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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 83--San Francisco

"Please?" Dave's "co-star" pled. "I seldom meet men as handsome, hunky, and well hung as you are. I could bottom for you for hours and hours!"

"I already have a boyfriend," Dave smirked, nodding in my direction.

"I want both of you," he repeated. "Zack says you're incredible, too," he pressed, indicating me as the other half of "both."

"You can trade off," Zack volunteered. "I want to be part of this bargain, too. If you're even half as good as your boyfriend here, I want that big, black dick up my ass as well."

"We may be tops in the vids, but you know we can bottom," his friend said. "Got ya to cum pretty fast, too," he grinned.

"No one's doubting your talent," Dave allowed. "We're just not interested in the porn business as actors, or whatever you call it."

I wasn't sure if he meant actors or porn business, but it didn't seem to matter. They didn't take offense. By now, we'd attracted a small crowd, some of whom had watched our "performances" earlier. Others on the crowded street shuffled by, taking a good look at the naked actors, feeling their round butts, and smiling. The click of cameras continued. "This isn't exactly a conversation for public consumption," I warned.

Zack moved closer to me. He took my right hand and placed it on his left ass cheek. "Feel how nice that is," he smiled. "Don't you want another ride? I sure do!" I looked over at Dave, who was getting similar treatment (including a kiss). "I want that big dick up my ass again, but longer this time," he purred in my ear. "I love your hot, hairy chest, too. But, that big-headed dick is what really gets me goin'," he added running one hand across my furry chest and the other up the leg of my shorts, feeling my wet, sticky dick. "I'll bet your cum tastes good, too." His dick was rising again, as was mine. "You have good recovery," he added, squeezing my hardening dick. "I like that."

"No complaints," I smiled, checking on Dave again. He was evidently weakening, too. "I need a conference with my boyfriend before we turn you down flat," I laughed.

"Please, don't!" he begged. "This ass needs you!" he insisted, bending over and winking his lubed asshole at me.

"Very tempting," I assured him, moving towards Dave.

"I'll take a turn at that if he doesn't," a voice nearby said. I didn't know who it was, but the look on Zack's face indicated that his interest was focused on me, not some "interloper."

Dave broke away from his friend and took a step in my direction with a grin that settled the discussion before it occurred (as if the huge bulge in his frayed shorts didn't!). "They sure are hungry," he grinned. "Whatcha think?"

"You won't get an argument from me," I replied. "Zack's sure eager. What else did we have planned for the evening?" I asked rhetorically.

Dave smiled. "Morgan's hungry for another ride, too," Dave confirmed. "And he made it very clear that he wants you as well."

"So did Zack," I smiled. "He's got a thing for big, black dicks, he says."

"Sounds like an accomplished bottom," Dave observed, "just like Morgan."

Morgan and Zack had drifted closer, hoping to influence our deliberations. "But, we're good tops, too," Morgan interjected, "if that makes a difference. It's our public persona, anyway." I glanced his direction, checking out both men, again. They did have a very masculine look about them. Zack was taller by a couple of inches at about six foot tall, but Morgan had more bulging muscles. That's not to detract from Zack's heavily muscled body, though. Both had short, light brown hair, blue eyes, and were clean- shaven. Clearly, they were typecast as tops, because of their very muscular, gym-toned bodies and thick 8" and 9" dicks (Zack having the bigger one). But, they didn't seem to mind being tops for the vids. However, it was obvious from the way they so eagerly bent over for us in the booth, that they preferred being bottoms. Zack's hungry ass deserved another round. Dave's grin and hard, obscene lump agreed with me, but was more directed at Morgan. I'd have to try some of Morgan's ass, too.

"It seems that you've persuaded us," I grinned at them. "What time do you get away from here?"

"YES!" they exulted in unison, with clenched fists pulled downwards.

"When the Street Fair ends at 6:00 p.m.," Morgan said. "You wanna come to my place or your hotel?"

"You have a big enough bed for all of us?" Dave asked.

"Oh, well, no," he said crestfallen. "Zack?"

"I'm just in town for the Fair. I'm staying with friends," he sighed. "You have a big bed at your hotel?"

"Yeah, a California king," I smiled.

"Fuckin' AWESOME!" Zack laughed. "Big enough for all of us!"

As we'd been conversing, several more men had taken groping liberties with their bare butts and elongated dicks. "We'd better get back to the booth, before Jim comes after us with a stick," Morgan said, reaching up and clasping Dave's head in his hands. "See ya later, Gorgeous," he added, kissing Dave on the lips. Zack grinned and did the same to me, but added another grope under my shorts of my thickened, and still sticky dick. He licked off his fingers as he moved away, pushing Morgan ahead of him, his hands on Morgan's round, muscular ass.

From the next booth, we could see through to their studio booth. Zack's flopping dick pushed against the ass trench of Jim's loosely lowered shorts, grasping him about the chest with his big arms and grinding his dick into Jim's ass. Jim laughed and shrugged him off. "I could use another kind of help, Zack. You, too, Morgan."

They huddled for a few seconds with glances and smiles in our direction. "Yeah, we did," I heard Morgan say. "Eat your heart out, Jim." I couldn't hear Jim's response. "I'll ask," Morgan beamed. He beckoned us back, opening the back of the booth. Dave already knew what he wanted to say, and so did I. "Jim's interested, too. The best bottom in the business," he added. We stood next to Jim and checked him out. He towered over his video partners at 6'4", but was only slightly taller than us. His slender, swimmer's build emphasized his large, square pecs and delicious-looking bubble butt.

"Sure," Dave agreed. "I'm sure we can figure out a way to keep everyone busy and happy."

I nodded eagerly, then, slipped two fingers down the back of Jim's loosened shorts, wiggling them deep in his ass furrow. He thrust his ass back into my fingers, opening his frequently fucked asshole. Jim turned his head and nuzzled my neck. "I hope you intend to fuck me at least as much as you fuck them," he murmured. "I love big dicks!"

"I'll do my best to service all of you," I whispered back. "And so will Dave."

"Yeah, love a monster cock like his plowing my butt!"

"Bubble butts are a specialty of mine," Dave leered. "You have a favorite position to get fucked?"

"Face to face," Jim instantly replied. "I love watching my man's face as he cums up my ass."

"We'll have to see what we can do about that," Dave smiled.

After we left the booth, again, Dave said, "What have we gotten ourselves into? Can we service those three very hungry bottoms?"

"I'm sure we can keep them well filled and drilled," I replied. "We sure kept Jamie happy last night."

"But, he was only one guy. We had a chance to recover after each fuck," Dave pointed out. "This is THREE very hunky, very hungry butts."

"You don't have an off switch, Dave," I reminded him. "You'll be up for it, I'm sure."

