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BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 72--Interviews
"Gawd! I hope it isn't something bad," I groaned.
"What else could it be with three cop cars," Dave snapped, as he pulled the car to the curb in front of Nick and Mark's house (our next door neighbors). They (along with several neighbors) were standing around, watching the officers stuff a man in the back seat of one of the cruisers. I noticed one other police car had two other men in the back seat.
"I think maybe it's not so bad. The neighbors wouldn't be standing so close to the action if it were," I offered weakly.
Dave glared at me. "What's with the Pollyanna horseshit? You know what those assholes are capable of doing!" I wanted to snap back at him, but he could be right. I sat in the passenger seat and sulked for a few seconds, before I recognized Bill Dundee. Springing from the car, I confronted him, Dave close at my heels.
"What's goin' on, Bill?" I asked.
"Just some kids. Got drunk, tried to elude the officers, got arrested. Nothing concerning you guys," he smiled.
"You sure?" Dave pressed.
"Yeah," Robocop looked a little peeved. "Nothing to do with you. It just happened that we stopped them at your house. What's with the paranoia?"
"Oh, sorry," Dave said contritely. "Mike was just raggin' on me about the same thing. It shows pretty badly, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does," Officer Dundee said more concerned. "You're really takin' this shit seriously. Don't. That's what we're here for."
"So, what did happen?" I asked, switching the subject away from some territory I'd explore privately with Dave later.
"Car full of kids, drunk on their asses, driving recklessly, got the attention of a patrolling officer. He hit the lights, they tried to get away, he called for help and got it coming from another direction. The kids saw the other car, dashed down a side street (this one) and into our waiting arms. We listened in on the officers' pursuit and thought about helping out, but acted as a roadblock instead. No harm to anyone, other than one of those poor kids tossed his cookies into the gutter over there," he laughed pointing across the street. "You can see the skid marks where he tried to stop before bouncing over the curb and stopping at the utility pole. But, he didn't do any damage, other than your neighbor's lawn's a little torn up for a few feet."
"So, they're going to jail?" I wondered.
"No, to the drunk tank, until we call their parents. They're all underage." The mountain in blue paused and shook his head. "I think what their parents are gonna do to them will be worse than anything a judge could do, especially as it's a first offense for all of 'em. Driving drunk was one thing, but trying to elude the police is gonna get them in serious trouble."
"They're probably good kids who just made a big mistake. The judge will probably give them community service and scare the hell out of 'em," Dave suggested.
"More than likely," Robocop agreed. "Well, looks like we've wrapped it up here," he said, nodding to one of the other officers. "I'll have their car towed to Impound."
"Those kids look scared shitless," I whispered. "I'd sure be in their shoes. How about if I call the driver's dad and have him come get the car. At least, he won't be out the towing money."
"If you wanna take the responsibility, go for it. Let me get the home number of the registered owner." He went back to his police car, typed something into the computer, and wrote down a phone number. "Here," he smiled, handing me the slip of paper, "and good luck. Dad's gonna be PLENTY pissed!"
"I'll be as diplomatic as possible," I grinned back at him. "Dave'll help. He's very good at being diplomatic," I smiled, needling my lover.
"I'll do what I can," he promised, ignoring my jest.
"I'll be sticking around anyway as part of our surveillance," Officer Dundee assured us. "Let me know if you get through to him and if he'll come for the car." We agreed.
We went into the house. Dave dialed the number on his cell phone, and handed it to me. "You volunteered," he reminded me.
On the second ring, the line connected. "Mr. Landon. This is Mike Claiborne calling. Your son has had a minor run in with the police and had to leave your car at the curb. You can come drive it home or the police will take it to Impound and you can pay the towing fee." I listened to his befuddled response, wondering what happened. "Well, I think you'll be hearing from the police very soon, but in a nutshell, he and some of his buddies got a little wasted on alcohol and weren't driving to the best of their abilities. When a policeman noticed their erratic driving and tried to pull them over, they decided (without thinking very clearly) to outrun them." I paused to hear him swear loudly, "With an instant roadblock, they were stopped." I smiled. He was so mad and concerned at the same time that he wasn't sure what he should do. But, he did ask about the boys and their condition and location. "The police have them in custody. They're probably going to the drunk tank. You'll want to go bail them out, eventually." I laughed at his response. "I'm not sure they should rot there forever, but I know they're scared to death." I gave him our address, so he could find the car and take it home. This time, he wrote it down. "An officer will be here when you arrive, so you can ask him all the questions about what happened and how to spring your son from jail. I'm sorry I had to call you with such distressing news," I added. He thanked me. "I'll let the officer know you'll be here in a few minutes." I hung up.
"You handled that very well, Mike," Dave complimented. "And I'm sorry I over- reacted in the car when we first got here."
"You had every right to be concerned after what we've been through," I assured him. "But, what's obvious, isn't always the answer."
"I know. I should have been more thoughtful, less reactive. And I'm sorry."
"No harm, no foul. But, Dave, I am concerned about how wound up you are about all the stuff that's been going on. I think you've bottled it up inside and you need to talk about it, to me."
"I did over-react, but I don't think it's hiding a deeper psychological problem," he bristled.
"I'm not suggesting that. I am, though, saying that you need to unwind, confide more in me what you're feeling. You jumped to the immediate conclusion that someone had attacked us. Now, I thought it a possibility, until I took in the entire scene. So, I understand your edginess, but you're letting it take over your rational thoughts."
