All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 75--A Coming Out
My head snapped around to see Jeremy bent over in front of a thrusting, muscle- bulging Jack. Dave laughed softly at the spectacle. I smiled, too. Our voyeurs squeezed their eyes shut, enjoying the sensation of hot, mutual sex. Jack was obviously enjoying his first (or second?) mounting of male ass. Jeremy's big hands were pulling Jack into his muscle-builder butt, demonstrating his pleasure with Jack's fucking skills.
Jeremy's knees were slightly bent, so Jack could reach the "mountain of muscles'" tall ass with his long, thick dick. His smiling countenance showed the pleasure of his coupling with Jack. Jeremy's long, thick dick waved at us, slapping at his bulging quads as Jack pummeled his hungry butt. Jack's moans increased to a crescendo. His climax waves overtook him, and hurled him on to the shores of Jeremy's broad back. He hugged Jeremy tightly about his trim waist as his hips continued their deep thrusts into Jeremy's welcoming rear.
"Gawd! What a fuck!" Jeremy smiled as Jack's sweaty, muscled torso unglued from his tanned back. "He's certainly trying to make up for lost time." Jack smiled lazily as he opened his eyes, then, kissed Jeremy on the shoulder. "You missed," Jeremy grinned, turning his head. Jack blushed, but kissed his new friend directly on the lips.
Jack slowly pulled out and stripped off the filled condom. His dick was very impressive. We smiled at the grin on Jeremy's face as he also noted the big dick that had just banged him so eagerly. It was shrinking slowly, but was still a good 8" long and at least 5" around. Creamy cum streaked the length of this thick prick, and a big drop of cum hung tenaciously from the large head. Jeremy quickly solved the sticky, leftover cum problem when he sucked Jack's somewhat sensitive dick into his hungry mouth. "Stop," Jack laughed. "That tickles." He tried to push Jeremy away, but Jeremy wasn't to be deterred. Jeremy wrestled him to the floor, still nursing the draining cum shooter. Jack squirmed, but couldn't extricate himself. He gave in, laughing.
Jeremy moved up Jack's young, muscled body, kissing, caressing, and tonguing his way north. He worked Jack's erect nips with this lips and tongue, kissed his neck and his chin, then, kissed him tenderly on the lips. "This is SO disgusting," Dave smiled in mock concern. "So like those fags! They have no appreciation for decorum or good manners!" He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of bed. "Time for our showers," he commanded.
"But, I wanted to watch them fuck!" I protested laughing.
"They just did," Dave insisted. "They can shower after we do, or go upstairs." We stepped over the ardent couple and left the room. Showering together, we talked and laughed at their zeal for each other. "Were we ever that bad?" Dave wondered.
"Still are," I confirmed.
"Yeah, ain't it awful," he smiled and kissed me.
As we toweled off, we heard the unmistakable shouts of Jeremy's climax, followed by one we'd very recently heard from Jack. "Uh, maybe I spoke too soon," I winked. "I think they fuck more than we ever have."
"I know we could catch up," he laughed, grabbing my ass and rubbing his long dick along the deep trench. "Just say the word."
"The word is dinner," I delayed. "They have to eat sometime."
"I think they're eating each other."
"Nevertheless," I countered, moving away before his rising, black snake speared my butt, "dinner was the reason for the invitation. We don't want to be ungracious."
He moved in behind me, pressing his body against my back and ass. "I love you, Mike." He kissed the back of my neck and hugged me tightly. "Even when you deny me my husbandly dues," he added grinning.
I leaned back into him. "We'll have to shower again, and dinner will be delayed."
"I don't think they'll mind." Dave bent me over the bathroom vanity and ate my ass out like dinner would be delayed several weeks. He had me begging for his baby- maker, pleading hungrily to be fucked. He stood, saliva shining his wet face as he grinned avidly at me. "You are gonna get so fucked!" he promised. I handed him a small pump bottle of lube. He grinned back at me. "A little helper?"
"That thing's a monster," I asserted. "And I haven't been fucked in, what, several hours!" He laughed and applied the offered lube to his throbbing 11" butt-wrecker. My tight ass had relaxed due to the oral servicing of it. Pressing the big, broad head of his dick against my pucker, he pushed. I arched my back and welcomed him inside, impaling myself on several thick inches.
The shower turned on upstairs. Dave smiled in the mirror at me. "They'll be downstairs and hungry soon. But, never fear. Daddy Dave is hot for your ass and won't be taking very long with you milking my dick like that," he winced. I smiled at his pleasured grimace. Whether I did it on purpose or not, my hungry ass WAS stroking him.
He pushed harder into me. I grabbed his hard muscled ass cheeks and pulled him deeper. His big hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and drove his monster dick completely into me. "Fuck, YEAH! Fuck me, Daddy!" I bellowed. My dick was hovering over the sink, bloated and leaking. He released my ass globes, but continued a slow, long-dicking pace. From the look on his face, he was keeping the rhythm slow to keep from cumming. One hand moved to my erect, left nipple and pulled, the other hand slowly stroked my dick. The remaining lube on his fingers provided too much stimulation. "Take it easy on the dick, Dave. I'm gonna cum too soon from the way you're jackin' me."
