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BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 74--Playing to the Camera
We opened the first champagne bottle, pouring into trumpet flutes for our guests (the champagne pours deep into the stem, so the bubbles have farther to rise, making for the bubbly viewing experience expected of a fine champagne). The second bottle was already chilling. We knew these big men loved good champagne.
Conversation was stilted (almost forced), until the "tongue-loosening" effects of the champagne kicked in. Within thirty minutes, we were ignoring the cameras and had switched over to more comfortable topics that we all cared about. Our guests went on at some length about our appearance on NPR last week, and our message. They all has listened to the show and had the same opinions we did of the so-called experts. "Shallow thinkers" was the kindest epithet hurled at them. Hopefully, the editors of the tape for the upcoming cable show would cut out all of the libelous comments.
We adjourned to the back deck, where Dave had set up the barbeque and table. As he put the pork cutlets on the barbeque, Kurt asked about several of the bodybuilders at the gym. After asking about several bodybuilders who worked out together, he asked, "You think that Jack or Sam are gay?" We always saw them working out together, but they never left or arrived together. It was a similar pattern for the other duos. I wasn't expecting the responses.
"Sam? Never!" Gary said emphatically. "He's one of the bigger homophobes at the gym."
"Yeah, he's always bragging about some new girlfriend giving him head or takin' it doggie style," Robert agreed. "He's a no-class pig!"
"And Jack?" Kurt pressed.
"Possible," Robert mused. "He's so quiet when he's around Sam. He's hard to get to know."
"I know he has a girlfriend or had one," Gary volunteered. "But, I haven't seen them together for a few weeks. She just may have stopped coming to the gym. I wouldn't read too much into that, though. You think he's gay?"
"Well, he was asking me about Mike and Dave."
"Oh?" Dave cut in.
"Yeah, he and I were in the locker room and he knows that I know you guys, so he was asking how well I knew you. I didn't let it all out of the bag, but told him that I'd known Mike for a long time and you for a shorter time, but I thought both of you were great. He said that he knew you were gay and had a lot of friends at the gym that you talked to, but wondered how approachable you were, because you've become so famous."
"And you replied?" I wondered.
"Well, I told him that you were very approachable and that he should just walk up to either of you and talk. But, he said he couldn't do that because Sam would be on him like 'stink on shit' if he knew."
"Sounds like his friend Sam is definitely homophobic," Dave said, agreeing with Gary's earlier appraisal. "So, where do you think he was heading with that, Kurt?"
"I have no idea. Someone else came into the locker room and he clammed up. So, I dropped it."
We discussed several others (not the ones who made our gaydar immediately go off), but those men who had a certain look to them that made us wonder. No conclusions were reached, but I made a mental note to talk to Jack, the next time I could do so out of range of his bigoted friend, Sam.
Dinner was a smash hit. The wine suited the food perfectly. I'd have to thank Jason the next time we were in Kroger's. We even enjoyed the very sweet dessert wine. It complimented the sorbet well. Our neighbors (both couples) took their leave about nine o'clock, but Keith and Karl stayed (on the premise that they'd had too much to drink). We graciously suggested that they spend the night in one of the guest bedrooms upstairs.
With that settled, the cameras left. But, Keith and Karl didn't spend the night in our guest bedroom. I think you can figure it out.
Although the twins had to work Wednesday morning, they crammed a full night of sex with us into three hours. We swapped partners several times, enjoying their incredible, edible butts through multiple orgasms. Of course, they tried to keep up with us in the same manner, but I think we got the better deal. Their nearly matching 10" black dicks were impressive and well used deep in our butts.
Keith's more curved one hit my prostate unrelentingly. He knew what he was doing with his shallow thrusts, warning me not to touch my dick, so he could see me shoot without any stimulation (other than his hard dick in my ass). I accommodated his request gladly.
He could tell by how I was groaning through our passionate kiss that I was getting very close. His pace sped up, his shallow, short thrusts continued, and his thick dickhead massaged my prostate perfectly. I grabbed his hard, muscle ass and pulled him urgently into me. "Oh, DAMN! Fuck me, Keith! I'm so close! Fuck me HARDER!" I begged with my eyes screwed shut, concentrating on the building climax his ass-pounding dick was generating. I pulled harder on his ass, ramming his fat 10" monster deeper in my ass. His strokes were longer, but the blinding pace hit its peak.
"Cummin' in your ass, Mike! Can't hold back. Fuckin' HOT ass!" Keith moaned through a kiss. He pulled away from the lip lock, fixating on his plunging, spraying dick, deep in my ass.
As his ball honey shot a weak sixth time into the condom, I began spraying my own load. "Fuckin' CUMMING!" I shouted. Keith held my arms so I couldn't jack myself off. I shot three long ropes of cum, punctuated by Keith's shallow dick-dives into my ass. He finally released my arms, but slapped my hands away. Instead, he jacked me off. I bucked into his stroking hand, maximizing my pleasure as more cum bubbled and squirted from my flared dickhead. "DAMN! Fuck! Jack me, KEITH!" I bucked again, and shot harder. When I stopped shooting, Keith pulled out and licked up my spent cream. He sucked my sensitive dick carefully, tonguing out the last drops.
