All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 98--Party Preparations
We showered, again. I'm sure the straight guys thought we were clean freaks, but we couldn't have cared less about their opinion on anything.
Instead of heading home, we went to the grocery store for a few, last-minute items for dinner and to restock our champagne "cellar." I picked out fresh cilantro and parsley for the salad, while Dave selected tomatoes and jicama to add color, flavor, and crunch. Together, we strolled into the wine department. Jason was bending over an order sheet, scribbling notes in one of the columns. Dave slipped up behind him, embraced him from the rear, grinding his heavy crotch into Jason's ass. "Oh, yeah!" Jason moaned leaning back into the hug. "Gotta be Dave," he grinned turning his head to confirm his conclusion. "No one else packs as much sausage as you do, Man!" he whispered, melting into Dave's arms.
"What would your husband say?" Dave smiled, kissing him on the cheek.
"Next?" Jason laughed.
"Probably," I agreed. "Randy isn't shy as I recall."
Dave released his grip. "Aw, shucks! I was hoping for a little more," he pouted, but smiling. "But, anymore would scandalize the customers," he sighed, embracing me and giving me a peck on the cheek. "So, what can I get for you boys, or is this just a social call?" he winked, lightly (and surreptitiously) caressing Dave's bulging crotch.
"Getting low on champagne, again," I said, leaning in to break them up, and getting my own dick caressed for my trouble. "You know what winos we've become," I added dancing away.
"I think you've always been winos. I've only cultivated the obvious," Jason demurred. "So, what class of bubbly do you need to refill?"
"Well, I think we need another case of the mid-range stuff," Dave said, wandering off in the direction of the champagne shelves.
"Make that a couple of cases," I corrected. "We have a couple of parties coming up."
"Big one, chilling in the back," whispered Jason out of Dave's earshot. I nodded knowingly.
"I'll pick it up tomorrow afternoon," I whispered back.
"We have some new vintages coming in, Dave," Jason remarked chasing after my boyfriend. "But, some of these, I don't have more than a case. And for mid-range you mean about $20 a bottle or so?" Dave nodded absently, scanning the labels of several domestic champagnes. "In that case, how about this one?" He held up a magnum bottle of Roederer Estate Brut. "It has a clean finish, rich and toasty up front, with citrus, pears, and herbs rounding it out. And a good buy at $40 for the magnum." We didn't bite. "Okay, cheapskates, how about this magnum of Chandon Brut Classic at $30 a bottle. It has bright, lemony, crisp finish without being too acidic, and best of class and two gold medals in bubbly competitions this year."
"How much do you have of this?" I asked.
"Uh, only a case. So, let's add the Pacific Echo Brut at $15 a standard bottle. This one is creamier, a little sweeter for your friends who prefer that. And I have three cases of that available," Jason concluded.
"We'll take one of each," Dave decided. "If we like either or both, we'll let you know, so you can order more for us for next week."
"Fair enough. Let me get them from the cooler. Keep these in the basement, boys," he tossed over his shoulder. "They shouldn't be stored at room temperature."
"Whatever," Dave muttered. "We'll be drinking them tomorrow!"
After writing down the price (less the 10% case discount) on a sales slip, Jason sent us on our way, with a last minute wink to me. I hope he found a good champagne, too, not just a big bottle of it.
"Did you call Scott about a new house?" I asked as we drove home.
"Nothing new," Dave sighed. "I wonder if we'll ever find what we want."
"It's a seller's market, Dave," I cautioned. "Interest rates are at or near 30 year lows. Houses turn over fast, even in our elevated price range. And we're particular in what we want."
"I know, but it doesn't make it any easier to wait."
The Beemer was already in front of the house when we got home. Conrad and Max were napping upstairs. Jet lag isn't pretty, we remembered. It's a nine-hour time differential between Europe and the West Coast (well, eight hours from London). Still, that's a big adjustment for your body to make in one day.
We put the champagne in the basement, chilling in an insulated ice chest. Although it was Dave's birthday tomorrow, he still wanted to help. Most of the preparations had to happen tomorrow, so I diverted him to preparing food for dinner tonight. I hadn't decided yet how I was going to get that big bottle of champagne into the house without Dave knowing it. Just disappearing to the store for a few minutes would raise his suspicions.
