All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 71--Surveillance
A police car sat at the curb, shielded by the low trees in our neighbor's yard across the street. He was hidden well enough that only cars coming up behind him or at him would notice the light bars. Otherwise, it was like any other dark car parked on a neighborhood street. As we walked up from the driveway to the steps, we waved to him. He flashed his headlights in response.
"Nice to have him nearby, but scary that he might be needed," Dave whispered.
"Let's just go with the first part," I offered.
Inside, we took a shower together and tumbled into bed. Dave's beautiful butt beckoned to me. "You know," I smiled in the dark, "that ass of yours got my dick interested in more fun."
"I noticed."
"Did you, now? And what do you think we oughta do about it?"
"Well, let's see. I got fucked tonight, but I didn't get my regular drink of creamy sperm. Some rubbery thing go in the way," he said rubbing my hairy chest. "You got any left?" he added, his hands straying to my hard dick and full nuts.
"Shall we see?"
"Won't be able to see, but I know I'll be able to feel you blast your cum inside me, Babe," he whispered kissing me.
"You know just what to say."
"I could have said anything and you'd still get hard and wanna fuck my ass."
"I'm not stupid! I know a hot ass when I feel one," I said caressing his black, melon cheeks. "Or eat one," I suggested, rolling him on to his stomach and tonguing my way down his spine and into his deep ass trench.
"James sure has a hot ass," he moaned, spreading his hard butt cheeks for me to get deeper. "Those bubble buns made me wanna fuck 'em. Yeah, that's it, Mike. Yeah, like that," he urged. I worked lower with my lips and tongue (reminding him that HIS bubble butt was the topic of conversation here, not James'), but I hadn't reached his back door. Yet. "You must think I'm the easiest lay in town," Dave sighed contentedly.
"No, I don't," I smiled after licking down to his tight pucker. "I am!" I pulled his bubble butt farther apart and slurped at his perineum, avoiding his rosebud for the moment. He raised his hips and separated his muscular globes more with his big hands. Subtlety wasn't called for now. "Yeah, you know what I like," I moaned, giving his fuzzy nuts a quick tongue bath, then, sped to his offered tunnel entrance.
My long tongue licked greedily at his offered pucker for several minutes. One, then both, of Dave's hands pressed against the back of my head, urging me on. "Fuck me, Man! I wanna feel that big dick deep in my ass and your hairy chest rubbing against my back." He handed me lube and added, "And this is gonna be a long ride, so we'll need the extra lubrication." Whether he thought I'd cum twice already tonight and would take more time for a third one, or he wanted a long ride was beside the point. He knew what he enjoyed: my dick deep in his ass making love to him.
I mounted him slowly, feeding my fat dick into his munching orifice. I kissed his neck and earlobe, breathing hotly my love for him. His hips rose suddenly, gulping down the last two inches of thick shaft. He sighed pleasurably. "Damn! That feels good," I whispered. His ass muscles pulled and milked at my sperm launcher. "You've got the best ass for fucking. Those hard muscles, deep hole, hot body, and milking skills would make a eunuch cream. DAMN!" I groaned. He moaned as I pulled out several inches and repeatedly jabbed at his prostate with my big cockhead. "You like that, doncha?" I smiled.
"Fuck, YEAH!" he groaned. "You can fuck me all night doin' that!" I pulled him tighter into me, my coarse chest hairs lightly chafing his skin, my dick drilling deeply, again. "Gawd! I love it when you do that. I feel so possessed and loved." For the next fifteen minutes, we made love. We tried every position Dave thought of, each time bringing us to new heights of pleasure. My bull nuts were boiling and begging for release.
"You're gonna take such a load up your ass this time," I warned him when we were fucking face to face. He pulled me down and kissed me passionately.
"I hope so," he grinned. I moved a free hand to his throbbing dick and jacked him slowly, in rhythm to my leisurely thrusts up his butt. "But, I'm gonna shoot too soon if you keep doing that." His strong hands rested on my butt cheeks, but now held me tight against his hungry, round, muscled butt. "I'm gonna cum, if you don't back off," he groaned through clenched teeth. He held his breath. I felt his dick jerk in my fist, once, then, again. Cloudy juices flowed from the gaping piss slit. Spasms pulsed through his body. My dick felt two quick, milking grips from his ass channel.
"Geez! You ARE close," I marveled.
He sighed. "That prerelease should keep me from cumming soon," he hoped. I leaned over and sucked the errant sperm from the tip of his dick, then, kissed him again, sharing my bounty.
"Tastes as good as always," I smiled.
"I kinda liked it, too," he beamed, smacking his lips. "Lots more where that came from."
"I aim to make you prove that," I grinned resuming my slow thrusts into him. "Don't touch your dick. I wanna see if I can make you cum just by fuckin' you."
"Yeah, love that!"
I leaned in and kissed him, again. I held his hands down on the bed, so he couldn't stroke his long, fat dick. "Just relax and enjoy what I'm doing for you. Close your eyes and concentrate on the feel of my dick deep inside you. Feel your big dick pulse and throb each time I hit your prostate," I droned quietly. I didn't want to put him to sleep, but I did want him to focus on getting fucked. Riding his ass with deliberate, shallow pumps, I worked on hitting his prostate with my fat, flared dickhead with each thrust and withdrawal. Waves from his milking, ass-chute muscles washed over my thick shaft and sensitive cockhead.
