chair the minute you guys left and worked on my shoulders and pecs, telling me how much he liked them. Then, his hand went to my nearly stiff dick. You know how these shorts don't hide much of anything. Well, he worked my dick until it was hard and dripping. He licked his fingers off several times, and was just falling to his knees to suck it when you came through the back door."
"He doesn't seem to have any problems with monogamy," I observed.
"Oh, he does!" Dave countered. "But, my dick was too much for him. He was losing control, no matter how many times I mentioned his vow of monogamy."
"Yeah, same for James," I said. "I sure hope they have that chat soon. One or both of them will stray VERY soon."
"I had my hand down his pants, front and back, so I know he's got a nice ass and a big dick, too," Dave admitted.
"Same here. He's says it's nine inches, and I sure believe him. A real nice one," I smiled. "And that ass. Lord, have MERCY!"
"Reed's is probably about the same size. His dark, good looks were so HOT! I'd have gladly let him suck me off. But, I think he was more interested in getting fucked. He just wanted to see if he could get my big dick in his mouth and down his throat, sorta getting it wet before he backed up on it."
"James was more direct. As soon as we got outside, he wanted to be fucked and said as much."
"Well, I'm willing to fuck either of them," Dave grinned as we pulled into our driveway.
"That makes it unanimous!"
We were set on continuing our volunteer work at PFLAG Tuesday morning, but we'd become such celebrities that we couldn't function effectively with the staff stopping by to chat all the time. We left before ten o'clock, and headed for the gym. But, that was nearly a bust too, with all the well-wishers coming by to talk. However, we did get our "legs day" in and completed.
Trevor wasn't there as it was his day off. A few of the muscle heads were obviously uncomfortable around us. It had to be because they now KNEW we were gay, instead of suspecting it. They made sure that their backs were turned to us in the showers and locker room. If they'd only known how much we enjoyed looking at their muscular butts instead of their tiny dicks! However, our other friends made up for it with a few revelations of their own sexual proclivities.
By Tuesday afternoon, we were ready for Reed's visit. However, our first visitor of the afternoon was Bill Dundee, Robocop. "Afternoon, gentlemen," he smiled. His partner smiled warmly, too. "The Department has been asked by the FBI to take some extra swings through the neighborhood for the next few weeks. So, don't be alarmed if we seem to be more visible than normal. If the neighbors should mention it, just tell them you hadn't noticed. There's no point in fanning the conspiracy fires, or fears that some crazies are on the loose."
"Thanks, Officer, uh, Dundee," Dave grinned reading the name badge. "And Officer Blake," Dave added shaking their hands.
"I feel safer already," I said. "How much of a briefing did you get from the FBI?"
"Enough to know that you have some powerful people mad at you," Officer Blake said. He was a nice-looking, well-built man, but compared to Robocop, he looked puny. He stood about 5'11" and weighed about 190, very solid pounds. But, that didn't compare to 6'6" and at least 250 pounds on Bill Dundee. Still, I'm sure he could take care of himself. "If the neighbors do press the issue, just tell them that we're seeing too many accidents and too much speed in your neighborhood. It would probably do them all good to slow down, anyway" he grinned.
"No doubt," I agreed.
"If you see something out of the ordinary, call us," Robocop instructed. "Here's a number that will dispatch us right away. One of us won't be more than a couple of minutes away," he said handing me a business card. I put it in my pocket. "I'd suggest that you keep it in your hand long enough to put it in a place where you can locate it right away. You won't want to be searching through pants pockets for a number during an emergency." I thought that was an odd request, but I pulled it back out and held it.
After they'd gone, Dave turned to me. "Didn't you think it a little odd that he told you to hang on to that business card?"
"I sure did. I wonder what he was trying to tell us," I said turning the card over. Scribbled on the back was the name and phone number of the tape duplicating company that he'd promised to give us, so we could send that news piece and editorial to other television stations. We smiled at his ingenuity. He'd also scrawled, "Wanna fuck?" We laughed at his eagerness to play "hide the wiener" with us, again.
"You think Officer Blake is straight?" I pondered.
"As a string," Dave answered. "That's why I thought it better to pretend that we didn't know Robocop. Guilt by association still holds a lot of power."
"Have you thought more about Reed's proposal?"