"Same to you, Mister!" He smiled over my shoulder, but not relenting with his stroking hand or his dick deep in my butt. "You back off on milking my dick and I'll slow down on your dick."
"But, I want your load," I protested with a smile.
"So do I," he replied, kissing my shoulder. "I'm ready to cum when you are," he breathed heavily.
I pushed my ass hard into his humping hips. "So am I." He jacked my dick in sync with his long thrusts into my hungry butt. The pace soared as his breathing became more ragged. His muscles tightened and his hand flew over my swollen dick. "Ah, FUCK!" I moaned as I reached my "point of no return." I impaled myself greedily on his fuck post, going for the highest climax pinnacle I could reach. His pistoning hand lost its rhythm as his climax concentrated his attention on powerfucking my ass. But, I was well past caring. My first weak shot of cream dribbled into the sink, but the next three heavy squirts coated the mirror and dripped down the backsplash to the countertop.
I felt his hard body stiffen on my back, his hips banging hard into my round butt. With a prolonged whimper, he shot hard into me. Each climax wave elicited another groan of pleasure from him and a smile from me. I felt the first two big wads of man cream jet into me. I'd been well and truly fucked!
Dave remained glued to my back, humping slowly as more cum drained from his thick tubesteak. Infrequent waves of climax now shuddered through his body, his big arms holding me securely against him. My retreating dick dripped lazily into the sink. I pulled a couple of tissues from the dispenser and attempted to clean off the mirror, backsplash, and counter. Dave grabbed my hand and pulled me away from my task. "I'll do that," he whispered, pulling his still sizeable dick from my sated butt. He licked the mirror and backsplash clean of sperm, then, sucked up the large puddle on the counter. He finished, bent over the sink, licking up my last dribbles.
His bent over form was too much for me to ignore. I knelt behind him and pushed my face deep between his butt cheeks. The sudden invasion made him jump and squeal. But, then, he laughed and relaxed. I'd shot too far up his ass to get any of my cum back (from our bedroom fuck), so all I tasted was a little bit of lube and his butthole. "You keep that up and you'll have to fuck me, again," he smiled, pulling his chocolate cheeks apart.
"I doubt that I could get it up this soon," I smiled back at him. We rinsed off again, brushed our teeth, and started dinner. Jack and Jeremy joined us within ten minutes of our final rinse. Their shorts continued to bulge in all the right places. Their lack of additional clothing displayed their muscled bodies to perfection. They were a distraction to us as well as each other. Consequently, Dave nearly burned the chops and I nearly chopped off my fingers while making a salad.
Standing on the deck (champagne flutes in hand), we gathered around the barbeque as Dave pulled the corn-on-the-cob off the grill. Jeremy was standing behind Jack, towering over him as he hugged him closely. "You seem to be getting along well," Dave observed, trying very hard not to laugh out loud at his understatement.
"You were right," Jack said. "Man sex is SO much better than getting it on with a woman."
"Think you can keep up with this newly minted stud, Jeremy?" I asked as straight-faced as I could.
"I think I'm getting old," Jeremy laughed. "This kid can get it up and off more than I thought possible in such a short time."
"Oh?" Dave and I said in unison.
"Does 'fucked to death' mean anything to you?"
"Sounds good to me," Dave ventured. Jack turned crimson. "Get used to the idea of frank discussions when men like us get together, Jack."
"Details!" I insisted to prove Dave's point.
Jeremy hesitated. Jack looked over his shoulder and smiled up at Jeremy. "They'll find out one way or another. Might as well just let it all hang out," he sighed.
"Well," Jeremy began with a huge grin, "the minute we got upstairs, he was on me like white on rice. I'm not even pretending to complain. I wanted him just as badly. He hesitated a little when we kissed, but that lasted maybe five seconds. I started suckin' on his big dick and he was goin' wild. We got into a 69 and what he lacked in experience, he made up for with zeal. We couldn't have been at it more than a minute before he started to act like he was going to cum. He pulled off and told me he was really close, but he wanted me to cum, because he wanted to taste my load. Well, you know what a sucker I am for THAT line." We nodded knowingly. I noticed that Dave's dick was swelling obscenely, but, then, so was mine. We checked out Jack's dick in his tight shorts and knew that Jeremy hadn't exaggerated. Jack was unconsciously, slowly grinding his ass back into Jeremy's crotch.
Jeremy smiled and continued. "In under a minute, we were both blasting. He's got great tasting cum," Jeremy laughed.
"So do you," Jack smiled, turning his head, and puckering his lips. Jeremy kissed him.
"See what I mean," Jeremy sighed and smiled as he broke the kiss. "He's really jumped in with both feet."
"Like the weight of the world being lifted from your shoulders?" Dave suggested, as he placed the chops and corn-on-the-cob on the deck table (to join the salad and bucket of chilled champagne).
"Exactly!" Jack exulted. "That's the perfect word for it."
Dave laughed. "Been there, done that."
Seated, Jeremy continued the tale. "After cumming so hard, Jack wanted to go back to kissing. So, he lay out on top of me, telling me he wanted to feel my muscles. The more we kissed, the more evident it was that Jack was getting horny, again. Well, one thing led to another and my ankles were soon by my ears." Jack blushed, again. "And you'll need to replenish the supply of condoms in that bedroom soon. I think we used all but two of them."
