All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 90--A Promotion
"There's NO way that observation's gonna just sit there without me asking how you know your brother's got a big one," Dave asked Preston.
"I didn't think you'd let that one slide," Preston cackled. "Well, it's not a very lurid story. He was boffin' one of his many girlfriends in his room. We were both in college at the time. I was supposed to be in class, but the professor was feelin' poorly, so he gave us a reading assignment and sent us home. Jed's hot ass was pumpin' up and down and I could see why that big, long thing was makin' her squeal like she was. I'd have squealed, too, if I'd had piece in my butt."
"Don't keep us in suspense," I insisted. "How BIG?"
"Thicker than mine, and it looked maybe an inch longer," he revealed.
"That's a BIG one, alright. Sounds like a nice compare to Mike's," Dave smiled, squeezing my leg.
"Probably thicker than Mike's, more like yours, Dave," our driver confirmed.
"No wonder she was squealing," I chortled. "A thick one like Dave's would make anyone moan."
"That's what I'm hoping to be reminded," Preston confessed. "Yours, too, Mike," he covered quickly. "Well, now! If this isn't Doris Day parking," Preston laughed, wheeling the long limousine next to the curb, directly in front of a group of upscale condominiums. "Jed's condo is right through there," he indicated, pointing between two buildings. "His unit faces the courtyard. It's farther from the street noises, but not inconvenient, as his garages are in the back. So for him, it's perfect."
"Looks to me like they're townhouses, right?" Dave wondered aloud. Preston confirmed the configuration, adding that most units were in excess of 2,000 square feet. All of them boasted a two-car garage and two bathrooms. Some of the larger units had more bedrooms or larger living rooms and kitchens.
"Very humble digs," I muttered sarcastically. "He must be doing okay."
"Yeah, he does a lot of modeling for the stores in town as well as his real job as an executive at Smith's Foods," Preston said.
"Weren't they bought out by Fred Meyer and, in turn, bought out by Kroger's?" I asked.
"Yeah, they were. And Jed kept his job through the cost cutting and reorganization," Preston continued. "Someone higher up really likes him. I keep telling him it's because he gives good blowjobs. That always sets him off," he laughed.
A handsome man (about 6'1", weighing about 180 pounds) opened a nearby door, facing the snowy courtyard. A wide grin split his manly face, a plaid shirt and snug Levi's completed the picture. Dave gasped softly. "Fuck me!" he whispered. "We should have visited you sooner, Preston."
"Preston! Always good to see you," he smiled, embracing his younger brother, but drinking in the tall visitors with an appraising eye. It sure looked like he'd flipped his gaydar on. Preston made the introductions as we walked through the front door into a warm, tastefully furnished living room. Being a good Mormon boy, he offered us fruit juices and sodas. We accepted the juices.
We spent several minutes telling Jed how we'd met Preston on our last visit to Salt Lake City. Of course, the questions moved quickly to what kind of work we did. Dave artfully dodged that one with our stock "investors" answer, which didn't fool anyone. "They're independently wealthy, Jed. But, they can't tell how they got it. However, they swear it was all legitimate."
"Well, they're certainly handsome enough that they could have made it modeling on the international circuit," Jed smiled knowingly. "Some guys make a lot of money that way. But, it only lasts a few years and a new crop of pretty faces pushes them aside." We blushed at the compliment. "Fortunately, some faces are classic and age well, allowing the lucky man with those perfect genes to continue his career for many more years."
"Like you, Bro," Preston smiled admiringly. "You're still knockin' 'em dead when you're in the local ads. You're still getting fan mail"?
"Yeah, still happens. It's kinda embarrassing."
"Milk it while you can," Dave laughed. "But, keep your day job. You can't live on the local stuff alone."
"Too true," Jed admitted.
"But, Mike and Dave did get some modeling done when they were in Chicago on the Oprah show," Preston blurted out. "I have a copy of the show taped."
"And you never showed it to me?" Jed bristled in a friendly way.
"Didn't think you'd be interested in the competition. Besides, these are guys I know, so why would you be interested?"
"I always enjoy watching people on the boob-tube that have a connection to someone I know. You should have said something," Jed concluded. "So, you're just here for the holidays?" he asked changing the subject.
"Yeah, my parents live here, so we're here for a few days; then, off to Las Vegas to visit my uncle," I answered.
"And your parents, Dave?" Jed pressed.
"Back home. We had Thanksgiving dinner with them," he answered. "So, it's only fair that we split our holiday time between the in-laws."
There was a slight lull in the conversation. "I'm, uh, sure you've heard this all before, but you guys just don't seem gay to me," Jed blurted out. "Even my gay brother doesn't seem gay to me most of the time."
"Stereotypes are hard to break," Dave smiled back. "Just like any other group of people, we come in all sizes, shapes, and ages."
"I know I sounded like a stupid, uh, breeder (that's the term, right?), but I see a lot of gay men in my modeling work. Some of them are way over the edge, but they sure look good to the camera," Jed added with amusement. "Others try so hard to act and appear straight, but after you've been in the business a few years, you can almost always spot them."
