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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 84--Finally Home

With his SUV parked in the next to the last space at the far end of the small lot, Jerrod opened the door of the Navigator and slipped into the driver's leather seat. His hard dick poled obscenely in his soft sweats. He gripped his tenting 12" dick and moaned pleasurably. "Darren, you gotta help me out. I can't drive with this thing so hard."

Darren moved quickly to assuage Jerrod's "problem." He pulled down Jerrod's warm-up pants (with assistance from his lover) and went down on the big fuck-stick. Jerrod moaned again. "Yeah, that's it, Baby! You know what I like."

His lover pulled off and smiled. "I know what you like, and it's right here," he leered, quickly opening the button-fly front of his Levi's. His thick 9" dick sprang out. "Hand me the lube on the passenger side floor. You're gonna get fucked!" As Jerrod leaned back over the console to retrieve the lube, Darren went back to orally servicing the foot-long ass stretcher. I was pleased to see that Darren couldn't deep-throat a monster dick, either, even after nine years. "Lift your legs, Jer," Darren whispered. "Gotta get the playground wet," he added, taking the lube from his lover.

I checked the alley-like entrance to the parking lot for traffic. We were still alone. Jerrod lifted his long legs, pulling his knees into his chest, presenting Darren with a familiar target. "Mike, come around the other side of the car and sit on my face," Jerrod instructed. I raced around the big SUV, again checking for traffic. A pickup with a canopy was parked on the other side of the Navigator, blocking most of the view. The darkened windows of both vehicles provided additional obfuscation. I knelt sideways in the passenger seat, pulled down my walking shorts, and squatted over Jerrod's face. The moan escaping from his lips as he looked and licked at my ass could probably be heard in the street.

With Darren munching on Jerrod's asshole, Dave found Jerrod's long, black dick unattended. Straddling Darren's kneeling body, he leaned in and sucked down several thick inches of Jerrod's leaking dick. The way Jerrod was moaning and breathing hotly into my ass, I knew he had to be rapidly approaching his climax. Darren knew the signs, too. Pushing Dave aside, he slipped two lubed fingers into Jerrod's wet asshole. His heavy 9" dick followed quickly. "Get in the back seat, Dave," Darren said, "right behind the driver's seat. I'll tilt the back of it down." Darren pushed a button on the side of the seat that powered the seat back to a reclined position. Dave straddled it and leaned in, helping with the foot-long obelisk. Jerrod's dick was so long that Darren could easily fuck him and suck him off at the same time.

Snorting and licking at my asshole, Jerrod was in sex-pig heaven. Two men were working on his long dick and one of them was fucking his hungry ass. I was sitting on his face and turning him on even more. His long tongue was doing too good a job on my ass. The noise everyone was making was getting to me, too. I moved back farther and shoved my dick between his lips; the precum-slickened head slid effortlessly down his throat. Jerrod gargled and crooned around my pistoning dick, enjoying every stroke.

But, Darren was hogging the big phallus, leaving Dave with little to do, besides lick at the shaft. Seeing that my butt was free, he pulled off his shorts, swung a leg over to the foot well of the front seat, leaving his right foot in the foot well of the back seat on the driver's side. He raised my ass up to lick at my wet hole, still leaving the tip of my throbber between Jerrod's lips.

A few seconds later, Dave positioned himself and pushed his leaking 11" monster slowly up my ass. I warned him to take it slowly. I was too close to cumming. Dave tried to heed my concern, but it was too late, given the inescapable fact that Jerrod was sucking me expertly. His hands pulled my ass cheeks farther apart to give Dave a deeper hole to fuck and to force my dick farther into Jerrod's mouth.

Suddenly, with a mighty roar, Jerrod came. I'd missed all the clues, but Darren hadn't. Darren sucked hard at the big dick spraying his mouth cavity with delicious, creamy man juice. His dick pounded the yielding, eager ass. The harder Darren sucked and fucked, the harder Jerrod came, and the harder Jerrod sucked on me.

It was no contest. I couldn't hold back. The wet, sucking noise that Darren made as he swallowed Jerrod's big climax load, combined with the expert fucking I was getting from Dave, and full the lip-lock demonstrated by Jerrod, made me helpless. With a weak whimper, I poured my dick gravy into Jerrod's sucking mouth, gripping automatically at the thrusting, black monster up my ass. Darren had wet a finger and found Dave's prostate. That was the final trigger, rushing Dave over his climax edge and spraying my guts with his copious load of ball honey. Somewhere in the middle of all that, Darren had creamed the inside of Jerrod's fuck channel as he'd sucked off his lover.

As we untangled and resumed normal breathing, Jerrod smiled at me and said, "I don't know about you, Mike. But, Darren's spermy babies are already active. I think we should go back to the restaurant and fix that little problem." He reached into the glove box and handed Dave and Darren pretreated towelettes. "You'll probably need these," he smirked.

A few minutes later, we exited the restaurant, grateful that they didn't give us a bad time about using their bathrooms (we weren't exactly NOT customers, as we had been in there only a few minutes before). Dave and Darren had double-parked in front of the Castro Theatre across the street, waiting for us. Giving Jerrod a hug and a kiss in the middle of the street, I leaned into the Lincoln SUV and gave the same treatment to Darren.

I jumped into the rented Mercedes and gave Dave a big kiss, too. "How could we have missed those two at home?" I smiled.

"They sure are a hot couple," Dave agreed. "Did you notice that Darren fucks Jerrod bareback?"

"I was a little too busy to notice what was going on behind me," I laughed. "But, it does sound like they do it the same way we do."

The day was warm enough that we drove with the top down all the way to Sacramento. In fact, it was damned hot by the time we got to Vacaville. We debated whether or not to put up the top and crank up the air conditioning, but decided hats and suntan lotion would be adequate. Being from the Northwest, we seldom had "convertible" weather, and we wanted to enjoy this, even if it were too hot. We just drove faster.

