All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 82--Going Home
Max came back to the apartment shortly after noon. Dave and I'd been discussing lunch, but decided to wait until Max got back. He probably needed help with the party preparations. Knowing that we wouldn't answer a ringing phone, he'd delayed his own lunch arrangements until he could hook up with us, again.
"Let's pop over to the deli and have lunch while I shop for some of the party decorations there," he suggested breezily. "I know you must be hungry after all that exhausting sex you've been subjected to," he giggled.
"Do you hear us complaining?" Dave smiled. I grinned my agreement. "Besides, we figured you'd need all the help you could get with the party. What time does it start and how many are you expecting?"
"Six thirty and probably 30 people," he replied. "And I could use the help. I haven't done much to flesh out the details, but they'll come to me as we shop."
"Let's get to it, then," I pushed. "Time's a-wastin'!"
Ever the bargain hunter, Max took the M1 out to Watford (about 16 miles away) after lunch and a whirlwind rush through a "notions" store. Watford's the location of the nearest Costco. Odd as it may sound, this Costco was different from the ones we knew of at home. Knowing their customers in the Greater London area would want English and international commodities, there were few items familiar to us. But, Max knew where all the treasures were for his party. We were through the big warehouse and back on the road to central London in less than 30 minutes. Cut-up fresh fruits, vegetables, and other finger foods filled the spacious trunk of their Beemer.
By three, we were back in the apartment. Max got us started on other preparations, including flower arranging. Gladiolas and chrysanthemums (which we picked up at a flower shop near their apartment) were two flowers that Conrad wasn't allergic to. He confided later that he'd put in the flower order, the minute after we'd called from Germany. With four vases filled, arranged, and placed about the large living room and kitchen, Max put us on to arranging trays of cheeses and crackers. When we'd finished, he added the task of chilling several wines Conrad had selected yesterday. Dave added ice to four, large, stainless steel bowls (not exactly "A-list" wine buckets). But, Max assured us that these were close friends who couldn't care less about the inelegant wine buckets, as long as the wine was properly chilled, plentiful, and good.
When the preparations were complete, Max took a few minutes to tidy up the apartment, racing around with a vacuum cleaner and a mop for the kitchen floor. He added a fast rush through the bathrooms, then, flopped on a couch in the living room. "Maybe, I should take a nap before Conrad gets home," he smiled wickedly. "Care to join me?"
"You won't get much sleep if we join you, Max," Dave warned.
"Won't that be just awful!" he deadpanned.
"It thought you didn't fuck around without your boyfriend," I added.
"He's already gotten it on with you," Max explained with a smile. "Besides, I'll bet you a month's pay that he'll be home early. I know him so well. He can't get enough of you guy. Just like his boyfriend," he giggled, kissing me, then, Dave. "Shall we adjourn to the boudoir?"
Well, it had been a few hours, I thought. And he does have a delightful ass. Besides, if Conrad discovers us fucking, he can always join us. I nodded my lecherous agreement. Dave had already decided that Max's offer was well worth pursuing.
Max had already decided that he needed a black dick up his ass while he and I enjoyed a leisurely 69. I'd barely gotten into position when Conrad peeked around the doorjamb. ""Started without me?" he grinned. "I'll bet I know how to catch up."
Bent over as I was, Conrad targeted my butt with his tongue as he quickly stripped off his clothes. His tongue drilled deeply, opening me up slowly. His big hands pulled apart my tight ass cheeks, drilling deeper still. My hard dick slid to the back of Max's throat and disappeared with a throaty sigh. The big German sucked and licked at my backdoor, relishing my deep ass trench. As much attention as he was paying to my hungry hole, it was clear I was about to be spitted on his thick, long prong.
He leaned over my back, his big dickhead pressing hard against my asshole. "Someone's been barebacked recently," he whispered in my ear. "Dave's cum tastes good anytime." His thick blunt-end tube pressed harder. "Gott! I wanna fuck you bareback so fuckin' BAD!" He sighed and kissed me on the neck. "But, only Max gets that treatment."
Conrad reached for a big condom, rolled it on quickly, added lube, and pushed forward, again. This time, I opened up easily, the lube "greasing" the way. Leaning over my back again, the big head of his monster dick pressed deeper. "I'd love to fuck you all day and all night, never taking my cock from your ass, pumping you so full of my loads that you'd have it running down both legs." I moaned meaningfully, gargling my agreement around Max's thick dick. His rendition of a forbidden tryst had both of us hot enough to cum already.
I backed off pistoning my hips downward into Max's sucking mouth. Gratefully, that had the added benefit of moving Conrad's thick butt-stretcher away from my overly stimulated prostate. He nuzzled my neck and ears, again. I tried to block out his lovemaking, concentrating on pleasuring Max. But, it was pointless. Conrad was too good; his dick, too big; his hot breath, too arousing. I kept imagining what it would be like to be fucked bareback by him for hours and hours, feeling his dick squirt load after load of cum into my eager, hungry ass.
Conrad was so exotic, so muscular, so tall, so well hung, and so "married."
Just like me.
It wasn't that I loved Dave any less, or that I loved Conrad at all. The simple point remained; I was in love with what Conrad had said. It wasn't necessarily by him that I wanted to get my brains fucked out. In fact, Dave was the best fuck I'd ever had. Conrad was a big, butch, blonde hunk; but so was Kurt (although not quite as blonde as Conrad). And I loved Kurt like a son, a fuck buddy, but not as a lover. No, that was Dave's province.
But, Conrad was surely pushing all my buttons. I chided myself; "You have to remember to keep this on a physical level, not emotional." Adding home-wrecker to my resume was stupid. "Think with your BIG head, not the little one. You got over Kurt, you can get beyond this, too," I added silently.