"How so?" Dave wondered.
"Just follow their eyes. That's always gonna give them away."
"I'm not sure I follow ya," Preston broke in. "Follow their eyes?"
"Yeah, check out who and what they're looking at," Jed explained. "Checking out other men's crotches and butts is a dead giveaway."
"Oh, yeah. It would be," Preston agreed.
"So, what are your plans while you're here?" Jed continued the conversation in our direction.
I blushed and Dave stammered out some kind of nonsense answer. Preston broke up. "They're gonna fuck me senseless!" We both blushed, then, and so did Jed. "Well, you asked!"
Jed shrugged. "I didn't expect that one, though. So, you're not monogamous?"
"Not in the classic heterosexual context, no," I answered. "We only mess around with other guys when both of us are there, AND both of us agree that he's someone we both like."
"I didn't mean for that question to sound judgmental. I'm hardly the gold standard for monogamy, either," Jed admitted. "I've dipped my wick in a lot of women since my mid-teens."
Preston's phone chirped. The limousine company needed him to drive some people up to the ski resorts right away. Another car and driver were still at Snowbird and wouldn't be back in time to meet the plane. Preston reminded them that he was off-duty today, but they persisted. He'd have to leave right away to get the car back to be washed and restocked before he met the new passengers. We rose to leave with him, but Jed prevailed on us to stay and he'd have dinner for all four of us after Preston returned. "Besides, what would you do by yourselves for four hours in that tiny condo of his?" Jed harangued. We grinned evilly. "Besides that!" Jed laughed. "You can do that any time. Besides, you need to save yourselves for my little brother."
"They wouldn't have to, Jed. They've got great recovery powers," Preston smirked.
"I don't wanna know how you know that," Jed grinned, blushing. "Besides, I could use the company and the help fixing dinner."
"You're too boring to entertain these guys for four hours," Preston remarked. "Take them to the gym. They brought their gym bags with them."
"If you really don't mind having a couple of gay men hangin' around," Dave stalled.
"Pres' condo is completely the opposite direction from the limousine company. He'd probably miss the plane if he had to drive that far out of his way," Jed insisted.
"Okay, I'm outta here," Preston said finally, gathering up his coat and gloves. "You be good to my houseguests. Don't go molesting them. That's MY job!" he laughed. "And I'll bring back that videotape of their appearance on Oprah!"
After Preston retrieved our bags from the limo, we headed out to the gym in Jed's SUV. It fit him nicely (very butch), but certainly transmitted more road noise than the Lexus we drove. I'm sure the mileage was awful, too.
As we changed in the locker room, we couldn't help but notice that Jed was checking us out. We did our best to present what he seemed to be interested in. Dave even allowed his dick to grow to nearly 9" long and rising before he stuffed it into his jock. He turned and bent over, showing off his fine, round, high ass. Glancing at Dave, my dick throbbed up to full stature. I let it wave a few seconds before corralling it into my jock.
Jed took it all in, enjoying every second of it. His attempts at decorum were wasted. His thickening dick betrayed his supposedly "straight" orientation. Curiosity is one thing; responding to big dicks with your own expanding dick is another. He hurriedly dressed, not covering up his embarrassment or his stiff dick very well.
"I'm gonna stretch in the steam room before I hit the floor. See ya in a bit," he smiled, trying unsuccessfully to hide his need to let his dick wilt before he could walk out into a mixed crowd of exercisers. He joined us in about five minutes, looking flushed, but not as well packed into his shorts. Pity, I thought.
Several women and a few men engaged him in conversation as we moved from one machine to another. Jed was well known here. Of course, being knockout gorgeous helped. He introduced us as friends of his brother (who was working today). After telling them where we were from, some of the men hung around, immediately sensing that we were a "couple". One of them was bold enough to ask if Jed was joining our "team". We could only hope, we said. "His brother would be so proud, if he did," I assured him.
"Yeah, Preston's pretty spectacular," our new friend agreed. "Too bad the interest is only one sided."
"Preston's going through a rough patch right now," Dave commiserated. "Give him some time, be a friend. I think you're his type for sure." I nodded my agreement. This guy was good-looking, tall, well built, and engaging. Perhaps, Preston was looking too far afield and should be looking in his own back yard. We'd have to remember this guy's name and make the suggestion.
An hour later, we'd finished our routines and walked back into the locker room. Jed joined us a couple of minutes later (purposefully, I think), gauging it just right to catch us with all our clothes off. We reached for our towels as he sauntered up to us. "That guy sure does have the crazies for Preston," he smiled, trying very hard not to stare at our dicks.
"Yeah, I was thinking of mentioning it to Preston when he joined us for dinner," I agreed. "I think he's still carrying a torch for our friend, Jeremy."
"Probably," Jed nodded, stripping rapidly. "He took the break up pretty hard."
"Distance was the problem," Dave intoned. He closed his locker and held his towel in front of him, but not so that Jed couldn't see the big, black dick growing.
"More than likely," Jed smiled, licking his lips. "Long distance romances don't seem to work. I've had a few of those myself."