Using Dave's cell phone, I called Carol to let her know that we were going to hit the gym in downtown Sacramento before heading out to their place. Our ETA at their home would be about 1:00 p.m. She told me that the babies were looking forward to see us as much as their parents were. Of course, I don't think the baby boys remembered us, but it was a nice gesture. Duane had arranged to leave work at noon, as well as the next two days. It wasn't that often that he had his favorite brother and his lover visiting. Carol added that she'd have lunch ready for us when we arrived.

In downtown Sacramento, I pulled into the driveway and headed down the ramp into the parking garage that served the downtown 24-Hour Fitness gym. I parked the car, engaged the system to put the hardtop back on, and locked the car. Climbing two flights of stairs, we smiled at two men descending the stairs. They smiled back and checked us out as we passed them. "Nice," one of them murmured loudly enough to be heard.

"I think we worked out too early," his partner smirked.

Inside the gym, we decided that we smelled heavily of sex and needed a shower before our workout. Stripping in the new facility's men's locker room, we cruised a couple of hot men heading out to the workout floor. Another man came out of the shower room and a fourth one came out of the pool area. The one coming from the shower room didn't interest us at all, nor did we interest him. (Poor straight guy!) But, the smiling Latino carefully checked us out as he removed his swimming trunks and opened his locker. Each time I glanced over, his dick had grown. I nudged Dave and he smiled. He'd noticed, too.

We rummaged through our workout bags and snared towels. He passed us as he headed to the showers, but made sure we saw his erect dick. He stopped for a second to pick up a piece of paper, glancing between his legs to see if we were looking at his ass. We were.

He continued on into the shower room, depositing the wayward paper in a trash receptacle. Somewhat discretely, we followed, our semi-erect dicks leading the way. We hung our towels on the hooks at the far end of the room, where our Latino friend occupied a shower stall. I glanced his direction and saw him stroking his thick, dark dick and smiling. I smiled back and waved my growing dick in his direction. Dave walked over to the occupied shower stall and shoved his big dick into the Latino's brown hand. The guy went to his knees and sucked Dave into his mouth quickly. Dave pulled away after a few seconds. This was far too public. Someone could have walked in at any moment without notice, warning, or noise.

Dave took the shower next to the disappointed man while I took the shower across the aisle. The Latino man stroked his dick slowly, picking up speed as he watched me jack my hardening dick. Dave turned off his shower and moved across the aisle to the shower next to me. The view was better from there (although, I thought I looked pretty good, too!). Dave turned and smiled. I could see through the frosted glass separating us that Dave was stroking as enticingly as I was.

The guy's beautiful, seductive eyes flashed back and forth between us, his hand racing faster and faster over his thick dick. We increased our speed, too. With a quiet moan, he shot his load half way across the aisle, splattering it on the floor loudly. We weren't ready to cum, yet, but he did try to entice us with his bent over, spread ass. He even pushed two fingers up his butthole to get us to shoot our loads, but we weren't ready to shoot. And just as well. Another man arrived to take the shower stall next to our shooting Latino friend.

Grabbing our towels, we hid our hard dicks long enough for them to cool, and dried off. The dark Latino smiled and asked us if we'd like some fun at his place later. We begged off, explaining that we needed to workout and head out to a relative's place for lunch. We didn't have much time.

He wanted to know if we'd be out later in the evening and how long we'd be in town. But, we hadn't planned that far ahead, so we begged off, again. He suggested that we might try a couple of the local gay bars where he'd be the next two evenings, but we made no promises.

As this was Monday, we started our "back" routines. There was no aerobics class scheduled, so Dave used the elliptical walker next to me to get his 45 minutes of cardiac workout. Several handsome men dashed into the gym for a noon-hour workout, but carefully scanned the exercisers for potential prey. Uniformly, we got smiles and nods. We were cruising them as heavily as they were cruising us.

Finished with the aerobic part of our workout, we moved on to the equipment floor to work our back muscles. We traded off, using the same machines, to speed things up. Dave glanced at the digital clock on the wall frequently, making sure we wouldn't be awkwardly late for lunch. At 12:30, he called a halt to our exercising. "Time for showers," he said.

"And perhaps, more?" I smiled.

"Perhaps. It depends on the man or men, but we'll have to be quick."

"A tight, round, high ass, a big swingin' dick?" He smiled and nodded at my lascivious description.

Working our abs for a few minutes, we cooled down, stretched, and headed to the locker room. A handsome, black man stood undressing slowly in the alcove where our lockers were situated. He looked up and smiled at us as he pulled socks off his large feet. Unzipped slacks hung casually from his high, round ass. His big arms filled the sleeves of a dress-shirt. "Am I in your way?" he asked as we moved behind him to get to our lockers.

"No, you're fine. I'm just right next to you," Dave smiled back. The guy moved over a few feet and sat on the bench to get out of Dave's way and to pull off his slacks. He dallied, checking out Dave's progress surreptitiously. Dave opened his locker and stripped off his shoes and socks. Then, he pulled down his shorts and jockstrap in one quick motion. The bunched-up dick and nuts stretched toward the floor, no longer confined. An audible gasp escaped from our alcove-mate. The door to Dave's locker prevented him from seeing what the guy was doing, but I could clearly see him lick his lips as he stared at Dave's black snake.

Coming to his senses, the other guy finally pulled his slacks off and stood up, leaning toward the locker to hang up the dress slacks. His "tightie-whitie's" curved deliciously over his high, muscle ass, and stretched and throbbed in front at the sight of Dave's long, flaccid dick. Turning his back to the rest of the locker room, the stranger tugged down his shorts and smiled self-consciously. His half-hard dick sprang up and throbbed heavily. Dave saw the thickening dick and sat on the bench nonchalantly. He looked around the guy's hips and (seeing no one looking his direction) slurped the big head between his full lips and sucked.