Despite my best efforts to bring him to climax, I'd be hitting mine first. There was no holding back. This wasn't a race, but I was disappointed that I hadn't succeeded. I held my breath, thought of the attack on the Consulate, thought of my sisters, anything to delay the inevitable. Nothing worked. I came hard. "FUCK!" I shouted and shoved hard and deep into Dave, unleashing a torrent of heavy, dick cream. I pulled back and rammed hard again.
"Yeah, FUCK ME!" Dave pled. "I'm so fuckin' CLOSE!" I tried to regain control and short-dick him, so his prostate would be ravaged, and he'd shoot his load without jacking himself. But, my need to sow my creamy seed overwhelmed me. Each attempt to pull out and rub the firing head of my fat dick against his prostate was thwarted by my squirting dick thrusting hard back into him. My nuts kicked three more times, draining additional cum down my long shaft and into Dave's deep hole. The lubricating dick honey made the friction of fucking his hungry ass better with each long thrust. I ground in my fat, 9" dick as deeply as possible. My dick fired again, but not as hard. I pulled back and rubbed fast on his prostate before my next climax wave unexpectedly crested and slammed me into him, again. My sensitivity index was climbing rapidly. I couldn't stroke him much more.
But, it was enough. "Ah, SHIT!" my Nubian prince bellowed. My eyes popped open in time to see creamy ball juice bubble from the tip of his horse dick. His body convulsed, his ass channel grasping my shooting dick hard. More cum shot from his dick, falling on to his hard abs. I leaned in fast, opened my mouth, and sucked warm sperm from his black dickhead. "FUCK!" he shouted and crammed his dick several inches into my face. His dick sprayed hard against the back of my throat, his back arching to bury his dick farther. Dave's hands pushed my head deeper on to his firing prong. I resisted, wanting to taste his load, not just swallow it.
I grabbed his big nuts and pulled. My tongue lashed at the sensitive head. He shot more dick gravy, but backed off trying to ram his 11" fuck hose down my throat. I sucked harder, rolling his nuts in my fingers, bathing his fat dick in cum and saliva. My slowly shrinking dick rammed forward, hitting his prostate, again and again. I was rewarded with more heavy squirts of his thick cream. Spent, I pulled off his monster.
We cleaned up and lay next to each other. "Gawd, I love your cock up my ass," Dave whispered as he kissed me. "Only you know how to get me to shoot after I've already dumped a couple of big loads."
"You did seem to enjoy James and Reed tonight," I grinned, returning to a conversation he'd tried to start at an inappropriate moment.
"Yeah, that tight, bubble butt of James' is so sweet. He's a hot fuck, but you know how to get me off. Reed was a great bottom, too, but I still like the way you do it better."
"Fucking with you is always better, no matter the other partners we've had in bed."
"But, I do feel kinda badly about pushing them into not being monogamous anymore," Dave sighed. "I think the only monogamous men we know are your Uncle Clay and Linc."
"Joe and Ray are gonna give it a shot, they said," I reminded him.
"Yeah, but I don't know if they'll be able to. They're both such hotties. They'll have guys hittin' on 'em all the time. And Ray has a whole new city of men he hasn't fucked. It'll be toughest for him."
"If he loves Joe enough, he'll make it," I suggested.
"Perhaps. But, I think Joe has a need to get fucked a lot. I sure hope Ray is up for the challenge. Joe's had longer, if not thicker dicks. It'll be hard for him to pass up those big ones he loves so much."
"Speaking of big ones, Ben called to say that Junior were gonna be in town this weekend and was hoping we could get together for dinner," I remembered. "You okay with that? I didn't agree, yet."
"It'd be good to see them again. Tell them, 'yes'."
"Help me remember to call Ben in the morning. You know how forgetful I can be when it comes to social events."
"Which reminds me," Dave mused, "when's that donor's banquet for PFLAG?"
"Soon, but I'm not sure when."
"Better call them first and find out before we agree to dinner with Ben and Junior. I think it's this weekend," Dave offered.
"Really?"
"Well, I'm not sure, but I think so."
"If it is this Friday, we'll try to schedule Junior and Ben for Saturday, and vice versa," I proposed. "Besides, I think they're fuckin' like rabbits, so we don't have to entertain them later, either."
"What makes you think that?"
"Oh, the message Ben left was pretty graphic in how much they love fucking all the time that they're together. He just happened to mention that he's fuckin' Junior now and they both love it. But, Junior's still the champ for ability to cum every ten minutes. Of course, Ben wasn't complaining about that. I think he was braggin' on Junior," I grinned.
"Well, that's fine with me. I prefer your company in bed, anyway," he laughed softly as he reached for one of my butt cheeks.
"You drifting toward monogamy, Dave?"
"Good Gawd, NO!" he laughed aloud. "I know it'd never work. Every time we find a hot man (whether he's an old friend or a new one), we wanna fuck with him. Maybe when I'm 80 and can't get it up any more!"
"Doubtful," I rejoined. "They'll have to put a 'speed bump' in your casket lid to take care of your hard dick stickin' up!"
Dave laughed. "We do love sex," he agreed.
Wednesday morning was overcast, but cleared by 10:00. I called PFLAG and found out that the annual dinner was indeed this Saturday evening. They confirmed that we were expected. I spoke for a moment with the local chapter president to confirm that there would be no mention of our gift to the organization. She said that the gift would be mentioned, but that the donor preferred to remain anonymous. We'd be asked to stand and be recognized with the rest of the volunteers when they got to that part of the program.
