All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 86--More Visitors
"He was certainly smitten by you," I said.
"Star power does that, even if it is a pretty select audience," Morgan replied.
"Who?" Dave asked.
"Didn't you see that little number at the airport that was talking to Morgan when I came over to the car asking you for paper and pen?" I answered.
Dave mused for a moment. "Kinda young, nice looking, good build, back pack?"
"That's the one," Morgan broke in. "And a hot ass. I got a feel of it when I patted his butt."
"He's local talent or in town for the weekend?" Dave pressed.
"Local. He was on my flight, but got on in LA," Morgan smiled, remembering the handsome man he'd dazzled outside of the baggage claim area.
"Sounds to me like you'll have to perform for him," Dave leered.
"I remember how to top a hot ass like his," Morgan defended. "But, I let him know that he could get a sample of my butt, too."
"How did that come up in polite conversation with a stranger?" Dave laughed.
"Well, I told him that I liked his ass, and he said the he loved mine," Morgan recounted. "I added that my public persona didn't necessary mesh with what I was really like. He liked that a lot. Then, he asked me straight-out if that meant he could get a shot at my ass. I told him that if he were a good boy, there was no limit to what he could get."
"Damn! That was bold of him," Dave observed.
"I'm used to it. But, this guy was so cute and butch at the same time. He's the kinda guy that I bottom for in a heartbeat!" Morgan sighed.
"It's a good thing, then, that they don't find one of those for your vids," I said. "Your public persona would be shot to shit for sure."
"They've done that to me already," Morgan replied. "But, I still fucked the hell outta him. But, after the cameras were off and we were alone, he banged my brains out for hours. We had a real thing goin' for a while, but it didn't last. He was on to the next big dick and tight ass in less than three weeks."
"Seems like an occupational hazard," Dave allowed.
"Don't I know it! No one in the industry seems to be relationship material. They're great sex, but that's not the meaning of life. And they're not gonna be pretty, or hunky, or able to get it up forever," Morgan sighed.
"So, what can you do about it?" I asked.
"Enjoy the money and the sex while I can, but not think of it as more than a hobby."
"So, you have to come all the way up here to find a husband?" Dave laughed.
"Well, I came up to see you two. But, if there's someone here that turns my head, I'm willing to relocate and give up all that sex-for-hire shit in San Francisco," he insisted. "Besides, there's really nothing holding me there. Like I told you before, I can be a cop just about anywhere."
We cleared the dishes, loaded the dishwasher, and adjourned to the sunroom. Sharing the Saturday newspaper, we hadn't been seated for more than a few minutes, when there was tentative knock on the back door. It opened and two, big, smiling men walked in. "You didn't think you could keep him to yourself all weekend, did you?" Gene asked grinning.
After introductions, Gene and Kurt wanted to hear all about Morgan's porno career, who he'd fucked, slept with, or been fucked by. Of course, they had to show him their newly remodeled home. That took the next two hours. I'm not sure they toured more than their bedroom.
"The good ones are always married," Morgan lamented when he returned.
"Not all the good ones, Morgan," I assured him. "There must be some you haven't met yet."
"Why not call that hot number from the airport?" Dave asked.
He dialed the number. There was no answer, but Morgan left a message, anyway. "This is Morgan Rice. If you have the time and inclination, give me a call," he purred into the phone. He added his cell phone number at the end of the call, suggesting that he was eager to get to know the airport mystery-man much better. Morgan reminded his potential, new friend that he would only be in town until Monday, so he wanted to make the most of his time here.
About two hours later, Morgan's cell phone chirped. "Yeah, Tom! I'm glad you called back. What kinda plans do you have for the day?" He listened for a moment, then, grinned broadly. "I like the way you think. You have some place in mind where we could meet?" He gave Tom our address, agreeing to dinner in another hour. "I look forward to seeing you, again, too, Tom," he smiled.
While Morgan was gone, we surfed the internet and responded to e-mail from England and Germany (among others). Cousin Günter talked about his family and the joy that we brought to all of them, especially him. He added news of Ziggy, saying that he seemed to be in better spirits and was friendlier to the patrons at the gay bar. However, he didn't know, nor had he heard, if Ziggy had shared his bed with anyone, yet. Ziggy sent a brief note, thanking us for being so kind and understanding about his emotionally fragile state. He, too, was silent about any "bed-warmers" he'd entertained. Conrad and Max suggested a couple of dates immediately after the New Year for a visit. As both dates were open for us, we left the choice to them.
Kurt and Gene invited us to dinner, although they were disappointed that Morgan wouldn't be joining us. We called Morgan's cell phone, leaving a message telling him where we were for the evening. He called back as we were clearing the table, letting us know that he'd not be back this evening, as he and Tom were "otherwise engaged." Even though Kurt and Gene had "entertained" Morgan earlier, they were eager to share their bed with us. Of course, they're impossible for us to resist; so we consented to a few hours of hard, penetrating, and satisfying sex with them.
Arriving home after midnight, we slept like stones.
Morgan arrived the next morning, looking well fucked, and decidedly disheveled. "I thought I was oversexed. Tom has me beat in spades! He was ready to cum every twenty minutes. There was no way I could keep up with him. I must have swallowed a gallon of his cum after he fucked my ass so raw that I couldn't get fucked anymore. And I thought I was doing well to cum every hour or so! DAMN!" he groaned, patting his beautifully muscled, round ass. "I need sleep and time to recover! He wants to fuck me again tonight!"