With a sharp intake of breath, the guy trembled, then, sat, too. "Damn! You're bold! I'd have never done that, much as I wanted to," he whispered. He looked back over his shoulder, but no one seemed to have glanced in his direction. He reached over and slowly stroked Dave's thick, eleven inches of meat. "Nice piece," he added smiling. I had turned my back to the rest of the locker room, too. My dick was stiff as a brick, a long, thin thread of precum reached for the floor. "This hot man your boyfriend?" he asked, finally recognizing my existence. I knew he knew I was there and was gay, too, but his focus was so much on Dave's sensational body and dick that I had been demoted to background clutter.

Dave nodded. "This is Mike. I'm Dave," he said, holding out his hand in greeting.

"Markus," he said, introducing himself and shaking Dave's hand and mine. "You guys new to Sacramento?"

"No, just visiting my brother," Dave volunteered. "We're here for only a couple of days."

"Damn! I sure wish my lover were here. He'd love to meet you two. But, he works way out in the suburbs at Intel," he sighed.

"Geez," Dave said. "I hope I didn't make a huge mistake by sucking your dick without your lover knowing about it."

"No, that's okay. These things happen," he grinned. "It wasn't like you sucked me off. He's had similar things happen to him at the gym out there."

"That's very mature of both of you," I said.

"Yeah, as long as we don't go looking for it, or don't make a habit of it, we're okay," he agreed.

"So, how long have you been together?" Dave asked.

"Just six years," Markus said. "It's so good, it seems that it's been a lifetime. He's so good to me."

"What's he like?" Dave asked.

"The best way to describe him is to ask if you know who Rick Fox is, you know, the Lakers?" he wondered.

"You gotta be kidding!" I blurted out. "He's fuckin' gorgeous!"

"Same for Julio, same beautiful smile," he sighed happily. "Julio is more Latino or Puerto Rican looking, though. But, he has light skin tones. A fuckin' knockout! I don't know how I keep him. He could have anyone he wanted."

"You're very hot yourself," Dave complimented. "And you got a BIG, tasty dick," he added sotto voce. Markus smiled and blushed. "Well, you do!" Dave affirmed.

"What about you guys?" Markus asked, changing the subject slightly. "How long've you been together?"

"Just over a year," Dave answered. "Wanna take a shower with us and talk more privately?" he whispered with a leer.

Markus stood and grabbed a towel, shielding Dave from any onlookers. I'd already wrapped a towel around me, pinning my dick to my hip with the towel. Dave grabbed a towel and did the same.

In the shower room, Markus hung up his towel and bent over. We had hands on his ass in a flash. "HOT fuckin' ass!" I whispered. "And a big dick, too. Damn, Man! You got it all!" I pulled at his dick between his legs. It was fat, long, dripping precum and throbbing.

"I like to fuck and get fucked," he smiled up at me. "How about you?"

"With his big dick and beautiful butt, you think I wouldn't take advantage of both?" I laughed quietly, nodding in Dave's general direction.

"Same for him," Dave put in. "If you had this handsome guy in your bed, could you resist that thick-headed dick, beautiful daddy ass, or that perfectly furry chest?"

Markus stood up and surveyed both of us more intimately, pulling on our dicks casually. "Guys like you make me wanna fuck with every big dicked man on the planet," he sighed. "But, we aren't there in our relationship, so I have to be happy with the occasional grip and grope." His big 9" dick curved upwards in Dave's hand, a large drop of precum fell to the floor when Dave squeezed the head.

Approaching conversation from the dressing area cut short our "mutual admiration society" meeting. We had no further chance for tactile conversation, so we had to be satisfied with an exchange of addresses, phone numbers, and additional details about Julio. Markus' muscular body was about 5'11" and Julio's slender body stretched out to 6'3", the latter's big dick was nearly as long as Markus', he assured us, but was thicker, like Dave's, he'd smiled.

"We gotta get together later with you," he grinned as we departed. "Julio loves to top and bottom. But, first, I gotta get him over his pseudo-monogamy hang-ups."

"Better that you do, than one of you starts cheating on the other," Dave sermonized.

"Don't I know it!" Markus agreed. "I want both of you so bad! But, I gotta be good," he added patting Dave's ass as we left the gym. He walked down the stairway with us to our car. With a nearly chaste kiss for each of us, he left us standing next to the rental and headed to his own car parked in the next section of the subterranean garage.

"Been a frustrating morning, hasn't it?" Dave smiled as I drove the Mercedes toward Duane and Carol's.

"Yeah, that describes it alright. But, fun with Darren and Jerrod did take the edge off."

"For fuckin' sure! The only thing that could have made it better would have been to fuck both of them, too. Or somehow getting together with Markus and his apparently beautiful boyfriend," Dave added.

"Well, we'll get to them all later," I assured him, "assuming, of course, that Markus and Julio open up their relationship."

After lunch, we took the babies for a walk in the park (well, in a stroller), while Duane and Carol had a midday assignation. This was her fertile time and they thought their boys should have a sibling. Not that we thought there was any better chance of baby making (as nothing had really changed in their fertility), but we took the infants to the park, anyway. Carol and Duane had little time to themselves since these two bundles of energy arrived. But, the boys seemed to take to their uncles, again. They smiled at us, cooed and generally endeared themselves to us. Within 30 minutes, they were fast asleep in their stroller. I guess we weren't that entertaining.

When we got back to the house, Carol and Duane were fixing a late lunch for the babies. They were on some solid foods now, but they still enjoyed "eating at Mom's." After a change of diapers, Carol bundled them up and left for the well-baby clinic. They were growing so fast that the doctor had suggested an early visit, instead of waiting for the usual 6-month scheduled review (only a month early). "And it'll give you boys a chance to catch up on all the family gossip," she quipped.