"Okay, okay, I over-reacted. Let's not make a Federal case out of it," he winced.
"I'm not. I just don't want you to get so paranoid that you can't function."
"Just because I'm paranoid, doesn't mean they aren't out to get me!" he laughed, repeating an old maxim. I frowned. "Okay, I'm being flippant. I jumped to a conclusion that wasn't warranted. I've learned a lesson. Okay?"
"Okay," I smiled back and kissed him. "I'll take that at face value, unless you get cranky again."
"I promise to be good."
I kissed him, again. "I'll let Bill know that 'Dad's' on the way." I opened the front door. Officer Dundee was at the curb talking to Nick and Mark. "Dad's on his way," I shouted from the porch. Bill acknowledged the message and returned to his conversation. "Let's get outta these monkey suits, Dave. I feel so stupid in this tuxedo thing when we're home."
"How about I help you out of yours?" he grinned evilly.
"Only partially," I countered. "Mr. Landon is coming over soon and we should be presentable when he arrives."
"How about a quickie, then?" he pressed.
"Whatcha got in mind?"
"Your dick up my ass, spewing gallons of cum," he grinned.
"You're such a pig!"
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," he laughed. "Let me help you outta those clothes." He pulled out the studs from the shirtfront and cuffs (with my clumsy help), pulled the shirt over my shoulders, and held me in a passionate kiss. "You're so fuckin' HOT!" he growled. He licked my erect nipples and kissed down to my waist. Loosening my pants, he yanked them down with a jerk. He nuzzled my shorts, breathing hotly on my warm, rolling nuts and stiffening dick.
"Damn! You sure know how to start my engine," I crooned, allowing his warm breath to saturate my groin for a moment. "Stand up so I can get your clothes off and fuck that awesome ass."
Dave eagerly complied, but he didn't wait for me. He ripped his tuxedo shirt off (studs flying in all directions), kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his pants. I stopped him when he started to tug down his shorts. "Let me do that for you," I whispered lustily. "Turn around."
He smiled knowingly and faced the front door, wiggling his round, hard butt at me. "Like this?" I nodded, mesmerized. He backed toward me, stopping as I fell to my knees behind him.
"Oh, yeah," I groaned. I grabbed at the waistband of his Jockeys with my teeth, lowering them slowly, my nose buried in his steamy trench. I moaned again as he bent over slightly. Pulling his shorts low enough to anchor them below his hard melon buns, I moved my hands to the front, but continued tonguing and sniffing his sweaty ass canyon. Tracing his waistband in front, his monster dick had caught in the fabric. Kissing his ass again, I teased, "Something in the way?"
"Just get your dick in my ass," he laughed. "I'll worry about this end," he added, batting my hands away. He opened a drawer in an end table next to the sofa, extracting a small packet of lube. "You'll need this for a quickie," he smiled handing it to me. "If we had the time," he posited, "I'd make you eat my ass until it was so full of spit you could fuck me all night long."
"You have such a way with words," I sighed, working two lubed fingers up his ass. I pressed my fat dickhead against his back door and pushed. He spread his butt melons, and gobbled me up. I leaned over his back and kissed his neck, reaching around his wide chest, working his erect nips. He backed deeper on to my thick rod, slowly standing and rubbing my hairy chest into his muscled back.
"Fuck me, Mike. I really need you to make love to me, tonight," he urged, turning his head to kiss me. We kissed ardently, passionately. I long-dicked him, bringing us to higher and higher planes before backing off each time, delaying our building climaxes.
"The kid's dad will be here soon. We need to finish this before we get caught at it," I whispered hotly in his ear.
"I can cum anytime," Dave assured me. "Anytime! I've been so close so often, my nuts hurts!"
"You gonna shoot it against the front door? That'll be attractive for the kid's dad!" I laughed.
"I was gonna cum in my hand and feed it to ya, so you'd have cum breath for him," he retorted. The whole idea of drinking my lover's cum was enough to kick me into high gear. In less than a minute, my fat dick jerked and bucked deep inside my lover's ass, flooding him with my load. He milked me desperately, satisfying his thirst for dick gravy. His flailing hand produced a bumper crop of creamy sperm as my climax began to wane.
"FUCK!" Dave groaned. "What a fuckin' load!" He milked more from his dick as I pulled out of his well-fucked ass. He turned and offered his overflowing hand. He tipped it gently against my lips, and I drank deeply. As I began licking up the cream that hadn't flowed into my mouth, he laughed and smeared his spermed hand into my moustache and mouth. "The kid's dad will love this!" he guffawed. He ran from the living room, knowing I'd get even in some manner; but with my trousers around my ankles, there was no chance of pursuit, anyway.
I washed my face in the upstairs bathroom while he aborted my "babies" in the downstairs one. By the time I'd returned, Dave had tugged on walking shorts and a t- shirt, and was in the living room, trying to find the errant tuxedo studs. The front door was open, the storm door keeping the bugs out, but letting air in to displace the smell of hot man sex. I picked up my tuxedo and hardware (collected his, too) and hung them in the closet. He was still looking for one wayward stud, when I pounced.
"You're not gonna get away that easily," I smiled, knocking him into the sofa and pinning him down. "Your punishment," I grinned bigger, "is to kiss my cummy mouth and suck out your own load."
"I like your punishments," he laughed, hugging me tightly and working his hands over my ass, as he mined my cheeks and teeth for his sperm deposit. He pulled away and smiled up at me. "I love you, you big ox. But, you're getting heavy," he added trying to push me off.