"Are you going to?" Dave wondered.
Morgan grinned and nodded. "I'd be a damned fool not to, even though I'm sore from all the fucking I got last night. He's a great bed partner."
"Did you do anything besides fuck?" I pursued.
"Yeah, we talked a lot, when we weren't fucking or sucking," Morgan insisted. "We had all night, after all."
"So, what more do you know about him?" Dave pressed.
"He's just out of college, a degree in something like European history."
"He wants to be a teacher or researcher?" I asked.
"Probably a researcher," Morgan replied. "He doesn't need the money. He's a trust fund baby."
"Oh, nice!" Dave smiled. "You gonna be kept?"
"We didn't get that far, and it's too early," Morgan bristled. "But, he's not very happy with me being a cop. He says it too dangerous."
"Well, if you pursue this relationship after one fun-filled night," I opined, "you'll have to come to some kind of agreement on that. I know having the man you love doing dangerous work can create tensions in a relationship which are very tough to overcome."
"This was only a first date," Morgan reminded us. "We have lots of time to sort out the important stuff, if it comes to that," he added tiredly.
I fed him a small brunch before we tucked him into the guest bedroom and closed the door. "Poor kid," Dave sighed. "It sounds like he's met more than his sexual match."
"Sounds a lot like Junior from Texas," I said. "I wonder how he and Ben are doing?"
"Probably fucking their brains out," Dave sighed. "That was sure a match made in heaven."
"Maybe after the newness of Morgan and Tom wears off, they'll establish a more reasonable 'mating' routine," I suggested. "I think Tom's having a rush over Morgan's celebrity status."
"More than likely," Dave agreed. "But, for Morgan's sake, I hope it develops into more than that. He's such a great guy and has so much to offer, besides his obvious physical attributes."
"That he does."
Late in the afternoon, Morgan accompanied us to the gym; but despite the many offers for hot sex, he saved himself for Tom. That evening, Morgan and Tom joined us for dinner, adding Gary and Robert to our invited guest list. Shortly after the light chocolate mousse torte was served, Morgan and Tom excused themselves and went upstairs. Their muffled rutting noises inspired Robert to "attack" Dave. They worked each other over with some noisy 69'ing while Gary and I quickly decided that his ass was going to get drilled by me. His beautiful eyes and hot, round ass tempted me beyond my ability to resist his advances. I checked briefly on Dave before devouring his delicious, chocolate dick. The harder I sucked on his dick, the tighter his nuts got until they disappeared into the root of his wide, 9" dick.
His ass looked so hungry that I nearly forgot the condom. But, he didn't. "Robert would skin me alive if I took you bareback, Mike," he whispered. "But, I know I'd be safe, because you and Dave fuck that way all the time with each other. I'd love to feel you shoot off inside me. I'll bet it's as good as Bobby's!"
"Dave doesn't complain when I flood his thirsty ass with my cream," I assured him. "But, you're still doing the right thing. I apologize for being so eager to get in your ass that I forgot the condom."
"No harm, no foul."
I leaned in and kissed him, my condomed dick sliding effortlessly into his hungry ass. "I won't be able to fill you like Robert does," I smiled down at him. "But, I promise that you'll enjoy the ride."
"If I didn't already have my wide receiver, I'd make a run for you, Mike. I got this think for big, muscled, white boys who like to fuck my tight ass."
"Can he do this?" I asked, then, sucked the tip of his dick between my lips as I pumped a few inches of my throbbing butt-stretcher up his eager ass.
"Oh, Yeah! Fuck! Feels so good, like I got two guys workin' on me!"
I released his precum-dripping dick and grinned down at him. "I don't want you to cum, yet. But, I'd love to suck you off as I came up your ass tunnel."
"Yeah, do it! I remember that your dick swells just before you cum. Hitting my joy button will make me cum with you," he crooned.
Dave and Robert were beyond dick sucking, graduating to butt munching. It was a contest to see which one would surrender to the lingual stimulation of the other. I didn't think Dave had a chance. I knew very well what an easy target his ass was once a guy had figured out that rimming Dave would turn him into a hungry, eager, begging bottom. Evidently, Robert had the same weakness.
"You gotta fuck me, Dave," Robert insisted in a needful voice. "I can't stand it any longer."
Dave grinned and looked over at me, winking. I could see by the look in his eyes that he could easily have been the surrendering party instead of Robert. Quickly rolling on a condom, Dave added lube, then, pushed Robert's knees forward, resting the big, football player's calves on his shoulders. Dave's blunt dickhead pressed urgently against Robert's grasping back door. Robert rested his large hands on Dave's muscled ass, then, pulled Dave forward, impaling himself on 11" of thick man-meat. With a whispered groan, Robert took it all. "Gawd! I need that big thing in my ass! That's one monster, fuckin' dick!"
"Tight football player ass! Yeah! Takin' it all!" Dave moaned. Leaving one hand pulling on Dave's ass, the other worked my lover's erect nipples.
It couldn't have been more than another minute when I heard Dave mutter, "Gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' CUM!"
"Yeah, pump it in me, Man!" Robert begged. "I'm gonna cum with ya!"
Dave slapped Robert's hand away from jerking off and replaced the needed friction with his mouth and lips, sucking hard as he short-dicked Robert. The additional stimulation on his prostate shot Robert over the edge into a body-torturing, sexual convulsion. His body stiffened, his dick rammed deeper into Dave's face, and his ass clamped down hard on the raging, blunt post pounding his butt.