"She doesn't seem to have any issues about us, does she?" Dave wondered. "I don't know how she can be so understanding."

"She knows I'm devoted to those babies and her, and you're safe," Duane observed. "She'd, no doubt, have a major problem if I were out, getting some on the side from perfect strangers."

"You aren't even tempted?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he replied. "Nearly everyday, I see some hot guy and wonder what he'd be like to fuck with. But, that's just idle lust, nothing that I'd act on; not as long as you come for frequent visits, anyway!" he laughed.

"How much time do we have?" I asked.

"Clinic visits are usually 30 minutes, because the doctor has two babies to deal with (plus driving time). So, that would give us at least an hour, probably more," he leered.

"Where we gonna do the deed?" Dave smiled back.

"Your bedroom," Duane averred. "The smell of sex doesn't need to be rubbed in her face."

"Whatcha have in mind?" I grinned, patting his ass and cupping his substantial crotch.

"You're both gonna fuck me to death, cumming as many times up my ass as you can. But, I gotta save my cream for Carol. This is baby weekend," he sighed. "She really wants another child."

Dave pushed him into the bedroom. "Then, get on your knees and get this wet," he ordered, pushing down his pants and jockeys. Dave's monster dick was swelling rapidly, a small drop of precum already shining at the piss slit. "We were frustrated at the gym by not getting off with some hot men. You get the spooge they should have."

Duane smiled up at Dave and swallowed as much of his brother's 11" butt probe as he could. I helped him off with his pants, guiding him to the bed with Dave's dick still stuck between his lips. As soon as his pants were off, his legs were in the air. "Lube, there!" he gasped, indicating the nightstand. Immediately returning to the big phallus, he moaned like a man finally given a gourmand's feast after weeks of bread and water.

I retrieved the lube and held it out to Dave. He took it in one hand, but didn't immediately use it. Duane's dick sucking had focused his attention elsewhere. Dave finally turned and 69'ed with his brother, face-fucking him slowly. I helped push Duane's legs up and spread. Diving into this hot ass, I licked and slurped at my married brother-in-law's hot asshole. Clearly, Dave would have first crack at Duane's tight hole, but I would get seconds. My dick throbbed hard as I thought about how much I would enjoy fucking in Dave's cum load that he would soon shoot up his brother's butt. Dave pulled away from the 69 and took my place for a moment.

"You'd better be fuckin' my ass bareback, Brother; you, too, Mike!" Duane insisted. "If I only get fucked every few months by the two hottest men I know, I'm gonna get fucked right!" Dave smiled and nodded. "Good. So, Mike, while he fucks me, you sit on my face. I know I'm gonna be loud and I don't need to have the neighbors wondering why I'm makin' so much noise with Carol gone."

And he did make a lot of noise. Taking Dave's monster after several months of no action was akin to squeezing a Hummer limousine into a garage built for a Volkswagen. But, they had patience, and lust. Mission accomplished in under a minute. Dave still took it slowly until Duane could more comfortably stretch open enough. Tight as Duane was, Dave had a very hard time not cumming rapidly. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the visual cues, but hearing Duane's moans and carrying on like he was, turned out to be too much for Dave. Within another minute, Dave was snarling out his frustration at cumming so fast, but managed to roar with pleasure at getting his nut off inside his younger brother.

We switched places, Dave squatting squarely over his brother's mouth and nose and my hard, dripping dick easily slipping up Duane's ass channel. As usual, Dave had poured out a big load when he'd shot his load. It's warmth and slickness felt wonderful against my hard, pistoning dick. I pulled Duane's legs farther apart and fucked slowly. Dave leaned over and started to suck on his brother's hard dick as I pumped faster into my brother-in-law's eager ass.

Duane pulled away long enough from eating Dave's ass to warn his brother away from touching his dick. "Carol needs those loads and nearly anything right now will get me off." Dave returned to sitting and grinding his ass into Duane's face, leaving his brother's waving, dripping dick alone. A few moments later, he was warning me, too. "Fuck me deeply, but don't pull out so far. That big dickhead of yours is hitting my prostate and making me want to cum," he explained between more wet laps at his brother's butt.

I enjoyed deep fucking Duane. His milking ass chute loved my thick hose nearly as much as it liked Dave's. Dave leaned into me and kissed me warmly, passionately. The harder he kissed me, the harder I fucked his brother. In under another minute, I was spraying my load deeply into Duane, adding my cream to Dave's copious, creamy load. The neighbors probably heard my loud exclamation of climax, so Duane's need to have us sit on his face to keep the noise down was an obvious ploy to eat butt. I thought it was a pretty lame excuse when he'd explained it.

After my climax retreated, I pulled out and Dave took my place, again. This time, Dave took much longer, taking it slowly, taking Duane to new heights of sexual pleasure before finally spraying a second load into his brother's hungry ass. I'd recovered enough to take Dave's place for my second turn. But, I'd forgotten Duane's admonition to deep fuck him. I long-dicked him instead. His moans of pleasure increased in tempo and timbre. Dave wiggled his beautiful, muscle ass into Duane's face, preventing any reminder of a warning. As my climax approached and my dick swelled in his ass, the big head swelled even larger. Duane's body stiffened and convulsed as his dick jerked hard. I knew the unmistakable signs. Duane was going to cum and nothing would stop it.

"He's cumming!" I shouted to Dave. I was too close to my own climax to even think about sucking off my brother-in-law. But, Dave was quick on the uptake, swooping down immediately and engulfing Duane's pulsating dick.

