All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 93--Vancouver Redux
Using Dave's cell phone, Dex called the security office of the Vancouver Consulate. He reminded them that we'd be arriving within the next 30 minutes. Adding details about the car, including license number, who was driving, and how many passengers, he broke the connection. "Matt and Evelyn are waiting for us. The sentries have been notified to expect us," Dex related.
"It'll be good to see them, again," I smiled. "But, I feel like such a chauffeur up here by myself."
"As it should be, Jeeves," Dave snickered.
"Well, I don't think it's fair that you two sit back there trading blowjobs while I have to drive," I whined.
"You got yours at the rest area," Dave reminded me. "Besides, you love driving this car." (Payback's a bitch, I've been told.) "We all have cum breath, though. Hand me some of those Altoids from inside the armrest, please."
Snagging a couple for myself, I handed the tin to the back seat. "Everyone checked out to be sure we don't have any cum spilled on our shirts?"
"Never spilled a drop," Dex affirmed.
"I hope you've had an enjoyable vacation, Dex," I smiled into the rearview mirror. "We tried to be gracious hosts."
"From the time I saw you in Salt Lake City, it has been one delightful interlude after another," he laughed. "Never have so many men passed this way," he grinned, pointing to his mouth.
"Now, what'll you do for, uh, diversion?" Dave asked.
"Without, I suspect," he sighed. "That idiot I have for a gunnery sergeant is a total moron. I need to talk to Matt and see what he thinks about him. I know he's been less than thrilled at his manners. Evelyn avoids him like the plague."
"Can you get him reassigned?" I wondered.
"No, not alone. But, if Matt raises hell, it can happen. My recommendation would only be the nail in his coffin," Captain Garvey revealed. "Specifically, they'd ask me if the Charge d'Affaires was being reasonable in his request to '86' this guy. I'll be diplomatic, of course, but I'll grease the skids, too."
"How soon?"
"It completely depends on Matt and Evelyn."
"You think that's why they're greeting us when we arrive?" I considered.
"Nah. I think they genuinely look forward to seeing you two, again. You made a big impression on both of them. They speak of you frequently in glowing terms to the rest of the staff."
Arriving at the Consulate, I halted at the heavy wrought-iron gate. The Marine sentry saluted smartly, having checked the license plate quickly. I powered down the driver's window and smiled. He asked for my driver's license and visually checked my passengers. He nodded to his commanding officer (not in uniform), and unlocked the gate, motioning us through. Directing us to a parking space near the entrance of the Consulate building, he returned to duty.
I switched off the ignition and popped the trunk lid. The front door to the Consulate opened. A beaming Matt and Evelyn Triplett emerged. We quickly strode over to them, getting a hearty handshake and pat on the back from Matt and a kiss on the cheek from Evelyn.
"How are my boys?" Evelyn smiled. "Welcome back, Captain Garvey."
"We're fine," Dave grinned back. "And we promise not to create such a fuss this time." Evelyn smiled warmly at our attempt to convey again how sorry we were for the fracas the last time we stayed at the Consulate. But, Matt seemed preoccupied.
"Garvey, I need a word with you before you check in and get squared away," Matt interrupted. "Evelyn, can you take care of our guests for a few minutes. Dex and I, uh, Captain Garvey and I need to confer for a few moments."
"Certainly, Matt. Come along, boys," she directed. "The staff can get your luggage. I'm putting you in the same guest quarters. But, they've been upgraded and are more secure now. Matt will explain it all to you later. Or Captain Garvey," she added. "So, tell me, again. How did you run into Captain Garvey when he was on leave? I didn't clearly get it from Matt second-hand." By then, Matt and Dex were inside, with the door closed to the Charge d'Affaires office.
We retold her how we'd run into Dex at the Salt Lake City airport and what had happened from them on, excluding all the sexual details. In other words, there wasn't much to tell!
"I'll let you freshen up, while I confer with the chef about this evening's meal," she chattered. "As I recall, you're both very fond of Italian food?" We nodded vigorously, not having had an Italian meal in several months. "It'll be a nice change from all that holiday food. If I see another slice of turkey or ham, I think I'll scream," she giggled.
By the time I finished my shower, our luggage had been delivered to our spacious guest accommodations. Dave had flipped the overnight bags open (moving our toiletries to the bathroom and underwear and casual clothes to the dresser), and hung up our dress shirt and slack. We suspected there would be at least one formal event while we were there. However, we weren't planning on staying longer than necessary to deliver Captain Garvey. But, our plans were totally screwed last time, too. Better be prepared, I thought.
As Dave finished stowing our toiletries, I stepped out of the shower. He looked over at me and grinned. "Come here," he leered. I dropped my towel and walked over to him, waving my dick in his direction. He sat on the lid of the toilet. "Turn around." I complied. His hands gently caressed my ass cheeks. "You've still got the best ass I've ever seen. In fact, I think it's even nicer than it was when we first met."
"Flattery like that will get you anything you want."