"FUCK!" Robert repeated, in ever-increasing volume. A final roar stripped him of control. A monstrous climax wave raced through his body, causing him to buck and writhe, alternatively fucking and getting fucked.
His loud exclamation of pleasure surpassed Dave's muted one, muffled by the big 10" dick in his mouth, pumping heavy streams of thick cum directly into his stomach.
Much as I wanted to join their ecstasy, Gary and I had our own scene unfolding. Instead of wildly fucking like the animals Dave and Robert imitated, Gary and I were making love. We kissed passionately, Gary's hands on my muscled ass, urging me to fuck him slowly, but very deeply. The harder we kissed, the higher we soared. When my climax forced my dick to crash from those dizzying heights and squirt cum into his protected ass, he was with me. I felt his dick jerk between us, a warm bath of cream spreading upwards to our pecs as I shot more cum into him.
He held me tightly, pulling me hard into him, not allowing more than an inch of fucking room, wanting to feel me deep inside of him as I swelled and sprayed into the condom. We sucked air from each other's lung, then, replaced it with new air from each crashing climax surge.
Gary broke our kiss, smiling and gasping. "Best fuck I've had today," he grinned. "Even if Robert takes me home and fucks me again, I'll still remember this fuck for a long time."
"Reclamation?" I smiled back.
"Yeah! Never thought of it in that light, but I know he likes to make love to me after we've been with other men."
"So does Dave," I admitted. "And I love it when he does. I feel so reassured of his love, even when we've had hot sessions like the one we just had," I added, kissing him tenderly again. "Thanks, Neighbor!"
"You know we're always available for you and Dave."
Gary and Robert went home about midnight. As cum covered and sweaty as we were, a shower was necessary. We were chaste as two virgins as we rinsed, our exhaustion and sexual bliss dictating sleep, not more sex.
Dave did reclaim me, but not until early Monday morning. We set a leisurely pace, just the way we both love it. But, this morning, he needed to be reassured more than I did, so I was the top. Evidently, he saw the lovemaking that Gary and I were doing. He needed some of that for himself. His butt was rimmed and speared by my tongue until he lifted me up and guided my leaking, hard dick into his hungry butthole. Moaning with pleasure, he pulled me hard into his ass, insisting that I stay deep as we kissed.
"I need to be possessed," he whispered through a kiss. "Ride me face down," he smiled. I pulled out and he flipped over, stretching out on the bed, his broad, muscled back rippling when he clasped his hands over his head. "Lay on my back, smother me with your hard body and soft lips. Fuck me, Mike!"
How could I resist a request so simply stated? Of course, I couldn't! My ass rose and fell, impaling him on my thick horn leisurely. He met each downward thrust with his raised hips, seeking to get my dick as far up his eager butt as he could. We kissed and professed our love as I picked up the pace. Kicking into overdrive, I pounded his butt as he munched on my pistoning steel post with his talented ass muscles.
My climax hit me hard. I flopped on his back out of control as usual. I drooled onto his neck as each new jet of baby gravy rocketed up his thirsty hole. The harder I shot, the less control I had. The only thing that really worked was my ramming hips, trying to drive my warm sperm deeper with each heart beat.
I finally pulled out and flipped him over. His long, hard dick slapped wetly against his abs. Sucking several inches into my mouth, my head bobbed and my tongue licked hungrily at his precum-dripping piss slit. I slipped two, lubed fingers up his ass, teasing his prostate. He groaned loudly and shoved his dick deeper into my mouth. I sucked harder, finger fucking him in the same rhythm as my head bounced up and down. A few more seconds ticked by. Suddenly, he tensed and I tasted a weak dribble of cum, then, the torrent gushed and his body flexed helplessly. I swallowed his offering, working his prostate harder to get all I could of his surging nut sauce.
We tried to be quiet as we showered and dressed, but Morgan was already sitting in the sunroom, reading the morning newspaper.
"Where's Tom?" I asked.
"He had to get home," Morgan replied. "He had an early appointment with his trustee at the bank, and he needed to get dressed for it. He left about twenty minutes ago, about the time you hit the shower," he grinned. We looked at him, wondering if they'd been watching us fuck. "I hope you don't mind. Tom and I watched you make love this morning. I sucked him off while he peeked into your bedroom. I got a nice, big load from him. Thanks!"
"Yeah, I guess so," Dave sighed. "It ain't the first time we've been watched and inspired another couple of guys to get it on."
"Oh, I love a story. TELL!" Morgan begged. I recounted a couple of instances that I could remember, but didn't dare add details. We'd have delayed breakfast even more.
"Did he take care of you, too?" I smirked.
"Oh, yeah. I fucked the hell outta him before we'd showered upstairs. But, he's so fuckin' randy all the time that he needed to shoot another load before he left. I was about ready to walk him to his car when we hear you two carrying on."
"You don't actually think you'll get away without paying your hosts for your accommodations before you return to San Francisco, do you?" Dave leered.
"Breakfast can wait," he eagerly agreed. I sighed. Breakfast would be late.