"Not so fast, Mister," I countered, holding him down. "You still owe me."
"I thought I just did my punishment," he wondered.
"Oh, there's stage two to your penance," I whispered, leaning in for another kiss.
"Yeah? And what's that?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"You have to fuck me until you can't get hard any more. All night long, if that's what it takes."
"OOH! I like your punishments. May I have another!"
"You have to let me eat your ass until my tongue can't wiggle any more," I laughed.
"That'll never happen," he retorted. "I know how much you love rimmin' my bootie."
"That's the price you pay for giving me cum breath before we have guests," I pointed out. "And for making my dick hard, again," I smiled, grinding my hardening crotch into his.
"Same to you, Mister Claiborne," he giggled, thrusting back up into me. I could feel his pocket monster's thickness rubbing through our clothing.
"I wish that guy would get here," I smiled, kissing him again. "I need to get fucked!"
"Greeting him in THIS condition," Dave said, rolling me off him and grabbing my crotch, "is not a nice thing to do to a poor father, whose kid just got hauled off to the drunk tank."
"Yeah, I suppose not," I sighed, pulling away from his grasp. "Glass of wine before we hit the sack?"
"Sure. Get out another glass, just in case 'Dad' needs some anesthetizing," Dave smiled. "But, not a large one. With the cops sitting at the corner, he doesn't wanna join his son as their guest."
I retrieved a bottle of Chardonnay and two wine glasses from the wine fridge, leaving "Dad's" chilled for his arrival. After pouring, I re-corked the bottle and put it in the kitchen refrigerator. It would chill the bottle more than wine snobs said it should be, but we would probably finish the bottle before that happened.
Dave joined me in the semi-dark sunroom (only one lamp was one), snagging one of the half-filled glasses as he walked through the kitchen. He began channel surfing, trying to find something we hadn't seen and in which we were interested. He wasn't having any luck, when the doorbell rang.
"This is your mission of mercy. You answer the door," Dave prompted. I sighed (knowing he was right), and walked to the front door. Standing on the porch were Robocop and a nice looking man in his mid- to late-thirties. I opened the storm door and beckoned them inside.
After introductions, Robocop said, "I've already told Mr. Landon the details, but he wanted to stop by and thank you for calling him to fetch his car. I told him how much money you saved him at Impound, Mike," Robocop finished.
"And I want to personally thank you for calling me, too, Mr. Claiborne. You didn't have to do that at all," Landon smiled.
"I just thought that if I had a teenager who was in the drunk tank, I'd prefer not having towing charges laid on top of bailing the kid's butt outta the slammer," I grinned, putting him at ease.
"You really look familiar, Mr. Claiborne, but I can't figure out where I know you from," he said looking puzzled.
"Call me Mike," I answered. "It'll all become clear when I introduce you to my partner, Dave."
"Call me Jim," Landon beamed.
We walked toward the sunroom. I offered him a glass of wine, but he declined. Dave rose from the shadows of the sunroom and entered the kitchen where the light was better.
"Oh, yeah!" Landon cried. "Now I know. You're the two guys who set the town abuzz with your call to stamp out hate. Wow! What a small world!" he grinned. A disturbing thought occurred to him and his face clouded. "Oh, SHIT! Frank'll kill me if he doesn't get a chance to meet you." He bolted from the room, and ran out on to the porch, shouting Frank's name. "Frank! Leave the fuckin' car for a minute and come up here. You gotta meet these guys!"
A tall, younger man approached the house. He smiled up at his "friend" with a look of bemusement on his face. After Jim made the introductions, Frank said, "I feel like I know you guys already. I've been on surveillance detail the last week or so at your house."
"Did we behave ourselves?" Dave laughed. I thought it was funny, too. After all, WE weren't under surveillance.
Frank turned beet red. "Uh, yeah, you were, uh, well behaved."
"Frank? What aren't you saying?" Jim wondered smiling.
"Later, Jim."
Jim looked perplexed, then, revelation struck. "You don't mean...?"
"Later!" Frank insisted.
Jim shrugged and let it drop. "Anyway, we were just discussing the two of you yesterday, and what an inspiration you are to all gay couples and gay men and women everywhere."
"Oh, come on!" Dave sighed. "We're just a couple of guys who happened to get their fifteen minutes of fame on television."
"Oh, you've done much more. Believe me," Jim gushed. "You've become our spokesperson, like it or not."
"I'm not PC enough to do that!" Dave protested.
"So, you speak your mind! That's a good thing," Frank pointed out. "We could use a lot more of it, too! What with the politicians we've got nowadays..."
"Chill out, Frank," Jim laughed. "Get off your soapbox!" Frank shot him a glance, but smiled. He was as bad as Dave when it came to "sharing his opinions".
"Okay, so I have opinions. Sue me!" Frank smiled.
"We all do when it comes to things we care about," I deflected. "So, you must know Bill Dundee here, Frank?"
"Oh, yeah. I've known Bill forever. If I weren't so married to Jim and he weren't so married to Bob, I'd have been playing house with him a long time ago," Frank added, punching Robocop in the shoulder. "I always hoped that he was gay when I first met him. Then, suddenly, here he is, gay as a goose and already married to some hunky football player. But, I have Jim and he's more than enough for me." He gave his lover a peck on the cheek.
"So, what about your son, Jim?" I asked.