"I thought we had more than that in there," Dave wondered.
"Well," Jack began. "You know how it is when you find something to play with and are so totally fascinated by it that you can't let it go?" We nodded and smiled, knowing where this was going. But, we let him continue, as he needed to feel comfortable talking about his newfound sexuality. He glanced over at Jeremy who encouraged him with a smile and a nod. "Again, Mike, you were right. Fucking man butt is SO superior to pussy." Dave and I made a face and laughed. He joined in as Jeremy continued.
"Cutting to the chase," he smiled at his new friend, "he fucked me three times, cumming harder and more passionately each time."
"Three?" we exploded together.
Jack blushed again. "Well, ya see, I really like him and his butt is so hungry and my dick is so needy, and my nuts, well, my nuts are so full all the time..."
"Once after we 69'ed, once at your bedroom door, and again in the shower upstairs," Jeremy crowed. "If he keeps this up (and I hope he does)," he smiled squeezing Jack's hand, "my RoseBud is gonna be as big as the Rose Bowl!"
We laughed until we cried. Jack was embarrassed and blushed the deepest crimson before he saw how funny it was, too. Then, he joined in the laughter.
After dinner, we chattered for a while about being gay and gay relationships, but it was evident that they wanted to screw more. So, we shut up and sent them back upstairs (with a new supply of condoms) while we cleaned up the dinner table.
We watched a little television, I checked our stocks and bonds portfolio, and answered e-mails. Despite the insulating distance and building materials between us, we still heard frequent and enthusiastic couplings from upstairs. Finally at nine, Dave couldn't stand it any longer. "Let's go fuck. Those guys are driving me nuts."
"Jealous that you aren't involved in their fucking?" I snorted with laughter.
Dave blushed and smiled. "Well, yeah! Who wouldn't?"
"I'd rather have you, anytime," I grinned.
"Finish what you started in the bathroom?" he suggested. I nodded my agreement.
We arose at seven. Dave started breakfast as I showered. I yelled up the stairwell after I'd dressed, but only heard the muffled cries of rutting males. I'd give them another ten minutes, then, drag them apart. Within five minutes, the shower upstairs was running. They joined us in another ten minutes. Both looked a little worn out, but their huge smiles told the reason. However, Jeremy confirmed it when he carefully sat down at the table. "He fucked me every hour. We went through every condom you gave us, plus the ones in the bathroom. I think we tried every position imaginable." Jack winced at the tale being told on him, but smiled triumphantly. "And he blasted a load each time," he added incredulously. "I couldn't!" he almost cried.
"And you're not 21, either, Jer," Jack smiled sympathetically. "Nor are you trying to experience it all and test new frontiers."
"There weren't any we didn't test. I can affirm that!" Jeremy laughed and winced theatrically.
"You aren't the only one with a well-used ass," Jack started to say. He blushed brightly at his bold admission. "Uh, sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about," I assured him. "Dave and I fuck each other all the time. It'd be boring if only one of us played top."
"And you did say that you wanted to experience it all," Dave recalled.
"And he's a great teacher: very patient, gentle, and caring," Jack said.
"Quiet!" Jeremy laughed. "You'll ruin my reputation."
As we finished breakfast, there was a knock at the back door. I could see Kurt at the back door through the glass.
"He's your neighbor?" Jack blurted out.
"Yeah," Dave confirmed. "He lives right behind us."
"Oh, sorry," Kurt said as I let him in and he spied our breakfast guests. "I didn't know you had guests. Oh, hi, Jeremy! And, Jack?" he added recognizing who they were.
"Hi, Kurt," Jeremy replied. "I guess you already know Jack."
"Only a little from working out at the gym." He had a perplexed look on his face, but one of potential discovery. "Uh, you seem to know each other pretty well to be here so early."
Jeremy looked over at Jack, and decided it was up to Jack to spill the beans. Jack ducked and smiled. He looked up at Kurt and said, "We were overnight guests, Kurt."
"Oh," Kurt responded. "OH!" he grinned, getting the connection. "I didn't think you played on our team."
"Our team?" Jack wondered at the meaning.
"The queers! I thought you and Sam were hopelessly homophobic."
"Well, Sam sure is," Jack replied.
"And?" Kurt pressed.
"I made some recent discoveries that were confirmed last night, and, uh, did you just say OUR team?"
"Yeah, our team, as in queer, too." Jack stared, unable to get his mind around a revelation as world changing (for him) as that just spoken. Kurt could see Jack's internal struggle, trying to figure out if Kurt could possibly be serious. "You've seen my boyfriend there at the gym, the big muscle head that's occasionally with me?"
"But, how...?"
"Did I get to be queer?" Jack nodded, but blushed. It wasn't exactly the way he'd have phrased the question. "Mike did it! He made me queer!" Kurt laughed at his own joke. I smiled, but wanted to beat his head into the kitchen counter. Yes, he could have phrased it better. "Okay, so Mike didn't do it. I was already there. He just brought me out. Sorta like Jeremy did for you?" he added, guessing at their undisclosed trysts of last night.
"It was mutual, I assure you," Jack admitted.
"So were Mike and I SO many years ago. And then he finds this totally hot man," he smiled at Dave, "and I'm history."