By the time we'd all gotten off again, it was more likely brunch. And rather than fix it ourselves, Morgan insisted that we go out to breakfast, his treat. Of course, being the gracious hosts that we are, we agreed. Monday morning is usually quiet for the dining-out crowd. This one was no exception. The restaurant was only half full at ten in the morning. Dave ordered his favorite (French custard French toast with hazelnuts, blueberries, and bananas) and I had my old standby (pepper bacon eggs benedict). Morgan had an omelet that had light sour cream, chicken breast, broccoli, and water chestnuts in it. Someone had to be good!
When we arrived home, Tom was waiting for us. "How long have you been waiting?" Morgan wondered.
"Only ten minutes or so. I thought I'd take you to the airport," he offered.
"You mind?" Morgan asked us.
"Go right ahead," Dave smiled and I nodded.
Morgan dashed into the house, scooped up his travel bag, kissed us both, adding how happy he was to have met us and been our guest, then, raced to the curb into Tom's waiting arms. "I guess there's more here than a fling," Dave observed.
"They're in lust for sure. We'll see if there is more to this than a weekend," I cautioned. We waved from the porch as Tom sped away with his passenger in a Porsche.
"So, are we going to do anything productive today?" Dave asked.
"We already have," I reminded him.
"Oh?"
"We had a reclamation ceremony," I began. Dave smiled and blushed. He clearly recalled his shouts of joy as I came deep in his ass and he sprayed my throat with his sperm. "We put a smile on Morgan's face. Twice!" Dave laughed. "And his new husband swept him away in a fancy chariot."
"Okay, we've had a sexually fulfilling morning. But, what about the rest of the day?"
"Let's just let it happen. There aren't any pressing issues for us to address. The yard doesn't need us this time of year, either."
Of course, that made perfect sense. But, it didn't happen. We hadn't been more than settled in the sunroom to read the morning paper when the phone rang.
"We'd like to invite you to dinner at our house," said the voice. "Would Friday night be good for you, Mike?" I couldn't put a name on the voice, but I did recognize it. "You're trying to figure out who this is, aren't ya?" the voice laughed.
"Uh, I do recognize the voice, but I'm not putting a name or face with it," I cautiously replied.
"Well, think about furry tits, nice dick, black lover," the voice continued. That didn't help a lot. I knew a lot of guys that fit that description. He recognized that his clues weren't helping much. "Okay, how about this: parking lot, Lincoln Navigator, sitting on my lover's ugly face."
"Darren!" I shouted, laughing. "When did you get back from vacation? That gorgeous boyfriend of yours still with ya?"
"Yeah, I tried to lose him, but he kept finding me," Darren laughed. "I guess he likes my tight ass."
"And your big dick up his butt, as I recall," I added.
"Guilty. So, can you make it Friday night?"
"Let me check with Dave to be sure," I replied. I quickly related the invitation to Dave. He was all for it, hoping for some quality bedroom time with them, instead of the front seat of their monstrous SUV. "You're on!" I agreed. "What can we bring and what time?"
"Nothing. We got it handled. Drinks about six, dinner at seven? How's that sound?"
"Like you, we're not working, so that time works for us. You sure there isn't something we can bring?"
"You have a favorite wine?"
"Champagne freaks here."
"Oh, goodie! I love giggle water. Bring enough for all."
"How many is all?" I prodded.
"Just the four of us, but we know how to put it away," he warned.
"A case then?" I laughed.
"A case is too much, even for us. Say, a bottle each, spread out over the evening. That'll work."
"Directions?"
"I'll send you an e-mail with directions. It's easier to do it on a map than explain it," he said. "We're in the high rent district and the streets are hard to navigate, unless you know where you're going. Many of the streets are only a block long; then, pick up again a few blocks later. There's no direct route.
"Okay, see ya about six on Friday," I confirmed.
"See ya."
"What're we bringing?" Dave asked from the other room.
"Enough champagne for four winos," I laughed. "Darren suggested a bottle each for the evening."
"If that's all we're having, we should bring an extra, just in case. They're big guys like us and can probably put away quite a bit," Dave suggested. I nodded in agreement. We'd bring five and look like a couple of drunks staggering up to their front door.
We spent a couple of hours at the gym Monday afternoon. It was good to get back into our routine, again. Trevor joined us in the locker room after we'd finished working out to invite us to dinner at his place. "I was just about to call you. Donnie'll be cookin'!" he promised. We agreed, offering to bring something. Trevor said he'd check with his boyfriend to see if he needed anything. "We haven't seen you since you got back from Europe, so you'll have lots to tell us about," he urged.
"We'll bring a few pix," Dave smiled. Trevor groaned. "Not THAT many," he laughed. "And a special DVD that we got in San Francisco."
"Oh? What's on it? Guys fuckin' for sure!"
"Yeah. I think you'll enjoy it. I know Donnie will," Dave added.
"Okay. See ya about six o'clock?" Trevor said. "Let me call Donnie and make sure that's okay." We finished dressing and stopped at the front desk. "Make it 5:30 for the wine that you'll be bringing, and conversation." Subtle, I thought. "He's still a student and needs to get to bed at a reasonable hour."
"We'll be there," I assured him.
At home, I checked the wine fridge to see what we had. "How about this chardonnay for before dinner and the sauvignon blanc for dinner?" I asked Dave.
"Suits me. How about the champagne for Friday? We have enough?"
"Well, we have enough, but it's several different brands. Remember Jason asked us to try several of these singles," I said.
"Sure, let's do that. We'll get them to help us decide which ones we like."
