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BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 89--Christmas in Utah
As promised, Tony and John called shortly after Thanksgiving. After arranging a dinner date for the weekend after Thanksgiving, Dave drilled me with questions about John. It had been a few years since John and I had shared a bed, but I'd never forget his skills as a rimmer and bottom. I assured Dave that John would probably be even better now that he'd enjoyed several months in Tony's bulging, muscular arms.
But, Dave was still concerned about being able to satisfy a bottom as voracious as I'd described John Gabriel to be. "Stop fretting about it, Dave!" I laughed. "He'll be so in love with that big, black dick of yours, he'll squeal and beg for more at every opportunity."
"That's what concerns me," he wailed. "How can I possibly keep up with a bottom as hungry as his?"
"Tony and I'll be there to relieve you from the constant pressure to perform," I assured him. "Besides, John isn't that much of a shark. He's very happy with Tony, to hear him tell it. If anything, he may be the nervous one. Remember that Tony told me that we would be only the second couple they've ever fucked with. It'll be a gang-bang, John's favorite thing to do."
John and Tony did leave the house completely satisfied. The three of us (Tony, Dave and me) tag-teamed John until he'd shot off four times in less than two hours, and his butt was too sore to continue. Dave had to test John's famous rimming skills. But, you know what an eager bottom Dave becomes after he's had a good butt munching. Tony was only too happy to satisfy that "itch" for Dave, while I plowed John's ass (who had already been heavily fucked by his lover and by Dave). In one final act, Dave and I double-fucked John while Tony sat on John's face. They were in sex-pig heaven!
After they'd left, Dave's mind turned to the holidays and asked, "How long did you plan on spending with your parents and family?"
"Well, Christmas is on Tuesday this year, so I thought we'd get there Sunday night, shop around for a few items on Christmas Eve, spend Christmas day and another day or so there. Then, we'd jet off to Las Vegas to spend time with Uncle Clay," I replied. "What did you have in mind?"
"Nothing," he smiled. "I think your idea sounds just right, though. The more time we spend with Uncle Clay, the better."
"You feel like a fish outta water with my family, don't ya?"
"It isn't just your family, Mike. I feel the same way about mine. I don't feel like I can be myself, my NEW self, with family."
"Exceptions, of course, for Donnie and Duane," I smiled.
"Yeah, and your cousins Larry and Josh, and Uncle Clay and Linc," he added. "It's the parental units that make me uncomfortable. I always feel like they're judging us."
"Well, both families come from religious backgrounds," I sighed. "I'm sure they're doing their best to accept and understand us."
"You think it's all in my mind?"
"Oh, no! I feel exactly the same way," I agreed. "Maybe, though, we're both playing the same guilt tapes and the families truly are accepting of our relationship."
"They sure as hell don't seem to have issues with the black and white thing, but I'm not so sure about the queer thing," he smiled back at me. "I'm not thinking that's ever gonna change."
"Perhaps," I said. "You wanna shorten the trip to Utah? We haven't called Brad for the tickets, yet."
"You see your parents and family so seldom, I don't think that's a good idea," he backpedaled. "Maybe, we could spend some time with Preston while we're there, too?" he giggled.
"Oh, I like the way you think! Let's call him now and see what his plans are for the holidays," I offered.
Preston was celebrating Christmas with his family in Salt Lake City, but had no other plans. It was the holiday break, so he had no classes getting in the way, either. He insisted that we stay with him, "so you can fuck my brains out all day and all night," he'd laughed into the phone. "How many days can you stay with me?" I suggested the day after Christmas and a couple more, before we flew down to Las Vegas to see my uncle. "Only three days?" he whined. "I'll just be getting warmed up."
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked.
"Nothing," he sighed. "Just a couple of fuck-buddies and what I score at the gym. But, I'm not looking very hard. Jeremy's a tough act to follow." I didn't have the heart to tell him that Jeremy was heavily involved with someone else already.
"We'll call you from my parent's place on Christmas afternoon or evening and check in with you," I went on. "What time do you think you'll be back from your family's celebration?"
"Probably mid-afternoon," he replied. "So, leave a message if I'm not back, yet."
Immediately afterwards, Dave called Brad. "We need tickets to Salt Lake City, leaving on Sunday afternoon, the 23rd, flying on to Las Vegas on the 28th, and returning home on the 2nd of January, anytime. Can you do that for us?" Dave asked.
"If you don't care which airline, I can get you there, no problem. You're kinda late to be making Christmas reservations after Thanksgiving," he cautioned. "You wanna leave any of the dates open, in case I can get you better fares or you change your minds? It may cost you more to have open dates."
"Let me know how much more and we'll give ya an answer. Call us back, Brad. Thanks," Dave said, breaking the connection. "This isn't the first time we decided at the last minute," he sighed to no one in particular.
Less than five minutes later, Brad called back. "Your airline of choice (meaning free) has space for you on the dates and times that you wanted. Evidently, you rate high on their list of VIP's."