I opened my eyes, still sucking hard on Max's dripping dick. Conrad was plowing deeply, kissing the back of my neck softly. Dave's monster, black dick was lazily long-dicking Max's ass. The dark, condom-covered fuck-stick looked so good. I easily recalled how good it felt up my ass. Conrad's was big, thick, and hard; but Dave's was so much nicer, so curved, so well suited to my ass. I grinned around the dick in my face, pushing back into Conrad's thrusts, milking him with my internal ass muscles.
Max groaned and stopped sucking me. His body tensed. I grinned and sucked harder. Whether it was Dave's big dick up his ass, my oral skills, or the sight of Conrad's big German sausage up my ass was not important. That Max couldn't hold back was. Max jerked and I tasted cum. I wondered for a moment how much longer I could hold out. The sweet taste of cum, Conrad's big dick in my ass, and the sight of Dave's long, thick, black dick fucking a hungry ass was an irresistible combination.
But, Dave was being pulled inexorably toward his own climax. Max's climax- induced, gripping ass and muffled shouts of nirvana pushed hard against Dave's climax buttons. I closed my eyes, hoping to blank out at least one of my stimuli. But, my imagination and recall only made it worse. I clamped down hard on Conrad, hoping to pull him along with me.
I needn't have bothered. Conrad was well past holding back. In a whoop of German, he slammed hard into me, lifting me out of Max's mouth, as he pushed upwards, burrowing deeply. I felt his dick swell and a spot of warmth bloomed deeply inside me. Max raised his head and engulfed my jerking dick, again. I teetered on the edge of oblivion. My climax raged for release. But, I held on, thinking of Brussels sprouts and other icky veggies that I hated. Max's dick squirted another heavy rope of white cream into my mouth. I swallowed and yearned for more.
Max's fingers had strayed to Dave's tight pucker hole. Added to Max's munching butt channel, Dave was a goner. In nonsensical monosyllables, he rammed hard into the flight attendant and blasted hard, repeatedly shooting creamy baby sauce into the protective rubber. His thick, long dick was completely buried up Max's hungry, well-trained ass.
I relaxed, letting my climax finally win. Max choked as I unloaded wave after wave of hot dick sauce into his open mouth. Conrad pulled out in a hurry, my gripping, climaxing ass pulling too hard on his sensitive, spent prick. I instantly felt the vacancy, so I pushed deeper into Max's mouth, enjoying his sucking skills. He swallowed twice, but kept begging for more, his hands working my nuts. My lubed butthole took two fingers searching for my prostate, and for more nut juice to squirt into his mouth.
"What a hot fuck!" Conrad gasped. "Other than Max, I've never found anyone who can make me cum so fast." I was too busy slurping up the last creamy squirts of Max's to acknowledge the compliment. But, Dave wasn't.
"I sure know what you mean, Conrad," he smiled pulling out of Max. "Max is great as a bottom, but Mike knows how to push my buttons even better." He leaned over and rubbed my heavily pounded ass cheeks.
Conrad stripped the spent condom off his dick, dangling it over my right cheek. I released Max and grabbed for the flooded rubber. "Not so fast," Conrad intoned. "You worked hard for this, but so did I. The price is a kiss, here, on the head of my dick." I grinned and turned around, still straddling Max, my ass pointed at Dave. I tongued the drooping, but formidable German cock, licking up stray cum drops before I sucked the big head into my mouth. At that moment, Dave's cum-smeared dick slid easily up my ass. He wasn't completely hard, but it was still at least 10" long and very fat. I sighed pleasurably at the invasion and resumed my "cleaning."
Slowly milking Dave's dick, I knew he was draining more cream into me. He leaned over my back and nuzzled Conrad's big bull nuts, almost pushing me aside. I felt Dave swell inside me. Apparently, he enjoyed Conrad's smell and taste as much as the rest of us. Max raised his head, his tongue disappearing up Conrad's ass. The big German squatted lower, taking Dave and me with him.
Max snorted and slurped; so did we. I know Conrad loved the attention, but I was concentrating more on what Dave was doing. The more rapidly he thrust into me, the harder his dick got. I pushed back into him, letting him know I was enjoying it. His labored breathing told me that he was, too.
I released Conrad's cock and nuzzled his nuts, too. Dave took my place, sucking hard to get left over cum drops that I'd missed, taking Conrad deeper orally than I had. Conrad pushed forward, burying his dick in Dave's throat and moaning happily. Dave pulled my hips back against his thrusting body, riding higher on my ass. I recognized that move. He was hungry to shoot, again. Knowing what he was driving for, I began milking him earnestly. If he were that eager to cum again, I'd be glad to help him get there.
He growled and chuffed, wallowing in the pleasure peaks as they climbed higher and higher. Dave gargled a noisy climax around Conrad's slowly retreating dick. I felt Dave swell within me, then, wet warmth spread up my butt chute, his climax shots caroming off the walls of my ass channel. I don't know how he could cum twice in such rapid succession, but I was glad he did. Getting his load bareback was the best thing he could do for me right then; a reminder of his claim on me. Duly noted!
After another fast shower, we pounced on the last minute items that had to be done before the guests arrived. As we put out the nuts, wines, veggie trays, and fruit, Max arranged the finger food to be cooked on an oven tray (heating the food would take no more than 15 minutes). Max collapsed on a sofa, asking us to remind him when it was seven o'clock. That's the time he'd decided the guests would be ready for hot food.
Dave glanced at the clock. "Before your guests arrive, I want to apologize again for being so underdressed for the occasion."
"Would you stop worrying about that?" Conrad insisted. "I've already told you. These guys are very laid back. The invitations were hastily done; very informal was the designated drag for the evening. Levis and polo shirts are probably OVER-dressed," he emphasized, checking us out with a leer.
"Still," Dave paused, "some of your guests are, well, titled!"
"So fucking what!" Max laughed. "You Yanks (well, I'm one, too) are too hung up on all that nobility horseshit. They're all queens!" he giggled at his own joke.