"And we just happen to have five different types," I smiled up at him from my kneeling position. "I love the view from here, too," I giggled reaching up to his bulging crotch. "But, I prefer it this way," I grinned, pulling his pants down. "Like at the gym, NEKKID!"
"How about this?" he smiled over his shoulder, having turned around and bent over.
"Oh, yeah! One of my favorites," I agreed, pulling his tight ass cheeks apart and burying my face, then, tongue deeply between his round, hard ass globes. "You understand, of course, that if you keep doing that, you'll have to fuck me." I didn't offer a reply (unless you consider my continued laving of his asshole a reply). After another minute, he moaned, "Hold that thought!" He kicked off his pants and dashed into the bedroom, returning with lube. "I hope I'll be needing this," he grinned, placing the container of lube on the kitchen counter.
He spread his ass cheeks with his hands, allowing me deeper access and a chance to use my hands to pull on his thickening, lengthening dick. "If I didn't need to take care of my hard dick and full nuts, I'd eat your ass for hours," I sighed. I stood behind him and pressed my precum-laden dick against his open hole. Pushing gently, I entered him, the head of my fat dick disappearing. His tight ass clamped down and I felt my dickhead release more precum. Applying lube to several inches of shaft, I pushed farther into his warm tunnel. He tightened again and my dick jerked. I'm sure I fed him more precum.
"I love it when I can feel your dick swell and jerk inside me," Dave moaned. He turned slightly and smiled over his shoulders, his elbows on the counter top. I pulled out a few inches, but not so far that my dickhead reappeared. "You gonna make me cum against the front of the wine fridge?" I hadn't thought of it, but it was a good idea. I reached around him and felt his hard, throbbing 11" of manhood. Precum oozed onto my fingers. Already, he was close.
"Give me your hands," I ordered. He put his hands behind his back and I held them there as I slowly pumped his ass. Each time I hit his prostate, he moaned and pushed back against me. I heard a dull thud as I pressed into him again. I checked for the source of the sound and saw a slowly descending drip of smeared precum decorating the door of the wine fridge. Pushing harder into him, his dick smacked against the door again. I smiled. I wondered if I could short-dick him enough to make him cum before I shot off my boiling load.
"DAMN! You gotta fuck me, Mike! I need to cum! I'm so fuckin' close!" Using his hands as reins, I bucked forward into him, then, pulled back and sent several short jabs against his prostate before burying my thick prong up his ass again. "FUCK! Yeah! DO it!" he bellowed.
He tried to struggle free from my grasp to jerk off, but I held him firmly. I deliberately short-dicked his prostate, screwing him in time to his munching hole. He moaned loudly when I buried my dick all the way to the root. I had to do that or start cumming; and I wanted him to cum first or with me. Resuming torture on his prostate, I made the heavy head of my dick rub hard against his joy button, again. Dave chewed and munched on the invader, begging me to go faster, deeper, harder. He wanted to cum badly, NOW!
"DO IT! FUCK ME!" he begged. "Gonna CUM!" he announced. I hit his prostate hard with lightning thrusts, knowing there was no way I could avoid cumming, too. The faster I short-dicked him, the louder he moaned, writhing beneath me, thrusting against the glass surface of the wine fridge, then, back against my thick prostate teaser. "FUCK!" he roared.
My climax was peaking. I couldn't hold back, nor could I rub against his prostate any more. I had to plunge deeply and sow my seeds. "Oh, SHIT!" I grimaced, collapsing on his back, gripping his hands between my abs and his back. I thrust hard, then, again. I couldn't stop pounding his butt. The harder I rammed him, the harder my nuts kicked, and the more out of control I was. His ass milked me as he came, unable to do more than quiver under me, spraying the front of the wine fridge, dribbling his cream onto the floor.
I released his hands and grabbed his shoulders, pounding into his deep ass, thrusting mercilessly. My need to breed surpassed all other motor functions. His hands release, he flailed furiously at his nearly spent dick, jerking wildly and hurling cum onto everything within a three-foot radius.
Spent, I pulled out of his ass and started to giggle at the creamy ropes hanging from every conceivable surface in front of Dave. "You made me do it," he laughed. "You clean it up." I got down on my hands and knees and started to lick his cum from the wine fridge. My ass was in the air as Dave circled me. He grabbed the lube off the counter and applied some to his still formidable dick, then, pressed forward, entering me slowly. I backed on to his mighty phallus and continued to dine on his creamy remains. "Even after you've cum, you've got a great, hungry ass," Dave sighed. I didn't munch on it with my ass muscles (as I wanted to). I wanted him to stay inside me and slowly fuck me, leaking whatever might be left of his load into my thirsty ass.
But, even the best intentions can't overcome a wilting dick. As much as I wanted him to fuck me, he couldn't keep it stiff. With a sigh, he pulled out and patted my ass. "I wish I'd not shot on the wine fridge, now. You got such a pretty ass." He rose and headed to the bathroom. I pulled the Windex from under the sink and began cleaning up the remnants of Dave's creamy cum.
As I finished, he was dressing. "You sure I can't talk you into another round?" I smiled, waving my dick at him.
"You could talk me into anything," he smiled back. "But, I need a little more recovery time. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"You aren't old, Dave. You just had a lot of demands for your nut honey, lately. You've been a busy boy these last few days."
"And more to come this evening, if Donnie and Trevor have their way, I'd guess."
"You want me to call and cancel?"