I called Ben (leaving a message that dinner with them would have to be Friday night or Sunday night if they wanted it to be this weekend).
We worked in the yard all day. Weeds needed to be pulled, the lawn mowed and edged, cars washed, raspberry canes trained, and grapevines pruned. Dave wore his "come fuck me" cut offs. I wore cotton shorts that showed off everything. Needless to say, Dave bent me over the dining room table when we went in for lunch at noon and ravaged me (willing victim that I was) with tongue and dick. His sweaty chest was glued to my back as he bellowed out his bull sperm into me.
For our afternoon break of iced tea and lemonade, we started out butt munching. I had every intention of banging his ass as fervently as he had mine. But, he slipped my dick down his throat as I sniffed and licked at his musky hole (I thought priming it for a grand entrance). Before I could get him warmed up enough to beg to be fucked, he'd drained the contents of my full nuts down his throat. My face buried up his ass as I came in his sucking face was one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. I'd remember the taste of a hot, hard, sweaty, funky ass whenever I got sucked off, again.
"Damn! You really unloaded," Dave praised. "I thought I'd drained you pretty good last night."
"You replenished my sperm volume with that hot fuck I got at noon."
"Not likely," he laughed getting up off the hard floor. "But, I'd gladly do it again. If you hadn't been so close to shooting, I'd have had that fat dick up my ass for sure," he grinned, batting at my softening dick as I tried to cram it back in my tight, cotton, workout shorts. A large, wet spot discolored the fabric over the tip of my sperm-draining dickhead. "You should have let me suck it longer," he giggled, squeezing the shaft and widening the resulting wet spot.
"It's a good thing we don't have anyone here to embarrass us. But, I'll wear this as a badge of honor," I added, pulling the shorts leg up and exposing my dick. "Wanna suck off the rest of the cum?" Dave dove for my dick and licked up the creamy treasure. He moved to my shorts and sucked them clean of cum, leaving an even bigger wet spot. I didn't care. If someone asked, the dampness happened when I was washing the cars. None of our gay friends would believe a syllable of THAT explanation. Of course, with the fabric drying stiffly, the car washing explanation would not fool anyone.
By four o'clock, we were done with the yard. We decided we'd had a sufficient workout, so we skipped our "shoulders day" at the gym. We showered (Dave plumbed my depths again in a monstrously deep fuck that nearly shot cum out my nose), ate a commercially prepared pan of lasagna that was VERY good, supported by garlic bread, and a nice wine that Dave picked out. This was our evening to be by our selfish selves, so we didn't care about how much roasted garlic we smeared on the bread.
Ben called and agreed to a Friday evening dinner at one of Junior's favorite restaurants in town. Junior would be arriving at noon, so by seven in the evening, they should be well drained enough of cum to be decent company. However, they wouldn't be dawdling over dinner, as they knew that within an hour of not fucking, they'd be eager to resume their couplings.
Friday, Reed met us for lunch. He went over his plan again for how he wanted to deal with the media. Presenting a short list of half a dozen names, he suggested which ones should be handled first. He'd make preliminary inquiries as to what they had in mind for the interviews. Half of them were doing feature articles in magazines or newspapers, the other half were looking at more in depth looks at us as a couple for television programs. We liked the direction of the second group, but thought (with Reed's help) we might be able to steer the first group away from the sensationalism of the incidents on the plane and at the Consulate. Print could be more thoughtful than television, anyway.
Reed made several phone calls, setting up times, places and dates for us to meet with the selected few. Dave had his PDA with him, so we knew what dates were open for us as well. With the primary listing resolved, we looked at the longer secondary list. Reed explained why several of the interviews requested weren't on the first list. "This magazine wanted to do a photo spread on you. It's called 'Couples'," Reed smiled. "However, the couples they put in it are all in very suggestive, nude poses. I didn't think you wanted to show it all, now that you're celebrities," he laughed. We nodded agreement. "However, I've enjoyed those big dicks and awesome bodies, so I understand why they'd want a better peek at you two."
"The answer's still no," Dave said firmly. "We have family considerations."
"I agree," I said, concurring with Dave. "I don't care personally, but I do care about rubbing our families' faces in it. That's just too much. Although, I'm sure it would give us some fan mail!" I laughed.
"You'd be sure of that!" Reed laughed with me. Dave didn't see the humor in it. Dealing with being an "out" gay man was still difficult for him, sometimes. "Do you see anyone on this list that you want to raise higher or bring to the first list?" Reed asked.
"Did you ever contact 'Hero' magazine?" I replied. "I don't see them on either list."
"I haven't heard back from them, yet," Reed said. "I'll call them, again. They may not be interested, though." As if on cue, his phone rang. "Yes! We were just talking about your magazine." He paused and grinned. "Yes, they specifically asked about you." He listened. "That's sounds good. What would be convenient for you?" He looked up at us and smiled, then, checked the schedule of interviews we'd already agreed to. "How much time would you think this might take? We have someone already scheduled that afternoon. I see. Well, we could do it two days later or one day earlier." He grinned and gave us a thumbs-up. Sure, Monday at nine will be fine." He gave them his office address, directions, and assurances that we'd be available all day for them.
"This looks like a very busy week for us, Reed," I observed. "I hope there's enough time in there for us to do other things."
"Just treat it like you would any work day you used to have. You'll have them outta your face no later than five each day, I promise ya."
Dave shrugged. I hadn't looked at it that way. It wasn't really that much of an imposition, and it would be over in a week. We wouldn't be able to volunteer at PFLAG, but with all the notoriety swirling about us, it would probably be better not to show up there for a week, anyway.