"Or no one's flying because of 9/11," Dave opined.
"Yeah, that, too. You need hotels or car rentals?"
"No, we're being taken care of at the other end," Dave said.
"I'll just bet you are," he laughed.
After hitting the gym (and "bonding"), and fixing and consuming dinner, we retired to the sunroom with a glass of after-dinner wine to watch some television. But, we were interrupted by a knock on the backdoor. I looked up and saw Kurt's smiling face, with Gene peeking over his tall shoulders. I motioned them in. Kurt plopped down on the sofa next to me. Gene leaned in and embraced Dave, kissing him chastely. "Whatcha been up to?" Kurt asked. "We haven't seen much of you lately (not that we've been home that much, either)?"
"Yeah, the coaches have sure been keeping us busy," Gene chortled.
"Don't skip a detail!" Dave encouraged. "Not one!" he added patting the sofa next to me for Gene's big frame to sit. I wasn't sure the sofa could handle a thousand pounds of male muscle, but it didn't protest.
"Oh, you already know how hungry for dick those two are," Gene laughed. "There's really nothing to tell that you don't already know about those two."
"Are they still adding players to their bedroom?" I wondered.
"Sure, but most of them are pairing off as much as the rest of our friends are. You know how gay men get when they first get together," Kurt smiled sweetly at me. "They fuck like bunnies day after day. I still remember how you and I did it, Mike."
"I remember you were kinda reluctant at first, Kurt," I reminded him.
"Just getting over gay jitters," he corrected. "I was young and very inexperienced, which you quickly solved."
"Only trying to be a gracious tour guide," I smiled back.
"Admirably accomplished," Gene grinned, giving Kurt a big kiss. "He sure learned well."
"A natural, I should think," I dodged.
"Sorta like me?" Dave winked.
"Yeah, I only had to bring you out of your shell," I agreed. "The rest, you did by yourself."
"With additional guidance and reassurance when I needed it," he added.
"Something we all needed when we were discovering our true sexual natures," I sighed. "I only wish I'd had a guide."
"Really?" Gene considered.
"Well, it wasn't that I lacked in sexual partners, but I didn't have anyone to share my feelings with, no one to ask questions of," I elaborated.
"We all could have done better with someone close to assist us," Kurt put in. "Even after Mike told me that we couldn't see each other sexually because of my, uh, 'tender age,' I still felt like I had so many questions to ask and no one to answer them. I couldn't bother Mike all the time with my stupid concerns."
"No stupid concerns or questions, Kurt," I lectured. "You should have asked them. We didn't live that far away from each other."
"But, it still felt like I was imposing on your time, being a tag-along younger brother," he defended weakly.
"I should have encouraged you more, considering that we all go through that phase," I agreed.
"Unless you have someone as a resident expert right where you live," Dave suggested. "I'm sure it would have been a much tougher transition for me, if Mike hadn't been right there when I needed him. You think of lots of those kinds of questions when you're in bed and all is quiet in the house. It's so nice to have the answer-man right there at your elbow."
"So, where have you guys been hanging out, besides your volunteering?" Gene pressed. "We've thought about inviting you to dinner several nights over the last couple of months on a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing, but you weren't here."
"Uh, besides volunteering, we've been out to dinner at another gay couple's house that we met recently. You'll have to give us more notice in the future or invite us more often, Gene," Dave smiled innocently.
"And you've been sharing their bed?" Kurt asked, eyes twinkling with interest.
"We may have," I smirked.
"Such a LIAR!" Kurt laughed. "You've been fuckin' them green, haven't you?"
"Perhaps," Dave cut in.
"And it's not like we've been ignoring you, either," I defended. "You've been here several Saturdays and Sundays for breakfast and lunch, as well as a few dinners. And the same at your place."
"Nor have you been cut off from sex with us," Dave added, getting to the crux of Kurt's pointed observation.
"So, when are we gonna meet these guys?" Gene asked. "You keeping them to yourselves?"
"No, we've not had many opportunities to bring it up to either you or them. When you're here, we think of you, not them, and vice versa," Dave said.
"So, invite them over for dinner some night when we're available. We promise not to molest them," Kurt offered. "Honest!" he added when I gave him a questioning, "oh, really?" look.
"Truthfully, I don't think you'll be able to keep your hands off them," I sighed. "One's a huge, black mountain of a former football player with the dick of death."
"And the other is too gorgeous, furry, and deliciously hunky to keep your hands off, too," Dave finished.
"Afraid we might take them away?" Gene leered.
"Well, the thought HAD crossed my mind," I answered with a straight face. "But, we haven't convinced them, yet, that they're in love with us. So, I'm not sure meeting you two sexual predators is a good idea. BUT," I admitted, "IF you PROMISE to be good, we'll discuss it with them!" I laughed.
"Who wouldn't be in love with the two of you? They've gotta be crazy not to!" Gene smiled back. "You have it all!"