"You weren't even in the picture when I met Dave," I protested.
"You were in mine," Kurt smiled. He launched into the tale of how he had seduced me, and how rattled I was at the revelation of his tender years.
"I would have been rattled, too, no matter how hunky you were, then," Jack and Jeremy agreed.
"You have NO idea just how hunky he really was then. Look at him now, take off a few inches of his height and a few pounds of muscle and you get a nubile, young man in need of a friend," I defended. "You know how hot some of those high school boys can be? Kurt was THE poster boy for that group." Kurt admitted his height and general weight description at 14. "You see?" I added.
"And now, he has a terrific man who loves him to death," Dave summed.
"He sure does," Kurt agreed. "Does Sam know about, uh, this side of you, Jack?"
"Nope, I just confirmed it last night."
"You gonna tell him?"
"I haven't thought that far ahead," he answered glancing at his watch. "And I need to get my ass in gear or I'll be late for class."
"You're taking summer classes?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, trying to get through the coursework early. I wanna get a great job and not be in school the rest of my life."
"Doing what?"
"Biotech."
"Wow! That's a hot field," Jeremy cut in. "I had no idea. I knew you were smart (after all, you wanted me), but not that brainy."
"There's a lot about me you don't know," Jack smiled and patted his cheek. Jeremy raised a questioning eyebrow. "Oh, yeah. That, too!"
Jeremy smiled. "I look forward to that! But, in the meanwhile, I'll drop you off at the college on the way back to my place, so I can change clothes and get to work."
"I have my own car. I can manage," Jack smiled back, but kissed him tenderly.
"My, how the butterfly has ripped open his cocoon," I observed.
They left, but not before making plans to see each other that evening. Kurt left for work with Gene. I worked on the computer for a few minutes while Dave puttered around the yard. Brad had sent us an e-mail apologizing for not remembering that we had free airfare anywhere we wanted to go, compliments of the airline we'd flown on to Vancouver. The airline had called him as soon as they saw who had been booked as passengers. He promised that he'd put a LARGE note in our file, so the same mistake wouldn't happen, again.
Before we left for Sacramento on Friday afternoon, Jeremy called. He thanked us for the introduction to Jack. Well, sort of. "All he wants to do is fuck all day and all night. I need my beauty rest," he whined. We assured him that the newness of it all would wear out, and he'd only being wanting sex all night. He didn't think that was funny, but we did.
"How'd his chat with Sam go?" Dave asked.
"A major disaster!"
"Uh oh," I muttered.
"Total blow up. The guy went ballistic. He took a swing at Jack, but Jack ducked and decked him. Several other guys rushed in to break it up. But, Sam wanted a piece of Jack, so he took another swing. That's when Trevor threw Sam out of the gym and told him never to come back, again. His membership would be cancelled. "All you fags stick together," he'd shouted as he'd left.
"The man has issues," Dave intoned.
"In spades!" came the reply from Jeremy.
"Jack okay?" I asked.
"Just disappointed in himself for being such a poor judge of character that he'd have a friend like Sam," Jeremy revealed. "And he's concerned about Sam's temper when he's on these steroids."
"Not good," Dave sighed. "Let me talk to Bill Dundee and see if he can spare an officer to keep an eye out on where Jack lives. In the meanwhile, I suggest that he live somewhere else, such as your place."
"Already been done."
Dave called Robocop, but no officers could be spared for stakeout on a "possibility." However, he'd see what he could do about an occasional cruise by Jack's address. "And Bill, he's on steroids, so he'll be very easily agitated." With a further suggestion to call Trevor at the gym to see if they had a record of Sam's license plate number, Dave put down the phone in the cradle. "This is not a good thing," Dave said, turning to me. "I almost feel like we're abandoning our friends to this loose cannon."
"There's nothing we could do, even if we were here. We need to get our butts in gear and hit the gym before we take off for Sacto."
At the gym, Trevor told us all about the fracas. He pointed out three of the other gym rats that'd helped keep Sam at bay. One was a known gay man. We didn't know the other two very well. One was married with two little kids, although that never stopped some men from fucking around with other men. The other was dating one of the women aerobics instructors. "Sam's been an asshole before, but he's never taken a swing at someone. I guess Jack pushed some buttons he didn't like."
We told Trevor that Jack played on our team now. "Oh, that sure explains Sam's outburst, but certainly doesn't excuse it. And I've told Corporate," he added, "to remove him from our client lists. He's taking steroids (as attested to by several other bodybuilders) and he's violent. They took my word for it after I mentioned several corroborating names. I offered to call the Police, but they decided to keep it a low profile event, unless Sam decided to make trouble or to come back."
"I sure hope this is the end of it," Dave sighed. "My curbside words of compassion and diversity certainly haven't sunk into his Stone Age brain."
"There's nothing to be done about it, unless he acts out," Trevor assured him.
The flight to Sacramento was uneventful. We landed on time, being greeted at the gate by a young man with a large, hand-held sign saying, "Claiborne-Carey." He seemed genuinely pleased to see us. "It's gonna be my car, so I should be first on the sign," I said to an amused Dave. We introduced ourselves, showing him a letter from the Lexus dealership at home. He smiled and asked if we had any baggage to claim. When, we said that we didn't, he offered to carry our gym bags for us. We declined. We weren't royalty, not even queens (well, princesses, perhaps). He flipped open his cell phone to let the driver know we were headed to the terminal entrance.