We entered the gang showers, choosing nozzles on the same post. Dave and I stood next to each other while Jed positioned himself across from us. The placement of the shower jets was such that we all had good viewing positions. The more we soaped up, the bigger our dicks got. Preston had been right. Jed did have a dick about the size of mine. The obvious differences were that he was uncut, a little thicker, and his dick curved upwards; whereas, I'm cut and mine sticks straight out. Jed seemed a little embarrassed by his hardness in front of other men, but he was so fixated on how big we were that he'd lost track of the reaction it had caused with him.
Two men exited the steam room. From the looks on their faces and the condition of their dicks (still dripping cum), we knew they'd just enjoyed themselves.
They looked directly at us, gaping at our hard dicks. "I almost wish we'd waited," whispered one of them to the other. Jed's round ass was momentarily ignored. We turned off our showers after a quick rinse and headed to the steam room. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jed following. The other men were crestfallen, but spent. They didn't follow.
The steam room was empty, except for the three of us. Moving us to the back of the room, I said, "You don't seem to be too put out at us for getting hard-on's."
"I've seen others," Jed admitted. "I've even walked in on guys goin' at it."
"Did you watch?" Dave asked with a slight grin.
Jed laughed. "Well, it was pretty entertaining. One guy had a real big dick and the other one was sucking him off. Both of them made so much noise that I don't think they ever knew I was there."
"And your dick's reaction to that?"
"Standing up as proudly as it did in the showers," he recalled. "That's something I'm not able to control."
"Or maybe, it's trying to tell you something," I suggested. Jed looked doubtful.
"You ever touched another man's dick?" Dave said, thrusting his hips forward, the tip only inches from Jed's throbbing weapon.
"No, never."
"Wanna give it a feel?"
"Or mine?" I added hopefully.
Jed hesitated. His conflicted psyche couldn't determine his next action. So, Dave took Jed's hand and slowly closed it around Dave's monster. Jed moaned softly. I took his other hand and repeated Dave's moves. "So hot and hard," Jed whispered throatily.
"Just like yours," Dave smiled. His hand had encircled Jed's thick 9" dick and stroked it, revealing a big, slick, pink head beneath the retracting foreskin. "This big dick would make anyone moan with pleasure," he added, referring to Preston's earlier comments about Jed's girlfriends enjoying the hooded stick in Dave's hand.
The three of us stood their, slowly jacking each other (in my case, feeling Jed's hard, round ass cheeks and deep ass trench), enjoying the pleasure of the moment. But, someone opened the door, causing us to break up our three-way. The guy didn't seem interested in leaving soon, so we allowed our dicks to deflate and left.
On the way back to Jed's condo, Dave said, "You know, Jed, your brother loves you, practically idolizes you."
"I love him, too," he replied.
"Uh, I think more than that," I elaborated. "Preston's IN love with you, Jed. The only thing that hasn't happened is the sex."
"Sex with my brother?" he exploded. "That's incest!"
"So?" Dave countered. "It won't be the first time that's happened in the history of the planet. And it certainly wouldn't get either of you pregnant. You wouldn't have to worry about making idiot kids."
"But, he's my brother!" Jed protested.
"Where's the harm in it, Jed?" I challenged.
"It's against all the laws of God and nature, as well as the State."
"Give it a rest, Jed," Dave bristled. "Fuckin' all those women you've been with wasn't exactly sanctioned by your church or the God that they represent. And the State doesn't give a damn unless they're underage."
"But, I'm straight!"
"Yeah, and so was I!" I admitted.
"And I," Dave chimed in. "Both of us were married before we figured out our true sexual natures." Jed bristled. "I'm not suggesting that you're gay, Jed. I am saying that your dick seems to think that men are attractive in some way. Who better to explore that with than your gay, loving brother?"
"It's just that sex acts turn me on," Jed weakened.
"Tell that to your hard dick, Jed," I pressed. "You may be bisexual, or somewhere else on the sexual spectrum. All I'm asking is that you don't shut yourself off from your true self and your brother."
"How many of these women that you've been with were ones that you really wanted to marry?" Dave wondered.
Jed paused. "Well, I was engaged once."
"And no more, right?" I confirmed.
"And you broke it off?" Dave speculated.
"Yeah, I did. How'd you know?"
"When you're unsure of what you're doing, you back out. In this case, you did the right thing. You called it off. Either your subconscious self or your dick got through to you," Dave continued. Jed was weakening further, but we didn't press. "Give yourself some time to think this through. Don't act rashly one way or the other. Talk to your brother, Jed. He was in the same place with questions about his own sexuality once. He'd be a great guide."
As we finished shopping for dinner, we'd also told him about how Dave and I came out and reached the same "gay" conclusions. His demeanor changed as our circumstances meshed with some of his. Connections were being made that he hadn't thought through before.