We slowly shuffled our way along the south side of the street for another two blocks before we turned around and headed back. The street wasn't continuously packed as it had been in previous years, but it was still very crowded at the Powerhouse. We smiled at the three men in the video booth as we passed them, again. Morgan and Zack waved their dicks at us. Jim wiggled his bubble butt, dropping the loosely fastened shorts far enough for us to see his winking asshole. Camera shutters clicked like crickets.

Rather than hang around until six, we went to the Eagle and hung out with a hot group of men. They were nearly as friendly as Morgan and Zack, but only went for the gropes of our dicks and butts. We returned the exploratory greetings. One very good- looking daddy type offered himself and his "boy" for some fun at their place. "Show them your hot ass, Boy," he commanded. The "boy" dutifully grinned and dropped his shorts to his knees. "Feel how tight and hot his ass is," Daddy directed. "His hole's real deep, too," he added, sliding two fingers deeply inside the younger man and finger- fucking him a few times. He extracted the fingers and licked them off. "Yeah, sweet tasting butthole. Still has his daddy's cum inside."

Boy pulled up his pants, smiling. "And I've never found a dick I couldn't deep- throat, too," he bragged. Nearly simultaneously, they stooped slightly and sucked our right nipples between their lips, groping at our dicks at the same time. Whether or not they knew there was a direct connection between my dick and my nipple, it didn't matter. Daddy found out quickly, as I instantly went hard. Dave had a similar reaction. "Damn, Daddy," Boy said. "He's got a monster dick," he added, squatting before Dave and sucking Dave's black horsedick deeply into his mouth.

"Nice one here, too, Boy," Daddy smiled. "Sticky from cumming recently, I'd guess," he laughed. Boy was on me instantly, deep-throating me immediately, sucking off the last traces of my previous load shot up Zack's ass.

"Both of them have, Daddy," the boy observed, grinning up at his mentor. "But, I want both of them to cum up my butt, Daddy."

Dave interrupted their discussion. "Uh, we already have a commitment for the evening. Sorry."

I reluctantly pulled away from the skilled "boy" who'd resumed cleaning off my hard dick. Boy stood up, disappointed.

"Perhaps, another time?" I suggested.

"You live here?" Daddy asked.

"No. Just in town for the Street Fair," Dave related. "Heading for home later in the week, but heading to my brother's place in Sacramento tomorrow morning."

"Fuckin' shame," Daddy sighed. "See what you missed?" he said, having pulled out of the leg hole of his pants a very FAT dick, probably 8" long. It looked like it was thicker than a beer can. I was impressed. "One of you has to be a bottom and would love to be fucked by this, while my boy took your dick up his sweet boy ass."

"We both know how to take a big dick up the ass," I assured him.

"Sweet," Daddy grinned. "You'd love a ride on my big dick."

"Only one at a time would be riding your 'boy'," Dave pointed out. "You up for some bottoming for us, Daddy."

Daddy smiled. "No, I don't bottom," he said firmly. He leaned in closely and whispered. "For you two, I'd take it up the ass, though. But, around here, I have a very butch reputation to uphold."

"Daddy's a very good bottom," his "boy" revealed in a whispered grin.

"Every Daddy needs to have that deep itch scratched once in a while," Daddy allowed. He paused, then, kissed me and stroked Dave's exposed dick, being sucked on by the "boy" again. "You sure you have to leave?" Daddy pressed.

"Yeah, we promised three guys that we'd meet them later," Dave sighed. "Too bad, though. We could have had some fun with you," he added, twisting Daddy's right nipple just enough to make Daddy groan. Boy had turned and was trying to get Dave's big dick up his ass. The big head had disappeared and the thick shaft would have followed, if Dave hadn't pulled away. "There's a time and place for everything," he smiled, pulling Boy to his feet. "I know I'd love to fuck your boy, Daddy (and you, too), but another time, I think," he whispered.

Meanwhile, Daddy's fingers had moved down my deep ass trench and rubbed against my tight butthole. "Make it worth your while," he smiled at me. "You'd never regret it. Boy and I are very good in bed. We can cum several times in one night. And Boy loves to service big dicks," he rattled on, trying to encourage us to break our date with Jim, Morgan, and Zack.

"Sorry," I said, moving away from him. "We promised."

"I hope they're good," Daddy smiled, sniffing and licking his fingers. "Your butthole sure tastes fine!"

"They are," Dave said, ignoring the comment about my asshole. "We already know."

"But, you don't know how good we are," Daddy insisted. "We're the best rimmers in San Francisco, besides being the best Daddy/Son team around."

"Perhaps," Dave acquiesced, "but we did promise."

"So, when will you be back in town?" Daddy wondered.

"Certainly for the next Folsom Street Fair," I volunteered.

"That's not for another year," Daddy protested. "I want you before then. WE want you before then."

Dave looked at me and I nodded. "Come visit us, then," Dave suggested. He produced our card and gave it to Daddy. "We're home most of the time."

Daddy checked out the card, noting our names and phone numbers. "We'll come visit soon. I know you have to be even better in bed than you are in this crowd of men."

We nodded slyly. "Not a complaint, yet," I smirked. "I'm gonna hold you to that promise to get fucked, Daddy," I whispered in his ear as I nuzzled his neck. "And you, Boy! You'll be introduced to more big dicks than you thought existed when you come see us and our friends."

Boy was excited. "Can we go soon, Daddy?"

"We'll see, Boy," Daddy smiled, indulgently.

At 5:30, we returned to the Street Fair. Most of the people were gone, the booths being packed up early. A cold fog was racing into the city. We stopped by the video booth, reminded the three men where we were staying and headed back to the hotel. "I feel like I need shower," Dave moaned as we walked into the small, hotel elevator. "We've been busy and quite popular," he laughed.

"New meat in town," I opined. "Happens all the time." Dave frowned. "Well, in your case, you'd be the Belle-of-the-Ball anywhere."

"Same to you, Mr. Furry Tits," he grinned, racing away from me after he'd pulled both of my cold-erected nipples.

"If we didn't have those men coming over soon, I'd fuck you to death in the shower, just for being a wiseass," I warned, after I'd caught up with him at our door.

"That's not much of a threat," he giggled. "I can get that anytime I want. And it certainly isn't a punishment. NOT getting fucked by you would be a punishment."

"Get your ass into the room before I fuck you here in front of all our neighbors."

The hotel had a mixed clientele. During this particular weekend, it was full, mostly of gay men. But, there were a few families here as well. I'm sure they were getting the education of their lives, despite our attempts at civility.

Shortly after six, the telephone rang. Our guests had arrived and were at the front desk, asking for permission to join us in our room. We told the desk clerk to let them in. Greeting them at the door, they produced a "housewarming" gift: their latest video in DVD format. All three had signed the cover.