"You're a couple, right?" he asked.
"Couple of what?" I asked smiling. He blanched; appalled that he had read us so incorrectly. His discomfort was manifest by his stammering, shuffling apology. "No, Colin, your gaydar works just fine. We're queers, too."
"Oh, Gawd! I was so embarrassed," he laughed. "I didn't think I could be THAT far wrong."
"What gave us away?" Dave asked.
"Too good looking, too muscular, and so together. Guys your age don't come here to pick up an LS430 together unless they're together," he answered.
"You have people flying in to pick up cars very often?" Dave asked.
"Only once in the last year that I've been here, but probably more frequently."
"You married?" I asked.
"No, GAWD, NO!" he laughed. "But, I'm always auditioning cute guys who aren't."
"No hope for us then?" Dave leered.
"You're already married," he sniffed dismissively. "But, if you weren't, I'd make a play for ya," he added with an equal leer. "Now, be good. The sales manager wants you to think this is a high class operation we're running here."
As we walked through the automatic double doors, a blast of hot air hit us. Late July in Sacramento is not cool, especially the late afternoon. He opened the rear door of the dark demo car for us, as the driver released the trunk lid from inside the vehicle. Dave shrugged and tossed our bags in the trunk as the young man raced to the other side of the car to open that rear door, too. "This is a lot of bother for a couple of characters from out of town that you'll probably never see again," Dave smiled to the driver after introductions were made. We adjusted the rear seat air conditioning vents to blow right on us. It was HOT on the asphalt drive in front of the airport.
"You have family here, don't you?" the driver (and sales manager) asked.
"Yes, my brother and his family."
"They can be future customers. Word of mouth is the strongest, most permanent kind of advertising there is," he reminded us.
We nodded our agreement, changing the subject to the actual car that we'd be picking up. "It's been ready for you since noon. You only need to show me your driver's licenses, the letter from your dealership, the temporary trip permit, and sign a couple of papers. You'll be on your way in less than 15 minutes." Arriving at the dealership, we strolled into the showroom while Colin parked the demo. The sales manager checked our licenses against a faxed copy of them sent by his counterpart at home.
Colin brought around our new car to the service drive-through (thankfully air conditioned). He showed us where all the whistles and bells were located and how they worked, while the sales manager looked on. Colin was as enthusiast about our new car as we were. The car had a full tank of gas, two full sets of keys, plus a valet key that would only work in the ignition and door locks. It wouldn't work for the glove box or the trunk (access to which could be locked out with our key). We also got a special emergency key that fit in a flat, credit-card-size container that easily fit in your wallet. I took that one.
The sales manager left us his card, urging us to call at any time, if we had any questions about how everything worked or had problems of any kind. After I got behind the wheel, Colin handed me his card, with a note scribbled on the back. "If you need someone to fuck to death this weekend, I'm your man." He added his two phone numbers, plus his e-mail address.
"I thought you weren't interested in married men," I whispered.
"There are exceptions to every rule," he smiled. "You're both tops or versatile, right?" We nodded. "Good! Big feet and big hands: you gotta be hung big, too." We smiled at his deductive reasoning, but left him without confirmation. If we had time, we might give him a tumble. He was certainly cute enough.
"You interested in doing him?" I asked as we drove off the lot.
"Let's see what Duane and Carol have to say before I answer that."
"But, you ARE interested. I can tell by that smile."
"He's got a hot ass! Of course, I'm interested."
Duane and Carol greeted us with hugs and kisses. The twins didn't know what to make of us. But, as they were still infants, they didn't much care as long as they were dry and fed. Little Mike and little Dave were gaining weight fast. Eating at Mom's, with a rice cereal supplement seemed to agree with both of them. They were good babies. When one would squeal or squawk, so would the other. It seemed they didn't want to be left out of anything, even if it were crying. Both of us were "baptized" in curdled milk and cereal after they'd been fed and were burped. Duane handed us towels to throw over our shoulders just in time. But, it still wasn't the most fun I'd ever had with my clothes on.
They were too small to interact with us. We did get smiles out of them a couple of times, but Carol assured us, it was gas they were trying to pass. She was right, unfortunately. DAMN! How can something so smelly and disgusting come out of babies that small?
Duane was a good daddy. He did it all, except breast-feeding them. He bathed them, fed them cereal, changed them, dressed them, held them when they were cranky, and put them down for their frequent naps. "If it weren't for the cereal, those little pills would keep us up all night. That's why we really shovel it in before they go down for the night," he'd told us.
Everyone went for a ride in the new car. The babies slept while Duane played with all the gizmos and Carol continuously remarked on how quiet and luxurious everything was. The babies still didn't care.
After dinner, we caught up on family gossip, but Duane and Carol faded fast after the boys were put to bed. "We get our sleep when they do, or we don't get any at all. You guys go out tonight and we'll see you tomorrow morning," Duane yawned. We protested weakly, but didn't think hitting the sack before nine was much fun (unless you were fucking your brains out). We were headed to the bars downtown before 8:30.