"No, don't do that. I'll recover by this evening," he replied. "I'm fine, just a little bit wasted after what you just put me through," he added kissing me and rubbing his big hands over my ass.
"You're such a tease, rubbing my butt like that," I smiled into his eyes. "You know how easy I am to your touch."
"I know," he said with love in his eyes. "I just like seeing if I still got it."
"You got it, and you can have it anytime you want it," I assured him, holding his hands against my butt a little longer. He kissed me meaningfully, then, swatted my bare ass, telling me to hit the shower before we went to his brother's place for dinner.
Donnie had a pot roast in the oven when we arrived. "It'll be another hour before it's done, so let's open the wine and you can tell us all about Europe and San Francisco," he suggested.
Dave recounted most of our adventures, saving our DVD until after dinner. They, too, were concerned about Ziggy, but we assured them that he seemed to be doing better. Trevor especially was taken by Dave's descriptions of Conrad and Max. "Be sure to invite us over when they visit you after the first of the year," Trevor insisted. "I'd love to get to know both of them, too."
"I'm sure you would," Donnie laughed, punching Trevor on the shoulder. "But, you gotta include me."
"Always, my love."
"What about San Francisco?" Trevor pressed. "I know you had a good time there. I've been to that Street Fair before and I know how friendly it can be."
I told them about the men generally, and the three porno stars specifically. Of course, Dave had to tell them about the five-way we had at our hotel room. But, before he could graphically describe what went on, the timer sounded. Saved by the bell!
Donnie added fresh rolls, with raspberry jam from our yard, and a salad. The pot roast had cooked with onions, carrots, and potatoes. After finishing the bottle of sauvignon blanc, Trevor spooned fresh fruit (which had marinated in Grand Marnier) over French vanilla ice cream. We made pigs of ourselves on that.
Trevor cleared away the dishes while Donnie set up the DVD player with our "special" video. When he joined us, Dave set the stage. "Uh, this first one is an amateur video done by a couple of the guys at the Folsom Street Fair this year. It hasn't been distributed, but our new friends in San Francisco got a copy of it. As you'll see most of it is just street scenes with some pretty yummy guys. But, there are, uh, 'action sequences' that will get your attention. Go ahead, Donnie. Start it."
The DVD started without credits or introduction, just scene after scene of scantily clad, buff men. Trevor and Donnie ogled the men, wondering which ones were hung, which ones might like some fucking and sucking, even which ones might be tops or bottoms. When it got to the "action" about 10 minutes later, we fell silent, blushing. "Damn! That's some action. Out there in broad daylight. DAMN!" Trevor blurted out. "Why didn't they include this in a real video for sale? This is great stuff!"
"Yeah," Donnie agreed, glancing over at his brother. Dave looked stricken, embarrassed. Donnie glanced back at the television screen. Then, it dawned on him. He looked carefully, and started to smile. "Fuck ME!" he shouted. "That's you!" he laughed, pointing at the action.
"Really?" Trevor wondered. "You sure?"
"Look at their faces, here. Can you say, 'embarrassed'?" Donnie said. "Look at those bodies, those clothes, those DICKS!"
Trevor smiled. "You're right! How'd this happen?"
Dave haltingly told them about how it went from an innocent feel-up, to squirting on their faces and backs (just as he said it, we did it on the DVD).
"They're a couple of the best cock suckers I've ever had," I defended. "You'd have not lasted as long as we did. And those butts, DAMN!"
"You must have known you were being photographed," Donnie wondered aloud.
"We did, but our faces were protected by the awning, so we weren't concerned," Dave said. "But, we had no idea that several of the guys taking pictures would also put their videotapes together and make a movie of it. You can tell by how they were getting jostled that this isn't first quality stuff."
"No small wonder you were pursued by them back to your hotel," Trevor grinned. "They were clearly having a good time."
"Well, they didn't pursue us back to the hotel," Dave corrected. "Uh, we invited them." Donnie and Trevor laughed. "I guess that requires more of an explanation." They nodded. "Well, after we stuffed our dicks back in our pants and left through the back of the booth, they chased us down, begging us to be part of their studio of stallions. We, of course, declined. But, they said they'd be willing to settle for some quality time with us later in the evening after the booth closed. They had their hands down our pants again, so we had to agree."
"That's SUCH a flimsy excuse. I can see how hot they are. You couldn't turn them down!" Donnie laughed.
"Nor would you!" I insisted.
"DUH!" Trevor smiled. "You know how easy I am for a hot man. And Donnie wouldn't either. Not those two!"
"Well, there was a third, a super-bottom," Dave elaborated. "They're all in action on the other DVD we brought.
"Any more good stuff on this one?" Trevor asked.
"Just more crowd scenes and we're in a couple of the scenes with our backs to the camera, and a couple of our upper bodies and smiling faces. But, if you were at the booth, and you got a picture of us before or afterwards, you could figure it out," Dave sighed. "As far as I know, this one isn't being distributed by any studio."
"But, some guy could have a web page and your, uh, "performances" could be featured there," Donnie laughed. He was clearly enjoying our embarrassment. Unfortunately, he was also right. We could be on a website, anywhere. Hopefully, they wouldn't include pictures of our faces, too. But, the damage was done. There was no calling it back.
Dave tossed the commercial DVD package to Donnie. "The three studs on the front are the guys we fucked in our hotel room. Wanna see them in action with each other?"