"We needs showers," Morgan said. Dave called housekeeping for more towels. They were delivered within ten minutes. As each freshly scrubbed man came out of the bathroom, he was attacked and fucked by both of us. The only thing that saved him from this tag-team anal assault was the arrival of the next man. And the only thing that kept us from creaming our condoms was the timely switching of places and the arrival of a new man. Cooling our overheated sex engines was welcomed. But, by the time our last conquest (Jim) arrived, Morgan and Zack had counterattacked.

Morgan had gravitated to Dave, again, with Zack clinging to me. If I were fucking Jim, Zack's tongue or dick would be up my ass, and Dave would be fucking Morgan. When Dave was fucking Jim, Morgan would be fucking or rimming Dave, and I'd be fucking Zack. In the time it took to switch, we'd scale back from our impending climax enough to forestall a quick rush over the edge. Jim always had a spare dick in his mouth, generally Morgan or Zack. We were a busy quintet.

But, nothing that good could last. I was the first one to lose it. Slowly fucking Zack after Jim had been savagely milking my hard dick with his talented butt, I was trying valiantly to refrain from cumming. But, Zack would have none of that. He knew I was close and wanted my load in his ass, instead of sprayed on his face like last time. In a doggie style position, Zack reached behind us and grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me tightly into him. His butt gripped and milked me mercilessly. I warned him that I was very close. "Then, FUCK me!" he roared. "HARD!"

His grip on my butt lessened slightly, only enough to allow some hip action to propel my hard, swollen prick into his munching ass and withdraw a few inches. It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't given me some space to thrust my hips. I'd already hit my climax wall and breached it. No more than three deep slams into him and I was bellowing like a bull servicing his first cow of the season. His hard, muscle ass drank deeply of my dick sauce. He pushed back into me, then, plunged forward into Jim's sucking mouth. As his climax raced over him, his butt channel chewed and licked at my sensitive dick. Jim swallowed Zack's load, groaning at the pleasure of Zack's tasty cum and Dave's big, black dick up Jim's hungry, eager asshole.

"Damn!" Zack cried after I'd pulled out and he'd disconnected from Jim. "I've never felt a guy cum in my ass whose dick jerked as hard as yours does. It felt like we were barebacking!"

The muscleman on Dave's back pumped him wildly, sensing the breaking of other cum dams. Morgan hung on to Dave's big chest, clasping tightly as he lunged harder into Dave's willing ass. His muscles bunched and bulged as his hips rammed and pumped into Dave, releasing a torrent of warm cum into the condom. Dave's smile told me that he was enjoying the big man on his back, pumping the condom full of creamy jizz. When Morgan returned to some control, Dave dragged him along, climbing to a big climax into Jim. Powerfucking Jim just the way he loved it, Dave crammed all 11" of his thick dick up Jim's hungry hole and pumped out a flood of condom-filling baby gravy.

Three condoms were emptied on to Jim's chest as the rest of us hungrily licked it off. Jim sprinkled his watery load over the four cum-licking men.

We rested and talked about the porno industry, telling them of our acquaintance with Brad. Only one of them knew of him. Of course, it was Jim. "Fuck! Biggest damned dick I've ever seen on anyone!" he crowed. "You wouldn't believe this guy. Get his vids," he told his costars. "He's incredible."

"We can attest to that," I smirked. That remark required a retelling of how we met him and what he was currently doing, including the domestic situation with his new boyfriend, Steve, and Steve's sons.

Relating all those delicious details got everyone horny again, so we had a five- way butt-munching session. Everyone had a good time chewing on a hot muscle ass, moaning eagerly to mount someone soon. But, we delayed the butt plugging until all of us were so sexually aroused, there was no holding us back. I had the pleasure of servicing Morgan's ass, while Dave rode Zack. Jim backed on to Morgan, then, Zack, moving back and forth until both of them had cum in his condom-protected butt. We continued hammering on our "costars" until Dave cut loose, pushing me over the cum- cliff only seconds later.

But, the evening couldn't go on much longer. All three of our guests had "real" jobs that required their attendance in the morning. Zack left first, as he had a midnight flight to catch to Los Angeles. With the increased security at the airport, he had to be there two hours before departure time. That meant he had to catch the shuttle bus to the airport no later than 9:15, allowing for traffic troubles. Showering one last time, he slipped out the door, wearing real clothes. Jim and Morgan stayed a little longer, getting another deep fuck from us. Morgan took me on face-to-face in an unbelievably sensual session of lovemaking, while Dave and Jim fucked like rabbits.

As Jim showered, I asked Morgan about our last session. "You're a hot lover, Morgan. What are you doing in porno? You should have a lover to appreciate your lovemaking skills," I said.

"I just broke up with my boyfriend. He couldn't handle the porno side of me. He wanted monogamy and I couldn't give it to him. I'm basically an exhibitionist who loves to fuck for the camera," he sighed. "I'll not find someone in this business who wants what I want as far as sex goes, doesn't get crazy when I fuck with hot men on camera, and has more between his ears than where his next fuck is. I'll surely never find what I'm looking for in this business," he repeated.

"I'm sure there's someone out there," Dave assured him. "How long have you been in the 'business'?"

"Less than a year."

"How many films have you done?" I asked.

"About ten or so."

"No one turned your crank in all that time?" Dave pressed.

"Sexually? Sure, lots of times. But, no one who knew how to make love, certainly no one who was versatile enough to satisfy me," he sighed.

"Could have been the plot got in the way, Morgan?" Dave offered.

"Plot? What movies have you been watching?" Morgan laughed.

"Don't you get a chance to get you know your costars before you fuck on film?" I wondered.

"Haven't so far," Morgan replied. "We get a few minutes to get acquainted, get clear on what roles we'll be playing and some camera angles, and the general premise of what the vids trying to do for a story line, that sort of thing."

"You never dated or tried to date any of them afterwards?" I asked.

"Never. By the time we were done with the shoot, there would be something about the guy that I wasn't happy about, so I'd just split."

"Such as?" Dave pondered.

"Oh, the usual sorta stuff. I'm always with a bottom, of course, and some of them are so nelly, I nearly lose my hard-on. Others treat me like a piece of meat; all muscle, no brains, and they believe my public persona of being exclusively a top. It goes downhill from there."

"Sounds grim," Dave sighed.

"It can be, but overall, it ain't bad. The money is good, but not great. And you get to fuck some hot butts most of the time," he grinned. "You know, the sex is pretty good. But, I miss the real lovemaking that you get from a good man, like a boyfriend will give you, or like you two know how to do, someone who can fuck your lights out and still be willing to take it up the ass, too."

"Just takes some practice and the right man," I grinned. Dave nodded.

Jim left the bathroom, pulling on his clothes with his ass wiggling in our faces. We all had to have a taste before he got his pants pulled up. Of course, he did that on purpose, but we didn't mind at all. "Damn!" he said as he put on a light jacket. "It's hot guys like you that make a bottom like me wish we didn't have to wear condoms. That's just so fuckin' HOT to get you butthole sprayed with a big man's cum!" he crowed.