"So, it seems, do they," I revealed. "They're retired on Jerrod's football signing bonus and playing years, before he was injured. Evidently, they never have to work again."
"Sounds familiar," Gene sighed. "I'm SO envious."
"Well, you've married well," I smiled, winking at Kurt. "This young man you're living with has a promising career as a basketball star, if that's the path he chooses. They don't pay those men outta petty cash."
"Why else would I stick with him? I'm an unabashed gold digger," Gene laughed loudly. "Oh, well, maybe because he has a big dick and a hot ass, but I can't see any other reason to stay with him."
"And I married you because you're a pretty face and body, and dumb as a stump. But, HOT in bed," Kurt rejoined.
"Well," I chortled. "I'm so glad we got that settled. I always knew you were both shallow; only looking for money or the promise of money and good sex. So, there's nothing more to it than that, right?"
"Yeah, I suppose there might be," Kurt smiled lovingly. "I love the way he eats my ass!" he giggled.
"Fucker!" Gene shouted. "I'll get you for that, when you least expect it."
"I hope that's a promise. I could use a good fuck!" Kurt toyed with him.
"Perhaps, you have issues you need to settle alone, without us interfering," Dave said, with a twinkle in his eye. "We'll just go to bed and you can sort this out yourselves."
"Oh, no you don't!" Kurt insisted. "We've been without the pleasure of your company in bed for nearly two weeks and we need a fix!"
"What he said!" Gene agreed, grabbing me about the waist and carrying me away like a sack of potatoes slung over his broad, right shoulder toward the bedroom. His hand was rubbing my ass as he toted me through the kitchen into the bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. "You want me to help you get undressed?" Gene smiled lustily.
"Oh, yeah, Big Man! Ravish me," I snickered. He advanced a step and crushed me in his big arms, pressing his soft lips to mine. I broke away after a short tongue duel. "But, what about Dave and Kurt?"
"Who?" He grinned impishly, pulled my shirt over my head, and buried his face in my neck. He left wet kisses all along my bare shoulders and neck. Working down my chest, he paused long enough to moisten and stiffen each nipple before continuing farther "south."
His hands worked furiously to release my belt and pants as his wet tongue neared my navel. He moaned loudly, sniffing and licking lower. My shorts tented obscenely at the ardor he showed. My briefs darkened with moisture from the flared head of my precum-leaking dick. His tongue quickly found the wet spot and sucked on it, extracting precum through the fabric, making my dick throb harder.
"You have the sweetest tasting precum I've ever encountered," he breathed into the distended cloth. His big hands rested on my hips, then, slowly, he slid my shorts to my knees. My hard dick sprang up and smacked him on the chin, skidding up across his right cheek, leaving a slug trail of the sweet nectar that he'd so recently praised.
His lips quickly closed over the flared head of my dick and sucked voraciously. He crushed the spongy tip against the roof of his mouth, extracting more dick juice. His hands cupped my muscled ass and pulled me forward. My dick slipped down his throat swiftly, easily. Upon reflection, I shouldn't have been surprised, given his many attempts on a dick far bigger than mine. Kurt's 12" monster made my 9" toy seem like a stroll in the park for Gene.
Munching his lips into my pubic hair, I pulled his face hard into my crotch, feeling his throat muscles milk me. I was going to cum, if I didn't stop instantly. Pushing him away, I laughed, "I'll cum now, if you don't stop this."
"Turn around then and I'll give you my Kurt Special."
"What's that?" I asked, but turned around, anyway.
"Just bend over and enjoy!"
And enjoy I did! His wet, long tongue targeted my winking pucker, slathering it with spit and drilling deeply. His strong hands pulled my pliable ass cheeks apart, inserting his broad face as deeply as he could go. One hand strayed to my hard, dripping dick. I slapped his hand away. My nuts were still boiling. Another few strokes and I'd have soaked the bed with my nut sauce.
"Damn! You have one FINE ass," he complimented. "Almost better than Kurt's, he crooned. Returning to his task, he rolled me slowly around, laving eagerly at my hole. Soon, he was on the bed on his back, my ass straddling his face. "Dave's been barebacking you recently, hasn't he?" he breathed.
"Yeah, how'd you know? We fucked at the gym just before dinner."
"I can taste cum," he relished. "That's the part I love about fuckin' Kurt now. The barebacking is so intense. It's so hot to feel skin against skin and the jolt of a hot load being shot up your ass."
I wiggled my ass more and sat harder on to his drilling tongue. "As much as Dave squirts up my ass, I'm not surprised."
"He's always had big loads when I've sucked him off, too," Gene agreed, mumbling. "I only wish I could fuck you bareback, so I could taste my cum up your ass, too. But, I know I can't, so I'll have to be satisfied with tasting Dave's cream like this, and reserve my loads for Kurt's hungry butt."
"I'm sure they'll both appreciate it more," I concluded, wiggling harder. "Meanwhile, get a condom and pound my butt. All this rimming has me obsessed to get fucked."