I peeled off the condom from his shrinking dick and drank the contents. It was only fair after all the dick gravy he got from me.
Dave and Karl were still going at it. Karl's knees were pressed hard into his swimmer's chest, Dave's monster dick fucking him in long, slow strokes. We watched and smiled at the coupling next to us. They were attempting to do what we'd just done. But, from the way Dave's face was contorted, he was too close to cumming to force cum out of Karl's big, fuzzy nuts. "Sit on his face, Mike," Keith whispered. "He'll cum fast, then."
Quickly straddling Karl's head, I squatted over his face. I instantly felt a tongue probing my well-fucked sphincter. I groaned with pleasure. Looking into Dave's eyes, I smiled. He leaned in and kissed me, never missing a beat in his slow, deliberate breeding of Karl's ass. The pitch of Karl's rimming hit a new peak. Keith was working his brother's nips as he knew best.
The lurid combination of the three of us brought Karl off in seconds. Dave slapped his hands away when he tried to jack his thick, swaying 10" dick. But, Dave's pace increased. He knew that Karl was on the brink of cumming. He could feel it in the milking action of Karl's ass. Dave went into high gear, fucking hard and deep. Karl's tongue speared my hole and drilled me, licking around hungrily inside, like he was expecting to find some of Dave's cum from this morning.
Karl shouted into my ass as his first stream of cream sprayed in an arc, striking me in the abs. The second shot blasted higher with more force and volume. More ropes of cum shot out, each one delivered with another tongue drilling of my ass. I was deluged and deeply rimmed, and didn't mind a bit. I leaned over, my tongue catching the last dribbles, as Dave's thick meat hit bottom and fired.
"Ah, SHIT!" he roared, thrusting, jamming, hammering hard into Karl's round rump. Karl's hands on Dave's hard ass cheeks encouraged Dave's rutting, pistoning dick. "Fuckin' HOT ass!" Dave bellowed. "Take it all, MAN! FUCK!" His eager partner moaned and groaned into my ass, taking each thrust of 11" meat up his butt hungrily.
"Told ya he'd cum in a hurry," Keith smiled. "The man's a natural butt pig."
"And you aren't?" I laughed, moving off Karl's face. "I seem to vaguely recall Dave's ass getting reamed out by your tongue not more than an hour ago." It had been the preliminary to him fucking Dave while I fucked his brother. Of course, I'd been just as "guilty", rimming Karl's ass, too.
After one more round (with Dave fucking Keith and me fucking Karl, and the twins in a creamy, sperm-laden 69), they departed about midnight. Finishing some last minute cleaning in the kitchen, we went to bed. Dave wanted to talk about our dinner experience with cameras present, but I wanted to sleep. I'm sure it would have been an interesting conversation, if I'd stayed awake.
Wednesday was "our day". We hit the gym (shoulders), talked to Trevor for a few minutes (he and Donnie were still fucking like bunnies), and gave a guy (whose name we didn't know) a double fuck in the steam room. I have no idea how he was able to take both of us up his ass, but he did. Dave went in first and I followed. It was tight, but the guy was an incredible bottom. Before two minutes elapsed, he had both of us creaming in our condoms, deep in his butt. He joined us in a mind-blowing climax.
"You know any other couples with big dicks that like to fuck, too?" he asked as we dried off after our showers.
"There are several here at the gym. Just keep your eyes open for them," Dave smiled. For a short muscleman, this guy was hungry for big dicks.
"Or fisting?"
"Don't know any of those, but I'm sure they're around," Dave allowed.
"Thanks!" the stranger smiled. "I'm here on business and need my butt worked on regularly, just like at home."
"You have a stable of friends or a well-hung boyfriend to keep your butt happy?" I asked.
"Both. He's hung big like you," he said nodding to Dave. "But, we love getting it on with couples and other guys who know how to fuck and take it in the ass. That's what my boyfriend loves to do, just fuck and fuck and fuck. But, I'm not complaining. Well, except when we're apart and I can't get his dick up my ass," he laughed.
"Sounds to me like you're well paired," Dave assumed.
"Oh, yeah. We do love our sex."
Brad and Steve walked in to the locker room. "You might talk to that couple. They may be interested," I whispered to our new friend. But, Brad and Steve declined. They were there to workout and meet someone for lunch. However, they did suggest that he give them his hotel phone number for later in the evening. He thanked them and gave them the number, including his room number.
As they were changing, he asked sotto voce, "Why does that black guy look familiar?"
"Brad Hydewood," Dave deadpanned.
The guy looked like a deer caught in headlights. "You're serious!" We nodded. "Well, I'll be damned. Wait until I tell my boyfriend about this! He'll never believe me, though."
"You need to get Brad first, before you can brag about him," I suggested.
"I'll go over and talk to them, tell them about my special talents," he grinned. The boys looked astonished, but the guy was determined to have them believe he could take on both of them at the same time. Brad patted the piece of paper that he'd written the number on in his pants pocket. With a smile and a nod, they sealed the "deal".