"Just remember you can't, Jim," Morgan reminded him.

"I know," he sighed. "But," he grinned, "I'm working on a boyfriend right now. We've been very good, condoms all the time for another two months. Then, they come off and we fuck bareback like animals."

"Remember, Jim," Morgan warned. "You're trusting this man with your life."

"I'm less worried about him than most men. He's never been fucked, and wants to fuck me all the time," he smiled.

"Well," I said patting his bubble butt, "I admire his taste in hot asses."

"Thanks," Jim grinned widely. He gave us both a kiss and a grope. "See ya later, Morgan. You're always a great fuck," he added with a kiss and grope for him, too.

"I'd better get my ass outta here, too," Morgan said rising from the bed and heading for the bathroom for a shower. "You've been terrific. But, I need to hit the gym and get home and get some sleep. I need to be bright-eyed for work tomorrow."

"What do you do? For work, I mean," Dave laughed. "I already know what you do in bed, and it's VERY good!"

"I'm a cop," he smirked.

"You're shittin' me!" I blanched.

"Nope, been one for three years now. One of San Francisco's finest, as they say."

"What kind of cop?"

"Traffic, but I'm hoping to get into fraud, soon. It's more fun there, even though you don't meet a better grade of people," he laughed. "And it's less dangerous. In this town, people are crazy drivers. Running red lights is almost a fine art the way these goons do it, even with the new cameras and strobe lights at some intersections. The big fines don't seem to get their attention, either."

"I've noticed that, too," I nodded. "They seem to drive by a different set of rules here than at home. For one thing, they drive much faster."

"It's the pace of life here," he sighed. "It makes everyone over-schedule themselves to get it all done, so they're racing from one appointment to another. Then, I pull them over for doing what they shouldn't and I get a ration of shit, because I'm making them late." He grinned, then, said, "Those are the assholes that I deliberately take even more time to write up the ticket."

After his shower, he kissed us good night, promising to keep in touch after I'd pressed our card into his hand. "We'd love to see you, again. Please, come visit us?" I urged.

"That goes for me, too, Morgan," Dave smiled.

"For two of the hottest men I've ever encountered anywhere, you won't be able to keep me away with the cavalry," he laughed. "You have any single friends who need a good friend?"

"We have several, but I'm not sure they'd move to San Francisco," Dave said.

"That's okay," Morgan replied. "Porno movies are shot in many locations. There's nothing that dictates that I must be here. Besides, they can always use an experienced cop in most of the big cities."

"That reminds me," I smiled, "we know a gay cop at home, great big dude. Everyone calls him Robocop." Morgan laughed at the name. "I kid you not! He's like 6'6" and weighs better than 250. He's also got a hot boyfriend who's a professional football player."

"They're another black and white couple like us," Dave interjected.

"Already, I'm excited to visit you," Morgan laughed. "But, they're a couple. That doesn't do me any good."

"Just an example of the men we know," I said. "There are many who aren't taken, yet."

With another kiss and friendly grope of his muscular ass, we sent him home.

"What's the plan for tomorrow?" Dave asked after we'd tumbled into bed to watch some television. The channel choices weren't very good, so we turned it off.

"We'll do breakfast in the Castro district, then, head out to Sacramento," I suggested. "Did you have a particular time in mind?"

"I told Duane and Carol we'd be there after noon. Carol hasn't gone back to work yet, so she'll be home when we arrive. But, I think we need to pick up the rental car first thing tomorrow morning."

"Have you called to confirm the time?"

"No, I should have done that already. But, in this big city, they should still be there." Dave rummaged through several pages of the phone book before finding the rental car company Brad had made the reservation with. He confirmed our reservation and suggested a time to pick up the car. They said one of their employees would come by with the car at 8:30. He'd take us back to the office to finish the paperwork and show us the whistles and bells on the car.

"What kinda car did Brad get us?" I asked when Dave had terminated the call.

Dave grinned broadly. "Mercedes SLK 320."

"Okay," I acknowledged, having no idea what model that was. "What's that?"

"That hot little convertible with a V-6 that Mercedes makes."

"Oh, very nice," I smiled. "But, can we fit in it. You know we can't sit in the Lexus SC 430. We're both too tall."

"I didn't think of that," he conceded. "Well, we'll just have to drive with the top down all the time. You know it'll be hot in the valley."

"True enough. What time do we have to be ready?"

"8:30."

"Lots of time to try to make you pregnant," I smiled rolling over on top of him. "Lots of time," I repeated, kissing him.

The next morning, we checked out of the hotel and waited for our car in the lobby. "Did you enjoy your stay with us?" our favorite, black desk clerk asked.

"Very much so. Can't you tell by the smiles on our faces?" Dave grinned.

"That probably wasn't a function of our hotel," he leered back.

"It could have been better, I suppose," I added to the conversation. "You could have welcomed us personally."

He blushed and looked down at his computer. "My boyfriend would have divorced me if he ever found out. And this face is an open book," he laughed. "I could never put one over on him."

"Better, then, that you were good," Dave agreed.

"How'd you enjoy the Street Fair?" the clerk asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Very much, indeed," I volunteered.

"We met some very good men," Dave added.

"I'm sure you did," the clerk deadpanned.

A new, red Mercedes convertible pulled into the breezeway between the parking structure and the lobby. "I think that's our ride," Dave said. "Thanks for the hospitality. If the boyfriend ever puts you on a longer leash, we're available." The desk clerk blushed again.

After signing the papers to rent the car on a one-way trip to Sacramento (dropping it off at the airport there for an additional surcharge), we headed to the Castro district. We parked a few feet away from The Patio Restaurant. As Dave got out to plug the meter, I walked down the hill to get us a table for breakfast. "SHIT!" I exploded. "Don't put any money in the meter, Dave. The fuckin' place is closed!"

"What happened?"

"Beats the shit out of me," I fumed disgustedly. "This was a great place. The food was great, service was very good, and the added light from a raised roof made it a terrific dining experience."

"I wonder why they closed, then?" Dave said.

"Who knows? It could be taxes, loss of lease, not blowing the landlord often enough. Well, FUCK!" I blustered again.

"There have to be other places on the street that do breakfast on a Monday morning," Dave suggested.

I sighed heavily. "Yeah, there are. A couple of them, up the hill toward Market Street. Let's get back in the car and find a place closer to park." Although we didn't find a place to park on the street, there were several slots available down a short alleyway on the right side, behind one of the buildings. Putting in enough change for an hour, we walked back to Castro Street and dashed across to the other side. "There are two restaurants: the Welcome Home and The Cove," I said. "I'm gonna suggest The Cove as it's lighter. That assumes we can get a table." I led the way.