I decided to ask Conrad and Max, or Jed and Preston pick it up. On second thought, getting Gene and Curt to retrieve it and chill it at their place would be even better! I made a mental note to involve them in my nefarious plans this evening at dinner. And if they couldn't do it, Gary and Robert would. But, I'd ask Curt and Gene first, as it was less distance to carry that monster bottle.
As Dave worked on a fresh, tossed salad, I moved in behind him, hugging his hard body. "You sure make me happy," I whispered. "You're the best friend and best fuck I've ever had."
He wiggled his high, round ass back into my crotch and squeezed his hard buns. "This salad ain't gonna fix itself," he whispered back, clutching at my hard dick more intently with his ass. My hands slid down his torso and unbuttoned his walking shorts. I cupped his expanding dick with one hand, but slipped the other one inside his underwear. Stroking his expanding dick, I worked several drops of precum from the throbbing head. Dave moaned with appreciation. "I'll give you forever to stop that," he rasped lustily.
My fingers rose to his lips, offering him a taste of his precum. He greedily gobbled it up. Thrusting my hips forward, he could feel my hardness. With my right hand (the left one still stroking and milking his 11" throbber), I pushed his pants and underwear to his knees and freed my own dick. "Bend over the counter," I directed. "I gotta eat that ass before my hard dick can get in there."
He pushed my hand away from his dick and jacked a couple of times, then, smeared precum around his butthole. "As much as you leak, I'm not worried about it," he smiled over his shoulder. "But, I'm not one to turn down a good rimming, either," he chuckled. As I fell to my knees, Dave smeared more precum on his pucker. "But, don't take too long eatin' my ass," he added. "I really need to get fucked."
Between his ardor to get fucked and the throbbing hardness of my dick, I gave him one of the fastest rim jobs in history. Standing again, I pushed my swollen dickhead against his wet hole and entered slowly. "Damn! This is so good!" I groaned.
"You should be on this end of it," Dave agreed. "You always feel so good up my ass. I love being a bottom for you."
"Don't get used to it," I warned, sinking into his depths. "I need your horsedick in my ass more than you think."
"Sounds like we're a couple of bottoms to me," Dave laughed, then, moaned again as I withdrew, raking my big dickhead over his prostate rapidly. I long-dicked him a few seconds, then, pulled out several inches until his joy button was hit repeatedly in short jabs. "Fuck, Mike! You trying to make me cum?" Dave wondered, screwing himself back on to my pounding dick and milking me mercilessly.
"You're the one that's doing the cum-draining work on my dick," I countered. "You got me right on the edge already!"
"You keep workin' my prostate like that and I'll be creamin' the salad," he cautioned.
But, I was already over the edge. His milking ass channel relentlessly massaged my dick, coaxing my big nuts to kick a full load up his eager butt. "Ah, FUCK! Cumming!" I croaked. I wanted to short-dick Dave's ass and make him cum by pounding on his love nut. But, my need to breed took over and I long-dicked him instead, going for maximum pleasure. I spray and whitewashed his insides with my baby sauce.
My long strokes hit his prostate less frequently, but they did hit it. As my last climax waves shuddered through my body, Dave frantically stroked his jerking member. I pulled quickly from his ass and spun him around. I batted his hand away and slipped a finger up his clenching asshole. My mouth covered the precum-slickened head and lashed it with my tongue. Dave's hips rocketed forward and his body jerked in a climax spasm. "Oh, SHIT!" he bellowed.
His monster opened fire, bathing the back of my throat and my molars in creamy sperm. My inserted finger up his ass wiggled against his prostate. He bucked again and more cum shot into my sucking mouth. I swallowed greedily and sucked hard, wanting more of his delicious dick gravy. The double stimulation of a finger waving against his joy button and my warm sucking mouth on his dick emptied Dave's heavy nuts. But, I had to swallow twice more to capture it all.
"Fuckin' HOT!" a voice over my shoulder moaned. Max and Conrad had joined us in the kitchen. Dave's eyes had been screwed shut as he climaxed and my back had been turned to them, so we didn't even know they were there. Conrad was plowing Max's ass hard as Max had lustily commented on our rutting.