As we were leaving the locker room, the door opened and Jack walked through (the bodybuilder under discussion at last night's dinner). He was caught off-guard, but smiled. We nodded and smiled back. He stopped, seeming to be debating something internally. Dave slowed in front of me, so I did, too. He looked up with a determined smile and said, "Hi. I've seen you around the gym a lot. I'm Jack," he added holding out his hand. Dave took his hand and introduced us. "Uh, I've seen you on the tube a few times and wondered what you're like. That is, if you'd be friendly or not. So, I asked a couple of the guys I've seen you talking to, and they said you wouldn't bite," he grinned at his attempt at humor.
"We promise not to bite," I smiled back, "unless you want us to."
He grinned back. "No, that won't be necessary." He paused. "Uh, you don't know me at all, but you're a couple of out guys and I was hoping you wouldn't mind talking to me about, uh, you know, uh..."
"Being gay?" Dave volunteered.
"Uh, yeah," he blushed a deep red. "I've, uh, had some thoughts on the matter, and, uh, this isn't really a good place to discuss this," he ended weakly with a sigh.
Dave winked at me. "Look, Jack, I know this is very difficult for you. Why don't we leave our phone number and address with Trevor at the front desk? If you wanna talk, we'll be available the balance of the day," he added checking his watch. "Well, how about over lunch?"
"Uh, sure!" Jack brightened. "I need to go home and shower, but I'm almost done here. How about in another 30 minutes or so?"
"Sure, call us. We'll discuss where and when for lunch," Dave smiled, closing the "deal".
"Smooth, Dave," I grinned at the front desk. "He's so wanting to come out of the closet and try men," I whispered as Trevor handed us a piece of paper and pencil.
"Which guy's gonna get boned this time?" he laughed.
"None of your business, brother-in-law," Dave smiled. "And we're not gonna bone him. We're just having lunch."
"So, which one's the main course?"
"Jack."
"Jack?" he asked. Then, it hit him. "You don't mean that totally straight stud that works out with jerk-wad Sam, do you?"
"Just give him the paper?" Dave insisted, handing him back the folded piece of paper with Jack's first name on the outside. He tossed the pencil back on to the desk and with a smile, left Trevor sputtering, nearly begging for more information. I couldn't help but laugh.
I tossed our sweaty gym clothes into the washer, added soap, and turned it on. "Ideas for lunch?" I asked as we refilled our gym bags with fresh workout clothes.
"I was thinking of lunch here," Dave revealed. I looked askance. "I don't think what he wants to talk about is what he wants overheard at a restaurant." I smiled at his clever mind. "And we can get him more comfortable around us."
"And just what kind of clothes did you have in mind, you pervert?"
"Sandals, garden cutoffs, no shirt," he replied with a grin.
"Damn! You are DEVIOUS!"
"Thanks!"
We changed into our garden togs, deciding to work in the back yard. (We couldn't be in the front yard with children playing in the neighborhood with clothes like these on. Well, Dave certainly couldn't.). Dave attached his cell phone to his beltline. My tight cotton shorts emphasized my round, muscle ass and my big basket. Dave's cutoffs, well, there's no polite way to say this, covered very little. They rode up his deep ass trench when he bent over, exposing his asshole and his nuts. His dickhead was already hanging out the bottom of the right leg hole. Those shorts didn't cover much of anything, unless he were standing and had taken the time to adjust everything back inside the fabric.
I mowed and edged the lawn while Dave dug weeds in back. When I finished that (a small lawn) and pulled a few weeds out of the flowerbeds in front (as Dave couldn't be seen there), I joined him in the back yard. He was just reclipping the cell phone to his beltline when I arrived.
"We have a luncheon guest," he smiled. "Something light and outside?"
I nodded. Deciding that sandwiches and chips with something cold to drink would be adequate, I went into the house. Dave joined me. We washed up (not sweating enough to shower, again) and began preparing lunch. "When did he say he'd be here?" I asked.
Before Dave could answer, the doorbell rang. "Now," he laughed.
"Are you sure you're the one who should answer the door in that get-up?" I asked, knocking him aside with my hip and racing to the front door. Dave was right behind me. Standing on the front porch was Jack, resplendent in a blue muscle shirt and white and black bicycle pants. At 5'10" and 200 pounds of rippling muscles, he looked delicious. Perhaps, he would be lunch. I opened the storm door and invited him inside. I couldn't help but stare at the nicely shaped dick bulging in front, supported by an evidently large nut bag. "Come on in," I invited. He extended his hand and we shook it, again.
"Thanks for seeing me," he began. "And doing lunch here is so much better than a public place."
"The topic is a sensitive one for you?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah. I really don't know where to begin."
"Begin at the beginning, Jack," Dave smiled. "Just let it all roll out, a stream of consciousness, if you will." We were in the kitchen, the sandwiches nearly assembled. I sliced tomatoes and added romaine lettuce.
"I'm so fuckin' nervous, I'm not sure I can eat anything," Jack admitted, seeing the mound of sandwiches and tray of chips and drinks.