He reached into the nightstand and extracted the foil packet. Handing it to me, he said, "You roll it on. I'm busy." Returning to his eager butt munching, Gene's hands roamed freely over my butt and back. "Hurry!" he breathed. "I'm getting too close."
I'd not had the pleasure of sucking him off in a long time. Usually, Kurt and I hooked up and I pounded his ass. The few times that Gene and I did connect, a dick was buried in a welcoming butt, not a throat. Bending farther, I engulfed his throbbing 10" post and sucked hard.
"Hey!" he protested. "I'm supposed to be fucking you, remember?"
I remembered, but didn't care. If he were as close as he said he was to a big climax (and all the outward signs were there confirming his pronouncement), I wanted to suck him off. After all, Mike Claiborne is an unrepentant cum pig! Exerting additional tongue and lip pressure, I had Gene right where I wanted him: well beyond the point of being able to stop his flood of dick yogurt.
He bucked convulsively beneath me, jamming his face farther into my ass and his dick down my throat. Although his dick is only an inch shorter than Dave's and every bit as thick, I greedily deep-throated him. After his first spasm, I pulled off and sucked and tongued the sensitive head. Another flood of sperm flushed into my vacuuming maw. I swallowed and teased the head, hefting his big nuts as they pumped, again. More dick sauce blasted the length of his thick phallus and splattered against the back of my throat.
But, payback's a bitch. Gene had lifted me up, guided my hard dick to his mouth and returned the favor. Sucking a big dick off, tasting and swallowing a big load of ball honey always makes my dick want to fire off, too. This session was no exception. I tried not to suck him anymore, to delay my climax, to think of something else. But, all I could think of was his warm mouth sucking me off. As easily as I had manipulated him into firing off his load down my throat instead of deep in my ass, he'd turned the tables on me and done the same.
Giving in, I moaned around his firing, sperm cannon, "Fuck!" and came hard.
Being used to Kurt's monster, Gene easily pulled my wad spewing pole deep down his throat, massaging it nearly as well as I remembered his ass could. Unable to control myself as I climaxed, I fucked his face like an animal. Sprayed cum stayed in his mouth, his big muscles clamped on my ass, keeping me from pulling out all the way with each new thrust and squirt.
We nursed each other's wilting dicks carefully, not wanting to over-stimulate the other. When we finally, breathlessly, pulled apart, I heard the roar of a climax from the sunroom. Someone's butt was being heavily pumped from the slapping sound of hip against ass. "FUCK!" we heard repeated again and again.
"Sounds like Kurt's getting off," Gene whispered, giggling. "And knowing his love for Dave's monster dick, I'm guessing Dave fucked the cum right out of my boyfriend."
"He's very good at that," I confirmed. "I can't tell you the number of times that man has fucked me and made me cum with neither of us touching my dick."
"Yeah, feels awesome when that happens, doesn't it?" he agreed.
"Just like you do when you came in my mouth," I smiled. "What a LOAD!"
"We haven't fucked since yesterday, so both of us were ready to blast without much provocation."
"You planned this little raid yesterday, didn't you?" I suspected.
"We wanted to make it worth your while."
"That you always accomplish," I grinned back. "And who fucked with whom?"
"Also."
"I'm not complaining," I said, working one hand over his broad chest and the other hefting his sagging balls. "I'd fuck with you anytime you wanted it."
"We didn't fuck," Gene corrected.
"We can fix that," I purred. "You get it up and you can fuck me."
"That's a safe offer. You know it takes me a while to recharge," Gene protested.
"Okay, then, I'll fuck you!"
He laughed. "With Kurt and Dave just finishing up, I doubt that we'll get started before they'd be on us." As if on cue, the well-fucked duo appeared at the bedroom door.
"Have a good time?" Kurt asked.
"You know we did," Gene answered. "You've enjoyed Mike's skills before, a few time," he deadpanned.
"And who got fucked in the sunroom?" I wondered.
"ME!" Dave chortled. "Big dick like this," he indicated, pawing Kurt's nearly wilted phallus, "reminded me too much of Jerrod, other than the color, of course. Had to have it."
"Jerrod's gotta be a major stud in that case," Gene smiled up at Dave.
"At 6'8", he's more than major!" Dave affirmed. "You know about Rick Fox of the Lakers"? Our neighbors nodded. "Jerrod's even better looking and so sexy!"
"Stop praising him so high," I asserted. "We'll never get him back."
"We promised to be good, and we will," Kurt repeated. "Of course, if they come on to me, it wouldn't be gracious of me to turn them down."
"You SLUT!" I laughed. "I knew you couldn't be trusted."
"No surprise there," Gene smiled. "If he didn't do them, I would!"
"So, that's the thanks we get for pimping for you?" Dave smirked.
"You're not pimping for us. No money's changing hands," Gene insisted. "Besides, we haven't even met them. We may not be their type."
"Little danger of that," Dave grumbled under his breath.