With Dave bent forward, Duane had space to shout. And he did! Like a caged lion, he roared with each squirt of his climax, thrusting his hips upwards and pushing down hard on Dave's head. Although Dave would rather have tasted Duane's load, the creamy ball honey was shot directly into his stomach. Duane's 9" dick was down Dave's throat, spewing baby sauce that Carol was supposed to get.

Duane's spasming ass echoed his climax jerks, milking my dick with renewed vigor. To hit my climax, that wouldn't have been necessary, but it still felt good to have an eager ass chew on my cum-spraying dick.

"Fuck!" Duane spat. "I was supposed to save it for Carol."

"Want me to lick her pussy and deposit it there?" Dave laughed, pulling away from Duane's shrinking dick. He swallowed the shots of cream that hadn't been directly squirted into his stomach. "Oops, too late!" he laughed heartily.

"Fucker!" Duane laughed, slapping Dave's hard ass. "You did that on purpose! Mike's big dickhead hit my prostate and you sucked me off. You got me hot with a couple of deep, heavy fucks and then got what you wanted," he accused us, but smiled.

"I wish I'd thought of it," I answered. "If I had, Dave wouldn't have been the one taking your load. I would!"

Duane glanced at the clock. "Unless you can fuck my ass and cum in ten minutes, we'd better get the fuck outta here and get showers. We smell like randy billy goats."

I knew I couldn't get off another load by then, so I got off the bed and showered. Dave and Duane went into the master bathroom to shower; but for long as they were in there, Dave had time to fuck him, again. They joined me in the living room about ten minutes after I'd finished. Their smiles answered any lingering questions I may have had.

"How about if we go out for dinner?" Dave suggested.

"Oh, bad idea," Duane countered. "Carol already has something in the oven. A roast of some sort, I think, from the smell of it. Perhaps, tomorrow night?" We nodded amiably at the suggestion. "So, how long do I have you?"

"We need to call Brad and see what's available and when," Dave answered.

"And I need to check on our investments to see if I need to make any changes. It is the beginning of a new quarter and I've been away for nearly a month now," I added. "Where's your computer, Duane?"

"Back in your bedroom," he said. "Didn't you see it?"

"All I saw was your hot ass!" I laughed. "I'll find it."

"No problem with using the phone while he's on the computer?" Dave wondered.

"None at all. Go for it," Duane answered.

I checked our investments, deciding to leave the bonds alone as they were making steady, if unspectacular returns. But, my stock investments looked like they were in a bubble. I moved the money from the Hospital Services Fund to the PHLX Semiconductor Fund. The investment site I was in said that the semiconductors were at a bottom and were headed up soon. How long that up trend would be was not certain, though. The economy could be headed for a double dip, so I'd need to monitor our investments more closely the next few months.

But, we'd done pretty well. Our initial investment of $15,000,000 in stocks was sitting at $23,588,424. Our tax-free bond funds had gone from $7,500,000 to $8,940,000. And that was after we'd taken out some modest sums for living expenses. The thing that worried me the most, though, was the tax liability. We'd have to sell some of our investments after the first of the year to pay capital gains. I'd been moving the money around, so it would all be taxed at short-term capital gains rates. That wouldn't be pretty.

I sighed. The future tax hit on our portfolio didn't make me happy, but there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it. At least, we'd made money. So many other investor's had lost their collective asses in the recent stock market tumble.

I told Dave about what I'd done and why (when we had a moment to ourselves). We were still bound by the terms of the agreement and shouldn't be broadcasting our portfolio balances to anyone, even family. He asked a few questions, wondering why I'd moved the money and how safe the PHLX fund was. I reminded him that there were no guarantees, but that we'd need to monitor the situation. We needed to be especially mindful of the general direction of the economy and investor confidence in that direction. I didn't want to make the same mistakes other investor's had made on the way down, hoping for a turn around that never happened.

When Carol arrived with the twins an hour later, she was fuming at the traffic and the babies were cranky. They wanted to be fed, NOW! Duane warmed their baby food while Carol put them in their high chairs. We tried our best to entertain them, but they weren't interested in us. They knew the unmistakable sounds of food preparation and wanted instant gratification. After a couple of spoonfuls of food, they were far happier and not nearly as fussy. With a round of burping and changes, it was playtime.

We made them smile and giggle with funny faces and noises. But, they grew tired and needed sleep. Carol put them down for the night about 7:30 (after a short snack at Mom's), although they'd want food or Mom early in the morning.

When Carol rejoined us, she asked, "How long can you stay with us?"

"Brad got us a flight out on Wednesday afternoon, so we'll be here for a couple of days," Dave said. "Can you put up with us that long?"

"No problem at all," Carol assured us.

"What can we do to take the burden off for a few hours in the next couple of days? You wanna hit a movie or play or just run away from home while we baby sit?" I offered. Duane and Carol looked at each other. Offers of this nature don't come often. Taking care of two energetic little boys was more than one person generally would tackle. However, with two men offering to spell them for a few hours, they couldn't pass it up.

"Yeah, sure!" Carol answered enthusiastically. "Uh, how about a movie tomorrow afternoon while they're taking their naps. When they wake up, they'll probably be wet and need a change, and then some food. I can show you what they like and should be getting in their diets, and how to prepare it." She was warming rapidly to the idea. "And Wednesday, we can do some shopping or something. Just time away is gonna be so great!"

"She's the boss," Duane laughed. "Whatever she wants to do, I'm for it. Thanks for the offer. You shouldn't have done it. You'll regret it for sure!"

"They're infants," Dave reminded them. "What kinda trouble can they get into?"

"Other than being squirming handfuls, not a lot, yet," Carol allowed. "But, within a few more months, they'll be into everything and you'd be crazy to offer, then."

"A fair warning," I laughed. "I'll keep my mouth shut in the future."