By the time we were back at his condo, we'd dropped the subject completely. Jed needed time to think. Meal preparations began and ended in near silence. After dinner, he told us stories of his international travels for modeling as well as several funny instances of photo shoots being ruined by all kinds of unforeseen events. We got him to talk about growing up with Preston and the fun they had as kids and how close they were now as grown-up brothers. Dave pressed him several times on how he felt about Preston being gay and the reaction of the rest of the family. Jed was somewhere between neutral and unkind about his parent's reactions to Preston's sexual orientation, but more neutral about his other two brothers. Not being particularly close to them either, Jed didn't condemn their posture concerning Preston.
We could see the wheels turning, as he questioned himself silently about his status, each time we mentioned Preston's solo journey. Preston had little to say, wondering about his brother's openness. I'd quietly mentioned to Preston that Jed was working through some issues. Preston needed to be supportive, but not press for a while. We hoped it would be good news in a very special way for Preston when Jed came to some conclusions. "Just be patient," I whispered. "He's got a lot to think about."
Before we left of Preston's condo, we watched the tape of the Oprah show. Jed was effusive in his praise of our poise and demeanor as novice models. He said that we were naturals and could make a career of it, if we chose. We assured him that wasn't going to happen. He agreed with Dave's televised plea for understanding, being gracious enough not to say anything about my Nancy Reagan look when the show ran the clip of Dave's curbside speech.
With hugs all around, we departed his condo for Preston's. "So, what's up with Jed?" Preston wondered. "He seemed more brotherly this evening. On the one hand, I think he's putting on his glad-handing model persona; but on the other, I think he's genuinely hot for you guys."
"If you'd been paying attention, you'd have seen him checkin' you out a few times, too, Preston," Dave intoned.
That got a blank stare, then, a smile. "He's seeing you in a different light than before," I suggested. "We had a chat with him at the gym today."
"Yeah? What'd he say?"
"More like what he did?" Dave smirked.
"Like?"
"Oh, let's see," I smiled. "How about a hard-on when he showered with us, and some dick stroking in the steam room?"
"No shit?"
"No shit," I confirmed.
"Damn! How far'd you get with him?"
"We got interrupted, so just some good ol' fashioned groping is all," Dave revealed. "But, with more time, I'm sure we'd have gotten farther than first base."
"Any hope for me?" Preston wondered.
"I think there is," Dave said. "He was a little put off with the incest issue, but we rained on that parade quickly, giving him some reasons not to get all worked up about it."
"And the gay label?"
"We trashed that one pretty well by revealing that Dave and I were both married once upon a time," I added.
"What'd he say to that?"
"Not much. But, it did make him think about how it all sounded like his situation," Dave snorted. "He's caught up in all this conservative family stuff. That's a hard mold to break from."
"But, I did it," Preston countered.
"And he's the eldest son," I said. "That's a heavy burden in any family."
"There's an 'amen' in this corner," Dave concurred.
"Be it ever so humble, we're here," Preston broke in, swinging his car into the driveway of a townhouse. "Wanna do some laundry while we're fuckin'?" he smirked as he opened the front door, carrying two of our bags.
"Sure. I know our gym clothes need to go in," Dave agreed.
"Would this be a nefarious plan to get our clothes off?" I grinned.
"Oh, that'd be a struggle," Dave interrupted. "I know how much you wanna pound Preston's ass."
"And you'd be Miss Coy and Reluctant?" I laughed.
"There's enough to go around," Preston assured us. "I remember a wonderful tag team operation the two of you performed on me," he sighed, tugging off his clothes and tossing them in a pile to be laundered. "One of you 69's with me and the other pumps my ass until you cum. Then, switch positions and do it again and again and again."
"What happens if one of us want to get fucked?" I protested.
"Or both!" Dave asserted.
"I'm the host and this is my party. I'll be the one to decide if you get my dick up your butts. It all depends on how good you are at topping me!" Preston giggled.
I was the first one to ride Preston's ass. Dave obediently sat on Preston's face and sucked him off while I pounded our host's butt. Dave and I switched, forcing another load from Preston's eager dick. By then, I was ready for another deep plunge. But, Preston's ass was getting sore, so he delayed a few minutes moving the laundry to the dryer and starting a new one in the washer. When he returned to the bedroom, we attacked him, repeating our earlier onslaught to his well-sucked dick and overly pounded butt. Finally he called a recess, complaining (as we knew he would) of his throbbing, tired, raw butthole.
Finishing the laundry after 11 p.m., Preston crawled back into bed with us. "This is the best fuckin' time I've had since I was with you last time," he sighed contentedly. "Even Jeremy couldn't service me this well."
"And we didn't get fucked either," Dave complained.
"Deal with it," Preston moaned tiredly. "I don't think I could get it up, again."
"By the morning, you will," I smiled.
"We'll see."
I was right. Although it was still dark outside, Preston was riding Dave's ass at 7 a.m. That sweet ass moving up and down was too much of a temptation for me. I plugged into Preston's butt and rode him as he pounded Dave doggie style. With me driving him and Dave milking him, Preston had no ability to slow his impending climax.
Preston's thick 8" dick fired and filled the condom protecting Dave's butt. He collapsed on to Dave's back as I continued working my hard dick in and out of his battered, but still hungry, ass. Preston backed up on to my dick, urging me deeper, but pulling his wilting dick from Dave. Needing to get off as much as I did, Dave crawled away, turned quickly, and mounted me.