"Relax, Dave," I smiled, giving him a big hug. "Most of them are my distant cousins. They're family."
"In point of fact," Max reminded us, "YOU'RE the ones who are on display tonight. All these men are anxious to meet the couple that hit the airwaves with that 'stop broadcasting hate' message."
"And more than one of our guests has wondered if you're really as hot looking in real life as you were on the telly," Conrad added. "I assured them that you were even better."
"Well, Dave does have a presence," I smiled, squeezing him, again.
"Don't sell yourself short, Mike," Conrad said. "Better than half of them wanted to know if you were that awesome guy standing behind Dave."
"There were several men standing behind Dave," I deflected.
"Not with that Nancy Reagan grin," Max guffawed.
"Fuck!" I muttered. They laughed.
"But, despite all that, what should we call them: Your Grace, Your Highness, Sir, Lord, what?" Dave pressed.
"Call them by what ever name they use to introduce themselves," Conrad said. "Don't worry about it. This is a chance for them to let their hair down, I believe you Yanks say. They can be themselves: gay as pink ink. However, be warned. A few of them aren't gay, just gay friendly. And we always cultivate friends in high places who are friendly to our lifestyle."
"How will we know?" Dave wondered.
"Use your gaydar," Max laughed. "It's not that tough to figure out."
"And if you aren't sure, just ask me," Conrad interjected. "I know all of them well enough to know that tidbit."
"But, what if..." Dave started, but the phone rang.
Conrad picked it up, smiled and pushed a button on the wall. "Our first guests," he said. "Danny Compton, Earl Compton, heir to the Marquessate and Earldom of Northampton, John Stuart, Lord Doune, heir to his father, the Earl Moray, and Rob Devereux, heir to his father, the Viscount Hereford are on their way up. The heavy hitters arrive first." The phone rang, again. More guests were buzzed through to their apartment. Conrad greeted the heirs to a seat in the House of Lords at the door. Max introduced them to us and offered them wine and food.
"Lord, I'm famished!" said Danny, whom I guessed to be about age 25. "Thanks, Max," he grinned, giving the flight attendant a chaste kiss. "You always have the best food!" John (about age 35) and Rob (about age 30) added their agreement, plowing through a plate of veggies, cheeses, and crackers (not to mention a glass of wine each, which they tossed down before the phone rang, signaling the arrival of another group of guests).
At final count, Conrad had invited a number of the nobility. Only after the party was over (and we were cleaning up) did I know how well connected his guests truly were. The guest list included Peter Bennet, Earl of Tankerville, educated in San Francisco (45, if he was a day), Alex Howard, Viscount Andover (and heir to his father, the Earl of Suffolk and Berkshire) (probably age 25), Matt St. Clair, Master of Sinclair (age about 30), heir to the Lordship of Sinclair in Scotland, Richard Fiennes (probably 40), heir to his father, Lord Saye and Sele, and Guy Douglas, Viscount Drumlanrig (about age 30), heir to his father, Marquess of Queensberry. I couldn't keep any of them straight (or gay!). However, of all the titled nobility, only one of them was hung up on his "exalted" position. The others preferred their given names (although most of them had four or five, in keeping with the naming patterns of the current aristocracy).
However, all of them deluged us with questions about how our "moment of glory" had happened, how we got such quality airtime, and if we'd had good feedback from it. I started the story (Dave adding details as necessary for clarity) with what happened at the Consulate in Vancouver, B.C. Of course, I left out the bed-warming charms of Lt. Garvey, but felt compelled to be merciless in my scathing verbiage on that conservative rat, Mr. Bruce, the publisher. They nodded knowingly, hinting at similarly dark-minded persons in Great Britain. "Freedom of the press does carry a price," one of them intoned.
"Exactly my point," Dave intruded. "The media shouldn't swallow that bilge, just because it sells papers or gets them ratings on the telly," he bristled. "But, the media should be equally skeptical of any hateful speech and see it as such, calling it what it is."
Max put on the coffee at ten (a not so subtle reminder that he and we had planes to catch tomorrow morning). By eleven, all the guests had departed (with several slipping their cards to us with thinly veiled suggestions for visits in their beds). We graciously suggested that they visit us "in the Colonies," if they ever ventured "across the pond." We left our address and phone number with Max and Conrad, with instructions as to which guests should be allowed to have said address and phone number, too. A couple of them were too "pushy" for us. And the windbag who gloried in his title was definitely not our cup of tea.
However, not all the guests were nobility. Max had invited some of his airlines friends, striking a nice balance for the evening. Several of those also were added to the "allowed" list for our address and phone number.
With clean-up finished, we agreed to get up at six, so we could be away by seven. We needed to allow at least two hours to get to the airport (even that early on a Saturday morning) and get through the newly tightened, security procedures. Knowing that we needed sleep more than sex, they bid us goodnight, closing their bedroom door behind them. We agreed, slipping off into the arms of Morpheus within a minute of crawling into bed.
Six o'clock arrived far too soon, but we roused our complaining bodies, showered, shaved, and did some last minute packing. Conrad had breakfast prepared and on the table when we put our suitcases by the front door at 6:45. He still looked wonderful, even after several hours in bed. His short hair remained perfect, but the smell of sex was on him. He'd wished Max a pleasant journey in a most personal manner.
With promises to visit us soon, Max left us at the United Airlines ticket counter in Heathrow. The business and first class ticket holders went through a shorter, security line, so we were at our departure gate nearly an hour before scheduled take-off time. United provided the business and first class passengers a special room in which to await our flight. We were provided with newspapers, coffee, juices, and pastries. When United Airlines Flight #955 was called, an employee provided us with damp towels to clean our hands and faces. Pig that I am, I was grateful to start the flight without sticky hands.