They did meet Jerrod and Darren the following Friday night. Of course, they got along famously (including a roll in the hay in the domicile located behind us). But, luckily, they were there for less than an hour, before Jerrod and Darren returned. "Nice guys, great bodies, monster dicks, good in bed, but too young for us," Darren summarized. "We prefer rolling around the bed with you two more."
I was flabbergasted. Dave was speechless, too. "Uh, really?" he finally managed to stutter.
"Yeah, what did ya expect? We're easy for a fun time, but when it comes to close friends, we're very selective," Jerrod averred.
"Oh, sorry," I apologized. "They're such studs that I thought you'd, well, find them more appealing than a couple of old fossils like us, and drop us fast."
"Perhaps, other men will, but not us," Darren said. "We prefer older men, more our age. Kurt and Gene are pretty young, though I have to admit, sexual athletes."
"True. Kurt is only 18," I revealed. "He just started college last fall."
"And Gene can't be too much older," Darren pressed.
"Not by too much, no," Dave confirmed.
"Excellent bodies and huge dicks, but they're new to a relationship and the whole mindset that goes with that. You aren't," Jerrod considered. "You're so comfortable with each other and yourselves that it seems to us that you've known each other all your lives."
We laughed at his observation. "We've known each other less than two years, and have lived together about a year and a half," Dave smiled. "But, you're right. Mike's very comfortable to be with."
"And so are you, Dave," Darren pointed out, agreeing with his lover.
"Well, that's nice to hear, but are you sure you want to throw them over for us?" I asked.
"No contest," Darren asserted. "You're more than great sex. You're good people, easy to talk to about anything, we have much in common, and you're GREAT in bed. Besides, you like the same kind of semi-kinky sex that we do."
"Semi-kinky?" Dave laughed. "What's that mean?"
"It all depends on your perspective," Jerrod explained. "Some guys would consider rimming and cum swallowing as kinky."
"Then, THEY'RE the perverts!" Dave guffawed.
"Nonetheless," Jerrod continued, "partner swapping and using cum as lube is way over the edge for some gay men. It would curl their toes to know what we did."
"We'd better not tell them, then," Dave laughed. "But, I consider all that fun stuff to be so pedestrian, so ordinary."
"And some guys are into slings, fisting, and water sports. They consider that perfectly normal for them," Darren pointed out, then, laughed. "I can see by the curl of your lip that those particular activities don't interest you even a little. You see, you'd put them in the very kinky category; whereas, they wouldn't think it strange at all."
"Guilty," Dave agreed. "But, Kurt and Gene like rimming and cum swallowing, too."
"Yeah, but they just aren't you guys. Some of it may be that you're a black and white couple, too; but more likely, it's your life experience, our mutual interests, and so forth," Jerrod reiterated.
Changing the subject, I said, "What are your plans for Christmas?"
"We're flying to Florida to be with my parents for Christmas," Jerrod said.
"And mine in Phoenix for New Years," Darren volunteered. "We flipped it last year, and will probably continue doing that for a long time. What about you guys?"
"My parents in Utah for Christmas and my gay uncle in Las Vegas for New Years," I answered.
"What did you do for Thanksgiving?" Dave wondered.
"We have a big bash at our place for all our friends who live around here, but don't have family nearby; or would rather not be, or can't be, with them at Thanksgiving," Jerrod sighed heavily. "It breaks my heart that so many gay men and women are outcasts with their families and are specifically, hatefully UNinvited for something as family as Thanksgiving."
"You go to your parents, Dave?" Darren pried.
"Yeah, but that's Thanksgiving. We have to keep peace between the in-laws, so it's Thanksgiving here and Christmas there," Dave replied. "We were at the soup kitchen helping with security before Thanksgiving dinner, though. It's a family tradition."
"Now, there's a great idea, Jer," Darren smiled. "We generally don't eat until evening anyway, in case some have other plans or have to work. We should suggest that to everyone for next year."
"But do we dare leave the turkey in the oven unattended for that long?" Jerrod asked. "I'd hate to come home to a burned out house."
"Stop being a Nervous Nelly!" Darren laughed. "I'm sure it would never happen."
"They can certainly use all the help they can get," I put in. "The event is getting more popular each year."
"Well, let's talk about it again as the day approaches," Jerrod finally agreed.
"They can also use help at Christmas, but you'll be gone then," Dave remembered. "You might suggest that to your other friends who're trapped here for Christmas, too." They agreed to consider it.
The flight to Salt Lake City was uneventful. Even the security measures weren't as obnoxious as they'd been before. Perhaps, they were getting the hang of it. My parents picked us up at the airport, waiting at the curb because non-passengers weren't allowed beyond the security checkpoint. As we loaded the trunk with presents and suitcases, a large, black limousine pulled up beside Dad's car. The liveried driver smiled and tipped his hat to us. "Small world," the familiar voice grinned.
"Preston!" I shouted and hugged him hard. Dave followed suit.