"In that case, bend over!" Eagerly, I bent at the waist and spread my legs. Without preliminaries, his big hands pulled my muscular buns apart and his tongue speared my tight pucker.
"Yeah, DAMN!" I crooned. "Love that kinda flattery, too." I heard the clink of a belt buckle being opened. "I hope that means you plan on working more than your tongue up my ass."
"It means you'll have to take another shower."
"The burdens of lovemaking," I sighed, pushing my ass harder into his face.
He stripped off his clothes quickly. I dropped to my knees on the carpeted floor and engulfed (as best I could) his throbbing phallus. He moaned appreciatively. Pulling away from his hard dick, I nuzzled his full nut sack, leaving them soaked and dripping of saliva. His legs spread as I munched and hummed on his sperm-laden orbs. Seizing the moment, my tongue darted farther back. He groaned at my touch and swung his leg over my head, presenting his ass to me. "One good lick deserves another," he badly paraphrased.
"I thought you'd never ask," I grinned. Using my hands to pry apart his high, round, muscle melons, I spied his tight pucker and dove in. His musky scent drove me crazy. My dick throbbed and dribbled precum on to the carpet between his spread legs. Bracing himself against the wall, Dave pushed his ass resolutely into my face. I licked and sucked on his butt and tight manhole, enjoying the rimming nearly as much as Dave did.
"I thought I was gonna do the fucking," he whispered huskily. "Now, I GOTTA have it!" He tapped me on the shoulder with a small bottle of lube. "Whenever you're ready." I took the bottle of lube, but delayed granting his request. I knew that the more I postponed our coupling, the hungrier he'd be to get fucked. I wasn't wrong. His ass slid down my chest and rested hotly against my dickhead. Squeezing out a few drops of lube, I pushed a sticky finger up his butt. Dave groaned and sat hard on my hand, swallowing my finger hungrily.
"I think you need something bigger," I whispered. He grabbed at my dick again, aimed and squatted hard on it. All nine inches rocketed up his needy hole.
"Fuck! When did you get so thick?" he breathed hoarsely. "Damn! That thing's thick!"
"Just the way you like it."
He pulled himself nearly off the throbbing pink post and sat hard again. "You gonna fuck me, or talk?" he insisted.
I leaned back and stretched out on the carpet. Dave resolutely followed. He turned, keeping at least six inches buried up his butt. When he was facing me, he leaned down and kissed me, working his ass muscles in an irresistible cadence. "I'll cum too fast if you keep doing that!" I warned.
"So?" he grinned.
"Well, we should be gracious guests and spend some time with our hosts, I suppose," I grinned up at him, thrusting faster.
"That's the spirit," he agreed, rotating his ass, stirring his guts with my hard dick. Obviously, he was working my dick to give him as much pleasure as he was giving. I could tell by how he smiled that he was frequently rubbing my hard shaft and head against his joy button. "Let me know when you're gonna shoot, so I can jack off into your mouth at the same time," he suggested.
I nodded and increased the pace. He increased the pressure on my dick with his ass muscles and worked his ass in tighter circles, fucking himself to his profound pleasure. My hands rested on his hips, pushing him down into each of my upward thrusts. Arching my back, I rammed harder and faster. I looked into his eyes, then, raced down his incredible body and monster dick. Drips of precum swung crazily from the tip of his dick. I wanted to drink his cum so much!
Just the thought of his tasty cream pushed me instantly over the edge. I was cumming in Dave's ass before I could warn him. "Ah, fuck!" was the best I could do, and even that was strangled by my surging climax wave. Dave's frenzied hand whipped his dick, flinging precum all over both of us. More cum poured into his butt as my hard thrusts crested with each climax surge. He sat hard on my hips, attempting to push my dick completely inside him, burying my dick and drinking deeply of my spraying baby sauce. That gave me no room to maneuver, but his milking ass muscles overcame the lack of stimulation.
"Oh, shit!" he bellowed, furiously stroking his dick. I raised my head and tried to close my lips over the gaping tip. My hands pulled him forward, pushing the head into my mouth, but pulling my dick a few inches out. However, I was still firmly seated in his butt, draining more cum into him as he fired off a weak volley. The second, third, and fourth shots were hard and thick. Each one caused him to shudder violently, ramming more dick into my mouth. When he finally regained control, he'd pulled completely off my dripping, cum-streaked dick and nearly buried his horsedick down my throat.
He sure tasted good. How, I wondered, did he manage to shoot such a big load after pumping out another big load for Dex only a couple of hours ago? But, I wasn't complaining; just amazed.
After chastely showering, we donned casual clothes and went looking for our hostess. We found Leonard (the press attaché) first. "'Sup, Leonard?" Dave grinned, shaking his hand. I did the same.
"Uh, step into my office," he replied guardedly. "You should know the lay of the land."
"Uh oh," I muttered. "A bad time for us to be here."
"Oh, no. Nothing like that," he assured us. "It's just that you should know that the Ambassador and his wife are on the warpath about one of Captain Garvey's men."
"Gunnery Sergeant?" Dave asked.