"Yeah, at least the parts I remember," Dave replied. "We need him. It's that simple. We don't know how to handle the press without getting into a pissing match with them. And they have the microphones, we don't. So, there's no way to win one-on-one with them. We need Reed. Besides, I'd rather give my money to gay men than straight ones, when there's a choice to be made."
"I agree. Do you remember what he charges?"
"Only vaguely. But, we need him and we've got the money, so it doesn't matter." I nodded my head absently. I know he's right, but I can be so tight with money. I hate parting with it, even for something this necessary. I had to get over that character flaw.
Reed was prompt, even a little early. He gave us the pitch again, but this time we listened to the details. His offer of assistance was just what we needed. We sealed the agreement with a handshake. "I'll bring around the contract on Thursday, as I remember you keep Wednesday for yourselves." We told him of our idea to make copies of the news conference and station manager's editorial, and send it on to other news organizations. He pounced on the idea, spinning it "six ways to Sunday." "This is gonna be fun!" he exclaimed.
"There's a new gay mag called 'Hero'," I pointed out. "I like the idea of it and I think we should give them a shot at us, if they want it."
"Perfect," Reed said. "But, I'd caution against giving them an exclusive. There are too many, bigger fish out there that'll want a piece of you, too. And they won't be kind in their column inches if you cut them off."
"Agreed," Dave smiled. "We don't wanna piss anyone off, but we can't please everyone, either."
"I'll prepare a fast press release to my sources to let everyone know that they'll have to go through me to get to you," Reed thought out loud. "Uh, do you have an address or phone number for 'Hero'?" I checked the magazine and found a couple of ways to contact them via the internet, including a phone number for submissions. I thought that would have to do, as there didn't seem to be another way.
"Here's the list of news organizations which have called or left cards," Dave said, handing over his legal pad. "It's pretty long as you can see, Reed. I hope you can read my scribbles."
"No problem. The list is a long one," Reed smiled, scanning the list rapidly. "But, most of them are outfits I already know and have contacts in. The rest of them, well, I'll send them a nice letter, letting them know of your decision to hire me. They can figure it out from there."
"Thanks, Reed. You have no idea how much of a load off my mind this is," Dave sighed deeply.
"Me, too!" I added.
"Glad to be of assistance. My only concern is pissing off other clients who might have issues with me representing a very public, gay couple. But, fuck 'em. I'd rather be known as fair than chasing the almighty dollar," he said firmly.
"The football team comes to mind, doesn't it?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's the concern," he grimaced. "But, I'm not gonna bow to their money. Although the owners are politically conservative, I'm sure they're aware that there are gay players and staff in the organization. If it comes to it, I'll be sure to point that out to them, without naming names, of course."
"It's not like we're advertising our association with you on the front page. They're the only ones who will know about it, and no one else is gonna care," Dave averred.
"Probably," Reed agreed. "So, for now, we'll go with my plan. I'll group the ones I think you should see, and put the rest of them on the waiting list. That okay with you?" We nodded agreement. "Now that that's out of the way, I want you to know that James and I have decided to open up our relationship to include special friends, using the same criteria that you two use." We smiled broadly, expectantly. "So, uh, you guys busy tonight?"
We looked at each other, grinning. "Just an appointment with a couple of hot men. Your place or ours?" Dave asked.
"Ours, I think. We need familiar surroundings for our first venture outside the relationship," he offered.
"Fine with us. What time?" I asked.
"Uh, now, before dinner. And you can stay for that, too?" Reed asked hopefully.
"Sure, we can make an evening of it," Dave agreed.
"So, who do you wanna do first?" I asked as we drove over.
"I'm not proud," he laughed. "I'll fuck with either of them, and as top or bottom. You have a preference?"
"Well, I did get a good start with James. I wouldn't mind finishing that," I smiled.
"Yeah, I'd love to get into Reed's butt, too. But, they may have something in mind as our hosts."
"Perhaps. But, this is pretty unprofessional of us to be fuckin' the help," I laughed. "But, sluts and tramps like me have no morals, I guess."
"Reed's the one with the problem, not us," Dave corrected. "We're the clients and he shouldn't be fucking with us, I suppose."
"Well, it isn't like attorney/client or doctor/patient."
"Oh, trust me, I'm on YOUR side of this argument!"
"Okay, just clearing the air."