But, it really was too early for anything to be going on. Happy hour was well over and the rest of the "boys" were power-napping before venturing out around 11, just like most cities. Dave smirked as he dialed a number. I knew whom he was calling.
"Hi, Colin. Dave Carey here. Need some company tonight?" He listened and laughed. "Give us the address. The navigation system will show us how to get there." And it did, effortlessly. The sun had already set, but the sky still glowed in the West. The delta breeze had kicked up, but it was still at least 85 degrees.
Colin greeted us at the door, wearing very little. "Have you had dinner?" We had. "Dessert?" We smiled. "Hot buns with your whipped cream?" he offered with an enigmatic smile. "You're overdressed for a day as warm as this." He tugged at our shirts and shorts. Neither of us wore underwear. "Good! Just as I imagined you," he grinned broadly. "Awesome bodies, and big and growing dicks," he added, sinking to his knees in front of us. I kicked the door shut behind us.
Shortly after 11 (and two rounds of fucking him to within an inch of his young life), he suggested that we head out to the bars. "There are some guys there I want you to meet. They aren't gonna believe me unless they see you. I actually fucked with TWO hot guys tonight!" We promised him that we'd go out, but couldn't stay after midnight, as we needed to be back at Dave's brothers, so we could get some sleep. The babies wouldn't be very quiet early in the morning.
Indeed, we did meet several of his friends (who offered more than cordial handshakes). One of them was our chauffeur from our last visit. "And they have BIG chorizos," he told his other friends. "Feel real good up my culo." Two of his friends offered themselves for the evening, but we begged off, citing Dave's brother as the reason. As midnight approached, we headed out of the club and back to the car. Colin had driven himself downtown and stayed at the club with his friends.
"Leaving so soon?" the doorman/bouncer asked. "You're new here, aren't ya?"
"Yeah, just in town for the weekend, though," Dave volunteered, looking over the doorman. He was a good inch taller than Dave, with shoulders to match. His arms bulged. The leather harness across his thick, dark chest emphasized his sculpted muscles.
"That's too bad. We could use more hot studs like you in town," he grinned.
"You're not so bad yourself," I smiled back, running a finger around one of his nipples, causing a nearly instant erection of the stimulated, fleshy pencil-eraser. "You workout at one of the local gyms?"
"Yeah, the new 24-Hour Fitness downtown."
"Friendly place?" Dave asked, working the other nipple.
"Friendly enough, but no place to really get it on with new friends," he sighed, reaching out to both of us and resting his hands on our firm pecs. "Mmmmmm. Nice!" he murmured, enjoying our touch as well as his own. "Need a friend for the evening to show you around? I'm off in a couple of hours."
"We need to be getting back to our host's home. My brother," Dave explained.
"You sure, Man?" he pressed, taking a free hand from each of us and placing them on his hard, muscled ass. The leather chaps stretched to house his big quads, but not his bare ass. The black leather jockstrap did little to hide his growing interest in us. "I've got the friendliest ass in town and a big dick, too, if you need to be fucked."
"Colin said the same thing about his ass," Dave challenged, but with a smile and a wink.
"He's got a nice one, but mine's even better. And my dick is much bigger. See?" he smiled, pulling it out and showing it off when no one else seemed to be looking. We felt it with the hands that had been working his nipples. He was right. Both of us had our big hands on his dick and the head was still exposed.
"We really do have to get back," Dave sighed, licking precum from his fingers that the bouncer had dripped. "But, we'll probably be free tomorrow night. How about you?"
"Working again until two." His hands went to our butts and squeezed. "DAMN! Hard as granite. I gotta get me some of this. Please! You gotta get with me."
"Sorry, Friend. Can't tonight," Dave insisted.
His hands worked around to our crotches. He nearly swooned. "Fuck ME!" he whispered sotto voce. "Fuckin' big dicks, Man! You gotta fuck me!"
"Sorry," Dave repeated, pulling away reluctantly.
"Look, come back tomorrow night. I'll get Reggie to cover for me for a few minutes. He owes me a couple of favors. We can fuck over here in the alley." He indicated a dark alley next to the club. The half-moon cast minimal light on the scene. Several couples were in various stages of sexual encounters. Most were quiet. We watched for about a minute. Then, one guy came hard into the sucking mouth of his friend. He wasn't quiet at all. His friend placed his cupped hand over the climaxer's mouth while he drank deeply of his semen. The muffled noise was still enough to tell anyone with a modicum of experience what was happening.
"You wanna fuck here?" I asked.
"Yeah, HOT scene. I want both of you to fuckin' bang my ass until you cum. You got big dicks, Man!" he reminded us with another grope of our hard cocks.
"You bringing the condoms?" Dave asked.
"Yeah! I've got the big ones for you two. Gonna be a hot fuckin' time, Man!"
"Give us your cell phone number, so we can tell you when we're on our way," I suggested. "You can set it up better with Reggie that way." He agreed, scribbling down his number on a scrap of paper. "We'll call you, even if we can't make it for some reason."
"Man, you GOTTA make it. I need what you got! Sure you can't make it tonight? I really need it. Reggie'll sub for me." We hesitated. "Stay right there. I'll be back in a flash."