"Picking up a fare?"
"Yeah, some Hollywood snobs have a skiing vacation at Park City. I'm supposed to pick them up here and deliver them there. Someone from the limousine company is inside the terminal with a sign, letting them know that their ride is waiting for them," he explained. "And I'm on Christmas break, so why not pick up a few extra coins."
My parents had kept a respectful, but curious distance. "Oh, Miss Manners would have a cardiac," I whispered to Preston. "Preston, these are my parents," began making introductions. "Preston's a cousin of ours Dad, remember? He was our limousine driver the last time we were here." He acknowledged Preston with a warm handshake.
"Oh, yes!" Mom beamed. "I do remember you. That was a great trip and a delicious meal. You're picking up someone here to take into town?"
"Some Hollywood bigwigs who need a ride up to Park City. It seems that money's no object for them," he smiled engagingly. "If you ever need a ride around town or up to the mountains, anytime of year, you keep me in mind, now." He patted her pink face fondly with one leather, driving glove. Mom actually blushed. Gay men do such a good job of flirting when they have NO intention of ever following through.
"It's cold out here," Dad grumbled. "Let's get home." Party pooper!
"See ya later, Preston," Dave smiled.
"You'd better still have my phone number," Preston whispered. "I desperately need a deep, frequent fuck from BOTH of you."
"We'll see what we can do, right after Christmas," I promised.
By the time we'd arrived at my parent's home, I'd explained again how we were related to Preston. That seemed to make them happy. I wasn't about to tell them how well we knew Preston. Greeting us at the front door was our old dog, Jason, a golden cocker spaniel (named after Jason and the Golden Fleece; only my sister had said Jason, with the golden fleas). He'd put on a few pounds after I'd left home, but Dad had slimmed him down, again, in the last couple of years, probably prolonging his life. The dog was all wiggles when he recognized me. He was more reluctant to greet Dave, not really remembering him, but deciding that if I thought Dave was okay, then, Jason was okay with that.
The year that I'd graduated from college, Jason was only a couple of years old. But, we'd bonded instantly from the time he was a puppy, enjoying our summers together. He was a loyal friend, but slower now. He probably had arthritis in his leg joints, so he didn't move as fast as he had many years ago. But, he was still glad to see me.
"Jason's been a good dog?" I asked my parents, but paying attention to the dog.
"He doesn't piddle on the rug anymore when he sees you, so I guess that's progress," Mom smiled. "He's always been excitable."
"But, he's not as young as he used to be. None of us are," Dad added. "He still misses you when you aren't here, Mike."
"Hard to believe his memories of me are that good," I sighed. "Such a good dog!" I laughed scratching his ears.
"He still likes to play fetch?"
"Oh, yeah, but after about three throws, he keeps the ball," Dad smiled. "He's tired." We all laughed at that. Smart dog!
"Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes," Mom announced. "You boys go unpack and join Dad in the living room. I'll call you when I'm ready."
"You sure you don't need any help?" Dave offered.
"Oh, heaven's no. You'd just get underfoot, like Michael does. But, thanks for the offer, anyway," she added, patting Dave's hand.
"Off to Siberia, then," I said, leading the way upstairs to my old bedroom. I always called it Siberia, because the heat vents never worked well in that room. Jason followed, of course.
"Where do your parents sleep?" Dave asked, bending down to pat Jason on the head. The dog rolled on to his back, presenting his tummy to be rubbed. Maybe that's where I learned that trick!
"Downstairs," I smiled, reading his mind and pulling him into my arms, "at the other end of the house. We can fuck like animals and they won't hear a thing. Unless Jason tattles on us," I added grinning broadly.
"Just how did you know what I had in mind?"
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't!"
He laughed and gripped me tightly. "I love you Michael Claiborne."
"And I love you, David Carey."
We shopped our brains out on Monday. Although we had specific things in mind for the family, we weren't very successful in finding them until late in the day. Of course, Dave's impossible to shop for. If he wants it, he gets it. That leaves me with damned little that he wants that I can get for him. I thought about buying him a new car, like the Lexus or Mercedes hardtop convertibles. But, we're both too tall to sit in them comfortably with the top up. So, that left me with little else. All I could think of was a couple of kitchen gadgets, a couple of pullover Polo shirts, and some new workout clothes.
At the last minute, I decided to buy a couple of house plan books. We'd discussed moving into a grander house, one that we could certainly afford now with our magnificent gains in the market. Although the discussions were very preliminary, we'd decided we needed a larger house for entertaining (which we both seemed to love doing). Both books contained upscale homes, the smallest of which was still more than 3,000 square feet of living space.
On Christmas morning, that was the present he loved the most. He spent the next hour going over the plans, one by one, selecting out the few that he liked the most. Trapping me in the family room with Jason, he asked my opinion about all the ones that he'd selected. I liked all of them. Dave had excellent taste. Jason had his favorites, too, being in my lap for most of the conversation.