After the gym, we headed to the restaurant for dinner with Junior and Ben. Our evening with them was fun, but brief. They'd become quite the couple. The big, rangy Texan looked delicious in his tight Levi's. His monster dick was obvious to anyone with eyesight. And Ben's tall, slender build complimented him perfectly. His round, high ass had to be constantly pleasured to keep it as perky and hard as it was. Even Ben's big dick showed up, snaking down one leg, instead of being tucked away like it usually was. Junior was surely the match for him. Ben bounced into the restaurant with love in his eyes and a spring in his step that Junior's foot-long prong had recently satisfied repeatedly. But, Junior walked with more care. To us, it was evident that Junior had been ridden hard, and very recently. He smiled weakly. "That child can fuck and get fucked. He never tires."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Dave grinned.
"Well, I never thought I'd hear myself sayin' it, but that boy has certainly figured out how to drain my trouser snake," he whispered, sliding gingerly into his chair. "The only way I can keep that kid off my dick is to take his long, black horn up my butt," he laughed softly. "Damnedest thing I've ever experienced." He smiled warmly at Ben. "My reputation as a top's ruined, all because of YOU!" he laughed.
"You've met your match and then some, Junior; and you love it, so stop complainin'," Ben snickered, mimicking Junior's drawl. He leaned over the table and whispered, "It's always been a fantasy of mine to be gang raped by a room full of men, just so my ass could enjoy that much fuckin' and hammerin' climaxes up my ass. But, when I found Junior and learned he could cum every ten minutes, I knew I'd found somethin' even better. With him, you get it all the time. Now, just how often do you find a room full of men, all wantin' to fuck your ass? NEVER!" he laughed, answering his own question.
"Well, we're happy for both of you. It isn't often that you find two men with equal and very high sexual drives together," I said. "Damned rare, in fact. Most of the time, guys become partners because there are other things they love about each other, so both of them have to adapt their sexual drives to somewhat satisfy the other."
"What's our excuse?" Dave wondered with a smile.
"We happen to be one of those rare, happy couples where the sex and the relationship are wonderfully balanced to begin with," I told him, patting his hand, then, stroking his cheek. His hand dropped to my lap and lightly squeezed my basket.
"You got that right!"
"How often do you get to fly back to see Ben, Junior?" I asked, enjoying Dave's wandering hand caressing my expanding dick.
"Not nearly often enough," Junior sighed. "But, I'm workin' with the Dean of Admissions to get him admitted into University of Texas this fall. He's got the grades, but the time for applyin' is well past gone."
"They have the coursework you want there?" Dave asked.
"Yep. And my scholarships are transferable."
"Well, let us know if you need any help. I'm sure we know some people who could put in a good word for him," I assured him. I knew Uncle Clay could move mountains, if I asked him. He knew people from all over the world who owed him favors. But, I thought it best to let Junior and Ben work on it themselves, first.
After dinner, we gave them hugs and surreptitious gropes, then, sent them on their way. They probably didn't make it out of the parking lot before one of them had his dick out for the other to suck.
There was a note attached to our front door when we got home. The outside said, "The cops are watching us, wondering what we're doing." Inside the note was a more urgent request: "Come fuck us! Kurt and Gene."
Dave smiled at the crude invitation. "Wanna?"
"Any time with them is a good time," I smiled wickedly.
"I'll call them, then," Dave suggested. "Get a nice bottle of wine out of the wine fridge and let's go to their place. I don't think we oughta burden the cops with all the noise we'd be makin' in our house." That seemed reasonable to me.
The next hour we spent in their king-size bed. Everyone got fucked and everyone got off twice. Kurt, of course, got me to fuck him, but Dave insisted that Kurt's monster dick service his black ass, so we traded partners for the second round. Having Gene's muscle body and fat 10" dick service me was pure heaven. (You know what an easy lay I am for muscles!) Our bottle of wine disappeared after the first round and a magnum of champagne was killed after the second, but the champagne was consumed in their new kitchen. "We were concerned about your availability to entertain with all your new fame," Kurt said tentatively. "We don't want to impose or make your lives more complicated, but at the same time, Gene and I love fuckin' with ya!"
"And we've missed you, too," Dave laughed. "But, we weren't as blunt about it. However, I'm sure you found someone to warm your bed while we were gone."
Gene smiled sheepishly. "Well, we couldn't turn down that tight end ass of Len's or Will's, either."
"And the coaches," Kurt smiled, "how can you turn down any request from them?"
"But, our favorite has to be Jeremy. He's so fuckin' HOT!" Gene sighed. "Of course, that could have been because we were in our own bed when we were with him, instead of the training rooms for the football team with the others. We fucked with him nearly every night, even on the days when we fucked with the football team."
"When did you have time for each other?" I asked.
"Jeremy always went home to sleep," Kurt explained. "Three big men in a king size bed is still cramped." We acknowledged the obvious with a smile.
"You've had a busy week, then," I summarized.
"Not nearly as busy as yours!" Kurt laughed. "But, tell us more about that hot Marine you fucked."
Dave related our experiences with Dex Garvey, again, adding details, which had been left out of the other telling. "We hope he comes down for a visit on his next leave. You can meet him, then. He's a very hungry bottom."
"I think we'll not get him over here once," Gene protested. "You two will have him cornered and bred constantly from your description of him. We only got one shot at Preston remember! So, you'll never let Dex outta your sight."