Donnie and Trevor grinned agreement. Donnie loaded the DVD and sat back to watch. We'd seen it before, so I casually sat next to Donnie and Dave moved nearer to Trevor. Within minutes, we had their pants off, giving them blowjobs as the action unfolded on the screen.
I went slowly with Donnie, knowing what a hair trigger he had. But, upon reflection, I decided to suck him off. That young, black man had great recovery and would be ready to go in another ten minutes. Using more pressure with my tongue and sucking mouth, I had him writhing under me in seconds. The louder and more intense the action on the television, the more Donnie moaned.
Trevor was getting the same treatment from Dave. His thrusting hips propelled his thick 8" dick deep into Dave's throat. His heavily muscled chest rose and fell frantically. In a loud, long moan, he bucked upwards, holding Dave's head in a vice-like grip. His body jerked once and then collapsed, only his hips wiggling as cum jetted into Dave's sucking mouth. Dave swallowed and groaned with appreciation as he downed the heavy supply of delivered cream. He continued sucking, extracting every drop of cum that Trevor's big nuts had manufactured.
Donnie had more control, but only barely. His curved 11" dick slipped nicely down my throat as the action on the DVD increased. The "actors" were driving for a hard climax, face-fucking their partners. As one of them shouted out his impending orgasm, Donnie groaned, his body jerked and his dick swelled. I pulled back and tasted a thickly creamy jet of spooge, laving his sensitive dickhead with my tongue as he bucked into me, again. More cum squirted from his pistoning dick and I swallowed. I went down on him to the root of his spasming dick and swallowed, again. The additional stimulation caused him to cry out loudly. His body tensed, then, collapsed. He writhed uncontrollably as more cum spat from the inflated tip.
I nursed on the slowly deflating black snake, coaxing additional drops of delicious cum from Donnie's young nuts. If Trevor weren't enjoying this big dick in his ass so much, he'd be drinking Donnie's tasty cum for sure.
But, Dave had more sex in mind. The DVD was still playing, having advanced to the fucking scenes. He abandoned Trevor's limp dick and licked at the white man's heavy nut sack. He hummed each one into his mouth, bathing it in spit, and causing Trevor to raise his legs.
I saw where Dave was headed, and I copied his idea, belatedly. Donnie's long dick kept me sucking on it for much longer than Dave had worked on Trevor. Like Dave, Donnie's dick leaked heavy, creamy drops of sperm for several minutes after his climax. I couldn't let those escape my tongue. But, finally, I followed Dave's lead and began sucking on Donnie's sagging nuts. He slid down the sofa, pushing his ass forward and lifting his legs, holding them high with his hands.
By now, Dave had graduated to Trevor's hungry butthole, licking and sucking on the well-used pucker. Trevor's legs rested against his chest, but his hands were busy (pulling his muscular ass cheeks apart) making sure that Dave's tongue was firmly seated in his eager ass. He peered over Dave's shoulder watching the action on the television. As one particularly large dick disappeared up an "actor's" butt, Trevor groaned in sympathy. "Gotta get me some of that!" he moaned.
Trevor rolled off the sofa to the floor, dragging Dave with him. He faced the television action on all fours, waving his beautiful ass at Dave. "Let's see if we can cum with them," he smiled over his shoulder.
Dave snagged Trevor's bodybuilder shirt and slipped it under the trainer. "You'll need this when you cum again," Dave smiled back, resuming butt-eating Trevor.
Donnie bolted off the sofa and took up position next to his lover. "I want some of that, too," he smiled up at me.
"A reasonable request," I assured him. My hands pulled his tight, black buns apart and licked and tongued his young pucker. "I'm ridin' this ass until you cum, Donnie," I promised. Resuming my lingual stimulation of his ass, my fingers pried him open, inserting one finger, then, two. I found his small, tight prostate button and rubbed it feverishly.
"Oh, Fuck! Oh, YEAH!" he moaned. "Fuck that ASS!" I heard his thick, long dick slap against his abs as I massaged his prostate harder. Quickly rolling on a condom, I speared his eager ass, short-dicking him like my fingers had. "Oh, DAMN! Yeah, stretch me out!" I was only slightly thicker and an inch longer than Trevor, but it was enough to make Dave's younger brother beg for my dick.
I slid more shaft into him, but pulled back quickly to hit his prostate once more. "You like that?" I smiled and whispered into his ear. "Need more?" He backed into me, burying my dick to my pubes. "Yeah, I guess you do."
"Fuck, YEAH! Feels so good! Big fuckin' dick up my ass!" he moaned.
"Think you can last until they get off?" I asked nodding to the television.
"Depends totally on you. I'm not touching my dick and I'm so ready to shoot now, just by you fuckin' my hot ass," Donnie whispered huskily, backing again on to my dick and milking me. "How do you do that? You get me off, then, fuck me and I'm ready to cum again!"
"Blame your brother, Donnie. He's the best sex I've ever had," I sighed, enjoying the delicate massage his internal ass muscles were giving me. "And it probably helps that you have the visual stimulation of those hot guys on the tube." I jabbed deeply and jerked my dick, letting him feel how deep I was. His butthole munched on the root of my thick dick, restricting the blood flow and causing me to swell thicker. "You really like big ones, don't ya?" I grinned into his ear, nuzzling it.