We left promptly at nine in the morning. The chief stewardess on the flight warned us (good naturedly) that this would be a long, eleven-hour flight, arriving in San Francisco at noon, local time. About half way into the flight, the cabin lights would be dimmed, so we could sleep more comfortably. Approximately three hours into the flight, the crew served us lunch. Of course, having a couple of drinks in us helped smooth the way into slumberland, afterwards.
Five hours later, the lights went up and the stewardess announced they'd be serving breakfast soon. "We'll be in San Francisco in two hours," she added. After scribbling down our choices for breakfast, I hit the bathroom to wash my face and hands. I thought about a quickie blowjob for Dave, but time and space was limited, especially without Max standing guard. So after a grope and a pat on the ass from Dave, I returned to my seat, frustrated.
The remaining two hours elapsed quickly. We were on the ground and standing at the luggage carousel by 12:10. After clearing customs and immigration, we got a rental car. Driving into the city on a Saturday afternoon was easy. We got off Highway 101 and traveled a short distance downtown to our hotel, south of Market Street. It was only two blocks from Folsom on 7th. After checking into the hotel (the black clerk was very attentive), we went up to our room. It was a standard hotel room, but the bed was a California King (even bigger than the standard King bed). I grinned at Dave. "Let's see how it feels!" I suggested eagerly, starting to strip.
"Let me do that," Dave offered, pushing my hands away and pulling my clothes off slowly, one item at a time. When he finally pulled off my shorts, he was on his knees. My hardening dick swung up and hit him in the chin, leaving a drop of precum. He leaned in and engulfed my rigid manhood, moaning with pleasure.
But, much too soon, I was approaching a climax, and I didn't want that. I needed to be plowed, not blown. Pulling him up by his armpits, I licked off the drying drop of precum my dick had deposited on his chin. "My turn," I whispered, echoing his tantalizing strip as I slowly pulled off his clothes, kissing the exposed skin as I went. On my knees, I pulled his jockeys down a millimeter per pull. The long, thick shaft pressed hard against the fabric, threatening to rip it. As I exposed each new inch of thick dick, he pushed his crotch closer to my face, my hot breath making his dick jump. My dick was hard as steel, pointing skyward and dripping urgently.
Dave couldn't stand it any longer. He jerked his shorts down, allowing his big throbber to strike and skid across my right cheek. Tossing the underwear aside, he pushed me down to the bed and devoured my dick. He moaned, tasting my sweet precum. After stripping my shaft of lingering drops of juice, he inhaled loudly, opened his throat, and drove my dick deep into his gullet. His lips munched on my pubic hair as his throat milked my sensitive, jerking dick. I pushed him off, laughing. "You'll make me cum, if you keep that up," I warned.
"And the problem with that is?"
"I need you more than I need to blast a load down your throat."
"Need me?"
"You know what I mean!" I laughed, pushing him over and straddling his face. I lunged for his waving, black post and sucked the head down my throat as far as possible. That still left a few inches exposed, but I was used to that.
"Oh, THAT kind of need," Dave chuckled. His tongue darted into my deep ass trench, followed by his hands on my ass cheeks pulling them apart, so he could insinuate his tongue directly on the target. I moaned loudly as he hit me dead-on. Damn, how I need that man! I knew his dick was very hard; his big balls were drawing up. If I didn't sit on his prick soon, I'd have his load in my mouth instead of my ass. Pushing back harder into Dave's face, my ass finally relaxed enough for me to turn quickly and sit on Dave's butthole stretcher. With both instruments dripping with saliva, my ass gobbled up his thickness easily. "DAMN! You feel so good!" he whispered hoarsely, pushing his hips up to meet my spread, ass melons. His big hands gently lowered me, pumping more dick shaft into my ass.
Feeling his rough pubic hairs brush against my butt, I sighed loudly. "FUCK! I'm constantly amazed at how big you are," I smiled down at him, wiggling my ass to get properly seated. "It's been a long time since we fucked."
Dave looked perplexed. "Only since yesterday morning or Friday morning, whenever that was."
"I mean really fucked, just you, no distractions," I clarified.
"Oh, yeah, we haven't had much time to ourselves, have we?" he affirmed, grinding his hips upwards, and inserting another half inch of thick shaft. His eyes closed with pleasure. "And if you don't stop milking me, this'll be the shortest fuck we've ever had."
I grinned at him. And kept up the milking pressure. He looked up, staring at me with a quizzical grin. "I know there's more where that came from," I assured him. "Let it go, Dave. Cum in my ass, like both of us want!"
He grabbed my hips and pulled me down into his upward thrust. "Sorta like this?"
I smiled and nodded. With only a few more thrusts, his body shook. I could feel his dick throb inside me, and a flood of warmth engulfed my ass channel. He held his breath, looking for a way to prolong the pleasure and high peaks of each climax wave. But, his body betrayed him, thrashing uncontrollably beneath me, his hips thrusting wildly up into my eager, receptive ass. I love watching him cum, especially when it's up my ass.
His control gradually returned, his pistoning hips had slowed, and his dick slowly retracted from the depths of my ass. But, it was far too big to actually fall out, not with me sitting on it and holding it tightly with my ass sphincter. His hands reached up to pull me down to him for a kiss. "I could fuck you all day," he finally said. "Despite the very hot men we've shared, you'll always be the best."
"Flatterer."
"Now, my turn," he smiled up at me, then, tossed me easily to the side. He turned around until he was on all fours, his beautiful ass facing me. "Eat it and fuck it!" he commanded. How could I resist a request like that?
He probably thought I didn't chew on his butt long enough (nowhere near as long as he ate mine). But, it was either push more spit up his ass or squirt my load on to the back of his legs. I was THAT close to cumming! While I took a few seconds to get into position, I pushed two wet fingers into his hole, hoping that would open it up enough for me to get in. I needn't have worried.