"Jeremy seemed to do alright with him," Dave smiled.
"Make it worth our whiles and we just might let him loose for a few hours," I teased.
"How about if I let you fuck me all you want, Mike! Will that do?" Kurt offered.
"Same goes for me, Dave," Gene volunteered.
"We're fucked out tonight, guys," Dave sighed. "But, that's not much of an offer, you know. We know how eager you are to fuck with us, and us with you. So, I propose you share Jeremy with us, again, instead of monopolizing his time for yourselves."
They looked uncertain. Obviously, Jeremy had become more than a casual sex partner. "Lt. Garvey's worth it," I sang. They relaxed a little and smiled. "Trust me. He's even better than we described."
"Well, it's not like we have a chain on Jeremy and he can't fuck with whomever his wishes," Gene began.
"I suppose we could give him up maybe an evening a week for such a worthy cause," Kurt finished.
"Yeah, sure! What martyrs!" Dave laughed.
"Besides," I reminded them, "he has a flame burning for Preston, too."
"Yeah, Jeremy's mentioned him more than once in the heat of passion," Gene laughed. "It was really kinda funny how it slipped out. Every time one of us would be fuckin' him, he'd murmur Preston's name at least once. Evidently, he likes that teacher's style!"
"What he likes is that teacher's dick and the way he makes Jeremy feel when they're fucking," Dave suggested.
"Of that, we can be certain!" Kurt said. "He's smitten badly by the love bug over that man."
"But, distance is a major issue for them," Gene pointed out. "I think Jeremy's seriously looking at selling the Lexus line in Salt Lake City instead of here, because he knows it'll be tougher for Preston to leave his teaching job there."
"Well, Preston's young enough that he's not tenured yet," I recalled. "And, he complained more than once about how stifling Salt Lake City is to him. He may be looking for a reason to jolt him outta there. Who meets that qualification as nicely as Jeremy does for him?"
"Yeah," Gene sighed, smiling at Kurt, "when love hits ya that hard, there's no satisfying it without major lifestyle and even location changes." We nodded our agreement as they kissed.
"Might as well go home," Dave laughed. "The newly weds are gonna wanna fuck, again! They don't need a couple of old married guys to watch."
"Speak for yourself," I smiled. "I'd love to watch a couple of hot studs like these fuck all night!"
"Get your ass up and outta here!" Dave ordered smiling. "They don't need your kibitzing. Out!" he laughed pulling me out of the kitchen chair.
We showered again after the bedroom frolics at the neighbors. Before going to bed, I peeked out the dining room window to see if our police shadow was still there. He was. I waved, but he didn't acknowledge it. He probably couldn't see me in the darkened house, or wasn't looking this direction. Dave put his arms around me and held me closely. "Trying for a date with one of the cops?" I snuggled back into his broad chest.
"Only if it's Robocop," I whispered. "And only if you're with me." His large hands worked lightly over my furry pecs. "Good thing the curtains are closed. You got my dick waking up with that special touch of yours."
("Geez, would you look at that," the driver said. "They're standing right in front of the window, makin' out!")
("It's night. No one can see into their dark house," the passenger offered as explanation. "And we shouldn't be using these infrared magnifiers. FUCK! Look how hard and hot is dick is in this scope!")
"Which touch is that?" he nuzzled into my ear. "The one on your hairy chest or the one rubbing deeper into your ass trench?"
I moaned softly. "Both." We stood in the dark dining room, light jazz playing from the satellite channel, enjoying the touch of each other's warm skin. My hands were lightly caressing his rock hard ass melons. His brown hands alternated between my hairy chest and abs.
His lips whispered against my neck and ears, "Every time I get near you, I wanna make love to you, Mike. It's even worse when we're like this, skin to skin."
"Do you hear me complaining?" I whispered back to him, raising my head so he could kiss my neck in more places. "I can distinctly feel your love tube knocking on my ass checks, drooling precum down my trench."
("Nice ass on both guys," grinned the driver. "FUCK! Look at the size of that dick on the guy in the back!")
("The front one can't take that monster up his ass. Can he?")
"Let me get some lube, so we can do this right," Dave murmured. He lightly bit my neck before dashing into the bedroom for lube. I stood in front of the sheer-curtained window. With no light in the house, I was sure the officers couldn't see us. But, it was deliciously decadent of us to so blatantly make love in front of the large window. "Did you miss me?" Dave asked as he placed the pump bottle of lube on the table and molded his hard, muscular body against my back, again. His warm skin tingled and delighted me.
"Oh, yes!" I breathed hotly. "I hope you mean to make use of that lube more than once in my ass, Sweetcheeks."
"Hungry, aren't we?" he smiled. "I know I can feed you some black tube steak with a creamy center," he suggested, grinding his very hard, very thick member against my ass trench. His playful, talented fingers worked at my erect nipples as his lips moistened my neck and ears with multitudes of ardent kisses. I moaned in appreciation. My dick was throbbing and leaking like an old faucet. It jerked with each heartbeat, standing erect and thick. Dave's fingers found it, felt its length and thickness with the lightest, more erotic touch I'd ever experienced. I nearly came.
("Look at the size of that thing! And how hot it is! Fuck ME!" the passenger moaned. "The guy in the back is gonna fuck him, I know it!")
("We shouldn't be doin' this," the driver said. "The chief would have our badges if he ever found out.")
"Fuck! That's so hot, Dave. You sure know how to push my buttons!"