"Uh, yeah. Dex talked about him?"
"Only circumspectly," I said. "The guy seems to be a throwback to Neanderthal times."
"You're being too kind," Leonard snarled.
"Ouch!" Dave allowed. "Anything we can do or avoid doing?"
We heard a door slam hard. "Gunny!" we heard Captain Garvey roar. "My office! NOW!"
"Yes, Sir!" came a startled response not far from Leonard's door.
"The shit's about to hit the fan," the press attaché grinned.
"Not one of your favorite people, either?" Dave ventured.
"Hardly."
"You gonna leave us in the dark?" I wondered.
"It'll come out eventually," he sighed. "Either Dex or Matt will tell you, anyway. Evelyn's too much of a lady to say anything." He gestured toward two comfortable chairs as he strode behind a large, oak desk. We took the proffered seats. "This guy has no class, no sense of decorum, no brains. How in the hell they decided he could be assigned to Consulate duty is beyond me," he added shaking his head.
"Something happened while Dex was on leave?" I prompted.
"Yeah, New Year's Eve party. We had all the movers and shakers of Vancouver here. The Marines were invited, if they weren't on duty. Dress uniforms, of course. Well, this asshole got a little lubricated on the punch and made a pass at Mrs. Triplett."
"The Ambassador's wife?" Dave exploded.
"Evelyn?" I asked incredulously at the same time.
"The same," he confirmed.
"She's a fine-lookin' woman, but she's married to the Ambassador! What was that numbskull thinking?" I fumed.
"He's a moron. We all agree there. And his wife is a shrew, but that still doesn't forgive his behavior," Leonard nodded. "And he was looped; but, again, no excuse."
"So, what happened?" Dave pressed.
"He whispered something she won't repeat and felt up her butt (which only a few people saw)," Leonard snarled. "Evelyn was mortified."
"I'm sure she was," I agreed. "What did she do about it?"
"She moved his hand away, glared at him, said something like, 'Touch me again and my husband will break you in two!' and strode off fuming. He just laughed and said that Matt was too old to do anything about it. That's when I intervened."
"And what did you do?" Dave asked.
"Told him that he should leave the party now before I called the Colonel in charge of the Marine detachment in Ottawa. That's his boss when Captain Garvey isn't here."
"And?" I pressed.
"He gave me attitude, but he did leave. Matt told me that he'd handle it later."
"Chain of command," Dave smiled. "Matt is going through Dex. The Ambassador doesn't have real authority over the Marines. Only the Marines do. But, I'll bet he gets his way or folks in D.C. will hear about it clear up to the Commandant of the Marine Corps."
"Matt's already told me that he'll take it up through the Department of State (as he's a personal friend of the Secretary) and the Secretary will take it to the Department of Defense. Gunny will be lucky to escape with his rank and pension, if it escalates to that level."
Heavy footsteps thundered down the hallway. "I don't wanna see your ugly face here again, unless I specifically call you back!" we heard Dex bellow. A moment later, a door deeper in the Consulate slammed.
"Getting him completely off the premises was a good step. Matt already told Myers (the Gunnery Sergeant) that he was to stay out of the front half of the Consulate where Mrs. Triplett might be. Dex is probably calling his Marine superiors with a report (to be followed up in writing) about him and how mad the Ambassador and his wife are. I'm sure Dex is embarrassed by this event, but he wasn't here when it happened, so it shouldn't reflect badly on him. It's really the higher-ups who fucked up. They should have had an officer here when Dex went on leave. But, they approved his leave with no officer present to back him up. However, I'm sure they expected the enlisted men to act like adults," Leonard added.
There was a knock on the door. But, before Leonard could respond, the Charge d'Affaires barged through the door. "Oh, sorry, Leonard. I'd forgotten we had guests. When you have a moment, I need to speak with you."
"We were just leaving," Dave said graciously rising. I followed suit. "Where's your lovely bride, Matt?"
"Probably in the kitchen with the chef. But, you might try our living quarters first. Just ask the Marine on duty if she's returned," Matt directed.
We left hurriedly. Matt was still steamed from the look on his face. As we inquired of the Marine at the end of the hallway where the Ambassador's living quarters were, Matt and Leonard made a noisy exit from Leonard's office and walked quickly in the direction of Captain Garvey's command post. "Something tells me that Mr. Myers is in even deeper shit," Dave whispered as we followed the Marine's directions to the kitchen. (He'd told us that Mrs. Triplett was in the kitchen, not in the Ambassador's quarters.)
In the kitchen, we found Evelyn conferencing with the pastry chef. "Something elegant, but simple and light. Something Italian?"
The chef nodded and smiled. "I have just the ticket!" he gushed. "Trust me, Madam."
She grinned at him. "You've never disappointed me, Hugh. I know we'll love it."
"Thank you, Madam. I endeavor to please."
She turned and acknowledged us. "How can I prepare a great meal for you when you spy on me? Shoo!" she fluttered her apron at us.