We waited less than a minute, when he returned dragging another, big man with him. "Yeah, Man! You were right. They're worth it! You'll owe me for this one, Curtis," Reggie announced. "I'm Reggie, one of the bartender. We help each other out in cases like this," he grinned extending his big hand. We shook it.
"Yeah, sure, Man! Whatever," our new friend broke in. "Just man the door and, well, you know the drill," he concluded.
"Have fun!" Reggie winked at us.
And we did. Curtis was as good as he said he was. Dave and I took turns fucking and sucking him. He loved the tag-team approach. Within five minutes, we were teetering on the edge of major cum explosions. I was deep in his ass and Dave was sucking hard on his impressively large dick. Other men had gathered around to watch in the dim moonlight. The harder I plugged his butt, the louder he announced his impending climax. Dave's was also very close. But, someone else was between my legs sucking on Dave. He was big, whoever he was.
Curtis hit his climax hard, milking my dick viciously, nearly biting it off with his tight butthole as he buried his hard dick down Dave's throat and shot. I creamed the rubber deep in Curtis' butt in heavy thrusts. Dave's guttural noise heralded his squirting dick, but was muffled due to the big, shooting dick flooding his mouth. The big man between my legs was sucking noisily, swallowing Dave's creamy load. Hands roamed over my hard ass and chest. I finally pulled out and stripped off the condom. An unseen hand grabbed it away and disappeared hungrily into the shadows. A talented mouth covered my dick, sucking off the last remnants of dripping cum.
I stepped away, retrieving our clothes. Dave joined me. "Fuck, what an orgy," he whispered, pulling his clothes back on. We stepped out of the shadows into the lighted doorway of the club. Reggie was missing. We turned when we heard Curtis' voice thanking Reggie, again, for his help. "Weren't you supposed to be at the door?" Dave wondered.
"Yeah, until the final act. Curtis and I share whenever possible. No one's gonna care that I wasn't here for a couple of minutes. And thanks for the big load, Man!" he grinned at Dave, clapping him on the shoulder. "Can you be back for some more tomorrow night?"
Dave looked bewildered. "We have Curtis' number."
"Use it," Reggie urged. "He's a hot fuck, isn't he?" We nodded. "And so am I," he laughed.
"You two sure know how to get what you want," I marveled.
"We do okay. But, the really hot one's like you two are rare. I wish you could get away during the day so we could fuck and suck properly in a real bed and not be pressured for time," he sighed.
"Probably not gonna happen," Dave explained. "We're just here for the weekend to pick up a car and see my brother, his wife, and their new babies. We need to be spending some quality time with them."
"I understand, Bro'," Curtis said. "Family first."
We slipped into the house as quietly as possible. We stood under the warm shower and rinsed off the hot sex. Tumbling into bed, we were asleep before another minute ticked by.
Little Dave was the first one to welcome the morning with his hungry cry. Carol comforted him with a mouthful of boob. His hungry brother got the other one. She dozed in a big rocking chair while the infants nursed. They were content and Carol grabbed an extra few minutes of sleep. Daddy got up and picked up little Dave, changing his diaper, then, switching him for his little brother. "We need to be quiet, guys. Your Uncle Dave and Uncle Mike were out late last night," he crooned to them as he walked by our guest bedroom. I smiled, but rolled over and went back to sleep. An hour later, there was too much light coming through the window, so we got up.
"Six hours of sleep isn't enough for this old bag of bones," Dave groaned when I pulled him upright.
"You'll feel better after a shower," I encouraged him. "Now, get your sorry ass out of bed and greet the day."
"Hi, Day," he moaned and fell back into bed. I sighed and took my shower alone. When I'd finished dressing, Dave roused himself and stumbled toward the guest bathroom. His morning hard-on was as beautiful as ever. But, he needed to piss worse then he needed me to swing on his dick or sit on it.
Duane made breakfast for everyone, with Mom and Dad spooning a little rice cereal into the boy each held. The babies were more interested in the lights in the breakfast nook and their own hands and feet than food. "When they're hungry, they'll eat," Duane sighed.
"That's what their pediatrician says, anyway," Carol confirmed.
"They don't look like they're starving," I observed. Dave smiled and agreed. "Be grateful for this period. By the time they're teenagers, they'll be eating you out of house and home."
"Amen to that!" Duane said. "Remember how we used to eat constantly when we were still home, Dave?"
"Oh, Lord, yes!" Dave remembered, laughing. "We could eat the groceries faster than Mom and Dad could put them away in the cupboards."
"That we could." The reminisced for sometime before Carol asked what we had in mind for the day. We shrugged. "We were gonna go with the flow. What did you have in mind?"
"We need to do some grocery shopping, and I'd like to do some clothes shopping, now that I have some of my figure back," Carol smiled. "Don't know when I'll get rid of these big things, though," she laughed, lifting up her breasts. "Probably not until the boys are on real food."
"I'll go grocery shopping with you, but I'm beggin' for clemency on dress shopping," Duane pled.
"Okay, right after their afternoon feeding, I'll put them down for their naps. They'll need to be changed and fed more cereal before I get home. Can you handle that?" she asked.
"Sure, but don't be gone too long. You know how much they like their mom."
"I'll be back in time for their dinnertime nursing. But, you'll owe me BIG after this."
"We'll negotiate terms later. Why don't you take the neighbor shopping with you? I know you two love that shit!"