"Oh, let the little shit stew in the drunk tank for a while!" he spat, then, sighed. "But, I'll go bail his ass out, I suppose. Since his mom and I divorced, he's been a handful. And she's no fuckin' help at all. She's always off to the next bar, trying to find someone new to fuck her."
"I know, Hon," Frank said soothingly. "Being a single father isn't easy. But, we'll get through this little drama, too."
"He's acted out before?" Dave asked.
"No, he's generally been a good kid," Jim related. "He's now at that awkward stage when he wants to be a man, but acts like a child. He's a natural leader, so he's probably at fault for the booze and stupid driving."
"I'll make sure he goes through the drunk driving classes," Frank suggested. "After that, it's up to the judge to determine the fine and community service hours."
"Is he okay with you two being a couple?" I asked.
"He seems to be," Jim answered. "We've been together since Justyn was eight."
"He could be acting out over anything, or he just made a stupid mistake," Dave allowed. "But, you should talk to him, see if you can get to the bottom of this. Mike and I volunteer at PFLAG and we see lots of kids doing dumb things like this when they're deeply disturbed about something. Most of the time, it's sexual."
Frank laughed. "You don't think Justyn wants to get it on with his old man and his boyfriend, do you?"
"I doubt that it's that 'straight' forward," Dave smiled, tongue firmly in cheek. "He may feel that he's missing out on some father/son love that Jim's giving to you, Frank."
"Even though he's close to the age of majority, he's still gonna get whacked by his old man!" Jim laughed. "He can be such a child sometimes."
"And you've never acted like a child since you left home?" Frank laughed. "Give me a break. And give the kid a break, too!"
"I'm sure he's scared shitless," I interjected. "All the boys looked frightened, Jim."
"I'd better get my ass down there, then," Jim sighed. "Could I leave a note with your guys about fixing your neighbors lawn?" We assured him that it wouldn't be a problem. "You okay takin' the car home, Frank?"
"Sure, and call me when you get him bailed out or if you run into any snags. I'll help where I can."
They left, thanking us again for interceding.
"If I'd known it was Jim's kid and car, I'd have called him, myself," Officer Dundee said. "But, it didn't dawn on me that James Landon was Frank's boyfriend. I only knew his first name."
"Hadn't you met his son before?" Dave asked.
"Nope. The few times Bob and I've seen them as a couple were for dinner or at the bars. In fact, I only recently knew that Jim had a son. Frank doesn't discuss his 'domestic situation' with many of his fellow cops."
"I hope Jim goes easy on him," Dave smiled. "I know I'd be terrified at Justyn's age with all those cops around, and reflecting on what a huge mistake I'd just made, as well as disappointing my father. I don't know which one is worse!"
"They may not have had as close a relationship as you and your dad do, Dave," I suggested.
"I think they do," he retorted. "I could see it in Jim's eyes."
Robocop left us. The neighborhood was quiet. The dark police sedan sat at the curb around the corner. I'd had enough excitement. Taking Dave by the hand, I pulled him to the back of the house. "How about little quality time with the man you love?" I smiled up at him.
"How about a little quality time with your lover deep into your sweet ass?" he grinned. We kissed slowly, deliberately, stretching out the rising passion. I took off his t-shirt; he took off mine. I unfastened my shorts and tugged them below my hard ass before they fell in a puddle at my feet. "Yeah, no underwear!"
"No point in wearing something for only a couple of hours, if you don't have to," I pointed out. "Ah, same as you!" I added, reaching deeply into his ass canyon with three fingers. "Your ass is still wet from my last load."
"I plan on evening the score on that momentarily," he breathed quietly, enjoying my fingers playing in his back yard. "Starting right now," he added, pushing me down on my back and landing on top of me. "I love you, Mike," he smiled, then, kissed me.
"Show me how much, Dave," I moaned as he kissed my neck and licked each erect nipple. "Make love to me. Cum in my ass as hard and deep as you can. And repeat that as often as you promised."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, until your dick can't get hard," I grinned up at him, stealing another kiss.
"It seems to me that there was another part to that. Something about you eating my ass until your tongue couldn't wiggle?" he laughed. I smiled at him and praised his memory. "However, the logistics of that arrangement escape me. How can I fuck your ass while you're eating mine?"
"I never said at the same time," I corrected him. "I have to give you some time to recharge your batteries after you'd creamed my thirsty butt."
"You drive a hard bargain, White Bread," he said, kissing me, again. He ground his hard body into mine, our dicks colliding and coating us in precum dribbles. His elbows (supporting his upper body) rested on the floor beneath my shoulders. My arms were around his chest to his back, my hands straying repeatedly to his beautiful, chocolate, butt mounds.
I pulled my legs up and squeezed him about the waist, pushing down on his butt with my heels. He smiled down at me, then, leaned in and kissed my neck, then, nipples, again. He chewed his way lower, pausing at the tip of my leaking dick, lapping up the flowing precum, but not taking me in his hot mouth. I moaned with frustration when he bypassed my jerking dick and headed for my rolling nuts. "FUCK! You're driving me crazy, Dave!"
"How about this, then?" he smirked, pushing my knees hard into my shoulders and spearing my winking butthole with his wet tongue.
"Oh, DAMN!" I moaned. "Fuck! Eat me, Babe! Fuck!" I repeated, when he hit a particularly sensitive patch of sphincter with his drilling tongue. As elevated as my ass was, he could look into my eyes and smile. His eyes crinkled in recognition. "You're the best butt eater I've ever known," I praised. Using both hands, I pushed his head into my hungry butt even harder. "EAT it!" I begged, stroking my dick feverishly.