"We just wondered if there was anything we could do to help?" Dave defended. "Besides, how can I talk to my best girlfriend when she's hiding in the kitchen." He dazzled her with one of his million dollar smiles.
"You sweet-talker," she giggled. "How can you put up with this man?" she asked me, never taking her eyes off Dave.
"It's a struggle," I assured her.
With a gay man on each arm, she walked us to the Ambassador's private quarters and talked with us for the next two hours. Evelyn asked us about our European trip (she heard the sanitized version) and how the holidays had been (which took more time to include Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's). She loved our ideas for costumes, and smiled warmly when we mentioned that Dex went as G.I. Joe. "He's so handsome in anything that he wears," she sighed. I could only smile and think how much better he looked out of them.
I turned the tables on her and asked about her holidays. She conveniently skipped over the "unpleasantness" at the New Year's Eve party. "When do you get a chance to get back to the States and visit your children and friends?" I asked.
"Oh, I have a trip planned for a couple of months from now. Matthew will be coming with me, of course. He'll spend a few days in D.C. with his political cronies while I visit my friends in Texas. We'll meet up again in California to visit our son and daughter living there. The other boys are overseas right now."
"When do you get to see them?" Dave pressed.
"Oh, Matt, Jr. is studying in France and John has a job with one of the oil companies in Saudi Arabia. So, unless I can convince Matthew to take a longer vacation, we'll just have to wait until they return to the States or our assignment in Vancouver ends."
"How long will you be here?" I wondered.
"We serve at the pleasure of the Secretary," she responded. "But, most of the time, we're in one place for four years at a time. Matthew, being a career, foreign-service officer, could be posted nearly anywhere. I'm lobbying him to retire after our next posting. That'll make it 30 years in the State Department."
"A long and distinguished career, I'm sure," Dave smiled. "I'll bet you've loved it."
"For the most part, yes. I've met some wonderful people and had great experiences. The children seemed to grow more sophisticated and clever with each new country we went to. I don't regret it. But, I think it's time to grow some roots and stay somewhere permanently and cultivate close friends, again."
"Do you have a preference?" I asked.
"As to where we'd serve our last posting?" I nodded. "Oh, I don't really have one. Matthew has so much experience that it would be a shame to waste it in Washington, D.C., but they could use his experience training new career officers there."
"And where would you like to retire?" Dave smiled.
"Oh, probably back to Texas. We've always considered that home, no matter where we were. It's warm in the winters, but scathingly hot in the summers. But, we could always travel when it's the hottest."
Matt, Leonard, and Dex walked into the living room as we were leaving for our room. The head chef had just announced that dinner would be served in 30 minutes. We didn't linger as the trio looked serious, and that meant it was none of our business.
We dressed for dinner in slacks and dress shirts, but no jackets (at Evelyn's request). Captain Garvey had also been asked to join us for dinner, but not in uniform, unless he was on duty. Because he was still officially on leave status until midnight, he wore "civilian" clothes. Leonard completed the table set for six.
"Crisis averted?" I murmured to Captain Garvey as we enjoyed cocktails before dinner. Matt, Leonard, Dave, and Evelyn were engaged in another conversation.
"For the moment, yes. I'll tell ya all about it later, assuming the Ambassador doesn't object," he cautioned.
"Leonard's already told us the gist of the matter," I confided.
"A new development has arisen, concerning the local society gossip column," Dex growled. "But, Leonard's handling that. I just have to deal with that idiot Myers."
"Good luck to both of you," I smiled. Dex nodded and we rejoined the rest of the dinner party.
Dinner was a triumph for Evelyn. She glowed at all the compliments heaped upon her. But, she shared her adulation with the chief chef and pastry chef. They came into the dining room for a bow after dessert had been cleared from the table.
Evelyn retired early. The rest of us sat in Matt's study and sipped on some very old, fine brandy. "I know Leonard's told you about the fracas on New Year's Eve," the Ambassador began. "It really torqued my jaw that I couldn't do anything about Myers until Dex returned. Even the Ambassador doesn't have power over the military."
"But, you can make it VERY hard on us, Matt," Captain Garvey interjected. "One word from you through the State Department and any of us Jarheads would be toast."
"That's too heavy handed and not the way I operate," Matt replied. "I learned long ago that going through channels may be a little slower, but the end result is the same, and fewer feathers get ruffled. People have very long memories at State when you don't play the game. But, there are always back-channel methods," he added darkly.
"I made the Colonel well aware of that when I spoke with him this afternoon. I told him that you hadn't threatened anything, but he could read between the lines," Dex assured the Charge.
"I've left it in your very capable hands, Dex. I'm sure you'll make sure it turns out the way it should. Just keep Evelyn out of this. Okay?"
"Yes, Sir. I got that message clearly, and so did the Colonel."
"And Leonard," Matt said, turning to his press attaché, "what's the word from the society pages."
"The editor killed the story. It was badly written and a little too sordid for his paper. He told the reporter that she'd need more than two sources to go with the story. You don't mess with the Ambassador's wife's reputation lightly," Leonard reported. "In effect, he told the reporter to drop it and NOT pursue it."