In one long push, I hit bottom, jerked once and came. "Ah, FUCK!" I muttered. I pounded his ass, racing ahead of the climax as fast as I could to gain maximum pleasure. That, too, was pointless. Collapsing on his back, my hips rotated and shoved hard as I drooled uncontrollably on his neck, completely at the mercy of my shooting dick's, climax squirts. "Gawd! I needed that!" I managed to say as I recovered some semblance of power over my non-autonomic systems.
"Not nearly as much as I did, Mike," Dave smiled over his shoulder. "Reclaiming each other is an occasional requirement, ya know."
"I'm sorry I came so fast," I apologized.
"I don't mind," he said, lying flat on the oversized mattress, pulling me with him. "That just shows me that I still turn you on."
"And HOW!" I laughed, kissing the back of his neck and nuzzling into his ear. "I love you, ya know."
"Yeah, and I'm pretty happy about that, too."
"But, if I don't race to the bathroom, you won't be so happy," I pointed out. "Your babies are restless, as usual," I added, racing to the bathroom before his spent cum began running down my legs. He always had a lot of sperm to shoot if he hadn't cum for a day. Not that I'm complaining, you understand. But, despite the length of his dick, his "babies" always make their need to escape from my well-fucked ass abundantly clear.
After we'd showered, we napped, attempting to complete our abbreviated four hours of rest on the plane. Dave suggested dinner when we awoke. I was famished, so I readily agreed. We walked down 7th, but the German restaurant that I'd set my heart on was closed. I told him of another German place on about 10th and Folsom that I thought we might try.
"German food, again?" Dave wondered. "Trying to capture more of our brief stay in Germany, or maybe Conrad?"
"From your lips to God's ears," I smiled. "He's an extraordinary man, but you're the man I love. Besides, we weren't there long enough to really get a good taste of German cooking. I think this place we're going to is pretty authentic."
As we walked down Folsom Street, we were openly cruised by several men, most of whom turned around to check out our backsides. Appreciative whistles reached our ears. "So open and lecherous here," Dave observed.
"You ain't seen nothin', yet!" I assured him. "Tomorrow's Fair will be a real eye-opener."
After dinner (which was as good as I'd remembered it with an extensive schnitzel menu), I suggested we try the bars in the Castro district. We'd be working Folsom Street tomorrow, so we could always return there tonight, if Castro was boring this evening. But, it wasn't.
We hit several bars (although we were earlier than the standard evening bar time of after 11:00). The music was loud, the air clean (thanks to California's Clean Indoor Air Act), and the men were delightful. But, as the evening was young, we didn't hook up with anyone. I finally remembered the Pendulum Bar on 18th, just off Castro. "This is where black men and their admirers congregate," I noted to an interested Dave.
"It'd be nice to get back to some bruthas, again," he agreed. "Not that what we've been doing in Europe was bad, you understand." I grinned at his attempt to hide his eagerness to connect with someone with darker skin. A diet of all white meat can get boring to anyone, eventually.
We wandered inside, checked out a few of the men, and ordered a drink. The bartender (a tall, very good-looking black man) handed us our drinks and change. "Just visiting?" he asked. "Or just moved here?"
"Just visiting," Dave said. "Going to the Folsom Street Fair tomorrow."
"Good reason to come to town," he smiled. "Where ya from?" We told him. "This your boyfriend?" he asked, nodding toward me.
Dave smiled and nodded. "Best man I've ever known," he added for the bartender's benefit.
"Whatever turns your crank, Brutha," he smiled back. We headed toward the back of the bar and up a short flight of steps to the outside patio. There were fewer men there than inside, only one of them was smoking. It was warmer inside, so we stayed but a moment before returning to the interior of the dark bar. The bartender looked up from a conversation he was having with another man and smiled. The other man turned and looked our direction. He smiled, too. He turned back to the bartender, leaning in closely to continue their conversation.
A minute later, the man was at our side. "The bartender tells me you're from out of town."
We nodded. "Just down for the Folsom Street Fair," I replied.
"You've been to it before?"
"I have, but he hasn't," I said, indicating Dave.
"Be prepared for all stages of dress and undress," he grinned. "AND conduct you can't even get away with in a bar, ordinarily," he added.
"Oh?" Dave said, sounding intrigued.
"Yeah, public whippings, blowjobs, exposed asses, dicks, drags so outrageous you'll wonder if you're on another planet," he winked.
"Public sex, really?" Dave wondered.
"Count on it. And the participants don't mind if you take their pictures while they're going at it. Very free wheeling."
Dave looked at me for confirmation. I could see that he thought this guy was blowing smoke up our skirts. I smiled and nodded my agreement with the descriptions. "Depending on the weather, you'll see more or less sex. What's the forecast, by the way?"
"Warm afternoon, but not hot like it was a couple of years ago. Were you here for that one?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, ninety-five degrees and naked men everywhere," I remembered.
"Greatest street fair I'd ever been to," he laughed. "But, because of 9/11, I don't know how many people will be there this year. Oh, and there'll be lesbians as well."
Dave pulled a face. "Naked?"
"Some will be."
"It's a gay fair, Dave," I interrupted. "Just don't look," I suggested, grinning.
"We all have our hang-ups, Man," our new friend said. "I'm turned off by fat people and you'll see some naked ones at the fair. Just like he said, don't look."
"I guess I'll just have to get over it," Dave acknowledged. "I'm Dave, by the way," he added extending his hand. "And this is my boyfriend, Mike."
"I'm Jamie," our friend said. "But, my momma calls me by the name she gave me, Jamal. You're not my momma, so call me Jamie," he laughed. We shook hands. "You been together long?" he asked.
"A little more than a year," Dave responded.
"You, uh, mess around?" he asked.
I laughed and Dave nodded with a big smile. "But, only together," he added.
"I'm with it!" Jamie grinned. "I need two guys to keep up with me anyway."
"You've more than met your match, then, Jamie," Dave assured him.