The next two days raced by. The boys were perfect. They awoke happy from their naps, gobbled down their food and loved being entertained by their two crazy uncles. I think they were as sad to see us go as Carol and Duane were. But, we'd been away from home for nearly a month and the call of our own home was undeniable. We hadn't even bothered to check out the gay scene at the clubs this time. The babies and Duane and Carol kept us busy the entire time.

Our plane left about 5:30 in the afternoon. Security was tight, but so few people were traveling that we had no problems getting to our gate in time. Brad had said that Kurt and Gene wanted to pick us up at the airport, so he'd gone ahead and told them of our planned arrival time. Checking the Internet, they followed our flight until we'd landed, before they left to pick us up. Even though the plane was only half full, our luggage took forever to arrive at the carousel.

As we waited, Kurt burst through the outside doors of the terminal and grabbed us both in a big bear hug. His big arms surrounded and pressed us into him. "Gawd! How I've missed both of you. I need a good fuck, not that Gene isn't the greatest!" he added hastily.

"So, where is Gene?" I asked when he stopped squeezing the breath out of me.

"He's driving around the terminal. He'll be back in about five minutes. That's about how long it takes to make the circuit," Kurt explained.

"How's school? How's the team doing?" Dave asked.

"Who cares?" Kurt laughed. "I want to hear all about your European friends and all about the Folsom Street Fair."

"When Gene's here, we'll spill the beans," I assured him.

"Okay, if you insist," he sighed. "How was the flight? Did you stop and see Duane and Carol and the twins?"

"Oh, yeah," Dave answered. "We couldn't be that close and not stop in to see our godsons."

"And the Folsom Street Fair?" Kurt smirked.

"Disgusting! You'd have hated it," I answered with as straight a face as I could muster.

"Liar!" Kurt laughed. "I've heard from other guys that it's a blast."

A buzzer sounded, and luggage started appearing through a hole in the wall and rode around a strangely shaped bell curve before disappearing through another hole. Within another minute, our luggage arrived. Kurt grabbed them away from us, then headed for the outside doors with us trailing along behind. "We aren't incapacitated, Kurt," I protested.

"I'm younger and stronger. Get over it," he laughed, standing at curbside, looking toward the approaching traffic. Within another minute, Gene pulled up in their nearly new SUV. Opening the rear hatch, Kurt tossed the suitcases inside as if they were full of feather boas. We crawled into the back seat, while Kurt joined Gene in the front. "Okay, Gene's here, spill it!" he commanded.

"Whatcha wanna hear first?" Dave asked.

"Start from the beginning of the trip and keep going until you run out of breath," Kurt insisted.

"You sure you have that much time?" I laughed.

"Sure we do," Gene joined in, wheeling us away from the airport. "We're having dinner at your house. We thought you'd like to come home to a home-cooked meal, sort through your mail, start the laundry, whatever you need to do, but with us doing all the cooking and clean-up."

"I wanted to have you over to dinner at our place, but Gene was right. You'd rather be home after you've been gone so long, than be at our place," Kurt added.

"So, what's for dinner?" Dave wondered.

"Pot roast and all the trimmings," Kurt volunteered. "The champagne's chilling and the roast is in the oven."

"So, how much time do we have to tell our tale?" I pressed.

"As long as it takes," Kurt laughed. "But, dinner is at least an hour away. We can get started on the bubbly before then, though."

For the next two hours, including dinner, we regaled them with tales of our trip, from the Mile High Club, through Max and Conrad, my cousin Günter, and the sad tale of Ziggy's loss and hopefully, his recovery. The most they wanted to hear about though was our Folsom Street Fair discoveries. As they finished cleaning up the dishes and joined us in the sunroom, Dave pulled out the DVD of our newest porno star acquaintances, showing off the cover to illuminate how hot we thought they were. While we were at it, they asked for more detailed descriptions of our other bed partners. We obliged, of course, using the boys from San Francisco as a referent. Gene was clearly intrigued by Conrad, being a big, blonde copy of his lover, Kurt.

Plowing through our accumulated mail, I put the bills in one pile for immediate attention, trash mail in a pile to go through the shredder, with other (perhaps interesting) mail and magazines in another. The last pile included a small package addressed to the two of us, from San Francisco. The return address didn't include a name. The package was hand-written. With all the shit that was going on with 9/11, I wasn't sure about opening it.

"That's a familiar address," Dave said. "Let me look in our collection of names and addresses we collected on our trip. I think we'll find a match." He plowed through a small mound of business cards, slips of paper, and notes from his suitcase. He's far more organized than I am, so we'd agreed early in the trip that he would be the keeper of important documents (men's addresses especially!). "Here it is," he smiled, double- checking the address on the package with the business card. "It's from Morgan! I wonder what he sent?"

"Probably another one of their porno films, with him prominently featured, no doubt," I grinned. "That'd suit me just fine!"

"So, OPEN IT!" Gene demanded, laughing. Kurt nodded his enthusiastic agreement.

Dave ripped open the brown paper wrapper and turned the DVD box over. There was nothing on the back of it, but on the front was a picture of two guys getting blowjobs. WE were the recipients! Dave flipped it over immediately. A rush of embarrassed red flooded over my face. Even Dave changed color.

"What's wrong?" Kurt wondered, worry etched into his young features.

"Uh, well, you see, there's more to San Francisco than we've told you," I began. "We didn't tell you all the details of how we met Morgan and his co-stars."

"And the crowd of admirers, digital cameras, and video cameras it attracted," Dave moaned, waving the new DVD box in one hand.

"Oh! Let's see it!" Gene laughed. "This'll be good!"

I looked over at Dave. I wasn't sure we should let the world see this (not even considering our very closest friends) before we did. However, rapidly sorting through the logic of that stupid idea, I quickly concluded that the world already had its hands on this "performance" of ours. I could see the same wheels turning in Dave's head.