"I don't know how it got out, anyway. There weren't that many people nearby when it happened. I didn't know about it either, until Evelyn mentioned it later and you confirmed it."
"There's always some society matron willing to dish the dirt," Dave averred. "I've dealt with that type enough in my legal career."
"They think it makes them bigger people to have dirt on others," I agreed. "Information is power."
"What about Myers?" Matt Triplett pressed. "He's persona non grata around here. I know you told him not to come back until you called him back. I think folks in Seattle heard that!" he laughed.
Dex smiled, embarrassed. "Well, his behavior reflects badly on the Corps and on me. He really pissed me off with his attitude."
"You're just a kid and he's a lifer, Dex," Dave pointed out. "I'm sure he'll get nailed, though."
"If the Colonel keeps his word, he'll be shipped back to the States tomorrow, with his household goods and family to follow," Dex revealed. "The Colonel knows his butt's in a sling. He hasn't moved rapidly enough on getting us another officer here, he approved my leave without rotating someone in here while I was gone (even temporarily), and the Myers has a habit of bad behavior when he's been hittin' the sauce."
"And they posted him to a consulate with that kind of record? What were they thinking?" Matt thundered.
"He's nearly at the 20-year mark, and they thought it would be a nice way for him to exit the Marine's. His record has been spotless since he got married ten years ago," Dex explained. "I think he'll get a reprimand (probably not to his permanent file), and be told that he WILL retire when his 20 years are up in August. It would be a shame to trash nearly 20 years of good service when he's so close to retirement."
"Let me know when the Colonel decides. I'll talk it over with Evie and see if she's satisfied with it. If not, it goes to State," Matt said firmly.
"I forgot to mention," Dex sighed, "the Colonel will be flying in tomorrow to offer his personal apologies to you and Mrs. Triplett for the bad behavior of one Marine. He does feel very badly about this, Sir."
"Well, as long as we never see Myers again, that may be enough. But, right now, that's up to Evie."
"I'll make sure that the Colonel understands that, Sir."
We turned to more neutral, but interesting topics. Matt and Leonard hadn't heard about our European trip and the holidays (including New Year's at John and Cynthia's), so we spent an hour going through that, again. Matt was as proud as any father would be that Dex was a big hit at the party, just by being himself. "He's a charmer," Matt laughed. "Evie sure loves him."
"All the ladies do," Dave confirmed. "I can't even begin to compete when he's in the room."
"You're already taken. Remember?" I put in.
"It's still an ego-rush," Dave asserted.
"Before I'm embarrassed to a shocking shade of red, I'll retire for the evening. I'm on duty early tomorrow morning," Dex said. He shook everyone's hand, winked at us, and strode from the room.
"So, what are your plans for your stay?" Matt smiled.
"We'd like to be doing the tourist thing we had hoped to do when we were here last time. But, the weather is foul and the trees and flowers aren't out," I volunteered.
"So, we'll probably head home. As 'gentlemen of leisure', this was a spur-of-the- moment trip, anyway. Our volunteer organizations have been leaning on us for support, too," Dave added.
"You sure you can't stay longer. I know Evelyn would love the company," Matt nearly begged.
"You two have enough on your plate right now. The Colonel will be here tomorrow and we'll be underfoot," I pointed out. "And our many adoring fans at home miss us."
Matt laughed. "I'm sure you have many."
We headed back to our guest quarters. Dave pushed the door open and stopped. A low wattage table lamp was on next to the bed. Lying face down on the bed was Dex, his round ass bathed in golden light. Two chocolates rested on his melon buns. "A mint before retiring?" he whispered. We shut the door behind us. "A full-service establishment," he added. "That is, I'm expecting full service."
"Something tells me, our young Captain won't be getting much sleep tonight," Dave snickered.
"I certainly hope not," Dex agreed. We slowly crawled on to the bed, stripping clothes off with each movement. We gobbled up the candy, licking off the melted chocolate from his smooth buns. Dave was first to spread Dex's butt cheeks and lick the length of the Marine's ass canyon. I moved forward and pushed my hard dick between Dex's willing lips. "I love being serviced at both ends," he smiled as he deep-throated me.
After a few minutes, Dave pulled Dex into a doggie-style position. I handed him lube and a condom. "Save some of that ass for me," I insisted.
"We have all night, remember?" Dex groaned as he felt the big head of Dave's monster meat slide against the Marine's tight hole. "And I plan on getting dick in my ass the entire night!"
"If anything happens, they'll be looking for you in your quarters and you won't be there," I cautioned.
"I'll take the risk," he moaned and grimaced as the first three inches of Dave's horsedick slipped inside him. There was no risk (except, perhaps, getting fucked to death). More dick disappeared into the eager Marine from the back and the front. I reached under Dex's chest and pulled slowly on his erect nipples. He groaned and lunged forward, impaling himself on my dripping phallus. Dave pulled him back, skewering him on more inches of thick man meat.