Dave slapped my hand away. "That's for me to play with." He reached for the lube I'd brought into the sunroom. "I need to be inside you sooner, rather than later," he explained, pushing lube up my butt. "I'll shoot cum all over the carpet rather that up this hot ass, if I keep munching on your hole."
He positioned himself; my legs draped over his broad shoulders, his curved scimitar prying open my back door. I pulled his face down to mine and felt him enter me. My ass muscles pulled, tugged, and squeezed his phallus as it inched forward. We moaned in unison. My hands reached for his hard, pistoning butt; his fingers worked on my nips and hard pecs. Dave kissed both of my knees as they rested on his shoulders, then, winced as he tried to hold back his building climax. "Stop milking my dick!" he moaned through clenched teeth. "I don't wanna cum, yet!"
I backed off, and watched the tension drain from his face. He opened his eyes and grinned down at me. "You're the hottest fuck in the world, Mike. Have I told you lately how much I love you?"
"Only when my feet are in the sky and your big dick is up my ass!" I smiled at him. I held his hard rump as he powerfucked my ass in punishment. "Okay, you've said it more often than that! FUCK! What a cock!"
"I'll take that as an apology," he said slowing down. "Besides, I don't wanna cum too soon. I like being inside you and making love at a more leisurely pace."
He drove me crazy for the next few minutes, long-dicking me, teasing my prostate with his plum-size dickhead, slapping my hand away if I reached for my dick. Our tongues dueled as we kissed, my butt milked him gently, and he prodded my joy button deliciously. Absently, I wondered if I would have a rug burn on my back, but the thought evaporated as quickly as it formed.
Dave shuddered. He's eyes screwed shut. I knew he was trying to hold back a flooding climax, but I needed to cum, too. I milked his dick the way he loved it. His eyes flew open. "Ah, SHIT!" he bellowed and bucked hard into me, slamming his hips violently into my upturned ass. I felt his fat 11" dick jerk, then, erupt deep inside my channel. "FUCK!" he shouted, as his body shuddered under another heavy climax wave.
My dick surged, leaking cloudy fluid. I grabbed my thick dick and stroked it three times. My nuts kicked. I aimed my dick at my mouth and shut my eyes. I felt a splash of warm fluid strike my chin. Continuing to flail my dick, I aimed a little higher and got my creamy reward. Bullseye! I kept at it, and so did Dave. He was merciless in his drive to plant as much sperm as deeply into me as he could. I was just as ruthless in jacking off and slurping down my load.
He regained control, lowering my body on to the floor, but keeping his slowly deflating dick deeply planted. I was milking my dick of its last drops of climax juice when he leaned forward to kiss me. "You make me so happy," he smiled. His monster dick jerked and his body shuddered, again. A late climax wave struck, causing him to ram into me deeply, again.
"Damn! You know how to please my ass," I whispered, stroking another rope of cum from my throbber. It hit my chest with a wet splat. Dave licked it up, sucking on my nips occasionally, but keeping up his slow fucking motions inside me. With a dick as big as his, he could stay in me a long time before it shriveled up and fell out.
But, he eventually did. We cleaned up and went to bed. It felt good to stretch out after being rolled into a well-fucked ball in the sunroom. Dave snuggled in closely. I wiggled my ass into him. He kissed my neck, breathing softly against it. "You keep doing that and I'll insist that you fuck me, again," I whispered. He pushed his hips harder into my ass. I could feel his awakening black snake.
"You won't have to insist," he sighed. "I think I'm ready for round two."
"It sure feels like it," I said, gently stroking his awakening butt wrecker with one hand. But I'm gonna need more lube." He reached over to the nightstand and lubed himself up. "This time, take me, and use me for your own pleasure."
"On your stomach, then," he directed. I rolled over, stretching out flat. He climbed atop me. "Spread your legs a little. Yeah, that's it. Damn, your butt's TIGHT! Oh, Man! So good! I love fuckin' in my own cum," he crooned sliding in. I felt his monster jerk deeply inside me. He raised his hips (withdrawing several inches of shaft) enough to strike my prostate, then, pushed back in. Both of us moaned with pleasure.
"That's it, Big Man! Fuck me as deep as you like. Go for the prize. FUCK my ASS!" I raised my hips and munched his dick, milking him as expertly as I knew how.
"Fuck, YEAH! Oh, Mike! Daddy! You're good at this," he whispered lustily into my ear. His pace sped up, his breathing and heartbeat increased, too. I couldn't believe he was so ready so soon after our sunroom mating. But using me as his personal sperm depository, he climaxed, spraying his sperm deeply in less than three more minutes. His bloated dick shrunk much faster this time. He rolled off me and sighed contentedly.
I made a dash for the bathroom. Two loads of his baby sauce were more than my butt could handle (without leaking profusely). When I returned, he was asleep. Well, at least, HE had a good time (but, that's what I told him to do!). I thought about jacking off to release the pressure, but decided to wait until morning and extract my revenge (such as it was), then.
Sunday broke with a burst of sunshine into our bedroom window. I stirred first, kissing Dave's smooth back, lifting the sheet to continue the journey "southward". He clenched his ass when I got to it, startled. "Umm. Give me a couple minutes to wake up and I'll help out," he murmured.