"If the rest of the world has this, you might as well see it, too," he sighed.

Someone had been Johnny-on-the-spot. The vid started with our dicks being pulled from our shorts. The picture did jerk at times as the photographer got jostled. But, all of the lurid details were there, including a zoom shot of each of us spraying our loads. The entire production was about 10 minutes. From the angles of the camera, I had to assume that the raw video came from more than one source, and had been spliced together.

"Fuck! That is SO hot!" Kurt murmured at more than one point to the mostly silent room. The soundtrack on the vid had added some typical porno music and the real moans and murmurs of the crowd of men we'd attracted. Well, maybe the music wasn't so typical. It could have been background noise from any number of the booths at the Street Fair. Most of them were playing disco or other dance music as I recalled.

Gene had grabbed the DVD that Morgan had given us, and identified which of us fucked which of them. "Wasn't Jim there?" he asked.

"Yeah, he was tending the booth, while they were, uh, demonstrating some scenes from their vids," I muttered. The scene ended and other scenes of the Street Fair opened up. Their attention was diverted, so Dave turned off the television.

"But, these guys are supposed to be tops and you fucked both of them," Kurt protested, looking at the DVD box Gene had handed him. It was the commercial one we'd brought back with us.

"Screen persona doesn't always agree with the real thing, Kurt," Dave smiled. "Although it sure does in Jim's case. DAMN! What a hot bottom!"

"So, you've said," Gene smiled.

"Damn! Right there in front of everyone!" Kurt whispered in awe.

"Well, as you noticed, you never saw our faces," I smiled back. "At least, we're still safely anonymous."

"Perhaps," Dave allowed. "But, we haven't seen the rest of the vid."

"But, there's nothing to connect our faces to that scene, Dave," I rejoined.

"We'll see," he cautioned. "But, they could include some pictures of us later on showing all of us. Our bodies and those decadent shorts are pretty distinctive. How many black and white couples will there be at the Fair?"

"Oy!" I moaned.

"Yeah, OY!" he repeated, grinning. "I can't stand the suspense. Let's see what else is on the vid." We went through the rest of the DVD disc and breathed a sigh of relief at the end. We were only seen from the back, twice, talking to the porno stars in the booth, after they'd talked us into coming back to talk to Jim. I guess there were enough people there for us to get lost in the crowd for any follow-ups.

"Well, there will be some who have taken our pictures considering the number of times we posed for perfect strangers," I sighed. "And if they get their hands on this DVD, they'll quickly put it together."

"Hopefully, that won't be very many," Dave agreed.

"What are you worried about?" Kurt nearly exploded. "You don't have to work another day in your lives. You don't have a bosses to worry about who could fire your asses."

"But, we do have families, Kurt," Dave said.

"They know you're queer," he defended heatedly.

"But, they don't know all the 'ins and outs', as it were," I butted in. "Not that there's much chance of them getting their hands on this, though. Knowing about our sexual preferences is one thing. Having it demonstrated to them on film is another."

"Oh, yeah," Kurt agreed with significant deflation in his voice. "But, what are the chances they'll see it."

"Very slim to none," Gene broke in. "This is not a major production company that's distributing it," he added waving the box at us. A note fell from the box. It was from Morgan. Gene handed it to me. "It's addressed to you," he said, having glanced at the outside of the folded paper.

Morgan had written: "Hi, Guys! This little vid was made by several of your admirers (and ours) who recorded it on tape. As far as I know, it was only copied and sent to the guys who were at our booth and saw it all first hand and wanted a copy of it. I know you don't want to be in porno and I respect that. This could make you famous, though! Just kidding!!

"I look forward to seeing you again, soon. I'm going to arrange some time off for a visit. I'll send you some proposed dates via e-mail when I have them approved by my boss. Ciao!"

"Well, that's some relief," Dave said.

"I'd love to have a copy of it, too!" Kurt laughed. "How do we do that?"

"Shit!" Dave laughed. "You can get the real thing anytime you want."

"You aren't here all the time," he countered. "Running off to Europe or to Sacramento to see your brother, for instance."

"You have a boyfriend," I joined in. "You don't need us!"

"Gene's the best," Kurt agreed. "But, I still need my 'Daddy' fix once in a while. And some big, black meat, too!"

"Same goes for me," Gene concurred. "I really love you guys, almost as much as I do Kurt. He's very special to me, but I met you first and I'll always want to rekindle those good times with you."

"We aren't that special," Dave demurred.

"Fuck! You are!" Kurt insisted.

"Prove it!" I smirked.

Although it was Wednesday and this was supposed to be OUR day, Kurt and Gene had been so good to us, picking us up at the airport and fixing dinner. They were entitled to a "special" reward. It wouldn't break my heart to sit on that monster meat of Kurt's, either. However, I knew that with his "daddy" fixation, I'd be doing most of the fucking. Gene and Dave would sort out what they wanted to do, but knowing Gene like we do, I'd bet money that Dave's dick would be deep in Gene's ass before they went home.

Adjourning to the bedroom and our big, king-sized bed, we shed clothes and coupled up. Kurt and I started with a 69 butt munching before we got to dick sucking. His face was in my ass, sniffing and licking and sucking and moaning like he'd just discovered gold. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I was doing exactly the same thing. This young man's butt sure turned my crank! But, he surprised me when he rolled a condom on to HIS dick and flopped onto his back, his foot-long dick towering over his cobblestone abs. He smiled up at me and handed me the conveniently placed lube. "Gene and I have had a lot of fun from this position. I'd love to try it with you, Daddy," he grinned.