"Maybe a glass of wine or a beer would soothe those nerves?" I proposed.
"It's a little early, but why not. A little wine would be best, white if you have it. Beer is too full of calories and I'm not very fond of it, anyway," he admitted.
"Okay if we eat outside on the deck?" Dave asked.
"Sure," he agreed. After we sat at the table on the deck, Jack blurted out, "I think I'm gay."
We smiled at our brilliant deduction. "How'd you come to that conclusion?" Dave asked.
"I'm always checking out guys," he sighed.
"That's comparison shopping," I laughed. "Don't make too much of it. You ever done anything with a guy before?"
"Circle jerks and so forth," Jack admitted.
"That's just exploration, Jack," Dave assured him.
"It seems that's all I think about. Even when I was boning my last girlfriend, I was thinking about other guys cumming, and what it would be like to feel them cum and taste it!" he blushed.
"You ever tasted cum?" Dave pressed.
"Just my own."
"And?" I asked.
"I liked it. My girlfriends would never blow me to the finish, because they said it tasted nasty," he bristled. "Are my taste buds telling me that I'm gay, too?"
"Your taste buds are fine," Dave said confidently. "Some guys smoke or drink too much or have strange dietary habits. Because you're a bodybuilder, you don't do all that weirdness, so your cum tastes good to you. And I'm sure it would to others, if they had the chance to get over some unfortunate, earlier blowjobs."
"I haven't heard much of anything that confirms that you're gay, Jack," I offered. "You have some fantasies about cumming. Most men probably do, too. If you must put a label on it, maybe you're bisexual. But, until you've really had experiences with other men, I think it's all in the 'perhaps' category."
"How did you guys discover that you were gay?" he asked.
"Well, it's a couple of long stories, Jack, but let me tell ya right up front that both of us were married at one time," Dave began. "And we still turned out gay."
"That sounds like an argument I'd make," Jack laughed.
Dave smiled. "Well, that wasn't my intent, but that IS how it turned out for both of us. We went through the search for our true identities at different stages of our lives. Other guys start earlier, some later. Mike knows a guy who started at 14 experimenting with men."
"Wow! That's pretty young," Jack said.
"Yeah, well, the guy was a stud even at 14," I defended.
"Someone I know?" Jack asked.
"Probably. But, we're not naming names. That's up to him to tell you," I said.
"Someone from the gym?" he continued pressing.
"You have your eye on someone, Jack?" Dave smiled, redirecting the conversation back to Jack.
"Uh, yeah, sorta. That is, if I'm gay, he's the one I'd love to do it with first."
"You think he's gay or hope he might be?" I wondered.
"From what I've seen of him, who he pals around with, which people his eyes follow, and what I've heard about him, I'd say he's probably gay," Jack mused. "And he's not some good-lookin', flaky, unemployed, muscle-bound bozo, either."
"How do you know?" Dave asked.
"He drives a great car, wears well-tailored suits, and looks hot in anything he wears. The man oozes sex," Jack sighed.
"You sure he isn't married, has a girlfriend or boyfriend already?" I suggested.
"I know he's not married. I've never seen him with a girlfriend or boyfriend. But, that doesn't mean anything, of course. They may not be gym bunnies like us."
"Is he someone we know?" Dave asked.
"More than likely, yes."
"You know his name?" I pursued.
"Yeah, Jeremy something."
"Oh, well, then, yes, we do know him," I smiled.
"Indeed," Dave agreed.
"Oh?" Jack quizzed.
"Very well. He's not the virgin that you are, Jack, when it comes to men. What do you know about him?" I asked.
"He's awesomely muscular, he drives a big Lexus, so he's gotta have great job, but I'm not sure where, and I heard he's a stripper on weekends (which I don't care about). With a body as great as his, I can see why he'd show it off like that."
"Even if he were a gay stripper?" Dave leered.
"Uh, well, really? He's a stripper in front of men? Wow! Well, if he's gay, why not, I guess," he said without conviction.
"That bothers you?" Dave asked.
"Uh, I'm not sure," he mused. "But, why would he do that, if he's got such a great job?"
"Maybe, because he enjoys it," I suggested.
"Well, I guess he could. Does his real job know about the stripping one?"
"Doubtful," Dave allowed.
"Double life, sorta," Jack said.
"We could introduce you formally," I suggested. "I think he'd be available this evening, if you'd like to stay for dinner, Jack," I promised.
"Thanks, but I have a couple of classes yet this afternoon, but they'll be over by four," Jack added with a big grin. "But, if that doesn't work out for him, how about this weekend?"
"I know that he works Saturday and Sunday at his real job as well as stripping the same days. However, the stripping doesn't start until 10, so we could have a late supper after he gets off at six?" Dave submitted. "But, if he's available this evening, we'll let you know."
"That'd be great, if you could arrange it."
"We should go see him later today anyway on another matter," I smiled. "We'll arrange something after that, but we'll need your phone number." He gave us his home number. "And what other questions can we answer for you about him? Jeremy's really a great guy and incredible in bed. Do you have a notion of the kind of sex that you'd like to have with him?"