Dave's monster slipped eagerly into me as my tempo into Preston jumped. Dave growled in my ear, "I'm about to shoot. Preston's big dick got me so close and you're gonna get the results." I slowed my pace into Preston, allowing Dave to be the engine driving this fuck train. The harder and faster Dave fucked us, the deeper I rammed into Preston. The monster in my ass was hitting all my buttons. I couldn't have held back if I'd wanted to. In a shout of pleasure, I thrust hard and deep into Preston, unloading a pent-up load of jizz. My dick jerked and bucked seven times before the climax waves began to subside.
But, with all the ass tightening I was doing as I climaxed around Dave's obsidian fuck post, Dave had raced past his point of no return, too. "Ah, FUCK!" he shouted as I sprayed my fourth and fifth climax ropes. I felt him buck inside me, but I was concentrating more on the pleasure Preston's hot ass was delivering. Only when Dave slammed so hard into me that I collapsed on to Preston's back did I remember Dave's shouts. As my climax waned, I grinned and tried to add to his pleasure with more milking. He laughed and pulled away. "You know how much that tickles!"
"You were getting heavy," I weakly protested.
"Bullshit! You just wanted that pretty ass to yourself," Dave responded.
"It was available," I defended.
"Uh huh," he smiled back, not believing a word of it. "So what's the plan for the day?" Dave asked pulling away and flopping on the bed next to us. Preston had stretched out beneath me, enjoying the feeling of being possessed and connected (via dick).
"Nothing special," Preston announced. "I know Mike used to live here, but I don't know if you've been given the nickel tour, Dave. We could do that today."
"Or just stay in bed and fuck all day," Dave leered.
"Uh, I don't think my ass could stand anymore of that for a while," Preston cautioned. "I thought I was more of a sex freak than this," he added shaking his head.
"Taking on a couple of big dicked guys several times a night isn't something you recover from quickly," Dave said.
"Unless, you're used to it," I grinned, swatting Dave's round, muscled ass.
"When are you flying off to Las Vegas?" Preston asked.
"Friday morning," I answered.
"That's tomorrow!" Preston wailed.
"Your ass couldn't take another day with us," Dave laughed.
"Well, there is that!" Preston agreed laughing as he rolled out of bed.
We toured Salt Lake City and the surrounding area. We even headed north and saw the place with the intercontinental railway met in 1869. After a full day in the car, all we wanted to do was rest, doing our best imitations of couch potatoes. But, when we went to bed, it was almost a repeat of last night. This time, though, Preston had more top time, realizing that he couldn't take the same pounding two nights in a row.
After breakfast at Preston's favorite gay-owned restaurant, he drove us to the airport. Over breakfast, we'd remembered to tell him about the guy at the gym who had designs on him. He smiled knowingly.
Unsure how busy the airport would be during the Christmas holidays, we arrived nearly two hours before the departure time. As it turned out, we could have breezed through security and check-in in fifteen minutes. That left us with considerable time on our hands. So, we got our boarding passes and wandered the concourse for nearly an hour.
And lucky that we did, too! Being unrepentant cruisers and people watchers, we boldly checked out other passengers and airport and airline staff. "I love a man in uniform," Dave whispered, nodding toward a strapping young man in a Marine uniform with his back to us. We got closer, admiring how the uniform jacket stretched over his broad shoulders and parted at the bottom to reveal his hot ass. As if on cue, he removed the jacket and draped it over an arm. His butt was even hotter, rounder, and more beautiful as it tugged at the fabric of his slacks. "Damn!" Dave whispered. "Have you ever seen such a pretty butt?"
At that moment the Marine turned toward a screaming child. "Dex!" I muttered, then, repeated louder, so he and Dave could hear me.
He turned more to see who had called his name. A huge grin spread over his face. "Mike! Dave! What the fuck are you doing in this town?"
"Visiting my parents," I rejoined. "And you?"
"On my way to Vegas for some R and R," he replied. "But, I don't think I wanna be on this flight with that squealing brat!" he said loud enough to be heard within fifty feet. The mother was too occupied with the little monster to notice what he's said.
"Why not take our flight then?" Dave suggested. "We're headed to Las Vegas, too."
"Is there room?"
"We won't know until we ask," I said. Lt. Poindexter Garvey was flying military standby. Our plane was only half full, so there should be no problem getting him on our flight. Dashing back to the other airline, he talked them into canceling his standby status, and transferring his duffle bag back to his custody. The ticket agent was a beautiful man who obviously had designs on the young lieutenant. He went out of his way to be helpful.
"I'm sorry you won't be flying with us this time, Sir," the young airline employee smiled. "Perhaps, your return trip?" he added hopefully.
"That all depends on how many screaming children you allow on board," Lt. Garvey smiled sweetly. "And thanks for being so helpful, uh, Scott," he added with a killer smile, after glancing at the nametag pinned to the wide chest.
"Happy to be of service, Captain Garvey." We hadn't even noticed the double bars on his shoulders.