The kids tore through their presents, but seemed to enjoy playing with the boxes and wrapping paper more than their new toys. Dave and I gave each of the kids $1,000 toward their college funds. "They're just kids," my mother smiled. "They aren't old enough to understand what this is all about. Let them enjoy the boxes and paper before we clean it all up. They can play with their toys when they get home."
With the help of my sisters, Mom had prepared a delicious brunch for the extended family. Before noon, I was as stuffed as I'd been at Thanksgiving. We pigged out on dinner at mid-afternoon. My siblings and their families left at 4:00, just as it was getting dark. The skies and the forecast threatened snow. I called Preston (at half-time in one of the football games) as Dave helped Mom clean up the kitchen. Dave, Dad, and I watched the last of the holiday football games while Mom fussed with something more in the kitchen. As the game ended, she joined us with a tray of snacks and punch.
We'd bought them a new DVD player and three movies that I thought they might enjoy. They loved all of them. We didn't get to bed before midnight. "You'll have to watch these movies again and page through all the special features included on the DVD's besides the movies," I instructed. "I know that the local video store rents DVD's and Costco sells them for a very good price." Dave had showed both of them how to operate the controls and well as start, pause, and resume a movie each. They seemed to be as pleased with this present as Dave was with his house plan books.
When we went to bed, all he wanted to talk about was the house plans. Jason curled up at the foot of the bed and instantly fell asleep. I think all the excitement of the day had tired him out. Dave finally asked about Preston and what arrangements I'd made. As I was telling him that Preston would pick us up tomorrow morning after breakfast at Denny's (my father's favorite place for breakfast out, but not mine), he undressed and lay on his stomach, atop the bedspread, rereading the house plans magazines. Dad had fixed the air vent. It was almost hot in the room, now. I went over to the vent and reduced the airflow, then, undressed, too.
"You gonna keep your nose buried in those books?" I asked softly as I kissed his round, brown ass cheeks.
"Maybe," he smiled over his shoulder. "You gonna bury your face in my ass?"
"Maybe," I smiled back, relishing the same idea that I'd already thought of.
"I might be talked into a modest distraction for a few HOURS," he smiled, grabbing the back of my head and shoving me face-first into his round butt. My hands pushed the brown melons apart. His hips rose, spreading his tight butt cheeks farther. "Yeah, like that," he moaned. My tongue darted out, again, laving his tight pucker. "Gawd, YES! You have only until tomorrow morning to quit doing that! Never stop!"
"I have to quit, then?" I snickered, pulling away for a moment to kiss the round mounds, again.
"Only long enough to fuck me," he purred.
"How can one man be so easy," I wondered in a whisper.
"Just being with you, Mike."
"Flatterer."
"Stop with the chatter and get back to business!" Dave ordered, moaning.
"Yes, Sir!"
For the next hour, we serviced and served each other. I worshiped his butt and he did likewise to me. We 69'ed, sucking dick and butthole, until our need to sow our millions of male seeds couldn't be denied. After dropping creamy loads of ball honey in each other's butts, we slept like stones.
In the morning, we repeated the previous night's performance, despite Jason's efforts to "help" out. However, I knew my parents would be expecting us up early to converse with them in the few hours remaining before our late breakfast at Denny's. It was so dark outside that I thought Dave had awakened me in the wee hours of the morning. But, a quick glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand showed that it was only seven. They shouldn't be too bent out of shape if we didn't join them before eight. We sprinted through our lovemaking in 30 minutes, instead of an hour.
Despite the reduced time, it seemed better than last night. Dave made love to me face to face, his big, black drill depositing another thick load of baby batter in my ass. His technique and timing couldn't have been better. He ravaged my prostate so well with his big-headed dick that I climaxed heavily as he sucked me off, pounding hard toward his finish line, deep in my butt. Cum drooled from his smiling lips as I felt his monster jerk and spray another ocean of dick yogurt into me.
"We didn't save much for Preston," I noted, sliding into the shower next to Dave.
"We always have more for a hot stud like Preston," he grinned. "For instance, I'll bet I could get you hard right now," he smirked. To prove his point, he knelt in front of me, munching my flaccid dick between his lips. His big hands delicately brushed over my fuzzy ass cheeks. I groaned at the pleasure vibes he was creating. He may have just sucked me off, but my dick responded instantly to his soft, hungry touch. "See?" he smiled triumphantly, standing before me, again.
"And I noticed you rose to the occasion, too," I added, squeezing a very thick, but not quite hard dick in my left hand. He pulled on my erect nipples, sending more shivers of pleasure through me. "Likewise, I'm sure," I breathed, copying his actions on his nipples.
"You keep this up and I'll have to fuck you again," he moaned lustily.
"I'm not stopping you," I replied, my eyes closed, enjoying his ministrations.
"Mike? Dave? Time we were leaving," Dad called from the base of the stairs.
"We'll be down in about ten minutes, Dad," I shouted back.
"Just as well," Dave smirked. "Your ass was about to get fucked again."