Deciding that Dex needed more stimulation and I needed less, I moved beneath him. Gyrating around until we were in a 69 position, I watched Dave fuck him slowly. I reached for Dex's nips, grateful that I was on the bottom (hopefully, not cumming quite so quickly). Twisting and pulling on his nips, I licked lightly at the hungry Marine's dripping dickhead. Sweet precum oozed from the piss slit each time Dave hit bottom and withdrew nearly all 11" of his obsidian fuck stick. Dex backed on to each forward thrust from Dave and went down hard on my upright organ. He groaned with delight. More precum spilled from his dickhead, probably matching the flow from mine. Dex was a very accomplished cocksucker.
Dave's dick slipped out when he withdrew, slapping his abs loudly. "Fuck! I'm so close to cumming," he murmured.
"Then, stick it back inside and fuck me, Man!" Dex insisted. Returning to blowing me, he wiggled his butt at Dave.
"Then, stop milking my dick, Marine!" Dave nearly shouted. "You know I can't hold back when you do that." I felt Dex smile around my wet dick, but I doubt that he heeded Dave. Again, Captain Garvey groaned when all 11" of Dave's stallion dick sliced into him.
"Cum in my ass, Man! Ride me!" Dex begged. He pushed back again into Dave, pulling his own dick slightly out of my mouth. When Dave shoved forward, Dex's sweet 8" dick slid down my throat. It seemed to have grown harder and the head thicker. "Ah, Man!" Dex gargled around my dick. Volley after volley of dick gravy sprayed from the swollen head and squirted down my throat. I pulled back, feeling the head pump more jizz across my tongue, sweet as I'd remembered it.
The added squeezing and milking of Dave's dick (as Dex climaxed) pushed the big black dick deeply into the Marine, and caused Dave to shudder uncontrollably. Dex's body rocked as Dave collapsed on to Dex's back, flopping like a fish out of water. But, Dave's hips still bucked wildly, flooding the protective condom with his baby batter.
I swallowed and nursed contentedly on Dex's dick, savoring the nutty flavor of his load. Dave pulled slowly out of the Marine's ass, his dick wagging up and down with each rapid heartbeat. I pulled down the hard, dark dick and bit the tip of the condom. Cum flooded into my mouth as I stripped the used rubber with one fist. Cum pigs never get enough.
"Damn! What a fuck!" Dex exulted. "You need a boyfriend?" he laughed. "I'm sure Mike won't mind."
"Get your own, Marine!" I grinned, swallowing one last time.
"Then, pimp for me. You must know someone who's single and needs a tight, Marine ass to fuck regularly."
"We don't know anyone in Vancouver," Dave pointed out.
"I won't be in the Marines forever," Dex rejoined, turning about and squatting over my erect dick. My hard 9" slid up his ass easily. A thick 11" dick had spread him very effectively. "Oh, condom!" he finally remembered. Dave quickly handed him one, and Dex rolled it on fast, squatting hungrily, again. "Kiss your boyfriend and work his nips. But, turn your ass toward me, so I can eat your butt while I'm getting fucked," he directed.
Dex's flaccid, cum-dripping dick bounced lazily on my abs as I thrust deeper and harder into the Marine. The moment his tongue and nose descended into Dave's ass trench and pucker, Dex's dick reversed course and got hard. Instead of bouncing up and down on the fleshy post up his ass, he rubbed his butt in a circle, stirring his guts. His noisy slurps and snorts as he ate Dave's ass echoed about the room.
I did my best to long-dick him, wanting to hit his prostate as hard and frequently as I could. As quickly as his dick had recovered, I wondered if there was a chance I could make him cum, again. Working my dick in slow, thrusting motions, I wanted to give Dex a chance to catch up. But, Dave's kisses and nip work were pushing me toward the finish line.
"Gawd! He eats butt good!" Dave exclaimed, then, returned to more passionate kisses on my lips.
"This isn't a race!" I tried to remind them. "Stop trying to make cum so fast!" Dave slowed, but Dex didn't. His amazing ass continued milking me, and fucking himself. The harder he ate Dave's butthole, the more resolute he was in impaling himself. My balls tingled. His ass suddenly felt very tight. I grabbed his hips with both hands and thrust upwards, HARD!
With a strangled groan, I shot a monster load deep into his hungry butt. Dex kicked into overdrive, massaging and munching on my spraying dick with his ass muscles. I kissed Dave hungrily, shouting out a muffled climax.
Dex pulled off my dick, but quickly unrolled the condom, draining the contents before anyone could object. "Hot fuck, Man!" he smiled around Dave's ass.
"After a good rimming like that, I gotta get fucked," Dave protested.
"I'm hard as steel and know I have another load in me," Dex offered. Dave grabbed another condom and handed it to Dex. "This won't take long. Mike almost made me cum when he was fucking me." He put it on quickly, applied a few drops of additional cum that I'd oozed out of my uncovered dick since my condom had disappeared, and leaned forward. The muscular Marine buried his 8" dick in one easy motion. "Damn! You were ready!"