"Well, never having participated in gay sex, I'm not sure. I think I'd like to kiss him and lick his muscles, especially Jeremy's big muscles. He has a great ass and I know I wanna kiss and hug that big muscle ass of his. I'd like to suck his dick, too, I think. And if fuckin' guys is as good as fuckin' women, I know I wanna fuck his incredible muscle ass for him."
"Better than fuckin' women," Dave assured him. "Mike and I have both been there and we know the difference. Fuckin' man ass is without peer."
"I'll take your word for that until I get a chance to prove it one way or the other."
"Jeremy loves to get fucked, and he's got a nice, big dick," Dave tantalized.
"But, he knows how to be a very butch top, too," I offered.
"You've been with him then, I assume? Does his cum taste good? That's gonna be a deal breaker for me."
"Oh, yeah," Dave confirmed. "He's a bodybuilder like you, so he takes good care of himself through diet and exercise. No smoking and limited drinking."
"Good," he sighed with relief. "I wouldn't want my fantasy dashed on something as seemingly insignificant as tasty cum."
"Not insignificant, if it means something to you, Jack," I assured him.
"And he's got a big dick?"
"Yeah, about nine inches of thick meat. You?"
"DAMN! A big one, for sure. I'm about the same, I think. I know my girlfriends sure liked it," he bragged.
"I'm sure Jeremy will enjoy it even more," Dave said. "You're his type, I'm sure."
"What type is that?" he asked.
"Young, hung, built, and eager," Dave laughed.
After Jack left for class, I sent an e-mail off to our neighbor, Nick, at his store, asking him to give me a quote on a new computer. I gave him the specifications I had in mind, but would entertain better ones. I gave him the quotes I'd seen on the internet for a Dell and a Gateway computer, just for comparison. Further, I asked if he could connect up our computers in a network, using my old computer's tape drive as our backup for critical files, programs, and my genealogy data.
While he ruminated on that, we drove out to the Lexus dealership to chat with Jeremy. We truly were in the market to replace my clunker, but more importantly, we wanted to see if he were interested in Jack.
"You're shittin' me! Jack?" he exploded when we broke the news to him outside in the new car lot. "That hot bodybuilder from the gym? That Jack?"
"The very one," I confirmed.
Dave nodded. "And he said that of all the men that he'd like to help him explore his gay side, you are at the top of the list!"
"He's a virgin?"
"With men, yeah," I clarified.
"You are SO pullin' my chain!" he laughed. "There's no way that straight guy is gonna want me, or any other man for that matter."
"Jeremy, he was just over at the house. We had lunch with him. He told us all of this. He's really hot for you," I averred in staccato fashion.
"And he wants to have dinner with you and us tonight, as soon as you get off work," Dave added.
"But, why me?" Jeremy nearly asked himself. "I already sorta have a boyfriend in Salt Lake. He doesn't know me from a box of birds."
"Nor do you know him," I pointed out. "That makes you even. He's a virgin. He wants to explore. I know you're a terrific, gentle man, Jeremy. You wouldn't fuck him over, just to get your rocks off. Besides, he says he has a big dick and wants to fuck your hot ass." Jeremy smiled broadly at that. "And you don't have any kind of monogamy thing going with Preston. So, what's the problem here?"
Jeremy smiled, again. "Well, since you put it that way, I suppose dinner couldn't hurt. After he has a chance to talk to me, he may decide that I'm too big and stupid for him."
"Au contraire, mon ami," Dave laughed. "You're exactly what he likes: big, smart, and loves hot sex. Besides, he said that you drive a big Lexus and have a great job."
"Little does he know that the big Lexus is a demo and I only get to drive it if I'm top salesman for the month," Jeremy sighed, then, smiled deviously. "But, you could put me over the top when we get that blue one out of Sacramento," he suggested with a huge grin.
"Let's talk numbers, Jeremy," I smiled back. "A lease for three or four years?"
"Done! I'll get you a great lease price, too. You trading in the beater, right?"
"Yeah, that's part of the down payment," I proposed to him.
"Let me talk to the used car manager and see what he'll give you for it. Not many miles on it, right?"
"Less than 10,000 a year," I assured him.
"Okay. Let me make sure the one in Sacramento is still available while I work up some number for ya. Could I get you some coffee or munchies while you wait?" he asked.
"How about something cool to drink?" Dave suggested.
"Coming right up. Cola or non-cola?"
"Non for me?" I answered.
"And me. Sugar-free, if you have it."
"We stock nearly everything here to keep our customers happy," he bragged.
"How about a couple of hot men?" Dave laughed.
"You have to go through me for that," Jeremy insisted. "If this doesn't work out with Jack tonight, you both have to fuck me. And if we can come to terms on this car deal, you'll have to fuck me all day and all night!"
"Down, Boy!" I smiled. "You can get THAT, whether you get us to sign on the dotted line or not. You know how easy we are."
Inside the dealership, Jeremy located a couple of sodas for us (served up in crystal goblets), then, tapped into the computer to confirm that "our car" was still sitting on the lot in Sacramento.