Carol took him up on the deal, invited her neighbor and took off shortly after one in the afternoon. Duane had my dick up his ass and Dave's down his throat before Carol's car turned the corner. "Gawd, how I've missed you guys," he finally moaned after he'd sucked off Dave and then, me.
"You're still being good?" Dave asked pointblank. "No fucking around?"
"None," Duane affirmed. "When would I have the time? Carol or the babies are with me all the time. Besides, Carol's back to her eager, sexual self, again. I get more than enough from here."
"She can't give you what I just did," I reminded him, patting his round ass. "Nor the creamy taste of hot cum, fresh from the spigot."
"That's true, but these boys do keep me occupied," he averred.
"And keep it that way, Duane," Dave pronounced with authority. "You fuck this up with my nephews and I'll personally beat your ass to a pulp."
"You'll be a good daddy, Duane," I countered. "Dave's just overly protective of our namesakes. But, don't cross us or we'll both come after you."
"Okay, I get the message," Duane said contritely. "So, who's gonna fuck me next?"
"Your big brother!" Dave answered swatting his brother's hard ass. "And I know you want it bareback, doncha?"
"Fuck, YEAH! I want both of you that way." In the following two hours, we did our best to fill Duane's ass with our sperm. But, we ran out of sperm and erections before 3:30. Carol was due home at five, and the boys would be waking up from their naps around four. That would give us time to take showers and get the obvious smell of sex off us, plus develop a good cover story for what we did while the boys napped.
The infants didn't realize how much they'd missed their mom until she came through the door a few minutes after five. They immediately set up a howling that could be heard in the next county. She took them out of our hands, went back to the nursery, sat in the rocking chair, and gave them what they wanted. Dinner.
We had our dinner at six and by 7:30, the twins got their last meal of the day of Mom and rice cereal. "That should hold the little darlin's until tomorrow morning," Duane smiled as he shoveled the last tiny spoon of cereal into little Mike. Carol and Dave had fed little Dave, but having two people spooning in cereal was confusing to the child, so he was slower in consuming his dinner.
"I thought we'd take in a movie and catch some of the night life before we left town," Dave began. "Tomorrow night, we'll be hitting the sack early, so we can get home at a reasonable hour."
"Sorry that we're so boring, but being the parents of two rowdy boys is tiring us both out," Carol apologized.
"Don't worry about us. We're self-entertaining," Dave grinned. "Get off to bed and don't worry about us." Dave scanned the newspaper to see what was playing while I dialed a number from a slip of paper.
Curtis and Reggie were delighted to see us. Their shifts didn't start until ten. That gave us nearly an hour of passion and sperm shooting to enjoy. Delightfully, everyone got fucked and everyone shot off a big load in an eager ass. We managed to switch partners several times before Curtis gave us all permission to finish. Reggie and I swapped loads, as Dave and Curtis completed their "mating dance." Reggie wasn't as well hung as Curtis, but he sure had a great technique. If we hadn't worked on Duane so much that afternoon, we'd have been eager to go another round with them. But, as they had to get over to the club by ten, we begged off and drove back to Duane and Carol's.
We showered, rolled into bed, and fell asleep. One of the babies woke up in the middle of the night. Carol got up and comforted him, then, put him back to bed. "Probably a little gas, and he was wet," Carol confirmed the next morning. "It happens."
We acted as babysitters Sunday afternoon, while Duane and Carol went to the movies. They were gone nearly three hours, but the boys were good. They slept or cooed for their uncles. We each changed one wet diaper. It could have been much worse.
Duane and Carol stayed up late chatting with us Sunday night (well, late for them), but we all retired by ten, promising to be up by six, so Duane could get to work and we could get on the road. Our built-in alarms (little Mike and little Dave) woke us up at 5:30. "Time to get up anyway," Dave groused. "Let's make breakfast for them, so they won't be so frazzled." We took our showers, packed our gym bags and rummaged through the cupboards and refrigerator until we found everything we needed for waffles and scrambled eggs. Even the rice cereal had been mixed and kept warm.
"We need housewives like you to live here," Carol said, thanking us. "This is real luxury!" she added wolfing down another square of waffle with real maple syrup drizzled over the top of it. Duane smeared his waffle with raspberry jam that we'd brought down with us from this year's backyard crop. He pronounced it delicious.
Dave took the first driving shift, varying the speeds as we'd been told by the dealership for the first 500 miles. I spelled him after three hours, when we stopped for gas at Redding. We stopped at Grants Pass for a fast-food lunch and switched drivers, again; then, headed for home like a horse sensing that the barn was near. Rush hour starts early so we had little hope of missing it. The last twenty miles took nearly an hour to traverse. Home looked welcoming. And the car looked wonderful parked in the driveway.
The phone answering machine was blinking as I emptied our gym bags into two piles of colors and whites. Dave listened to the playback, while I fiddled with knobs and water temperature settings.
"You need to hear this," he shouted to me over the filling washer.
I went into the bedroom as he hit replay.
"Hi, guys. Jeremy here. Jack's a little shaken up, but he'll be okay, I think. That idiot Sam decided he needed to do something about Jack's new sexual identity, so he went over to Jack's apartment and started shooting out windows."
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