"Whatcha have in mind?" I asked, cupping one of his round ass cheeks in my left hand, while Dave slipped his hand down the front of Jamie's pants. Jamie said he was 26, 6' tall, weighed about 185 and worked out three days a week, and single.
"Call me Mr. Versatile," he smiled, leaning in and giving me a full lips kiss. "Bigger is better; big loads, the best."
"Indeed," I said, not believing he could keep both of his new friends satisfied for very long.
"Come with me for a demonstration," he beckoned.
We followed him into the men's room, such as it was. "I can cum each time that each of you can come," he bragged. "Who wants the first load?"
Being the cum pig that I am, I volunteered before Dave could agree or disagree with the proposal. Jamie pulled out a nice dick that grew in my mouth to about ten, thick inches. Dave moved behind him and played with Jamie's ass, even bending him over and tonguing Jamie's deep trench as I blew our new friend. In less than a minute from the time I popped his dark dick into my mouth, he warned me that he was cumming. I pulled away and quickly asked, "Any reason I shouldn't swallow your load?"
"I'm negative! Take it!" Assuming he was telling the truth, I sucked him off and swallowed his load, washing it down with alcohol. If there were a problem, the alcohol would hopefully kill any bugs. After a moment to recover, he started to blow me. Dave dove into Jamie's ass and rimmed him deeply. Jamie moaned loudly as he sucked hard on my dick and backed into Dave's face. An accomplished cocksucker, he had me washing his throat with my creamy sperm in less than five minutes, bringing me to new heights several times and backing off, before he finally let me cum. I must have blasted a big load. He gagged and sputtered, but didn't lose a drop. "Damn! You cum a lot!" he finally managed to blurt out as I withdrew my dick from his sucking lips. "I assume there's no reason for me not to have swallowed your load, either, right?"
I nodded my agreement. "We bareback each other, so you know we don't have anything to transmit," I revealed.
"Fuck! Really?" Jamie asked.
"Yeah, really," Dave confirmed. "Best fuckin' sex to be had anywhere. But, only in a confirmed partnership with precautions taken with other men that we sleep with."
"Okay, your turn, Dave," Jamie turned and pulled at his dick a couple of times. "I got a nice load for you, too. Mike can come over here and bend over for me. I got a long tongue that loves to caress a white boy's ass." Dave worked his magic on Jamie as I had, getting his nut in only three minutes, while Jamie pushed tongue and spit up my ass like a pro. "Fuck! What a cocksucker pair you are," Jamie praised after he'd pulled out of my ass and away from Dave's face. "You guys into fuckin' and rimmin' as much as you seem to be?"
"Probably more than you can handle," I smirked. Jamie smiled widely, contemplating the possibilities.
He moved back to Dave and dropped to his knees. "Let's see what the Man has!" He pulled Dave's Levi's open and fished out 11" of thick meat. "Fuck, YEAH! Come to Daddy!"
Exercising his expertise on Dave's dick, the blowjob didn't take long. Dave was blasting his cream into Jamie's mouth in less than two minutes. "A good time was had by all who came," Dave quoted, pulling away from Jamie's sucking lips and tucking his dick away.
"Rather than demonstrate my continuous cumming skills in the men's room at the Pendulum," Jamie leered, "I'd rather find some place more comfortable. You have a hotel or are you staying with friends? I'm in Oakland and I got a big bed, but it's a good 30 minutes away."
"We have a hotel, California King bed in it," Dave smiled.
"You da MAN!" Jamie smiled. "Where you parked? I'll follow you there."
"We're just up 18th a couple of blocks. You?" I answered for us.
"I got lucky and found a space on Castro," Jamie responded.
"I'll go with you," Dave suggested, "and guide you to our hotel." As I had the keys to the rental car and both of us had keycards for the hotel, it seemed a reasonable solution to our geographically separated autos. I found our car, turned back to Castro and drove down Market, turning at 8th, so I could double back to our hotel on 7th (the one-way street grid prevented a more direct route). Parking in the hotel's reserved lot, I looked around for Dave or Jamie. Not immediately spotting them, I went up to our room. Deciding that I'd welcome them appropriately, I tore off my clothes, turned off all but the dim bathroom light, and stripped the bed down to the sheets.
The latch rattled with Dave's cardkey and the door slowly swung open. "Oh, hi," Jamie called from the doorway. "I hope you didn't start without me."
"Only made preparations for your arrival," I smiled, indicating condoms and lube on both nightstands.
"That big dick of yours would indicate you have something else in mind as well," Jamie grinned impishly as he crawled on to the huge bed and sucked my hard, dripping dick into his face.
"That's the general idea," I moaned, thrusting slowly upwards into his sucking lips. "But, I think you need to shed your clothes to get the full benefit of what I've got in mind."
He stood up beside the bed and smiled down at me. Dave had already dumped his clothes in a pile by the door. "Perhaps, I can help," Dave whispered, nuzzling Jamie's neck, and kissing down to his right shoulder. Dave pulled Jamie's shirt over his head, continuing the lip munching routine on Jamie's bare skin. His hands moved to Jamie's nips, pulling on them gently, then, worked down his abs to the belt buckle. I rose from my reclined position, anticipating the unveiling of Jamie's large weapon. I kissed at his navel, licking lower as Dave opened Jamie's pants and pushed them slowly lower. Wearing no underwear, Jamie's "goodies" were immediately available for fun.
I kissed down Jamie's thick shaft as Dave inched our friend's Levi's lower. The large head threatened to spring upwards, but I grabbed it with my lips and sucked it deliciously to the back of my throat. "Oh, yeah, Man! So good!" he crooned.
Pulling away reluctantly, I eased back to the bed. "Over here, Jamie. You and I are gonna 69 and Dave'll find some bootie to fuck."
"Gawd! I hope it's mine!" Jamie laughed.
"We must be charming and gracious to our guest," Dave grinned back. "But, I think you need some reassurance that we love to rim, too." As if...