"Oh?" I grinned back at him. "I was just planning on some tongue drilling on that sweet ass of yours. I know what an easy target you are after a good rimming."
"Preston is in such trouble," he laughed.
"Couldn't happen to a nicer man," I agreed. "Well, except for you, of course."
The snowy streets had been plowed and salted. Dad's studded tires gave us traction on some of the more slippery neighborhood streets. In about five blocks, we were on a cleared, main thoroughfare. A long, black limousine was parked near the front door of the restaurant. "Park as close as you can to that big Lincoln, Dad," I directed. "I think that's our ride." He angled the car into a space directly behind the limousine. Preston strode out of the lobby of the restaurant, popping the truck lid of the Lincoln remotely. After transferring our bags, we ducked inside for breakfast as a heavy snow shower descended on us.
Preston regaled us with funny tales of chauffeuring the famous and not so famous. My parents were weeping with laughter before breakfast arrived. He switched gears while we ate, getting Mom and Dad to talk about themselves. By the time Dave paid the tab, Preston had them completely dazzled. At the car, Mom gave him a big hug. "Take care of my boys, Preston. They're very dear to me." He smiled and agreed readily, winking at me.
Dad was nearly as effusive as she was, urging him to drive safely and get us to the airport on time for our flight to Las Vegas. Turning to Dave, he said, "I've never seen Mike so happy. Keep up the good work, Dave." Dave grinned. I could see the wheels turning. But, he resisted the temptation to reveal how it was that he kept me so happy.
"Your parents are good people, Mike," Preston smiled as he wheeled the stretch limousine out into traffic. "I only wish mine were as accepting."
"Trouble with yours?" Dave asked.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed. "They haven't been able to come to grips with the fact that their second son is a fag."
"You tried talking to them?" I wondered aloud.
"I've tried, but they don't wanna hear it. That's information they're not ready for."
"You ever brought a boyfriend home?" Dave pressed.
"No, that'd be too 'in your face'," Preston revealed. "They somehow think it's all their fault and hope that I'll grow out of it."
"Denial isn't pretty," I commiserated.
"It's the whole churchy thing. They need to talk to someone about it in the Church, who isn't so close minded," he sighed again. "But, I don't think there's much hope for that or them."
"Well, they haven't toss you out on your ass," Dave suggested.
"No, they haven't," he smiled ruefully. "And they're cordial enough when we're together, but they just don't wanna know anything about my life and what I'm doing. Oh, they like the idea that I'm a college professor; but they aren't willing to go farther than that. The only time they ever suggested I should settle down and get married, I tried to talk to them about my life taking a different direction. They changed the conversation instantly, and never brought it up, again."
"How about your siblings?" I asked.
"I've only talked to Jed about it. He's my older brother. He was cool with it, and I know he's talked to my other brothers. Both have been accepting, in their own way."
"What's that mean?" Dave pressed.
"Oh, you know. They haven't backed off, but they haven't gotten any closer either. And, of course, they've never talked to me about it."
"How about your older brother, Jed?" I continued.
"He's been a real support for me," Preston smiled. "We've had several long chats about me being gay. He's even introduced me to a couple of gay men that he knows, but that didn't go anywhere. They were too nelly for me."
"Obviously, some gay men stick out," Dave said. "He thought he was doing you a favor."
"I took him out to a gay bar once and pointed out the guys I thought were more my type," Preston laughed. "He couldn't believe those butch numbers were gay."
"That's always a problem, Preston," Dave agreed. "The straight folks don't know that gay men can look like anyone else."
"Yeah, ain't it the truth," he sighed. "I should take you around to meet him while you're here. He needs to see that what I'm saying about a gay couple is something that could really work."
"I'm not sure we're the poster children for a gay couple," I laughed. "We're not exactly monogamous, and I think he'd have a problem with that."
"We just won't drag that little detail into the conversation," Preston said, warming to the idea. "Let me call him right now and see what he's up to?"
"Isn't he busy with his own family stuff?" Dave wondered.
"He's had a string of girlfriends, even got engaged once, but nothing right now. In fact, the last one dumped him just before Thanksgiving. I really thought she'd be the one to get him nailed down."
"What happened?" I wondered.
"He didn't say, just that it was over," he shook his head. "Jed can be kinda close- lipped about some things." He put the cell phone up to his ear and listened. "Jed! You got plans for the rest of the day?" He listened for a moment. "Yeah, you got nothin'! Listen, I've got a couple of friends in from out of town that I'd like you to meet." He paused. "Yeah, of course, they're gay! DUH! I know you'll like them and you'll get a chance to talk to some real gay men, not just your nelly brother," he laughed. Preston was a lot of things, but nelly wasn't one of them.
After breaking the connection, he said over his shoulder, "You'll like my brother. He's a lot of fun and real easy on the eyes. I know he's got a big dick, but I've never had the chance to play with it."
Of course, we couldn't let that comment stand without finding out more.
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