"Marry that one and you'll get to fly anywhere for next to nothing," Dave chortled as we headed back to our gate.
"A little too eager, and probably not into the same kind of disgusting, sweaty sex that I am," Garvey replied in a whisper.
"So, why are you going to Las Vegas?" I asked as he was added to the short stand-by list. "Trying to catch one of the dancers?"
Dex smiled. "Well, I did score big the last time I went there," he revealed.
"Tell!" Dave insisted.
"Actually, I scored twice. Lovers. Acrobats and tumblers, as I recall. And so hungry for hot sex," Lt. Garvey smirked. "They've asked me to look them up the next time I was in town."
"We know a couple like that. Kinda short guys, and very limber. They could suck themselves off," Dave smiled back.
"Luke and Tyler?" Dex wondered.
"The very same," I laughed. "I guess they appreciate talent."
"The sluts!" the Marine giggled. "But, I think I'll be spending time elsewhere, now," he grinned devilishly. "Besides, they were both bottoms and that's not what I need right now."
"What about that guy at the German Embassy?" Dave asked.
"Oh, Gunther? Ancient history."
"Should we ask what happened?" I probed.
"Nothing really. We just kinda drifted apart. I think the novelty of fuckin' a Marine wore off and he found someone else," Dex replied. "He wasn't that good in bed anyway."
"You made Captain?" I asked switching the subject, remembering the observant salutation from the cute gate agent.
"Yeah, the commander was rotated out and they gave me the job. But, I didn't re- up to get it. That's not due for a few more months. I let them think I was going to do it, but I haven't decided, yet."
"Did the Connor affair weigh in?" Dave considered.
"Yeah, it did. They thought I should be fast-tracked because of my quick reactions and those of my men. They all got bumped up a grade, too."
"We haven't heard anything yet about testifying. Have you been contacted?" Dave pressed.
"Nothing," Capt. Garvey responded. "I think they're still sorting out the international consequences. I heard through the grapevine that Canada has stricter laws and penalties, so they'll be trying him there first. If they don't get the verdict and sentence they want, they'll try him again in the U.S. Double jeopardy doesn't count, as the court proceedings will be in two different countries. He's really fucked."
"Suits me fine," I sighed. Dave nodded.
"So, what do you have in mind for your stay in Las Vegas, and for how long?" Dave asked.
"I have two weeks away from the consulate. I thought I'd spend New Year's here and then go visit my parents in Florida. They're there for the winter."
"You locked into accommodations in Vegas?" I asked.
"I have stand-by at a couple of hotels. They were sure they'd get last minute cancellations and be able to squeeze me in. Why?" he asked.
"Well, we're staying with my gay uncle and his lover. They have this huge house in Las Vegas and I'm sure they'd love to have you as a guest," I volunteered. "And they are very monogamous, if that worries you. They're not a couple of lecherous, old geezers like us."
"I kinda like old geezers," he smiled. "You guys are a good ten years older than I. I like older men!"
"Bitch!" I snarled under my breath. Dex and Dave laughed. "Just for that, I'm not gonna let you eat my sweaty ass!" I added.
"You can eat mine!" Dave whispered. Dex smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
"I don't really wanna put you guys out, or your uncle and his lover," Dex began.
"Put a cork in it, Marine!" I insisted. "I'm calling them right now to confirm that they have the space." I accessed Uncle Clay's phone number from my personal directory and dialed. He picked up on the second ring. "Hi, Uncle Clay. Yeah, we're leaving in about thirty minutes. Say, Clay, we found a Marine at the terminal and he's following us to Las Vegas. Can we keep him?" Dave and Dex laughed at my tired line. "I knew you'd see it my way. And I think you'll like him, too. He's someone you probably seen on television. Remember that little break-in they had at the consulate when we were in Vancouver?" I laughed at his recollection. "Yeah, that hot Marine lieutenant is now a captain. Oh, yeah, even better looking than before. Right! See ya in a couple hours at baggage claim."
"That was sure easy," Captain Garvey said. "You must be very close."
"He's a great guy and so is his lover, Linc. They're the kinda couple that we wanna be after we've been together as long as they have," Dave replied.
The overhead speakers called our flight, first-class passengers asked to board first. We picked up our carry-on bags and reconfirmed our first-class tickets with the gate agent. "Could you do us a favor?" Dave smiled, giving the woman agent one of his million dollar smiles. "That Marine over there is flying stand-by." She acknowledged the newly minted captain. "He's a friend of ours and we'd like him to sit in first with us, if space is available."
"Certainly, Mr. Carey," she agreed, checking her terminal rapidly. "We have only one-third of first class reserved." Her eyes dilated as she read some message attached to Dave's ticket status on the computer. "Certainly, Sir! Would you like him to be across the aisle from you? That seat's available."
"That's very kind of you. Thank you, Diana," Dave grinned again, noting her nametag.
"The flight is only half full. Let me send him through with you," she gushed. "Military personnel are always our honored guests. After that nasty business with 9/11, none of the passengers are going to object."
"Thank you, again, Diana. You've been most helpful."