"I remember how to do this," I smiled between kisses on his high ass muscles. "You just relax." He did, and I did. Working my tongue between his ass globes, I slurped from his tailbone down his ass trench and into his nether region.
He moaned again, raising his hips. "I'm holding you to your earlier promise," he rumbled. I paused, trying to remember what I'd promised. "Until your tongue can't wiggle, that face is stayin' in this ass!" I smiled and licked at his pucker again. My buried face made an agreeing noise. He put both hands on the back of my head and pushed me deeper. "Eat it!" he commanded. I munched, drooled, licked, and tongued his butt. With each passing minute, his butt went higher in the air, forcing my face deeper, as his melons parted more.
"Damn, Mike! Gotta have it. You gotta fuck me!" he moaned with labored breath. I knew I could outlast him and wouldn't have to worry about my tongue tiring. I grinned at my conquest. Wet as his hole was, I decided to add lube and go for a big plunge, just the way he liked it. My fingers pried his back door open a little farther, rubbing lube several inches deep along the interior walls. "Fuck, MAN! Give it to me!" He's such a buttpig, I thought with a smile.
I kissed slowly up his spine, breathing hotly between lip grazings. My fat dickhead touched one of his butt cheeks. He groaned with frustration and grabbed it, directing it where he wanted it to go. When my thick phallus touched his winking sphincter, he backed on to it, and sighed pleasurably. "Yeah, that's it, Mike. Right there. Got an itch that only you can scratch."
I knew what he was talking about. I'd hit his prostate squarely with my thick mushroom-headed dick. Pulling back out so that only the head was still in, I pushed deeper, licking his neck and shoulders as more inches disappeared up his eager ass. My progress was glacially slow. "FUCK! Oh, MAN! YEAH! Fuck it! Don't tease me like this!"
Instead of crouching over his back, I stood on my knees, grabbed his hips and pulled him back into my groin. His impaled ass gobbled up every inch and munched in my pubes, seemingly begging for more. I withdrew and slammed forward. "Need a hot fuck, don't ya!"
"Fuck, YEAH! Fuck me, Mike. You know how to do it! Fuck my ass for me!" Repeating my assault on his butt several times, he begged me to cum in his ass. "RIDE me! Fuck my ASS!" he shouted. "DAMN! I love feeling your big nuts swing against mine when you fuck me deep. DAMN! Cum for me, Babe. CUM for ME!" he moaned, stroking his dick in sync with my thrusts up his butt.
"You 'bout to cum?" I asked, hammering each syllable into his hungry butt.
"Oh, yeah! Each fuck is taking me higher, Mike. Fuck me! I wanna cum with ya!"
I flipped him over and plugged back in. "Sorta like this?" I grinned and kissed him. He didn't respond verbally, but greedily grabbed my hurtling ass with both hands, urging me to go faster. I could feel his climax building. His butt grabbed at me more furiously, his breathing was shallow (as if he were trying to delay his climax), and an animalistic growl was gargling deeply in his throat. I broke the kiss and bent my spine as much as I could forward, encircling his dickhead with my lips, lashing it with my tongue, savoring the taste of sweet precum. Although there were traces of my ass from two previous fucks last night, it wasn't offensive. In fact, it added to the need to BREED!
"Ah, FUCK! MAN! Fuck ME!" he bellowed, pulling hard on my ass, and burying my dick deeply inside him as he fired off his first salvo of dick honey. "Fuckin' GIVE ME DICK!" I complied as best I could, but the heavy cum hosing my mouth and throat took away some of my concentration on his ass. However, his milking butt channel, amplified by his climax waves, made up for any distractions I may have suffered.
His hands gripped my ass hard. Each climax wave was punctuated with a heavy milking of my dick, and unrelenting hand pressure pulling me deeper into him. I continued sucking on him, extracting more ball sauce with each climax jet. The taste of my lover's creamy dick tickled my nuts, too. By the time Dave was pulling me off his overly sensitive dickhead, I was tipping over the edge of my own sperm delivery service.
"SHIT! Take it! FUCKIN' CUMMMMING!" Dave pulled my face down for an ardent kiss as I hammered him hard. I mumbled more obscenities into the kiss, blasting fusillades of warm cum deep into his dark ass.
My climax subsided. He broke the kiss and looked up into my eyes, smiling. "Just the way I love it," he grinned. "Even when you're at the height of your climax and pounding my ass as hard as you can, you're still making love to me, Mike. I love the feel of your body pressed against mine, the way you throb inside me when you cum. Damn! It all feels good!" He hugged me tenderly, kissing. "But, my legs get cramped if my ass is in the air too long," he laughed breaking the kiss, again.
"A little adversity is good for the soul," I pronounced pulling away from him. He stretched out his long legs, and I repositioned myself on him, again. I snuggled into his chest, hearing his athletic heart thumping slowly. Moving my arms beneath him, I squeezed his chest to mine. "I love you, Dave." His roaming hands cupped my ass cheeks.
"I love you, too, White Bread."
"You love fuckin' my ass!"
"That's part of you. I love the whole package," he sighed squeezing me back. He rolled me on to my side, his arms still around me. "And I do love fuckin' your white ass, but I love you, the man, Mike. You've made me more of a man than being a breeder ever would have. I'm more honest with myself and I'm not quite so quick to judge others." I smiled at him. "Well, except for those fuckin' assholes with hate in their hearts. Those I try not to judge. A summary execution would work better."