For the next three hours, we fucked and rimmed and drank warm cum directly from the spigot. Jamie was true to his word, cumming every time one of us did. Of course, his volume decreased significantly, but it was always delicious. It seemed that every time his face went between my butt cheeks or Dave's, he was hard and jacking furiously. No doubt in my mind that Jamie loved to rim. We encouraged him in his ardor. One of us would sit on his face while the other fucked him slowly, going as deep as we wanted. The harder we fucked, the noisier he got and the deeper his tongue probed up our butts.
But, his ass got too sore to be fucked as much as we'd like to have banged his pretty butt, but that still left some heavy-duty dick sucking and cream swallowing. By 11:00, he called a halt to our fun. "Much as I'd love to stay and fuck and suck all night long, I have to work tomorrow," he sighed, rolling off the California King bed and pulling out of Dave for the second time (I'd already been fucked twice, too.).
He slowly pulled on his clothes, as we tried our best to hinder him. But, we knew he had to leave, and we'd miss him. We gave him our names and address and he reciprocated. "Just as well that I'm leaving. I'm not sure I could have blasted out another load. You guys are amazing," he laughed. "Next time you come down, make it for a longer time. I'd love to work on you ALL evening long, and do MANY more nasty things."
We invited him up to see us sometime and we'd introduce him to more men than he could possibly keep up with. He grinned at the idea, bragging that he was up to the challenge. "You ready for sleep?" Dave asked after shutting and locking the door.
"You have something in mind?"
"What time does the Street Fair start?"
"Generally around eleven or so, but no harm in not showing up until noon," I replied.
"We can sleep when we get home. This is San Francisco. Let's go out until they throw us out of the bars."
"They close early here, like one o'clock," I warned.
"All the more reason to go now, showering first, of course. I'm sure we smell like a couple of randy billy goats," Dave giggled. "That Jamie sure surprised me with all the cum he shot."
"Not just volume, but frequency. Totally amazing!"
We hit several bars in the South of Market area. All of them were full; most had waiting lines. We ignored the ones with the longer lines, not wanting to waste our time standing around outside. I know we were in the Powerhouse, Lone Star, Eagle, and My Place, but I couldn't tell you which one had the hottest men and the best action. After a few minutes in each, they all seemed the same. By the time they closed, I was tired. So was Dave.
However, we did get several invitations to fuck. Considering our marathon with Jamie, we declined all offers. But, we did tell them to hit us up (if they saw us) at the Street Fair for a possible roll in the hay tomorrow. We explained to all of them that we'd just flown in from England on an 11-hour flight, and we needed to get our internal clocks readjusted. They were understanding, but persistent. Although we were firm about us being a package deal, we got paper with names and numbers from three that I pulled from my pockets. Dave pulled out four more hopefuls (on paper) as he emptied his pockets in our room.
"I don't even remember what they look like," he groaned, tossing the slips of paper on the nearest nightstand. "But, I wouldn't toss any of them out of bed, as I recall."
"I remember they're all fuckable, but from these pieces of paper, I can't put a name with any face," I agreed.
"A couple of the big, muscle guys looked familiar, like they could be in some of the porno that we have at home," Dave allowed. "But, those musclemen types tend to look alike to me in a herd like that."
"If tomorrow is anything like the usual Folsom Street Fair, there will be a number of exhibitors with their latest stars manning the booths. We'll see several of them trying to sell their videos there. And even if we don't, they'll probably be walking around like the rest of us."
"How crowded will it be?" he asked.
"Depends on the weather most years; but, this year?" I wondered. "Well, because of 9/11, no one knows. Remember the desk clerk told us that they had a lot of international cancellations over the last three weeks."
"The place still looks full, though," Dave pointed out.
"Yeah, the parking lot's full," I agreed.
"What's the drag tomorrow?" Dave asked after thinking a moment about how well attended the Street Fair might be.
"Anything you like. But, I recommend our sleaziest bar drag," I grinned mischievously.
"We can get away with that in broad daylight?"
"Remember what Jamie said? Butt naked guys and some women? We won't even be noticed against that kind of competition," I laughed.
We went to breakfast late at the South of Market Café, near 13th and Folsom. The food was good, service was marginal (but, they were busy), and the price was right. By the time we finished, it was nearly noon. We drove back to the hotel, changed clothes and walked the two blocks to Folsom. A short barricade was strung across Folsom Street to keep the cars out as well as "shake us down" for a contribution to one of the local charities. For a good cause, I'm always an easy mark. The suggested fee was $3 each, so Dave gave them a $10 bill and got stickers for both of us to wear.
Heading south on Folsom, we walked quickly past an overly amplified band, slowly briefly at the first few booths. I was doing more people watching than booth surveying. Dave was just as bad. We made several brazen remarks about some hot men and couples. Before we'd gone the first block, someone asked us if they could take our picture with their new digital camera. We posed for them, but I'm not sure they even got our faces. The tight, worn shorts we wore emphasized our "maleness."
By the time we got to the Powerhouse, the street was full of people (mostly men). Our progress was slowed to little more than shuffling forward. But, we didn't much care. The "scenery" was breathtaking. We took several pictures of men that we thought were particularly attractive, front, side, and rear.
After one loop around the booths heading south, we turned before the similarly too-loud band at the end of the Street Fair and headed north on the other side of Folsom. Ignoring the whipping post (going both directions), we stopped to talk to a couple of friends from home who'd come down for the Fair, too. We stood on the sidewalk to get out of the way of most of the foot traffic to briefly tell them about our trip to Europe. They told us about two food booths that we had to stop at which featured great barbequed chicken and ribs. We promised to check that out later as we'd just finished a late breakfast.
We stopped at one of the porno studio booths to check out their latest release. Standing under the canopy to push their product were three of their stars. Two of them had on only cock rings. The third one had on worn Levi's, torn in all the right places, and hanging very suggestively off his very round, delicious-looking ass. In short order, we worked our way to stand in front of the counter. The most hunky one looked us over and smiled broadly. "Have you seen our latest vid?" he asked.