"Just fuck me!" Dave bellowed. Now, it was my turn to provide stimulation to Dave. I turned again and assumed the same 69-position that Dex and I had been in earlier. Dave's dick expanded quickly in my mouth, forcing me to back off. "Yeah, fuck me!" Dave urged. Dex got up on his feet, so he could fuck down into Dave's deep hole, hitting his prostate savagely. The harder Dex pounded, the deeper Dave's dick tried to burrow down my throat. I knew better than to allow that to happen. Much as I'd always wanted to, I couldn't deep-throat his 11" donkey dick.
I didn't have long to wait, though. Dex was right. In under a minute, he was blasting his load for a second time in less than ten minutes. "Keep fuckin' me! I'm close to cumming, again, too!" Dave urged. I gripped his hard dick and stroked as my tongue lashed the sensitive head. He groaned loudly and pushed down my throat. I gagged briefly, but held on. His muscled body jerked and I tasted his first new splash of cum. I sucked harder and was rewarded with more dick gravy.
Dex pulled out laughing. "Fuck, that tickles," he giggled. Dave's ass worked overtime when he was coming: milking, squeezing, and stroking any dick up his butt. His sprays of sperm slowed to a trickle and he rolled off to one side. I continued to nurse on it gently until I was satisfied that I had drained him.
"Best tasting cum anywhere," I smiled.
"I wouldn't know," Dex complained good-naturedly. "You got both loads."
"Rank hath its privileges," I snorted.
"So, who's fuckin' me next?" Dex smiled. "Gotta be Mike. His dick's still hard."
I signed, but grinned. "Well, if you insist..."
For another three hours, we traded blowjobs and butt-fucks. Finally, Dex's ass was too sore to continue. "I'll never get another dick in my ass until I leave the Marines," he groaned.
"We aren't the only queers in Vancouver," I pointed out.
"But, how will I meet any other ones. I sure can't go out to the gay bars here. I'm too recognizable," he protested.
"You're more anonymous than you think. No one in Las Vegas knew you," I ventured. "And no one at home or in Florida."
"But, the local papers have printed my picture a couple of times," he insisted.
"In uniform, no doubt," Dave cut in. "You look much different in civilian clothes."
"Hotter!" I snickered, patting his round, muscle ass. I tongued his tortured ass ring. He moaned and wiggled his ass back in my face.
"Feels so good. When I get this well fucked, I wish you didn't have such big dicks," he sighed. "What am I saying? I've lost my mind!" he laughed.
"I guess you'll just have to suck us off, then," Dave leered, waving his monster in Dex's face.
"Damn! You guys make me so horny," he groaned, licking at Dave's dripping phallus. "Mike, add more lube and fuck me. I gotta get dick in my butt, again." Smearing lube on the condom and on his butthole, I pressed forward. "Oh, yeah, nice fuckin' dick!" I rode him slowly, scooping more lube into his pink hole occasionally. Stirring his insides with my hard post, I slowly fucked him in easy motions.
However, Dave wasn't so careful. He plowed Dex's throat, enjoying the lack of gag reflex that Dex often demonstrated. The closer Dave got to his climax, the faster he face-fucked the young Marine. Knowing that Dex's ass was tender, I sped up, too. But, Dave was blasting his load before I could get much going. After all, I'd shot three loads already. I didn't know if I had a fourth one in me. Dex's ass knew better. With the practiced moves of a true bottom, Dex had my dick spraying the condom within seconds of Dave's shooting wads of cream.
I pulled out slowly, trying to spare Dex's ass. He groaned when I exited. "Damn, I'm gonna miss that dick," he smiled, wiping an errant strand of Dave's cum from his chin. "Both of them, for that matter."
"When can you take leave, again?" I asked.
"Yeah, we're available for this sweet butt," Dave confirmed, running his big hands over the Marine's, round, melon buns. "Don't you wanna see Tom, again?"
"He was fun and came a lot, but I don't think we really connected."
"You need someone who's more of a sex pig. Right?" I smiled.
"Uh, well, yeah!" he grinned back, blushing.
"And more of a top?" Dave ventured.
"Of course."
"Dex, you're a major stud," I said. "Big muscles, big man, hot ass, big dick, handsome, a delight to be with, funny, a real catch. It'll be hard to find someone to top that!"
"I don't need someone to top my physical characteristics; just someone to fuck my face and ass a few times a day. That's not asking too much, is it?" he laughed.
"The ratios aren't in your favor. They're something like nine to one, bottoms outnumbering tops," Dave answered.
"But, you'll still pimp for me, won't ya?" he reminded us. "I want a real man and, if I find him soon, I'll dump the Corps and move in with him! But, you gotta do it in the next few months before I make a fatal decision and re-up for more years."
"How much leave do you still have?" I asked, again.
"Another 20 days."
"Well, if we do find a hot top who happens to be single and looking, we'll give you a call or drop some e-mail in your direction," I added hopefully. "We do have his e- mail address, don't we, Dave?"