The sign inside the doorway advised us to choose our own table. As there was one available in the window on the left side, we selected that one. A waiter arrived quickly, handing us menus, offering coffee. "I'd rather have a very large glass of cranberry juice," Dave said.

"Make that two," I added.

"Coming right up, gentlemen," he said, appraising us openly. While we waited for him to reappear, we engaged in blatant people watching. I checked out the patrons in the restaurant, while Dave ogled the men walking by on the street. A bright, sunny day put a smile on nearly everyone's face, inside and outside The Cove.

Our waiter returned with our juice and took our orders. More men arrived while we waited, sizing us up, smiling. One asked if we were new in town. Another wondered if we were in porno films. We assured both that we weren't.

A couple of cute "twinkies" sat at the table next to us, but they only had eyes for each other. We enjoyed the anonymity.

"Check out this guy, Mike: the one with the leather vest," Dave whispered. I glanced briefly outside, but caught only a glimpse of him.

"Cute?" I asked.

"He keeps walking back and forth, looking in the window at us. He looks familiar," Dave answered.

"I only saw his back and not much of that," I replied.

"Keep checking outside. He'll come back again, I'm sure." I watched for a few seconds, but was frequently distracted by another diner, sitting four tables away. "There he is," Dave whispered. I spun quickly and saw whom he meant. He was familiar. But, from whence did I know him? He smiled in at us and waved. We waved back. He came inside and grinned down at us. He stood about 6' tall, weighed about 180 or 190; his big, bronzed chest sported a nice blanket of hair over his rounded pecs, his muscular arms complimenting his bulging shoulders. The Levi's he wore were too small, but we enjoyed the view of his round, high butt and bulging crotch.

"I didn't think I'd see you again before you left town," he said. "Darren, from The Pendulum? We met briefly on Saturday evening?"

"Oh, yes, of course," Dave smiled. "I knew you were familiar, but with all the men we've seen this weekend, I couldn't recall where."

"Would you like to join us for breakfast?" I asked.

"Thanks, but I've already eaten. I was just waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up. We're driving down to Los Angeles to continue our vacation. I know you must have met him as well at The Pendulum," he added. We stared blankly at him. I've never been good with names, but I couldn't even resurrect a face to go with this good-looking man. Dave was as equally perplexed. "You'll know him when you see him."

"I'm sure we will," Dave said.

"We stayed in a bed and breakfast in the Castro this weekend, so Jerrod's getting the car and paying the bill. I told him I'd walk up Castro toward Market and check out the hunky men," he laughed. "Looks like I struck gold." He glanced through the window again, trying to spot his boyfriend's car.

"How about a coffee for the road, then?" Dave suggested. "Flag him down and tell him to park behind that building over there," he indicated, pointing to the same place our rented Mercedes was parked.

"Thanks. I'm sure we have enough time to do that!" he nearly shouted, bolting from our table and out the door. In a few seconds, he waved down a car, had a brief conversation with the driver, and came back inside. "Jerrod'll be right in," he said breathlessly. "I remember you are Dave and Mike, but I don't remember which is which," he apologized.

After getting him straightened out on the correct names, we waved down our server, and asked for two cups of coffee for our friends. By the time he brought them, Jerrod had entered. Darren made the introductions, then, sat next to Dave. Jerrod sat next to me. To say he was a mountain of hunky male flesh would be damning with faint praise. Jerrod had to be 6'8", 260 pounds, and as handsome as they make them. His high, round bubble butt couldn't be hidden in his long, fleece warm-up pants, nor could the large, swinging dickhead that pressed against the fabric. If I didn't have Dave, I'd have given Darren a contest for Jerrod's affections. For that matter, why hadn't we worked on this couple when we were in The Pendulum? Jamie must have had us too dazzled already by the time we met Darren and Jerrod.

"I'm sorry that we didn't connect on Saturday," Jerrod said, looking at me. "Did you hit the Street Fair Sunday?" I nodded. "Fuck! Didn't see ya there. I know I'd have remembered you. And your boyfriend," he quickly added.

"We got kinda busy, but surely, we'd never have missed you. We must have been on opposite sides of the street with the booths between us all day long," Dave suggested.

"Very likely," Jerrod smiled. "We've been to these Fairs for several years now, and we miss guys from home all the time who were here at the same time."

"You've been together for several years, then?" I asked.

"Yeah, going on nine years next month," Darren beamed. "I don't know how I got so lucky to keep this one around."

"You brought my ass out of the closet, that's how," Jerrod laughed. "Besides, you're damned good in bed!"

"Flattery will get you anything you want, Jer," Darren grinned.

"Where you guys from?" Dave asked. "Darren said you were heading to Los Angeles to continue your vacation."

"Yeah, we have the rest of two weeks to do Disneyland, Universal Studios, and the rest of it before we head home," Jerrod said. He went on at some length (during which time our breakfast arrived) about the other places they were hoping to see, before he said that he was from our hometown!

"I knew you were familiar when I saw you at The Pendulum," Darren said. But, I couldn't place you. I thought you might just be a familiar face from previous Street Fairs."

"Where do you know us from?" I asked.

"Well, if nothing else, television," Jerrod smiled. "You made quite a splash locally."

"How come we never see you out?" Dave pressed.

"We don't go out," Jerrod said. "I can't stand the smoky bars."

"Nor the attitude," Darren laughed.

"But, you're both in great shape. Why not at the gym, for instance?" Dave wondered.

"We do the Nautilus Gym downtown," Jerrod said. "Which one do you go to?"

"24-Hour Fitness in the Hollywood district," Dave volunteered.

"Well, there you are," Darren said. "Our paths just haven't crossed. How long have you been together?"

"Just over a year," I replied. "Dave's pretty new at the gay thing. I kinda brought him out of the closet like you did for Jerrod."

"Oh, TELL!" Darren nearly squealed. "I love to know how other guys did it, too."

Dave reprised his coming out story with all the salacious details. I had little to say, as Jerrod's big dick was obscenely tenting his warm-up pants, and distracting my attention from Dave's retelling. I slid my hand under the table and squeezed the monster dickhead. A big drop of precum stained the material. Jerrod's big meaty hand caressed my bulge as Dave completed the story. By the look on Dave's face, Darren was taking the measure of Dave's dick, too. When Dave finished, our breakfast had been consumed and Jerrod started relating his tale of how Darren had seduced him.

Before he began, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop that. And I have no place to change clothes. But, when we get back home, your ass is mine!"

"So is yours," I promised, releasing his throbbing dick and slipping a couple of fingers down his deep, muscular ass trench.

"I'll take that as a promise," he smiled. "Assuming, of course, you're big enough."

"Is nine enough?"

"Everything about you reminds me so much of Darren," he laughed. "That's just one more thing."

"What about your equipment to service me?" I smiled. "Big enough?"