While he was checking the invoice price and calculating a lease payment schedule (plus conferring with the used car manager about my old one), Dave pulled me over to one of the new LS430's sitting in the showroom. "You know," he murmured, "if we do decide we want that car, we could fly down there, make a weekend of it with Duane and Carol and our new nephews, and drive the new car home."
"Oh, I like the way you think," I agreed. "Give me your cell phone and I'll call Brad for one-way tickets, subject to confirmation." Dave handed over the phone. "Brad! You and Steve gonna take on that guy tonight?" I listened while he confirmed that was their intent, especially after he told them of his talented ass. "Trust me. He's VERY capable. Dave and I have already enjoyed his talents." He laughed, knowing something that much fun, we had already sampled. "We wish you well. But, I'm calling for another purpose. Put on your travel agent hat and see what you can do for two one-way tickets to Sacramento, leaving Friday afternoon." He said it would probably be the same as a round-trip, but he'd give it a shot.
I handed the phone back to Dave as Jeremy joined us. "Step into my parlor, said the spider to his favorite flies." He led us to one of the plushly furnished cubicles set aside for the sales staff. "I'm able to deeply discount this car, because the new models will be out in a couple of months. So, here's the bottom line." He spun a sheet of paper around, with a monthly lease payment circled. "It helped very much that you had a car to trade in as a down payment. That took a lot off your final price. The used car manager said we could get top dollar for your car, Mike." I scanned through the numbers quickly, noting the value of the trade-in and the amount knocked off the sticker price. "I'm making this a three-year lease instead of a four, as this is gonna be last year's model, soon."
"Let me discuss it with the distinguished gentlemen sitting beside me for a moment, Jeremy," I said. Jeremy rose and departed, walking out to the showroom. "Well, whatcha think?" I asked Dave.
"I think we should do it. But, let's ask if we get anything more off for picking it up there," he suggested.
We left the cubicle to find Jeremy, to ask the question. It did make a difference of about $10 a month. "That's a cost we'd have had to eat," Jeremy smiled. "So, it had to be figured in the price. Any reason you wanted to go down and get it yourself, other than saving the $10 a month?"
"Dave has family there," I admitted.
"And we want instant gratification," Dave added. "I'm sure it'd be a coupla weeks to truck it up here."
"Well, 10 days to two weeks," Jeremy confided.
"I'll put a hold on the car, and tell them to have it ready to drive away on Friday?"
"Yeah, sure, why not. That way we'd have wheels for the weekend," I smiled. "Where do we sign?"
"It'll take a bit to scatter all the paperwork together and get you a trip ticket to transport it out of California back here. You won't be subject to California sales tax, either. You know which flight you'll be arriving on?"
"No, we just called Brad and asked him to scare up a couple of one-way tickets (to be confirmed) for Friday afternoon," I volunteered.
"I think the dealership down there would be more than willing to pick you up at the airport and take you back to their store to sign the final drive-away papers. I know we do here," he said.
Dave pulled out the cell phone and punched the "redial" button. "Brad, Dave here. You got us tickets for Sacto?" He listened and smiled. "What are the flight number and ETA?" He scribbled something down on the lease estimate page. "Fine. Thanks, Brad. We'll pick them up at the airport."
Jeremy picked up his phone, dialed the Lexus dealership in Sacramento and spoke with the sales manager. He related the deal we'd just struck for one of their cars. Evidently, the sales manager had volunteered to pick us up at the airport, as Jeremy gave him the flight number and estimated time of arrival. "They'll pick you up in one of their demos. I don't know who it'll be, but look for a new, dark green (we call it Opal Jade) LS430 with dealer plates on it. Your car is yours now, so they can't drive it."
"Now that we have that settled, are you coming to dinner tonight?" Dave asked.
"Of course! Not only will I celebrate a great deal with you guys, I have the potential of scoring a new bedmate."
I fished Jack's number out of my pocket and dialed. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was 3:30. He was still in class, so I left a message, asking him to call us back as soon as he could. We had dinner and guest awaiting him, I'd told him in the message. "How long is all this paperwork gonna take, Jeremy?" I asked.
"It'll be done within an hour."
"What time do you get away from here today?" Dave probed.
"I'm gone at six. When should I arrive for dinner? And what can I bring?"
"Just yourself and your hot ass," I whispered, bending over the desk.
"And the drag du jour is?"
"The less, the better," Dave smiled evilly.
"Likewise, I'm sure."
"You can count on it," I assured him. "And the same message will be given to Jack. He has a hot body, so he might as well show it off."
"At least, I can bring wine," Jeremy protested. "What's for dinner and when?"
"Uh, barbequed chicken, rice, uh, veggies, and a salad," I stalled. "Dinner about 7:00?"
He agreed. "I'll bring sorbet, too," the mountain of muscles volunteered. We nodded. "Let me get this over to our business manager and have her write it all up for you. Did you happen to think to bring the title to your car with you, Mike?"
"In the glove box, Jeremy."
"Terrific. Give me the keys to it and I'll fetch it." I tossed him my keys, as Dave pulled out his spare set. "You might as well have these as well," I added, scooping up Dave's extra set. Jeremy put them in an envelope and headed out the door.