I laughed at his absurdity. "You sure have a hard-on for them."
"If you'd had to deal with prejudice most of your life, you'd be pretty callous about them, too," he blustered. "The older I get, the less patience and tolerance I have for their corrupting influence on humanity."
"You're preaching to the choir, Dave. Save it for the media." I rolled on top of him again on my way to the shower. "You'll be 'on' Monday. Let them hear about it." I rose and offered my hand to get him out of bed. "Now, get your ass outta bed. We need to hit the gym this morning and see what the day holds for us." He took my hand, but pulled me back onto the bed.
"I just wanted to hold you a little longer."
"We can do that in the shower. 'Time's awastin'' my grandmother used to say." Anything more I wanted to say was swallowed up in another kiss. "You're quite the love puppy today. I like it," I smiled, and kissed him again. We made out for several more minutes, rolling around the bed, getting each other turned on, again.
"I'll have the mother of all whisker burns if I don't get away from you and get you to shave, you butch number!" Dave laughed bouncing out of the bed. I remained in bed. "You can eat my ass again, if you shave," he teased in a singsong voice.
"Help me make the bed and I'll do better than that," I promised.
"Damn!" he smiled, pointing to my erect dick. "Who doesn't have an off button, now?"
"Just help me make the bed, my Nubian prince, and I'll show you where my off button is."
"There's a trick here, isn't there?" he grinned, helping me make the bed. "You have something going on in that devious mind of yours. I know that look."
"Moi?" I said in my best Miss Piggy imitation, clutching my non-existent pearls.
"Vous, Sugar."
"Well, now that the bed's made, let's go shower and find out." Dave adjusted the water temperature while I shaved. I stepped into the shower behind him. "Now, then, let me demonstrate something that I'm sure will be obvious to you after a while, but wasn't a moment ago." I pushed his upper body over and buried my face in his ass, again. My moustache tickled his asshole the way he loved it.
"This is how you're showing me you have an off button?" he murmured, enjoying my drilling tongue.
"Shut up and pay attention," I smiled and went back to eating him out. In a moment, I added lube and plugged in. I wasn't sure if I could cum again so soon, but my dick was certainly hard enough. Reaching around his hard chest, I pinched and plucked at his erect nips. I could feel his ass milking me expertly. One of my hands strayed to his hard, 11" erection and began soaping it up, stroking in time to my own thrusts.
"This doesn't feel like an off button to me," he laughed, his head back, resting on my shoulder. I kissed him again.
"Want me to stop the demonstration?"
"Gawd, NO!" he protested. "Keep demonstrating!"
His milking butt worked into overdrive as I fucked him faster, matching my soapy strokes of his dick. I pressed my mouth into his shoulder, trying to stifle a climax shout. But, he shouted out a climax for both of us. "Fuckin' CUMMMMING!" he announced. I felt his monster in my hand jerk, the cumtube on the bottom surged, a splat of cum echoed off the shower walls. His ass channel gripped me hard, choking off the blood supply. I bucked into him, squeezing his black saber in my fist as best I could, as my climax waves crashed into me.
"Fuck!" I moaned, and thrust hard into him, again. Our climaxes weren't as hard as the last ones, but were just as debilitating. I leaned into Dave for support as much as he leaned back into me. "Damn, you're good," I muttered.
"Same to you, Mike," he agreed. "But, I fail to see how this demonstrates your off button," he added pulled away from my rapidly deflating dick. He turned. I smiled at him. "You were just lookin' for a way to fuck my ass, again!" he laughed, grabbing me and hugging me tightly, forcing air out of my lungs.
"No, really," I croaked, barely able to breathe.
"Okay," he relented, releasing me slightly, but not enough for me to get away. "How?"
"Well, if you'll notice (but you're holding me too closely), my dick is shrunk up, turned off."
"Yeah? And?"
"That's my off button. You have to drain my nuts and get the starch outta my dick for the off button to work. See?" I said, looking down at my flaccid dick (when he allowed me space between us).
He looked and laughed. "You are SO fuckin' devious! It WAS a ploy to get into my ass, again!" He gripped me tightly in a new embrace. "And I love you for it!" he laughed and kissed me, again. "You didn't have to go to all that trouble just to slip that pretty dick up my butt, Mike."
"Well, I thought a little mystery might spice up our lives," I grinned at him. "And, it seems to have worked. We both got off and probably couldn't get it up again any time soon. So, you see, we both have off buttons!"
"Well, you're right there," he observed, lifting his large, but flaccid black adder. "I'll shave while you get breakfast started. How about some of your famous scrabbled eggs with grated cheese tossed in?"
"Done," I agreed.
Sunday afternoon, we worked out at the gym (chest day). Trevor checked us in and said that Donnie was working out for a little bit longer, then, they were gonna go fuck the instant Trevor got off duty. We laughed at the newly-weds ardor for each other. Entering the locker room, we found Kurt and Gene toweling off. "Have a good workout?" Dave asked.
"Not nearly as good as last night," Kurt laughed. "You guys were incredible!"
"What?" Dave wondered. I was mystified as well.
"You were fuckin' in the sunroom. We could see you from our bedroom window," Gene revealed. "HOT session. And Kurt nearly fucked me to death with that foot-long hotdog of his. When you came Dave, I shot all over the window with Kurt not far behind me. Well, DEEP behind me!" he laughed, again.
"Geez, I didn't think you could see us," I sort of apologized. "I never bothered to check out the line-of-sight. I guess I was too interested in Dave fuckin' me!"