"A foot of prime, ass-stretchin', black meat," he promised. "You wouldn't expect less from a man my size, would you?"

Our voices had risen to include Dave and Darren. "You seem to be negotiating some horizontal time," Darren smiled. "I hope it includes us as well."

"Oh, I think you can count on that," Dave answered for me. "We're always a set."

"Excellent!" Darren laughed. "So are we. Well, get on with your story, Dear," he prompted.

"It ain't pretty, but it's what happened," Jerrod began. "A little background to set the stage, I think. I'd finished my third year as a Pro, but in a game at the end of the playoff season, my knees were badly injured. The opposition got a clipping penalty, but my knees were fucked. I didn't know that at the time, but I knew they hurt like hell. A week before that, my girlfriend dumped me. I won't go into all the reasons, but I think the major one was that someone else was boning her. Can't say that I blame her too much. I was eating, breathing, and sleeping football almost nine months out of the year.

"So, after a short stay in the hospital to repair some of the damage, I was convalescing at home. I was feeling sorry for myself on a Friday or Saturday night. I don't recall which."

"Friday, Jer," Darren broke in. "I remember it well."

"Okay, Friday," Jerrod grinned. "I was mad at the world and didn't care whom I took it out on. I'd just been in to see the doctor who'd told me that my knees were so fucked up, I might not play football, again. You add all that up, and I was one unhappy boy. So, I went out, and got totally smashed, generally acting like an asshole at every turn."

"Tell them where you were when I found you," Darren grinned.

"I was getting to that. But, it ain't pretty, certainly not right after breakfast," he sighed. "So, there I was, no girlfriend, no career, fucked knees, feeling sorry for myself, and hurling my stomach contents into the gutter grates." We made a face. "Yeah, not pretty. So, I'm sitting on the curb, my head between my legs, thinking about upchucking again when this guy shows up, asks me if I'm gonna make it."

"He said, 'I'll live', then, threw up, again," Darren laughed. "What an introduction!"

"Lord, have mercy! I'd had WAY too much to drink. I'm a big guy and had never hit my limit like that before. This was approaching alcohol poisoning, and I knew it. So, this guy sits down on the curb next to me and puts his arm around my shoulders, telling me that I'll be all right. The fact that someone took an interest in me when I was so far down had a deep impact on me. I started crying."

"Gawd! Can't you just see it! This great big, black dude is sobbing at curbside, spilling his emotional guts to me, a perfect stranger. Of course, he punctuated his diatribe about his screwed up life with occasional returns to his new friend, the gutter grate," Darren laughed.

"It wasn't funny at the time," Jerrod said slightly peeved.

"At the time, it wasn't. I was genuinely concerned about you. The way you were going on and on about your fucked up life, I thought you might be considering suicide," Darren said.

"Well, I wasn't, but I might have without your interference."

"I'm glad I did interfere. You were in no shape to drive home."

"Yeah, that's when you offered to call me a cab or drive me home," Jerrod continued. "But, that's not exactly how he said it. 'Give me your keys or I'm calling you a cab to get you home. You sure as hell can't keep drinking,' he said to me. Well, I didn't want to leave my Mercedes downtown to get vandalized or towed away and I knew I was in no shape to drive. So, I checked this guy out. He looked like he was built, but I'm a lot bigger and a big, badass football player. I knew I could take care of this little white boy!"

"He was so drunk, he couldn't have subdued a boy scout," Darren laughed.

"So true! But, the alcohol was talking to me, not reason. So, I decided to let this guy drive me home. We got into the car and he asked for my wallet. I nearly decked him, but he immediately followed that up with the explanation that he needed to find my driver's license, so he'd know where to take me home."

"I could see instantly that I'd approached this the wrong way," Darren added. "This big guy didn't know me from anyone. I could have been about to roll him for his money, as drunk as he was. But, I had to get his attention with the need for his home address."

"You could have just asked for the address," Dave suggested.

"As drunk as he was?" Darren laughed. "I doubted if he even knew his own name."

"Well, I knew that," Jerrod defended. "But, I'd moved within the last year, so I might have given you the wrong address."

"Anyway, I drive him home and he's passed out in the passenger seat. I pull up to the house, shake him awake and ask him if this is his house. It's a great big place, overlooking the park. He looks out the window and nods, then, opens the door and falls out onto the lawn. I started to laugh."

"And all I could do was crawl," Jerrod intervened. "No way could I stand."

"So, I got out of the car, locked it, and helped him up the steps to the front door. I asked him if he had anyone living with him, and he started to cry, again. Through sobs, he told me again that his girlfriend had moved out on him only last week."

"Gawd! I was a mess!" Jerrod laughed. "And so grateful for this good Samaritan for helping me out. But, I was still a little cautious. I didn't know this guy at all, but he was being so good to me."

"I locate the house key on his key ring, and let us in," Darren said, adding narrative that Jerrod probably didn't remember. "I ask him where his bedroom is. He looks up and points up the stairs. I push, drag, and coax him up the steps to what I hope is his bedroom. It looks like the master suite with a huge bed in it. Concluding this must be the place, and weighed down with a stumbling drunk, I moved him to the bed and sat him down."

"I told him he was a kind man to take interest in a drunk," Jerrod smiled, patting Darren's hand.

"Well, I knew he was a drunk that night, but his Mercedes and big house on the park told me he wasn't a down-and-out drunk. He was feeling badly because his girlfriend dumped him. I told him again that everything would be better in the morning. That's when he started weeping, again."

"I'm usually a happy drunk, but everything had piled in on me at once. So, I was a crying drunk this time," Jerrod smiled winsomely.

"That's when he told me that his career was over because his knees were fucked. Of course, I didn't understand what he meant until he told me he was a football player. As I hadn't heard a last name, I didn't know who he was, let alone that he played for the local professional team. Besides, you hardly ever see those players with their helmets off and looking like real people," Darren explained. "About then, he bolted for the bathroom and tossed his cookies, again."

"Driving the porcelain bus! I can think of so many other things that are more fun." Jerrod laughed.

"Well, he finally got off his knees, feeling a little better. But, his shirt and pants were wrecked," Darren sighed. "I told him to take them off and I'd get them in the laundry while he showered. That would make him feel better, too. I cleaned up around the toilet with a towel that I tossed in with the soiled clothes, after he'd undressed and stepped into the shower. Jer took a good, long shower, trying to settle his stomach more than anything."

"I remember when I got out of the shower, I was unable to dry myself without hitting the wall anytime I moved my head or turned my body," Jerrod remembered. "My equilibrium was still shot."

"I heard him crash into the wall and ran in, expecting to see him on the floor," Darren resumed. "But, he was just leaning against it, trying valiantly to work the towel over his body."