He nodded to the affirmative. "But, how private is this e-mail account?"
"It isn't a Marine Corps account, so it's pretty private. I clean out my mailbox all the time. Send me pix, if you like," he grinned. "Something scandalous will do!"
"I've been threatening to get out the digital camera and take some pictures of Mike with his legs over my shoulders and my dick up his ass," Dave guffawed.
"You do and you're dead meat!" I protested.
"But, it's only a threat," Dave replied.
"Do it, Dave! I'd love to see that picture!" Dex exulted.
"How about if I take a picture of Dave with my dick up HIS ass?" I suggested.
"Oh, I like that, too!" Dex agreed.
"Not on your life!" Dave pounced.
"Then, take it at an angle so your face doesn't show!" Dex pursued. "Or one with his dick, slick from being up your ass, cum all over your back, Dave. How about that?"
"No WAY!" Dave said. "Besides, I'm not wasting his load on my back. I want it deep in my ass!" he laughed.
"Oh, you two make me sick! All that barebacking and I don't get any of it."
"Just find the right man and you can bareback all the time," I assured him.
"Then, you'd better start pimping for me right away."
I turned to Dave. "The guy needs it, BAD!" I grinned. "You know, I was thinking on this the other day. We haven't had much of a chance to talk to the coaches about last year's crop of players or even the coming season. Maybe, they know of a hot, big, muscled guy who loves to fuck."
"Oh, that works for me!" Dex exploded. "Big football players have always been a weakness of mine."
"Pig!" I laughed.
"What's your point?" Dex laughed back at me.
"Takes one to know one," Dave added.
Dex left our room at 3:00 a.m. We didn't bother to get out of bed until ten the next morning. Dex was on duty and looked fresh as a daisy. "Youth does have advantages over the aged," he grinned at us.
After lunch with Matt and Evelyn, we loaded up the car for the trip home. After saying our good-byes, we went looking for Dex. We found him in his office, buried in paperwork. "Come see us, soon, Dex. You know we love you," Dave grinned, giving him a big hug and kiss. I copied Dave's hug and kiss, but added a grope (front and back, patting his round ass and squeezing his lengthening dick).
"You're gonna make me spot my slacks," he protested weakly.
"So, let me blow you to take care of that," I offered.
"Incorrigible!" Dave laughed.
"I love you guys," the handsome Marine grinned. "You sure you don't need a houseboy, upstairs maid, pool boy, slut?"
"Tempting as the offer is," I smirked, "I think we'd be better off finding you a husband. Besides, with you around, neither of us would ever get fucked again."
"I can learn that skill," Dex said with an evil grin.
"Tramp!" I laughed.
"Anything to get my way," Dex replied.
As we approached the U.S. border, I turned to Dave and said, "You know, I think I might have a prospect for Dex. He's a guy I know at home. Thinks he's an exclusive top. But I know better."
"Meaning?"
"He's a top, but he does bottom," I replied. "Just not the exclusive top that he portrays himself to be. He squeals like a pleasure piggy when you're banging his brains out, though." Dave raised one questioning eyebrow. "Ken's one of those guys that has his whole masculine persona wrapped up in which role he takes."
"And why haven't I met this number before?"
"Oh, no particular reason," I assured him. "I prefer my men more versatile than he is, so I don't include him on my list of fuck buddies."
"When did you last speak with him? He could be married by now."
"Entirely possible," I agreed. "It's been a couple of years. He's a nice guy, has a big dick, and there are lots of hungry bottoms in this town."
"How big?"
"Size queen!"
"Answer the question."
"Oh, probably about my size. That's one of the reasons he let me fuck him. He wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked by his big dick," I smiled. "That, and I ate his ass so well that he couldn't help himself."
"I know that feeling!" he laughed.
"Where's your cell phone? I should call him now."
"In the suitcase, in the trunk."
"Oh. Well, we'll have to stop anyway when we get to the border, so I'll just hop out and get it then."
With at least 20 cars ahead of us waiting in line, I had plenty of time to find the phone in the trunk and complete the call. I wasn't sure I'd reached him when I got the recorder. It was certainly his voice, but the name was different. So, I left a message, asking him to call me. I added that I had a really nice guy in mind for him to meet, IF he weren't married. Additionally, I asked about the change in name. (If he's going to change his name, he's heard the question before.)
But, as I reflected on it, I figured out what was going on. "You're gonna love this," I smiled as we inched forward toward the border. "Ken's changed his name to Allen, probably his middle name." Again, Dave raised a questioning eyebrow. "His name's Ken Dahl." I spelled the last name.
Dave chuckled. "No wonder he changed his name. He must be mercilessly teased about it."
"The resemblance ends with the name," I said. "Ken's probably 5'10", weighs about 160 or so, kind of a swimmer's body, big shoulders, perfect pecs, and a dick that's real nice. There's some black in his ancestry, demonstrated by his thick, kissable lips, somewhat flat nose, and dark, BIG dick."
"So, invite him over to fuck us. I know you like black dick."
"And so do you!"
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