As we entered the plane with a bewildered Captain Garvey in tow, Dave stopped to chat for a moment with the steward in first class as he stowed our carry-on bags overhead. "Is there someway I can get a message to the supervisor of a gate agent? She went well over and above her job duties to be helpful. I want that supervisor to know what a jewel Diana is."
"Yes, Sir," he replied with a genuine smile. "We don't often get singled out for praise, so I know it'll make a big impression. Let me make a fast call." He nodded to one of the other stewards to take over greeting the passengers, and used a telephone in the jet-way. Another flood of passengers swarmed onto the plane. Within another minute, he was back. "The supervisor, Ms. Sanders, thanks you for your kindness in expressing appreciation for agent Diana. It'll be so noted in her personnel file."
"That's a little cold," I muttered.
"I thought so, too," the steward agreed. "I suggest that you write a letter to the airline and make the gesture that way. You didn't seem to make much of an impression with Ms. Sanders," he giggled, making an obscene gesture, mimicking her officious tone. "I'll even give you the stationary, including the envelope." He turned and pawed through a small drawer until he found some airline stationery and an envelope. "Sorry, no stamp," he laughed.
"You wouldn't happen to know Diana's last name, would you?" I asked, knowing that they probably wouldn't take the time to look her up without it.
"Yes, Spencer." We looked at him oddly. "Yeah, I know. She gets razzed all the time about that. She beautiful AND has brains. But, she's very selective about who she dates. Pilots only, none of us hostitutes," he giggled. "Not that I'd be interested, anyway."
"Well, we aren't, either," Dave confided with a smile.
"Nor I," Captain Garvey added, joining the conversation.
"Wow! A man in uniform and he plays on my team!" the steward chortled softly. He returned to his duties, smiling at us often, paying particular attention to the young captain. The jet was pushed back from the terminal and spooled up the engines. Bumping our way to the active runway, I wondered aloud if we were driving to Las Vegas. Jay (the steward) laughed. "I've wondered that myself at other airports, too. The closer we park to the beginning of the concourse, the farther we have to taxi to take off." Sitting in the jump seat, he belted himself in, letting the captain of the aircraft know that all was secure.
Airborne, Jay busied himself getting lunch prepared for his first-class passengers. The flight time was scheduled for only an hour and fifteen minutes. With only seven passengers to feed on a tight schedule, he'd started warming the food before take-off. By the time we'd reached altitude, Jay had taken our orders and was serving food.
"But, Jay, I'm not really a first-class passenger," Dex protested.
"We always have food left over. It'll just get tossed. We always over-prepare in case we get a last minute passenger," Jay purred. "Besides, Captain, I love a man in uniform."
Dex actually blushed. Dave and I smiled, almost laughing at his discomfort. The other first-class passengers were two seats behind us. I'm sure they didn't hear a word, but had to wonder what all the laughter was in front of them. Jay offered after dinner drinks to all his charges, but everyone declined, citing the hour of the day. That didn't deter us from enjoying a glass of wine with lunch, though. Dave used the "facilities" once, but did it only to slip Jay a message. The smile on Jay's face could have lit up The Strip for a week.
"What did you tell him?" I quizzed.
"Be careful. The Captain's a bottom. I hope you won't be disappointed."
"That huge smile would seem to indicate the opposite."
"Yeah, Jay's a top; versatile, if he must."
Our steward squatted in the aisle talking to Dex for several minutes, glancing over his shoulder frequently to be sure his other passengers didn't need him. They were busy with conversation, a book, or their computers. He tried to include us several times, but clearly, his gaydar had focused on Captain Garvey. When he stood, the bulge in his crotch confirmed his interest.
As the aircraft descended toward Las Vegas, Jay handed a business card to Dex. "We have a layover on Saturday night. I'll be at Caesar's Palace, Captain," he smiled. "I think I like a man out of uniform even more," he mused to no one in particular.
"Interested?" I asked, bending over the side of the seat toward the Marine.
"Fuck, yeah! But, I'm staying with you guys."
"We're an old married couple. Give him Uncle Clay's phone number," I suggested.
"You don't mind?"
"Fuck, no!" I pulled a business card from my wallet and scribbled Clay's phone number on it. "Now, make sure he gets it. Do you know his full name?" Dex blushed and nodded. "Someone works fast," I snickered.
Uncle Clay picked us up at the airport as planned. Linc had stayed home to prepare lunch (and to leave space for their three guests in the car). "Don't worry," Clay said after we'd told him that they'd fed us on the plane. "Linc was only fixing sandwiches and chips. You can handle that, can't ya?"
We assured him that we could do that. After tossing our luggage into our assigned bedrooms (and Dex changing into civilian clothes), we ate lunch and relaxed in the spacious living room. We caught up on family business, how my cousin Josh was doing with his new boyfriend and college, and a complete recap from Captain Garvey's perspective as to what happened that fateful night in Vancouver.