"Lots more where that came from," Dave promised as he kissed lower and lower on my shoulders. His hands moved to my round, hard ass, massaging my muscular buns, pulling them apart as his tongue licked down my fuzzy trench. I moaned loudly and grabbed his head, pushing his face harder into my ass canyon.
("Shit! He's gonna eat his hot ass! Gawd! I'd love to be either one of them.")
"Eat me, Man!" I insisted. I bent over and pushed his head down, then, pulled his face hard into my ass. "EAT ME!" Dave's big hands separated my quivering butt cheeks and eagerly dove in. "FUCK! That's so good!" I groaned. In less than a minute, I was begging for more than his tongue could offer. "Please, Dave! You gotta fuck me!"
("Shit! Look! He's gonna fuck him!")
He stood and pulled himself into my back, again, working my nips and gently stroking my jerking cock. His monster dick pressed hard against my pucker. He pushed me over, again. I pulled my buns apart and pushed back. The big head of his dick slid inside, but the rest of it was so thick that I needed some lube (other than spit) to get it home. He reached for the bottle and squirted twice directly on to the shaft, then, pulled out and shot one dollop of lube on the head. That was the business end of his dick that would be plowing my backyard, anyway. He repositioned his thick dick at my butthole and pushed slightly. My ass gobbled him down and took several more inches.
"FUCK!" both of us exhaled.
("DAMN! How'd he take that horsedick up his ass?! Look how hot that fucker is, and so fuckin' BIG!" the driver moaned.)
("And they're fuckin' BAREBACK! Gawd! How I wish I could do that!")
("You never fucked or got fucked bareback, Man?")
("Never.")
Dave's lightly lubed fingertips worked on my erect nips as he bent over my back. He slowly brought me to a standing position, thrusting gently in long strokes. Dave's lips nuzzled and kissed me on the neck, shoulders, and ears. His hot breath tantalized me more than I could bear. This was one of the hottest sessions we'd ever had. His rhythmic thrusts weren't speeding up, but my upwardly spiraling need to cum was. I warned him how close I was to cumming without touching my dick. "Don't touch it, then," Dave urged, kissing my ear lobe and hotly exhaling in my ear.
("Man! Look at him take that big fucker all the way up his ass with those long strokes. FUCK!" the passenger moaned, rubbing his hard dick in his uniform slacks.)
("Look at how hard and hot the guy's dick is that's getting fucked," the driver groaned. "He's gotta be close to shooting!")
"But, I'm gonna cum and I don't wanna spray the walls and carpet, Dave," I moaned through clenched teeth, trying to hold off my building climax.
He halted his thrusts for a moment. "Put this on, then," he suggested, handing me an unrolled condom. What a Boy Scout! He was always prepared!
("What the fuck's he doing?" asked the passenger.)
I slipped it on about half way, fearing any more friction would cause the very thing I was trying to delay. Dave nuzzled my neck, again. "You ready for a big finish, White Bread?"
("He rolled on a condom? What the fuck for? He's not the one takin' it in the ass," the driver wondered.)
"Oh, yeah!" I urged. "Breed my ass and don't worry about my climax. I'm so close right now, I'll probably cum long before you do."
"We'll see about that," he smiled into my neck. "I've been taking it slowly, because I was so close myself."
The short break in the action was enough to cool me down some. Dave's horsedick jerked inside me as I deliberately milked the shaft and fat dickhead in my ass. He moaned with pleasure and pushed harder into me. His long dick completely disappeared up my hungry butt. I sighed contentedly. He pulled out to the head and teased me with his monster dick, stretching and stirring my grasping hole, and hitting my prostate button especially hard. My dick jerked hard, and pulsed. My toes and nose started to tingle. I was going cum HARD!
"Fuck, DAVE! Fuck ME! I'm cumming!"
("LOOK at how long and thick that fucker is!" the passenger almost shouted in the closed car. "He's tryin' to make the one in front cum, isn't he!")
He pulled out enough to leave only the head in and hit me with multiple, short jabs at lightning speed. My prostate had never been so hammered! His fingers worked my nips like the expert that he is, giving me even higher climax waves than I thought possible. If I hadn't been wearing the condom, I'd surely have shot across carpet into the next room. I collapsed in his arms, my butthole grabbing at his pistoning dick and my dick jetting wads of heavy ball honey in thick waves into the dangling condom. My lack of muscle control was so complete that I couldn't even mumble nonsensical, one-syllable words.
("Look at his juice fillin' the condom! DAMN! He cums a lot! Look at all that hot cream jettin' into that bag," the driver moaned, rubbing his hard dick in his pants. "FUCK!" The other officer's heavy breathing agreed.)
But, I did notice that Dave's drilling was going deeper, his ragged breathing becoming louder, like he was running a race. With a final lunge, he buried his dick totally up my ass and lifted me off the floor. He roared out his climax, pounding my ass hard as he bucked mercilessly into me. His warm dick gravy squirted into me in thick ropes that I know I felt. Repeatedly, he flooded my butthole with additional sprays of cream; finally letting my feet touch the floor, again. He pressed against my back, holding himself up by leaning into me, his big dick still jerking sporadically in my sated butt, leaking more of his gooey baby sauce into me.
("You hear that loud climax? Man! What a fucker! And that monster dick just disappeared up that hungry hole and filled his boyfriend's ass with what has to be a huge fuckin' load." The driver moaned and cursed. "FUCK!)