"It was really kinda funny," Jerrod grinned. "I remember smiling at my own predicament, wondering how I'd ever get dry. Then, Darren says, 'Oh, for Pete's sake! Give me the damned towel. Just try to stand upright. If you can't, lean against the wall with your arms outstretched.'"

"And the more acreage I covered with that towel, the harder my dick got," Darren smiled evilly. "Rubbing the towel over his high, beautiful, brown ass, his wide chest, big pecs, and strong tree-like legs, not to mention his big nuts and dick had me hungry for sex. But, I just couldn't bring myself to take advantage of this poor drunk. I knew it would probably be my only shot at him. After all, the man had a girlfriend (even if it were past tense), so he had to be straight. And he was a football player! He had to be straight, I kept telling myself!

"But, I was good, much as I didn't want to be. What made it so much more difficult was that when I was drying his chest, I was rubbing the towel across his nipples and they got erect and his dick started to swell. When, I dried off his balls and dick, it got even bigger. I had to stop this before I embarrassed both of us. As it was, I was making an obscene tent in my athletic shorts with no jock. I held the towel in front of me while I maneuvered him to the bed. I pulled the bedclothes down and got him to sit on the edge. He looked up at me and said 'thank you' in the most sincere voice I've ever heard. He then hugged me tightly to him, my crotch pressing into his upper chest. If he hadn't been so drunk he'd have figured out that my hard dick was jerking against him. I swung his legs around and into the bed. He pulled me down to him and said 'thank you' again, giving me a big hug. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I let my head rest next to his in a big bear hug."

"He asked me, 'You gonna be all right?'" Jerrod broke in. "I told him I didn't know. I'd never been this drunk before. Then, he asked me if I wanted him to stay. I said, 'yes, here', like it was the most natural answer I could have had."

"So, I told him I'd lock up the house and set the alarm system, then, I'd be back. I turned off the overhead light and left the room in darkness," Darren said. "When I got back, the bedside lamp was on. I said, 'I'm gonna ask one more time to be sure you want me to sleep in your bed with you. Are you sure?' He gave me a shit-eatin' grin and said, 'Sure, why not?' And I said, 'Because I'm gay.'"

"And I finally said, 'Who the fuck cares? As long as you don't make any moves on me in my drunken stupor, we'll both be fine'," Jerrod finished. "I said, 'I need you to stay with me until I get beyond this. Now, get your ass into bed. I'm tired.' Darren pulled off his clothes, doing his best to hide his dick, but I could see that he had a nice big one, but I didn't know (and was too drunk to care), if it was because of me or because he was queer. I said, 'You got a good body, Gay Boy. Pretty damned nice for a civilian.' He just muttered something like 'thanks' and we went to sleep."

"So, we passed our first night together, in bed, and not a damned thing happened," Darren sighed.

"Well, that's sorta true. We did sleep and didn't do anything all night long. But, in the morning, I awakened without a trace of a hangover, but had to piss like a racehorse. I thought Darren was still sleeping, so I got up carefully and headed to the bathroom. Of course, I had a morning piss hard-on. But, I tried to cover it with my hands, just in case he was awake."

"Can you imagine not waking up when a huge guy like this gets out of your bed? Of course, I saw that monster dick. And I was instantly in love," Darren laughed.

"I came back to bed, thinking the extra rest would do me good, but my brain wasn't working too well, yet. I just walked over to the bed, exposed and naked as the day I was born. My dick was still better than half hard. I caught him staring at my dick, lust in his eyes. I said, 'You like it, Gay Boy?'"

" And I said, 'Gawd! Who wouldn't!'" Darren laughed.

"I crawled back into bed in a huff. 'My fuckin 'girlfriend, that's who,' I snarled. 'She's always bitchin' that it's too big.' And big as life, bold as brass, he says, 'Not for me.' 'Yeah, right,' I said.

"'You need a demonstration? You man enough?' I said," Darren smiled lasciviously.

"Yeah, he was bold and in my face," Jerrod laughed. "And challenging my manhood, too! So, I threw it right back at him. I said, 'You'll never get this big piece down your throat.' And he says, 'I wasn't thinking of down my throat.' Now, I'd had a couple of casual blowjobs in the bathrooms when I was in college and enjoyed them. So, this wasn't like my first time. 'Then, what?' I asked. 'How about if you fuck my ass?' the slut says," Jerrod smiled. "'You'll never get it all up there and I don't fuck butt.' I said. Then, he goes about convincing me that he'd be tighter and deeper than any woman I'd ever been with. Of course, I'd never been all the way in with any woman. So, I was intrigued, but fudge packing just wasn't my style. Ya know what I mean?" We nodded knowingly.

"My hand was slowly stroking his long, fat dick by then," Darren grinned. "I knew I had him hooked. I just had to reel him in. So, I tossed back the covers and started giving him a blowjob. He couldn't believe how good it was. I'm not that much better than most cocksuckers, but compared to just about any woman (or a quickie in a bathroom), I knew I could make him feel good and beg for more." Again, we nodded our understanding.

"But, I still wasn't sold on fucking ass. I didn't want a shitty dick," Jerrod defended. "But, he assured me that if it happened, we'd just stop and not go any farther."

"I had to take the risk," Darren interrupted. "But, I thought I was pretty safe. I kept telling him how much better and tighter I was gonna be and how much he needed to get off."

"I got up and went looking for the KY," Jerrod added. "I knew he couldn't take me unlubed. But, I nearly chickened out while I was out of the bedroom. But, my very hard dick talked me into it."

"And I went to the bathroom and emptied my bladder and, uh, took care of things. I wanted to make sure he had plenty of room for that big dick up my ass. I wanted that man badly and didn't want it interrupted by failure to be clean," Darren revealed.

"Too much information!" Jerrod laughed. "But, an ounce of prevention, etc."

"Anyway, I got him back into bed and started sucking on his dick to be sure it was really hard while I lubed up my ass, opening it with a couple of fingers while I was at it," Darren continued. "When that monster got really hard, I was beginning to wonder if I'd promised to take on more than I truthfully could deliver. But, after straddling him and sitting on it slowly, I could accommodate him."

"I'm sure my eyes rolled back into my head," Jerrod laughed. "I'd never buried my bone to the short-and-curlies before."

"I could feel it throbbing inside me," Darren returned to the narrative. "I didn't dare start milking him. He was way too close to climax and I wanted to enjoy more of the ride before I got his nut."

"Was I ever!" Jerrod agreed. "He just sat there, slowly grinding his ass into my hips, gyrating my dick inside him. When I looked up at him, his big dick was staring at me, the piss slit open and dripping precum. I reached out and touched it. It was so hard, and hot. I'd never touched another man's dick before. It was amazing to me that it felt so good."

"But, I brushed his hand away," Darren recalled. "All that dick meat up my ass had me right at the edge of a climax. I wanted to delay the inevitable as long as possible. I told him that I was too close and I wanted to cum when he did."