Reed greeted us at the door. "We're a little nervous about this, never having messed around with another couple. Anything I should keep in mind?"
"Just have a good time," I suggested. "And choose a partner to get it started. We can always trade off later, or for that matter, several times."
"I choose Mike, then," James shouted from the bedroom. "Hurry up before I chicken out!"
We scurried into the master bedroom. James was on all fours, his perky butt even better than I'd remembered it. I ripped off the few clothes I had on and moved in behind him. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. "You have no idea how nervous I am."
"Just relax, James," I soothed, stroking his flanks and kissing his hard butt cheeks softly. "This you'll enjoy!" I kissed closer to his pucker. My finger traced down his ballsac and wrapped around the root of his thick, jerking dick. I moved slightly, making the bed shift. My lips and tongue left a wet trail along his deep ass canyon, nearing his pulsating back door. Warm lips touched his pucker, then, a wet tongue.
"Oh, DAMN! How'd you know I love that? Reed tell you?" I made a noise like "no". "That's SO hot. I love having my bootie munched!" His hands pulled his melon cheeks farther apart. "Yeah, Mike! Ride that ass with your tongue." I smiled at his eagerness. Slowly jacking his fat, long dick, I massaged his rolling nuts.
"How hungry for dick are you, James?" I whispered into his ear several minutes later. Rubbing my hard, hairy chest into his back, I stabbed at this quivering hole with my leaking dick.
He turned his head and smiled, kissing me. "VERY hungry!" he whispered back. He handed me lube and a condom. I acknowledged his preparation with another kiss on the neck and ear. Glancing over at Dave and Reed, I found the reason for their noisy 69. Reed had nearly swallowed Dave's monster, while Dave was munching on Reed's pubes, having successfully swallowed Reed's thick butthole stretcher. Reed's hands were massaging Dave's broad, muscular shoulders and pecs, as he moaned in appreciation.
Having rolled on the condom, I quickly daubed lube on James' rear orifice and the tip of my bagged dick. With practiced fingers, I stretched open his butthole easily. His hungry butt eagerly relaxed. The thick, long tip of my rammer slid inside. His ass sphincter closed greedily around it and squeezed. I leaned over his back and pressed harder into him. He moaned with pleasure. I'd hit his prostate dead-on. After withdrawing slightly, I pushed deeper, then, withdrew again, hitting his prostate both times. Continuing a slow pace, I worked my fat dick in a fraction of an inch with each inward thrust. Buried to the hilt, I long-dicked him to a chorus of pleasured moans.
Dave and Reed had changed positions with Reed on his back and his legs pulled hard into his chest, with Dave's face up Reed's ass. The moans of joy coming from both of them nearly drowned out our own.
Inspiration struck! "How'd you like to fuck a tight, black ass as I fuck yours?" I nuzzled into James' ear. He looked at Dave's position and quickly agreed. I pulled out long enough for James to get into position. But, Dave's ass was too inviting for just a friendly fuck.
"I've never fucked a black man before," James admitted, sotto voce. "Nor have I munched on a black ass," he added gleefully, as his tongue slid from Dave's tailbone to his big nuts and back again. Dave wiggled his ass at the face servicing his butt. He'd heard James mention his virgin desires in Dave's direction. I plugged in again, pressing forward the full 9". James groaned and lapped harder at Dave's asshole.
"Kinda like that, doncha?" I smiled. He nodded, but didn't take his tongue out of Dave's butt. For another couple of minutes, James was busy at both ends.
"I gotta get me some dick in your boyfriend's ass, James," Dave grinned. "Come along now and see what you can do to satisfy my tail, too."
Hastily, Reed passed condoms and lube to both men. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be on the bottom of a dog pile," Reed smirked. "I'm gonna get my wish, it seems." Dave spread lube around Reed's butthole and pushed a couple of big fingers inside. "DAMN! You've got big fingers."
"All the better to stretch you open, so you can take what's comin' to ya!" Dave chortled.
"Go easy on that ass," Reed directed. "James is the biggest I've ever had."
"I always go easy," Dave assured him. "I know I'm not the easiest dick to take. But, I promise you, this will be the best time you've ever had with your clothes off. Except, of course, with your boyfriend." Dave pressed Reed's knees harder into Reed's chest and pressed his fat, black dick against the entrance to Reed's inner sanctum. "Relax, Man. You'll enjoy it." Reed exhaled a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He smiled up at Dave (working his dark nipples with his fingers), and relaxed. Dave's thick shaft burrowed several inches into him.