"You'd better give Duane and Carol a call to make sure they'll be home this weekend," I said, handing Dave the cell phone. He punched on a few keys, then, hit "send". Carol picked up the receiver after two rings.
"Carol! This is Dave. How are my babies?" He listened and laughed. "No, we wouldn't know what to do with two infants. But, thanks for the offer. You and Duane and our godsons gonna be home this weekend?" He paused. "Terrific. We'll be down Friday afternoon, late. We just got a new car and will be picking it up in Sacramento." He told her about the lease and why we were picking it up there. "Besides, you need a break from those boys. How about if you run away from home for an evening or the whole night while we take care of the boys?" He paused, again. "Oh, that's right. They eat at Mom's. Okay, well, at least, you could run away for a few hours. We can let them munch on rice cereal or formula while you're gone." She liked the idea. "Okay. We'll drive over as soon as we take delivery. But, don't expect us before six. I'll be bringing my cell phone along, so we'll call you as soon as we're on the road." He broke the connection after another minute and smiled. "This will be good for both of them to get away for an evening, even if for no more than a few hours. Carol is breastfeeding, but she can't keep those two boys satisfied all the time, so she's got them on rice cereal and formula to supplement. They almost sleep though the night now, because their little tummies are full.
"You okay with changing diapers?" I asked smiling.
"Not the most fun I've ever had, but WE'LL survive?"
"We?"
"Yeah, one of those boys is named after you, too. So, it's WE, white man!"
I sighed, but agreed. Besides, I wouldn't mind some sack time with Duane, if there were a way to get his wife to disappear for a while. But, our surroundings intruded. "I guess we're the proud owners of a new Lexus, Dave," I smiled.
"Lessees, not owners," he corrected. I nodded at the fine legal line he'd drawn. "Uncle Clay will be pea green. His is a year older."
"But, he does have the Platinum Series. This is just the garden variety LS430."
"With all the whistles and bells," I added.
"Yep, all of 'em."
The business manager tried to sell us additional appearance packages, such as protective coatings for the leather upholstery, but we declined. This was their car, not ours. So, if it was such a good idea, they should do it. By 4:30, we were on our way home. The final papers stipulated that we were to surrender final title to my old car by Wednesday of next week. I figured we could do that Tuesday (driving home all day Monday of next week), but with the offer of an extra day, we took their offer.
As we turned in the driveway, Jack called. "He can make it tonight?"
"Yep. He gets off at six, and will be here shortly afterwards. Dinner will be at seven, but come an hour early for cocktails and conversation," Dave said. "And the dress is VERY casual. The less, the better. Anything more than shorts is too much," Dave laughed. He broke up at Jack's comment. "Yes! I told you, the less, the better. See ya then, Jack."
"What'd he say?"
"He asked if it could be more abbreviated than what we were wearing for lunch."
"Is that possible?" I wondered.
He shrugged.
I checked my e-mail, while Dave pulled dinner from the freezer and refrigerator. The chicken breasts needed to be thawed and the rice prepped for cooking. Nick had responded with a quote for my new computer, plus hooking our computers together into a network. He suggested that for the same price that Dell and Gateway were charging, he could boost my chip speed to the faster 1.4 Gig from the 1.0. The hard drive would be 20 Gig larger, too. I sent him back an e-mail giving him the go-ahead and asking when he could deliver it and set up the network. With the e-mail sent, I joined Dave in the kitchen.
At 6:15, Jack arrived. He wore a terrycloth beach wrap, which he pulled off as soon as he walked through the door. The black thong bikini hid only the color of his dick. The facts that he was cut and had big nuts were obvious to anyone but a blind man. The thong rode up his ass trench like Dave's cutoff's did his. His muscles bulged. His ass looked as hard as granite. We nearly devoured him. One thing was certain: Jack did have a big dick. It burst out of his "swimwear" after we kissed him (a pseudo-chaste one involving hands on his erect nipples and feathery caresses of his bubble butt). We weren't in much better shape. Our tight, spandex shorts didn't hide much, either. Dave's monster dick bulged ominously against Jack's round ass as we hugged him between us.
"Perhaps, I was a little hasty. Jeremy can have seconds," he hoarsely whispered, feeling Dave's monster dick with one hand and mine with the other. "You guys are HUNG!" But, Jeremy chose that particular moment to arrive.
"Fuck!" Dave laughed. "I think I'll go tell him you couldn't make it tonight and that dinner's been cancelled."
"I'd better go stuff my dick back in my thong. Where's your bathroom?" Jack asked. I pointed him toward the back of the house.
"Jeremy's gonna be one lucky guy. Jack's HOT!" I sighed.
"Yeah, but I'll settle for sloppy seconds, if we can pry them apart."
Jeremy took a few extra seconds to grab the bottle of wine and sorbet in a bag from the back seat of his car. That gave us a few extra seconds to get our dicks to wilt. When he rang the doorbell, Jack was returning from the bathroom. Jeremy wore a large camp shirt (to retain some decency in public) as he strode up our porch steps. But, it was off by the time we opened the door. First impressions make a difference. He smiled at us as he walked over the threshold. His expression changed to stunned when he saw Jack in only the thong bikini. Jack was no better off.