By the end of the retelling, it was time to hit the gym. Uncle Clay gave us the use of the Lexus, again. They opted to stay home and get dinner started as well as some work that Clay needed to finish with his subordinates. "Can we stop at a dry cleaner on the way?" Dex asked. "I need to get my Class-A's cleaned and pressed." Dex went back inside and returned shortly. We stopped at a dry cleaner that Uncle Clay had recommended only two blocks from the gym. "Nice people in there," the Marine smiled returning from dropping off his uniform. "They can finish the dry cleaning and pressing by the time we get back from the gym."
Although it was Friday, we hadn't been very good about hitting the gym this week. So, we decided to do arms and some aerobics. Dave joined a class that had already started. It wasn't full, due to the mid-afternoon hour. Dex and I climbed on adjacent elliptical walkers and chatted for 45, sweaty minutes. The Marine outclassed both of us in strength and endurance when we hit the biceps and triceps machines. Between our sets, he worked in some extra bicep curls. His muscle shirt rippled and bunched, trying to contain his straining physique.
After our third set on the third machine (and Dex's fifth set on everything), he whispered, "I'm ready to eat some muscle butt."
We looked into his cool blue eyes and grinned. "I hope they have a semi-private place we can do that," Dave whispered back. "I don't wanna get into Clay's Lexus all sweaty."
"I'm sure we'll find a way," Dex replied with a smirk.
"Coed sauna and steam room," I moaned, reading a sign in the men's locker room. "Oh, but the fine print says you can lock the other side for a limited time. Good planning!" We tried the door to the sauna, but found it locked. Dave tried the steam room and found it open and empty. I tried to lock doors at both ends of the steamy enclosure, but when one was locked, the other popped open. "I guess we keep the women out, but not the men," I sighed.
"We'll just have to be quick, if someone opens the men's side," Garvey leered. "Let's strip and get in here before someone else takes it," he added, leading us back into the locker room. "The door has a timer on it. Fifteen minutes is the maximum. You think I can eat ass and get fucked in that much time?" he grinned.
"We have the rest of the weekend, Dex," Dave reminded him. "There'll be lots more later."
"But, not as sweaty!" the Marine rejoined. We grinned at his ass pig directness.
"After I fuck your ass, I'll be real sweaty," I assured him. Dave grabbed condoms and headed for the proposed "scene of the crime."
Captain Garvey was true to his word. He spent at least five minutes each on our sweaty butts, slurping, eating, moaning with pleasure, lapping and chewing. When we weren't being rimmed, we spent time sucking on his dick or fucking his ass. At the end of fifteen minutes, the door clicked, unlocking the women's side. But, it wouldn't relock. It probably had a timer on it to prevent the very thing we were trying to do. Dave was riding him hard and I was blowing Dex when we heard another click. We parted instantly, but no one came through either door. I stepped over to the women's door and tried to engage the lock. It worked this time. The mechanism had been on a one-minute delay.
"Get that big black dick back up my ass and let me eat more of Mike's hairy hole," Garvey commanded.
"Only if I can suck you off as you eat my butt," I smiled coyly.
"I might cum," Dex explained.
"And the problem with that is?" I laughed.
"And that'll make me cum, if you do, Dex," Dave added.
"And the problem with that is?" he echoed, laughing.
I lay down on the tiled bench with a towel beneath me. Dex crouched over me, shoving his dick in my mouth and pulling my legs under his arms to expose my ass to his tongue. Dave plugged in and began to long-dicked him slowly. The thick, long, black dick split the muscular Marine butt obscenely. I trembled beneath them, watching his hungry ass eat Dave's dick eagerly. Dex's tongue drilled my ass, while his dick pushed deeper into my mouth with each of Dave's urgent thrusts.
"Oh, Man! This is so good," Dave groaned. "Hot Marine ass sure does love getting fucked." Dex moaned in agreement. More precum poured from his dick. He tried to pull away, but I wanted his load and moved with him.
"Fuck, Mike! I'm gonna cum!" he breathed after pulling his face away from my ass. "Last warning!" Deciding there was no way to stop me, he greedily swooped down and deep throated my 9", precum-leaking dick in one hungry gesture. I closed my eyes in pleasure. But, concentrating on what he was doing was getting me too close to the edge. I tried to think of something else, but made the mistake of opening my eyes when I did. Watching Dave's monster black hose pumping furiously in and out of the Marine's ass was too much inspiration. I moaned helplessly.
Dave's climax groan echoed mine. He slammed hard into Dex's ass and held on, burrowing as deeply as possible, and bucking with each shuddering climax wave. Dex shook at the onslaught on his ass and dick. He jerked forward and sprayed the inside of my mouth with his first creamy salvo. Dave pulled back and slammed forward, again, pounding exuberantly into the muscled stud beneath. Each new thrust blasted more of Dex's cum into my siphoning maw. Blowing me with gusto as he climaxed, Dex drank deeply of my rocketing sperm-laden load. Our moans rattled in our throats as more baby sauce jetting into our faces.
His thrusts subsiding, Dave said, "I could fuck this tight, Marine ass for hours; but, I'd never be able to keep from cumming every few minutes if I did."
"No complaints from me," Dex assured him. "But, you have to pull out occasionally so your boyfriend can pound my ass."
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