("Ah, GEEZUS!" the second officer grunted. His hard dick jerked, spasmed, and shot five times before he could stop stroking his dick. The smell of cum permeated the car.)
("Fuck! You cum, too, Al?" the first cop laughed. "Hot fuckin' scene, wasn't it!" The other officer only nodded mutely and smiled, rolling down the windows to air out their cum-drenched pants.)
"Fuck! You're awesome," Dave whispered.
"Same to you," I smiled back. "I haven't cum that hard (making my toes tingle) in ages. You really know who to fuck standing up!"
"When you were cumming, your butt milked my dick better than even Robocop ever has. It was incredible, Mike."
"And this after we've been fuckin' with Kurt and Gene," I said with a satisfied sigh. "How can we have such hot sex after such ball draining experiences like we had with them?" I wondered aloud.
"As much sex as we have, our nuts and dicks are getting used to fuckin' frequently. If we tried to hold off a couple of days, our balls would be so full, they'd hurt!" he laughed, pulling out slowly. "That's one great ass, Mike," he added, patting my ass with one hand and turning me around with the other. "And the best lover any man could wish for." He brushed my lips with his, then, pulled me into a tight embrace. "I love you, Mike."
I should have mumbled something similar back to him, but with his lips over mine, his tongue probing my mouth, there was nothing I could say. I merely moaned agreement. Dave started to giggle.
"What's so funny?" I said in a hurt tone.
"Not you, Mike!" he laughed. "I was just thinkin' what a scene we just created for the cops watching the house. Too bad they couldn't see what we were doin' in the dark house."
I grinned at the idea. "I wonder what they'd have thought if they could see us making love. Even a couple of straight guys would probably get hard watchin' us fuck."
"Let's not get too ridiculous here," Dave smirked. "We're good, but we're not that good." He took the condom hanging from my shrinking dick and upended it. "A little bonus for the guys watching," he laughed.
I turned and waved at the police car. "Night, Officers!"
("You don't think they know we could see then, do ya, Al?")
("Not a chance," the second cop said, trying to assure both of them. "But, it was hot watching them, anyway.")
("That guy doing the fuckin' sure seemed to like his boyfriend's cum. You see how greedily he chugged it down from the condom?")
("Cum's not that bad," the second officer revealed. "I've tasted it before, you know, and so have you.")
("We'd better get back to the station early and get into some fresh underwear and slacks before the rest of the shift arrives. There'll be no explaining the distinctive smell of cum on us," he warned.)
("I'm taking off these drenched shorts now. Kill the dome light, would ya?" the second officer requested. He left the car, pulled off his trousers behind the bushes, and gently pulled off his shorts, trying not to coat his legs with the abundant cum load he'd just shot. He wiped himself off as best he could and put his pants back on. The cum- laden shorts were stuffed into a spare evidence bag.)
("You watch the house while I do the same," the first officer directed.)
("If you weren't so fuckin' married, I'd clean your shorts and dick for ya right here!" the second officer offered.)
("Yeah, sure!" he smiled, stripping off his trousers and cum-soaked shorts as carefully as his partner had.)
("You gotta big dick, Man! You know I'd love to have you fuck me with it.")
("But, I promised Jim that I'd never fuck anyone but him," the first officer reminded both of them, getting back into the car. He laughed. "But, I know I'm gonna get a tight piece of tail in the morning after I tell him about the hot scene we just witnessed.")
(The other officer opened up his "married" partner's evidence bag and pulled out the "starched" shorts. "GAWD! I love the smell of fresh cum!" He stuck his face in the fabric and started chewing the cum out of his partner's creamy underwear.)
("You're such a PIG!" the other policeman laughed. The first officer oinked loudly.)
Saturday morning, Dave got a strange call. Due to the publicity we'd generated, we didn't answer the call. But, the caller did leave a message. "Mr. Carey, this is Bob Fenton of the Republican Central Committee calling. I'd like to set up a time, convenient to you, to discuss your political future in the Republican Party. We'd like you to consider running for office, as Representative to the State Capitol for your district."
"Fuck you, Bob!" Dave snarled at the replayed message. "And your fuckin' Party, too!"
"I'll assume that's a 'no' then?" I smiled at him.
He stared at me, fire in his eyes. Then, he laughed. "They do bring out the best in me, don't they!" He paused to collect his thoughts. "It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't so callous about their approach to gays and people of color. If they had their way, queers would be in concentration camps and blacks would still be pickin' cotton. Latinos would be pickin' crops and Asians would be workin' the railroads."
"That's a little cold and not true, Dave," I parried.
"There are enough racist, fascist pigs in the conservative wing of their Party to prevent me from every working with them, let alone voting for them," Dave insisted. "Why the fuck do they think a black man who just preached about shunning hate would be someone their party would embrace? Or that he'd embrace them?"
"Maybe they're trying to change their image at the grass roots?"
"Doubtful," Dave said. "More likely they think that because we're 'investors', we gotta be conservative. And the Party could use some Uncle Tom's as window dressing to show what a 'big tent' Party they are. Such horseshit!"
"Well, I can't argue that point. They do have some very narrow-minded people in their Party. And they haven't done a damned thing to repudiate them, either. So, I do understand your anger," I soothed. "You gonna call them back with your answer?"
"I don't dare!" Dave spat. "I'd lose my cool for sure! Let silence be my answer."