"Without Dave and Trevor in the way, I'd take you on every day, several times a day!" he stated. "Getting fucked, by a big dick that knows how to fuck, is better than fucking," he added. I couldn't agree more, I thought. Dave's monster in my ass always made me wonder if I weren't a natural bottom, wanting to be continuously fucked by him. I glanced over at him. His muscular ass undulated slowly, thrusting lazily into Trevor, seemingly timing his fucking to that of one of the "actors" on the DVD. That ass! That's why I'm not a bottom all the time. If I weren't fucking Donnie right then, I'd be on Dave's ass like white on rice!
But, I did pick up a cue from Dave. Timing my thrusts into Donnie to coincide with the mating pace of the bigger hung guy on the television, I got Donnie to moan in unison with the guy's partner. However, I didn't go nearly as deeply most of the time. I wanted to keep his prostate sufficiently stimulated that I could force him to climax when I wanted him to.
On the other hand, Dave's dick was so big that Trevor's joy button was being constantly hit by Dave's thickness. He could drill as deeply as he liked, not only because Trevor could take it, but also because it would complete the fantasy fuck that Trevor was watching. Dave nuzzled his neck and played with Trevor's erect nipples, steering clear of the hot muscleman's throbbing, dripping dick.
The pace and volume of groans increased on the screen. I didn't dare match their change. I was too close to cumming. But, the sounds of sex before and next to me were encroaching on my good intentions. Donnie wasn't helping, either. He was backing on to my dick, hard, swallowing my length, hungrily. I copied Dave and pulled on Donnie's nipples, breathing hotly into one ear. "I'm gonna cum soon. I hope you're ready!" I warned.
"Pound my ass! Fuck me," Jim, the bottom on the DVD, shouted. His hands pulled urgently on Zack's ass (the top that we'd fucked in San Francisco), begging for more depth and speed.
"Yeah, like that! Fuck my ass, Mike!" Donnie urged.
It was too late not to comply with his request. My balls were boiling and my dick hammered his ass in long, deep strokes. I was losing control, but not so much that I didn't keep working his nipples as my dick started to jerk. But, that kind of control couldn't last. Before I could do anything about it, I was flopping on his back, pistoning quick jabs of pleasure into him, and flooding the protective condom. My dick spasmed and his ass muscles milked me continuously. The harder I fucked, the deeper I went and the more pleasure I experienced.
With some recovery, I returned to short-dicking him, but I couldn't rub my super- sensitive dick against his prostate for long. It was beginning to tickle! However, it had been long enough. He bucked back into me hard and howled. "FUCK!" he shouted in a groan. His ass clamped down hard on my languidly coupling dick, trapping me inside, cutting off my blood supply. Donnie fucked himself on my stiff prong, enjoying the pleasure that only a deeply felt climax can bring. I heard his spraying dick slap wetly against his abs as a heavy squirt blasted against the shirt on the floor beneath and in front of him, followed by three more equal gushes.
Of course, Dave and Trevor hadn't been idle, either. When Trevor loudly announced his second climax, I turned my head to watch. Dave was pounding the trainer's hungry ass, racing toward his own orgasm. He pulled on Trevor's hips, spearing Donnie's lover on his thick 11" meat missile and firing in rapid succession. I knew the jerking, grimaced countenance well. Dave was cumming hard and deep inside Trevor. Trevor was meeting each forward thrust of Dave's hips with his own groans and whimpers of pleasure, casting his own cream in a lazy circle beneath them.
Dave's growling climax reached a crescendo, punctuated by more grunts of well- fucked pleasure from Trevor. The shirt beneath them was nearly saturated with creamy dick sauce. Zack (on the DVD) had just pulled out and stripped off the condom, depositing viscous streams of sperm on Jim's back. "Yeah, HOT ass!" Dave and Zack said in unison. Donnie and Trevor burst out laughing. "No, I didn't plan it that way," Dave protested to no one in particular.
"It was still funny," Donnie grinned. "But, I get your condom, Bro!" he insisted snatching the flooded condom from Dave's hand.
"Hey! I worked for that!" his lover insisted.
"Sorry. He's my brother and I get it," Donnie asserted, draining the warm contents between his smacking lips.
"Only fair that I get Mike's, then," Trevor pouted good-naturedly, taking the condom I'd just stripped off and repeating his lover's maneuver.
"Watching hot porn and getting fucked is the best dessert for any dinner," Donnie smiled. "Seconds?"
"Changing partners, of course," Trevor smirked. "Mike's been needing to ride my ass for months!" I smiled. He was right. I'd been more than transparent about my desire to fuck him over the last two months I'd seen him at the gym. But, he'd not been able to get away from the front desk, so we'd flirted shamelessly, instead.
"No problem with me," Dave agreed. "My little brother needs some family DNA injected deep in his ass."
"If only!" Donnie laughed. "You lookin' to fuck me bareback, Bro?"
"Only if your boyfriend AND my boyfriend would allow it."
"Not fuckin' likely!" Trevor yelled, pulling Donnie closely to him. "This young lad gets my loads bareback in less than a month and he's not takin' anyone in that sweet hole besides me!"
"So possessive!" Dave laughed.
"You'd be the same way with Mike," Donnie allowed.
"For sure!" Dave agreed. "So, condoms and deep fuckin'. Right?"
We nodded. "More porno? The next segment is really hot. Morgan fucks the stuffing outta Jim," I pointed out.
We switched partners, ending the evening exhausted, but sated.
Incest IS best!
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