"Well, you were awesome," Kurt agreed. "Inspiration like that makes our sex that much better."
"Uh, glad we could oblige," Dave smiled. "But, I think we'll be a little more discrete in the future."
"Why?" Kurt asked. "You were sensational. No harm, no foul."
"We'd never know who else might be watching. You could have your family over, Kurt, or yours could be visiting Gene," Dave continued.
"That's the only room in the house that has the elevation and the windows to see into your sunroom. It would only be us," Gene insisted. "It's not like we haven't seen you fuck before!"
"Still," Dave weakened. "I think we need to stop fuckin' in there."
"I agree with them, Dave," I smiled. "Where's the problem, really?"
"Well, it just doesn't seem right to be fuckin' with an audience," he said, trying to sound definite.
"Oh, get off your conservative lawyer horse and get real," I persisted. "It's Kurt and Gene. Besides, I know you loved it. All the open area, exposed to the outside like we were, yet sorta private. You got off on it." He smiled. "'Methinks he doth protest too much'," I laughed, badly quoting Shakespeare.
"Well, perhaps," Dave allowed. "But, next time, I think I'd rather watch you guys goin' at it, instead of just us."
"Bullshit! You were so into makin' it with Mike, you'd not have known nor cared that we were in the room," Kurt said. Their big dicks had risen menacingly in our direction. "But, you could take care of that now," he offered, waving his monster dick at us.
"Anyone in the sauna or steam room?" I asked.
"Sauna's busy, but steam room was empty when we left it," Gene revealed. "We were hoping to find someone to play with, but no one came in. I'm glad you got here when you did. We'd love to do it with you this time, not just watch."
We paired off in the sauna (with Dave providing the condoms), Kurt getting his "Daddy's" dick deep in his ass, and Dave plugged into Gene. In less than five minutes, all participants drained their nuts, with one change. Kurt plugged into Dave, altering the daisy chain from two duets to a quartet. For a change, I was on top with Kurt and Dave in the middle and Gene on the bottom. We shuddered on the tile floor in a dog pile as we finished the creamy deed.
Reed called after we returned home with additional requests he'd received. "One's from Oprah. She wants you on her show early in September when they start taping new shows. And another is from NPR. They want you on 'Talk of the Nation' Wednesday."
"DAMN! What's happened to shake them up and get them interested in us?" Dave wondered aloud.
"Probably something to do with that little curbside speech, Dave," Reed replied. "Other stations picked it up, along with the station manager's editorial. You've made some waves. Just think of the additional impact you'll make when those tapes you ordered start going out, too. Besides, Oprah's something of a fag hag. She'll drool all over herself with you."
"This is snowballing, Dave," I smiled from the other room. "Like it or not, you're becoming a celebrity."
"Both of you, Mike," Reed interjected. "The interview you gave at the Consulate in Vancouver hit the streets this weekend. You were very persuasive in your own way. This isn't just Dave's show."
"Really?" I blanched. "Which one? Magazine or video?" He named the gay magazine we'd spoken to. "How did the straight press get hold of this interview? It isn't exactly a mainstream publication."
"They probably sent out a press release. Most publications do that when they have a hot item they'd like to get some coverage on, other than their own readership," Reed revealed. "Standard practice."
"So, what about the interviews we've already scheduled for this week?" Dave asked weakly.
"The NPR interview is by phone, done from here. And because it's live, it'll be right after noon, and between the other interviews. You won't be on for more than 30 minutes; more than likely, only ten to fifteen minutes. And the Oprah show is broadcast from Chicago. You can get there and back in a couple of days. Taping will be midweek, so you can get there the night before and be ready the next day for a noon taping. Will that work for you?"
"Uh, I suppose it will," I tentatively agreed. "But, I was hoping we could get away and go to Europe for a couple of weeks in the early fall."
"Yeah, we'd talked about that, but made no definite plans," Dave pointed out. "We haven't even called our travel agent."
"Leave from Chicago and go to Europe right after the show is taped," Reed suggested.
I shrugged from the sunroom; so did Dave. "Okay, so what's the theme of the show on NPR? Queers, hate, airplane drunks, or Consulate attacks?" Dave pressed.
"Hate and gays," Reed answered.
"Why us, then? There are many other spokespeople who would be much better at this like PFLAG or The Human Rights Coalition to name just two," I insisted.
"Because they're plugged into the politics of it. You're fresh faces, just ordinary guys (well, in some ways)," he laughed. "And you have a powerful message from an unexpected direction that's being heard, at least in some quarters. They expect this kind of message from the politically connected in PFLAG and the Coalition. And they'll probably be on the same radio show, but they'd like to hear it from the grass roots, too. That's where you come in."
"It won't get in the way of the other interviews?" Dave asked, again, hoping for a better answer.
"Nope. So, be ready. They're generally softball questions from the host, so you needn't worry," Reed assured us.
I sighed loudly. "Okay, I guess we should do this, Dave. We can't let this chance go by without pouncing on it. We have their ear. Let's talk to them."
"The hate groups don't listen to NPR or watch Oprah," Dave pointed out. "Isn't this preaching to the choir?"
"The real bigots don't. They only listen to themselves. But, the ones who might hear their messages will hear yours, too, and you'll be the counterbalance," Reed promised, throwing Dave's own "curbside" words back at him.
"I can't argue against my own logic," Dave finally agreed. "Tell them we'll do it."
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