"Damn, that's nice," sighed Reed. "So thick and hot up my butt."
"Yeah, your boyfriend's dick feels the same way to my ass, too, Reed," Dave related. He leaned in and kissed Reed, several more inches pushed in. "HOT ass, Man!" Dave moaned. "REAL hot! Yeah, like that! Milk that fat dick!" Dave withdrew several inches. "Fuck! So nice to be fucked by a big one like Mike's and have a tight bootie eatin' my dick, too! DAMN!"
I was along for the ride. Each time James pushed forward, my dick was milked and tugged. He pulled back and impaled himself on my stiff shaft. James wiggled his ass on each withdrawal from Dave's ass. I wasn't sure if he was stirring Dave's hole or trying to force more inches up his own. For me, it made no difference. This was not going to take much longer. "I hope I'm not the only one about to cum!" I stammered through clenched teeth, trying to hold back.
"Go for it, Mike! I wanna feel you shoot hard into me," James begged. "Fuck me, Mike! Give me that big, daddy dick. Pound my hungry hole." I grabbed his hips and hammered his ass. There was no turning back, anyway. I might as well get full pleasure out of it.
And so, I did. It was shattering how hard I came. Dave's butt usually got a climax this big out of me, but not a stranger's ass. However, James' hard, muscled bubble butt was a wonder of nature! And I was taking full advantage of a breeding opportunity.
"Fuck! FUCK! FUUUCK!" I shouted as I emptied my nuts into the condom.
"Yeah, fuck me!" James insisted. I leaned over his back, trying to wrest control back to my body instead of my climax completely taking over. My hot breath, hard body, and fat dick up his butt hit James harder than he'd thought. "Oh, FUCK!" he whimpered, jetting cream into his condom, too. I could feel his climax waves crash over him, transferring to his ass channel, milking me harder with each new crest.
I pulled out, laughing. "Too sensitive to stay inside when you're milkin' me that hard, James!" He bleated out an apology, but his climax prevented him from adding any sincerity to it. He stayed glued to Dave's back. Dave worked his monster dick in long strokes, enjoying the depth and thickness that Reed could take, and the fat dick in his butthole.
"So fuckin' HOT!" Dave repeated. "Talented ass, Man!" Dave praised. "You didn't tell me you knew how to milk dick like this."
"Gotta keep some secrets in the family," Reed moaned as Dave went particularly deep. "But, you keep that up and you'll force the cum right outta my nuts!" he warned. James quickly moved in, sucking on his lover's dick. Evidently, James loved cum as much as I did. "Ah, GEEZ! Gonna cum!" Reed shouted. Dave hammered him rapidly now. He hit Reed with short strokes, sure to hit Reed's prostate and give Dave added stimulation to the nerve bundle under the head of his throbbing dick. "Ah, SHIT!" Reed blared, bucking beneath Dave and forcing his fat 9" man meat down James' throat. As easily as James took it, he was no stranger to that much dick in his face.
"Gonna blow!" Dave moaned. I slipped a finger into Dave's lubed ass, massaging his prostate shamelessly. "Gonna cum, Reed! FUCKIN' CUM!" he roared, and pounded hard into Reed's milking channel, blasting ropes of heavy man seed into the protective rubber. "DAMN!" Dave bellowed. "Fuckin' LOAD!" he moaned through pursed lips. Dave's ass nearly bit my finger off. I wished my dick had been in there when he'd cum. I love his ass muscles squeezing down hard on my fat dick.
We cleaned up, showered, and had a light dinner. But, our hosts wanted another round after a couple more hours. We traded partners, but were the tops again. That wasn't a bad idea, though. Reed's butt was nearly as good as Robocop's for milking skill. If I hadn't cum just a couple hours earlier, he'd have gotten my nut in less than a minute. As it was, it took him five minutes.
Dave wasn't so lucky. James' hot bubble butt was more than Dave could tolerate for long. In less than three minutes, James experienced the joy of a monster 11" dick jerking dick gravy into a condom, deep in his ass.
We left two satisfied (no longer monogamous) men at the doorway as we said our good nights.
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