We shook our heads to the negative. "Haven't seen it, yet," Dave answered. "You in it?"
"Yeah, every scene," he smiled back. "Too bad you weren't in it. I'd still be on the set fuckin' with you, Stud!" His hand moved to cup Dave's large crotch mound.
Dave blushed. "Thanks," he croaked.
"This your boyfriend?" his co-star asked looking me over, giving me the same crotch massage his friend had given Dave. We nodded. "Very nice," he added, working his hands up our chests to our erect nipples. "I'll bet you'd be a huge hit on vid together." His friend worked our thinly covered dicks while he worked our hard nips.
"No, thanks," I said. "We have our reputations to watch out for."
"Come around the side here," the first one suggested. "I need to show you something." He smiled, beckoning us away from the crush of men at the front of the booth. At the side, the canopy top was about shoulder high. Stacks of merchandise, plus the booth next door cut out any view of us from that angle. However, from the front of the booth, anyone could see through to the side, getting a full view of our "beheaded" bodies.
Both men dropped to their knees and pushed their warm mouths on to our dicks. In seconds, we were stone hard and exposed. Their deep throats took us easily to the bases of our dicks. I glanced over at Dave. He was enjoying this action very much, although a little concerned. I smiled and shrugged. "Why not?" I whispered. With the canopy hiding our faces, we could still see our porno friends stroking their hardening dicks. The click of camera shutters punctuated their moans and slurps of enjoyment. The harder they worked on us, going deep and pulling out to expose our throbbing, thick dickheads, the more camera clicks we heard. A rising murmur of appreciation rolled over us from the front of the booth as more men crowded in for a look.
"Gawd! What a couple of huge dicks!" I heard more than once. I wasn't sure if they meant us, or our stars. I didn't really care, as I was getting far too close to climax.
As if scripted, they orally pulled off our cocks, but kept stroking us with their lubed hands. I felt a condom roll on. I glanced over at Dave to see that he got the same treatment. In less time that it takes to tell it, I was balls-deep in a tight, round, muscle ass, being milked mercilessly. My hands automatically went to his hips and pulled him hard into my thrusting hips. "Let me know when you get close," my benefactor said. "We have a crowd of hungry men who want to see you shoot!"
"Same for you, tall, dark, and gorgeous," Dave's new friend added. "Damn! You're huge!"
I looked over at a grimacing Dave. He was approaching his climax far too fast, too. "Back off, guys," I warned, "or we'll both cum up your asses, before we can pull out."
"Pull out then, and shove it back in when you can handle it," Dave's partner suggested. We complied. Both men remained bent over, but worked our nuts with their free hands, allowing our thick, waving dicks to thrust along their backs, just above their butts. Within a minute, I'd cooled enough that I could slip back inside. I checked on Dave's progress. He was already back-in-the-saddle.
I reached around my partner and started to stroke his dick for him. "I'm gonna shoot too, if you keep that up," he whispered.
"Then, let's give them a show and do it together!" I said loudly enough for most of the gathered men to hear. The sudden silence spoke volumes about their preparedness.
"Spray my face when you pull out," he said as I hammered him hard, stroking his thick, leaking dick in like rhythm.
"Yeah, FUCK, YEAH!" Dave roared, stripping off the condom and aiming his dick at the man whom he'd just been fucking.
Unlike my partner, this guy didn't turn around. "Shoot on my ass," he begged. Dave complied as best he could, attempting to aim his dick and remain upright as a monster climax ripped through him. Ohs and ahs rolled through the crowd, cameras clicking madly.
I'd pushed away from my partner as Dave began his climax. Hurriedly stripping off my condom, I rapidly stroked my 9" steel rod, feeling the sucking lips of an experienced man close over the swollen head. "Gonna SHOOT!" I promised. His lips pulled away, but I could feel his hot breath only an inch away from my nuts. I felt his body shudder as he jacked furiously to match my climax timing. "FUCK!" I moaned, accompanied by a jolt of climax juice rocketing from my dick. A chorus of camera clicks added to the noise level.
A ripple of applause raced through the men at the front counter. "Where do we get a copy of THAT?" one guy shouted. Laughter rang out. "I got it all on vid!" a second man volunteered. "I want a copy!" shouted several men.
But, we were not listening. Our new friends were stroking our sensitive dicks, trying to get more cream to roll or shoot out. We pulled away, laughing. "Too ticklish!" I managed to finally say, catching my breath.
"Incredible!" the third co-star broke in. "You gotta be part of our next vid!"
"I think we've starred enough," Dave smiled.
"But, you're both so hung, and hunky, and handsome!" he protested.
"Sorry," I confirmed. "Not our style to be THAT out."
"Fuck!" my partner spat. "Please, think about it? You're so HOT!"
"Yeah, monster cock and so fuckin' hot looking besides," his friend confirmed. "I've never been fucked so deep or so good."
"Sorry," Dave sighed. "We don't fuck for an audience, despite this display," he laughed.
We walked away, threading our way between the booths behind the video studio booth and turned to walk the other way. Dave's star caught up with us. "Please!" he begged, stopping us. "I understand about not wanting to be a porno star. It narrows down your future career choices in a big way. But, I'd love to get to know you better, both of you," he added quickly. "You have a hotel here or are you natives?"
My co-star had caught up with us, too. "I wanna do you again, Handsome," he said looking at me. "Something more private? And both of you, but, with more time taken to enjoy it."
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Author's note: The men mentioned as attendees at the party in London are real. However, the author makes no representation as to their sexual proclivities, not their party attending habits. However, as of 1997, The Complete Peerage, Volume XIV indicates that NONE of them are married. However, in the intervening four years to the date of our story, any or all of them may be married. Again, NO representations are made as to their sexual orientations.