Jerrod laughed at the recollection. "I told him I was so fuckin' close that I could cum anytime, whether he wanted to or not. But, he wanted to hold off and give me a real ride. So, we cooled our jets a little bit. He stopped working my dick with his ass. However, it didn't last long. Pretty soon, he was wiggling that hot ass of his again, and my dick was throbbing hard, beggin' for release."

"I leaned forward as he hammered harder and harder at my ass with his hips," Darren added. "That gave him some really long thrusts that both of us loved. He'd never been so deep in any hot hole and he was lovin' it!"

"Damned right I was!" Jerrod smiled. "My nuts were boiling and I was gonna cum. I arched my back and fucked him so hard, I'm sure his teeth rattled. He was leaning over me and I looked up into his eyes. It was so natural to pull his face down to mine and kiss him. I didn't even think that what I was doing was kissing another MAN!" he laughed.

"Gawd! What a kisser!" Darren smiled back. "That alone could have made me squirt my load. But, his monster up my butt, plastering the insides of my butt chute with his dick gravy, sure made it better. He just kept fucking and kissing. I loved every thrust and warm shot of his cum into me. I ate his big dick with my ass muscles, giving him the best damned fuck he'd ever had."

"Yeah, I thought I was gonna pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all. I don't think I'd ever cum so hard and so long in all my life," Jerrod sighed. "And the best thing was that he insisted that I stay inside him while we continued to kiss. I guess he knew I really loved fucking his ass and would want to go for round 2. He was so right!"

"I was so taken by his kissing and that big dick up my ass that I never wanted it to end. It was a bonus that he fucked me and came, again," Darren sighed with fond memory.

"And it's been downhill ever since," Jerrod laughed.

"Yeah, I turned this big, butch top into a hungry bottom, eager to eat butt, and get fucked," Darren smiled mischievously.

"Oh, is that what we were doing this morning?" Jerrod smiled innocently.

"No, Dear," Darren smiled back. "You fucked my brains out, just the way I love it. The truth is," he said, turning his attention back to us, "we both love to top and bottom. It's never a battle. Whomever wants it, gets it."

"Of course, that can lead to swapping positions several times before we're both satisfied," Jerrod nodded, holding Darren's hand. "He's so good looking and so muscular that I want him to fuck me all the time. But, then, I see that pretty ass and I can't wait to strip his pants off and fuck him senseless."

"You sure you've been married for nine years?" Dave wondered with a smile. "You sound like newlyweds!"

"Yeah," I agreed. "You sound like Dave and me."

"Like, you'd tire of a foot-long hot dog and high, deep muscle ass, if it slept with you every night?" Darren laughed.

"Well, no," I answered. "I've got one sleeping with me now that comes awfully close to that description."

"It's pretty amazing how much we're alike, you and us," Jerrod remarked. "So many similarities."

I glanced at my watch. "We'd better get outta here. Our parking meter time is running out." I pulled our "business card" from my billfold along with a credit card to pay for breakfast. "When you get back from your vacation, call us. We'd love to get to know you better."

"Uh, not to be nosey, but, you guys do fool around? Right?" Jerrod asked.

"As a couple, yes," Dave answered.

"That's what I thought you'd said earlier. That's perfect! Because, we want both of you, as if that weren't obvious," Jerrod smiled.

"You both versatile, too?" Darren asked hopefully.

"Oh, yes," I confirmed. "And you need to meet some of our friends, too. Very friendly types, I'm sure you'd enjoy them."

Out on the street, Dave asked, "Uh, did you know Coaches Randy and Chuck when you played ball, Jerrod?"

"Not really. They came in after I retired. I've met them a couple of times at social functions, but we've not gotten to know them at all," he answered. "But, I've heard from one of the veterans whose still playing that they play on 'our' team," he added cryptically.

We smiled and nodded an acknowledgement of the unstated. "We can serve as a second source on that particular rumor," Dave whispered as we crossed the street and headed into the alleyway.

"Friendly, too?" Jerrod asked.

"Oh, yeah, VERY friendly," Dave confirmed.

Their Lincoln Navigator was parked next to us. "Damn!" Jerrod whispered, surveying our rental. "Sweet set of wheels! A great convertible hardtop like this makes me wish I weren't so damned tall."

"Don't wish that, Jer!" Darren protested. "I love you tall!"

"You love my tall dick!" Jerrod laughed.

"Well, yeah, that, too!"

"So, how's the Lincoln?" Dave asked.

"Lots of legroom and ceiling height for a tall guy like me," he responded. "Kind of a gas hog, but all these big SUV's are."

"This is a rental, right?" Jerrod wondered. "California plates."

"Yeah, just for the next few days. We're headed up to Sacramento to visit my brother, then, flying home," Dave answered.

"Whatcha driving there?" Jerrod pressed.

"I drive an older Beemer. Mike just got a new Lexus LS430."

"It's our car, Honey," I reminded him. "I recall you were trying to get it away from me every chance you get."

"Nice wheels," Darren said. "You guys gotta be loaded, too."

"Too?" I asked, picking up on the qualifier.

"Uh, yeah. We're comfortably well-off," Darren said. "Mostly, it's his big signing bonus and contract when he was a football player. He's invested it well and I'm a trust fund baby."

"Yeah, that qualifies for well-off," Dave admitted.

"So, how'd you guys get yours, if I'm not being impertinent in asking," Darren smiled engagingly.

They'd divulged their source of wealth, but we still couldn't tell them where ours came from. "Well, you see," Dave began. "We can't divulge that under the terms of the agreement that produced it."

"Ah, a big, fat settlement from a lawsuit," Jerrod guessed. "I've been taking some law classes, just to keep my mind working," he explained. "That's what people have to say when the basis for the lawsuit is one that one of the parties would be badly embarrassed by, or worse."

"We can neither confirm nor deny your conclusion," Dave smiled, then, winked.

"Thought so," Jerrod said.

"Call us, despite our mysterious, possibly nefarious source of income," I grinned. "You won't be disappointed." I kissed Jerrod first, cupping his high, hard ass cheeks with both hands. Darren got the same treatment, but with one hand pausing on his hairy, muscular chest. "I can see what you mean, Jerrod. This one has a hot body."

"And this one has a huge tool!" Dave gasped, feeling the thick tube rising, again, in Jerrod's warm-up pants.

"I plan on demonstrating how it works to both of you, when we get home," he grinned giving Dave a similar grope. "And you have the same in your pants, too."

"Well, not quite as big, but close," Dave admitted.

"I've never been fucked by a guy as well hung as you, Dave," he smiled. "I look forward to 'turning the other cheek,' so to speak."

While they were feeling each other up, Darren and I had been exploring each other's furry chests and growing bulges in our Levi's. This was going to be a fun reunion when they got home, we concluded.

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