Saturday evening, we arrived early at the hotel where the PFLAG Recognition banquet was being held. We were grossly overdressed in our tuxedos. (Serves me right for not asking what the dress code for the evening was. But, we did look great!) We spoke with the local chapter president, who introduced us to the National Chairperson. The lady gushed all over us. She thanked us again for our "generous gift" and our valuable time, and was so pleased to finally meet the two gentlemen who had done so much for the organization.
We thanked her for her kindness and recognition, but this was an anonymous gift. Our fingerprints weren't to be on it and there was to be NO announcement of it and us in the same breath. "Could you at least sit at the head table, then?" she asked.
"No," Dave smiled kindly. "That would only raise questions as to why we were there. We haven't been volunteering that long, you know. We need to stay comfortably anonymous."
"Well, uh, your names are in the program as contributors," the chapter president related. "But, it's mixed in with all our other volunteers as well. I hope you don't mind that we put you in as a couple."
"We're pleased that you did," I beamed. "We can use all the validation we can get."
"At PFLAG, we want to show support to our volunteers and donors in the most appropriate manner. To show them as couples is the best way we can do that," the local president smiled. "But, I did put you close to the front of the ballroom. I hope you don't mind."
"No, that'll be fine," Dave assured her. "There will be other volunteers and donors there, too?"
"Oh, yes! Some of our most supportive in time and money will be there. Besides, you've become quite famous in your own right. We don't mind basking your glory, too," she laughed. We chatted a while longer with her and the National Chairperson, being introduced to all the local board members as they arrived. They fawned over us as local celebrities, ignoring our escapades in Canada, but most generous in their comments about Dave's curbside oratory. "Don't worry," she whispered. "Your donation secret is even safe from them."
A young man of about 16 handed us the evening's program. He turned us over to another young man of perhaps 15 who guided us to our table. Two young women offered us wine, champagne, or water. We elected the champagne, of course.
"They're so precious to us," a middle-aged woman at the table said. Her name badge said "Marge". "It wasn't easy at first, but they're still our children and we still love 'em." We nodded, then, introduced ourselves. "Oh, yes! We think you're terrific. You've been such an inspiration to these young people, being so out to the world. Your news conference was just the right combination of anger and persuasion. It sure got old Picklepuss to think about how his station presents the news." We laughed at her unkind label of the station manager.
"Evidently, you know him?" Dave asked.
"Oh, yeah. We've had numerous conversations with him and other station managers to present gay people, especially minors, in a more positive light. Getting anyone to acknowledge that minors can be gay AND sexual is more than the conservative media can deal with," she sighed.
Her long-suffering husband nodded. "It's been most frustrating. Our daughter had a very hard time adjusting in high school. We thought it was high school jitters, but it was much more. When she finally told us about her sexuality, we were stunned. But, in a few days, we knew we had to be supportive. Her grades were atrocious and her old friends were thinking she'd completely lost it. But, after she got centered on what was important, she straightened right out, so to speak," he laughed at his choice of words.
"She's graduated from college, now," his wife beamed. "And she has a girlfriend: sweetest child you'd ever wanna meet. I just wish HER parents would come around. They're such, you know, Republicans!" she cackled.
"Odd that you should mention that," Dave laughed. "The R's asked me to run for Representative in our district! Can you imagine ME as a Republican?"
"Not unless you changed your color AND your sexual orientation," Marge's husband laughed along. "What were they thinking?"
"Evidently, they didn't see the news clip of Dave's curbside news conference," I offered.
"Perhaps, the moderate wing of the Party is hoping for some change," Marge suggested.
"Not when all the money and the loud voices come from the right," Dave sighed. "It's a pipe dream, not a hope."
The program went smoothly. We were acknowledged with a sea of others for our collective contributions of money and time, one being just as important as the other. The National Chairperson droned on for several minutes (trying to inspire us to continue to "do good"), but finally sat down to polite applause.
The program booklet dispenser and the young table assigner acted as servers for the dinner. They weren't trained waiters, but they made up for it with enthusiasm and graciousness under pressure. They hovered around Dave and I like we were royalty. (Well, in a way, we are. But, neither of our moms will abdicate, so we're content with being princesses, instead of queens.) One of them finally spilled it by asking us if we had a moment to speak with them, alone. We nodded and joined them at the back of the ballroom after coffee and dessert had been served.
"You're obviously a successful gay couple," the older one began. "How do you do it? How do you make your relationship work?" The younger one nodded enthusiastically.
"Just work at it," I said, smiling. "Sex isn't everything," (they blushed) "but it is important. You can't build a relationship around that. You have to be each other's friends, too."
"And when one of you does something stupid, admit it," Dave joined in. "And if you don't see it, the other one will, and might even point it out to you. But, even if you don't point it out, ask yourself if it's really that annoying, annoying enough to make the relationship suffer?"
"But, what about your friends?"
Dave smiled and responded, "Were they really your friends, if they can't accept you as gay and as a couple? Get some new ones. They'll be more fun, anyway!"
"You've already made a huge step to come out and get support from PFLAG," I added encouragingly. "Hopefully, your parents are supportive. If not, that's their problem, not yours. You have to be true to yourselves. Getting validation from them helps, but it isn't lethal if you don't. Talk to each other. Never go to bed mad at your partner. Discuss your peeves; don't rant about them. Finally, love each other."
They smiled and thanked us, pinching each other's teenage butts clandestinely as they walked away.
We drove home in a happy frame of mine.
But, in front of the house were three police cars, lights flashing. "Now what!" Dave shouted angrily, slamming the steering wheel with his fist in exasperation.
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