"Fuck!" they whispered in unison, gazing hungrily at each other.
I made the introductions, but I'm not sure either of them heard me. They did shake hands, but it was a long, expressive, silent exchange.
"Uh, before the wine gets warm and the sorbet melts...?" Dave smiled, taking the package from Jeremy.
"You are SO AWESOME!" Jack finally said as his hands ran lightly over Jeremy's big shoulders and arms.
"How can a good-looking dude like you want a muscle head like me to explore your gayness with?"
"Because you're the sexiest man I've ever seen," Jack breathed. "And that goat' and 'stache make you mysterious as well as sexy."
"Let's just cut to the chase here," I suggested. "Dinner can wait. Use one of the guest bedrooms upstairs. Cum towels, lube, and condoms are in the bed table."
Both men blushed crimson. "Geez, Mike, I'm sorry," Jeremy apologized. "This is so ungracious of me. We're supposed to be celebrating your new Lexus, too," he added weakly, staring back into Jack's blue eyes.
"Go!" Dave commanded. "Dinner will wait. You have one hour to get acquainted. Then, we pull you apart and eat!" He gave them a push toward the stairway. They smiled sheepishly, but didn't protest. As their muscled bodies thundered up the stairs, Dave winked at me. "Well, while they're fuckin', why don't we?"
"I love the way you think, Mister."
Knowing we had at least an hour before they drifted back downstairs, we took our time making love. The central air-conditioning kept the bedroom cool, but not the sex. We kissed and hugged and slurped and licked every inch of skin on each other. Our leaking dicks were throbbing for release, but we ignored them as long as possible. Finally, Dave couldn't stand it any longer and shoved my mouth over his big dickhead. He cried out loudly at the pleasure. "I'm so close, Mike! Please, you gotta suck me off."
I smiled inwardly. Those words put me in complete control of the situation. I teased his thick, leaking head, sucking fiercely one moment, then, licking lightly with my tongue the next. He noisily begged me to bring him off, but I demurred, delaying him. He tried pushing my head down on his throbbing monster, but I slapped his hands away. I wet my fingers and gently inserted one, then, two, then three fingers up his clenching ass. Accidentally striking his prostate, he lunged upward, burying his steely fuck pole deep in my throat. I pulled off, gasping for air.
Grabbing the nearby lube, I greased up his hungry ass and my dick. I continued tenderly sucking his bloated, precum-oozing trouser trout. Moving slowly into position, I replaced my fingers with the blunt head of my leaking dick and entered him. He grabbed at my ass and pulled me forcefully forward. I raced deeply, burying better than half of my nine inches before I could halt my plunge. Pulling off his dick, I smiled down at him. "I need to fuck you as much as you need me to blow you, Dave."
He grinned back at me, urging me deeper into him, and bringing my face down to his. "I wanna feel you cum inside me as I blast my load," he whispered. "Don't hold back, Mike. I wanna feel possessed by you and your need to BREED!" he almost shouted as I ground in the last thick inch of my throbbing dick.
"This is gonna be a short ride," I whispered. "Your ass is a milking machine!"
"Cum with me," he croaked, lightly touching the head of his throbbing dick, slowly fingering his right nip. "Fuck me hard and fast. I'm right on the edge."
I kissed him again, but his big hands grabbed both of my ass cheeks, begging me to go faster, pulling energetically on my butt. Delicately stroking his dick, I reached for one of his black, eraser-head nips. I pulled firmly and he bucked hard beneath me, jacking himself in my hand and impaling himself deeper on to my thick dick. "Ya like that, doncha?" I murmured. "Need a hot load in your ass, doncha, Babe? Want me to shoot a gallon of hot cum in your ass. You're so fuckin' hot for my dick in your ass!"
"Fuck ME!" he moaned plaintively. He grabbed my dick-stroking hand and squeezed his dick hard as he got a long stroke from me. "FUCK! Yeah!" he shouted, cum bubbling from his open piss slit. "Fuckin' CUMMING!" he added as the first big volley of cream jetted from his black hose, spraying his broad chest copiously. He bucked again, working harder at fucking himself on my thick shaft, but still jacking himself off with both our hands wrapped around his squirting snake. "Fuck ME!" he begged.
Happy to oblige, I power-fucked his ass, like a stallion breeding a mare. He whimpered and stiffened alternately between each climax wave. Now, he was holding on to my ass with both hands, letting me perform the jacking his spurting dick required. Dave's thick hose sprayed multiple times, coating his chest up to his neck with warm cream. I buried the hilt of my thick sword into his upturned ass and jerk violently. I saw stars as my climax hit me like a wall. My hips thrust hard and fast into him, blasting my nut load far up his ass tunnel. Several seconds ticked by as I sprayed and fucked more cum into my lover's hungry butt. I couldn't believe how hard I was cumming and for such a long period. My toes and nose tingled, again.
"FUCK ME! Just like THAT!" came a shout from the bedroom doorway.
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