Generously applying the lube to his bagged phallus and my wet asshole, I straddled his hips and positioned myself carefully. Rising up on my knees, I leaned forward to accommodate his long monster. The big head pressed hard against my sphincter muscle, then slipped inside. It felt like I was sitting on Dave's dick, but with a little more thickness and eventually, another long inch of length. His big hands cupped my muscled buns, raising and lowering my body on his deeply plunging butt stretcher. Kurt's muscles bulged as he aided me fucking myself on his stiff dick. I milked and chewed on his manhood, paying particular attention to the big head each time he nearly exited his favorite daddy's ass.

From entry to climax, Kurt took less than a minute. He was too excited to hold back. Watching him thrash beneath me brought flashing images of Jerrod's big, black dick, pounding my hungry ass as I watched Kurt's handsome face contort into his irresistible climax. Impossibly, his monster dick swelled inside me and bucked hard, each climax wave sending shockwaves through my ass like I hadn't felt since, well, last night when Dave fucked me senseless.

After another minute of weakening thrusts into my ass, he opened his eyes and smiled. He pulled my face down to him and kissed me tenderly. "I've missed you, Daddy," he whispered.

"And I've missed your big dick and hot ass, Kurt," I replied.

"Then, let's not waste any time," he rejoined, pulling me off his very long, slowly shrinking dick. "My ass always needs a good Daddy fuck." He handed me the filled condom. "I know how much you love my boy-cum," he smiled.

He flipped himself over into doggie style position, presenting his big, muscle ass for exploration and fucking. I renewed my lingual acquaintance with his tight butthole, but as much as I enjoyed tonguing his asshole, my aching, rock hard, leaking dick needed to unload my tight balls' load of cream. I bagged my dick quickly and pushed forward. His ass swallowed me whole in record time. He was eager and practiced. Gene's 10" dick had made frequent forays into this prime ass, stretching and teaching it how to take big dick.

Tall as Kurt and Gene are, they didn't make us feel like small men. Their hunger for big dick and solid men had turned them into accomplished, submissive bottoms. Perhaps, submissive is overstating the case. They were aggressive bottoms, hardly submissive! They knew what they wanted and went after it.

As I lazily plowed Kurt's hungry, eager ass, I finally glanced over at Dave and Gene rutting next to us. As I'd assumed earlier, Gene's legs were draped over Dave's broad shoulders, greedily eating every inch of Dave's black 11" licorice stick with Gene's deep, well-used butt. He, too, was used to a monster dick servicing him frequently. Kurt's 12" of thick, randy teenage dick had made at least daily deposits deep in his butt. Gene loved Dave's thick, curved, black scimitar powerfucking his deep ass. His hands pulled on Dave's round, melon-like ass globes, urging Dave to fuck him harder and deeper. They kissed passionately, snorting like stallions breeding a favorite mare.

"That's so fuckin' hot!" Kurt cooed, watching them as my dick plowed his upturned ass. "I love watching Dave's big dick feed a hungry ass like Gene's." I gripped his hips and pounded hard into him. "But, Daddy fucks best!" he giggled, remembering his manners.

I leaned over his back and whispered in his ear, "And don't you forget it, Sonny!" I growled, grinding my 9" deep and hard into him (not that he felt it, after taking Gene's 10" on a regular basis). My hips undulated against his ass, long strokes punching hard against his milking ass muscles. "You trying to get me off, Kurt?" I moaned into his ear.

"I'm enjoying my daddy fuckin' my ass while my lover gets plowed by the nicest black dick I've ever seen," he groaned, but continued his unrelenting stroking of my pistoning butt probe. "Besides, I love feeling you flopping on my back as you cum in my ass!" he giggled.

He knew what he liked and I wasn't about to discourage him. So, I began watching Dave and Gene mate, too. From the noises they were making, Gene was getting close to his climax. Dave definitely was. His snorts as he sucked on Gene's hard dick and his rapidly thrusting hips deep into Gene's welcoming ass confirmed that. It was now only a question of which one would cum first.

Gene lost the battle of wills. In one action-filled second, his body stiffened, he croaked out a monosyllable of lust and rammed his dick deeper into Dave's sucking mouth. His butthole clamped down hard on to Dave's thrusting, dark weapon, threatening to bite it off. But, Dave was so hard, pumping furiously into Gene that his steely dick couldn't have been chewed off by a colony of gophers. Dave swallowed and snorted loudly, signaling his own climax. His muffled roar gargled around Gene's spewing 10" member, swallowing again.

Dave's climax asserted its dominance, forcing him to abandon Gene's surging dick for his own need to deeply sow seed into Gene's thirstily munching butthole and channel. He raced violently forward and ground his 11" of meat completely into Gene. Gene howled with lust, jacking his own dick and eating greedily of Dave's curved monster up his hungry ass.

I shuddered as Dave had lunged forward. Knowing I was beyond stopping, I plunged deeply into Kurt and flopped on his back as he'd predicted. Bolts of pleasure coursed through me as I pumped stream after creamy stream of cum into the protective condom. Kurt's bottoming skills kept getting better. The harder I came inside him, the more resolutely he milked my pounding dick.

He stretched out beneath me, dragging me down with him. His large hands gripped my clenching butt cheeks, forcing me to keep fucking. He relented stroking me with his milking channel, knowing that I became super-sensitive to anything touching my slowly wilting, cum-drooling dick after a climax as overwhelming as this one had been.

I rolled off him, exiting with my flooded condom. Kurt reached over and pulled the condom off, dumping the contents between his open lips. Smacking his appreciation for my bountiful crop of spermy cream, he leaned over and kissed my wet dick, then, licked up the stray drops of cum not captured by the condom. "I do love your cum, Mike," he whispered in my ear after kissing me on the lips and sharing my cream. "I only wish I got it all the time," he sighed.

I looked at his smiling, handsome face. "You get enough from Gene, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's good and it's frequent, but it isn't yours," he smiled back ruefully. "You'll always be my daddy."

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