Startled, I turned, leaving Dave's hard dick oozing its last drops of cum. Conrad punched hard into Max and shuddered. His climax had overtaken him, too. Max straightened up and pushed his ass hard into Conrad's bucking hips. The airline steward's right hand flew over his dick, wanting to squirt his load as his partner did. Knowing Max was close, I narrowed the distance between us with my mouth open. Cum dribbled weakly from his swollen dickhead as my lips closed over the tip. Conrad rammed his lover hard, or Max felt my lips on his dick and wanted to bury his dick deep. Either way, I got a mouthful of Max's dick and cum. I sucked feverishly, cupping his balls and enjoying his dick liquor.
Dave fell to his knees behind me and rubbed his dripping dick along my ass trench, enjoying the belated friction that I usually give him as his last drips of cum leak into my ass or down my throat. I felt stickiness on my tailbone and in my ass canyon as Dave humped my ass. If my butt had been lubed up, he'd have fucked me for sure.
Dave aborted my babies again, then, joined me in the shower for another quick rinse. Max and Conrad did the same upstairs. By the time I'd marinated the chicken and put it in the refrigerator to rest, Jed and Preston returned from their "meeting" with Donnie and Trevor. They looked totally fucked out. With wan smiles, they carefully sat in the sunroom with us. After introductions, we pried out of them what they'd been doing with Dave's brother and his lover.
"Fucked to death," Jed smiled contentedly. "Your brother, Dave, has amazing stamina. He fucked all of us, pumping a load up each butt in less than an hour. The man's a sperm bank!"
"And Trevor eagerly took our loads. I'm still amazed that such a hot stud would be a bottom for us," Preston threw in.
"He knows what he likes," Dave grinned. "Just like we do."
"Yeah, you should have seen these two in the kitchen half an hour ago. They were fuckin' like rabbits!" Conrad exclaimed. Of course, that required the retelling of what we'd been caught doing.
"Wish we'd been here," Preston sighed. "I'd have been workin' any exposed dick."
"Or ass!" cackled his brother.
"I can tell I already like you two," Conrad pronounced. "I'm sure we'll get along just fine upstairs tonight."
"Mike told us some delightful details about the two of you, too," Jed smirked. "I can't wait to find out how much of it's true." He paused for a moment, then, added, "But, not right now. Donnie pounded my ass more that I thought was possible."
"You'll really like what I'm gonna do to you, then," leered Conrad.
"So we've heard," Preston smiled. "And if my OLD brother can't deal with it, I sure can. Experience does make a difference."
"Just give me some time to recharge my batteries. I'll be fine," countered Jed. "Besides, we aren't being very gracious guests, excluding Mike and Dave like this."
"Don't worry about us," Dave interjected. "We're very good at self-entertaining."
"I'll just bet you are," quipped Jed. "How long have you been together now?"
"Two years coming up Friday," I answered.
"I knew your anniversary was soon, but I didn't remember how many years Preston told me it was," Jed said.
"And they still fuck like newlyweds," Max attested.
We blushed.
"What can we do to help with dinner?" Conrad volunteered.
"Yeah, what can we run to the store for?" added Preston.
"Everything's under control," I assured them. "Just sit and relax. Dinner will be in a couple of hours. So, we could start the cocktail hour now or wait for our other dinner guests."
"And they are?" Jed pressed.
"Gene and Kurt..."
"Oh, yum!" Max and Conrad cried together.
I smiled knowingly. "And Gary and Robert. Both couples are neighbors. And as you can tell, Max and Conrad have already met Kurt and Gene."
"Have we ever!" Max grinned.
Conrad and Max regaled the Utah brothers with a salacious tale of last night's debauchery with our oversexed neighbors. They were anxious to meet the described muscle gods. At the same time, Max wondered about our other neighbors (Robert and Gary) and how friendly they might be. "We wouldn't want to monopolize Kurt and Gene to ourselves, after all," Conrad smiled. Dave and I convinced them that either couple would be more than happy to bed either of our houseguest couples.
"In fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if Mike and I were left alone tonight," Dave grinned.
"Not a chance!" Max spoke up.
"Nice of you to say so, but our neighbors can be very persuasive," I retorted.
"And you'll be here for another week," Dave added. "There'll be plenty of time for other bedroom games."
By now, it was time to start dinner. As I prepared the marinated chicken, Dave created a cheese sauce to go on the fresh broccoli. Conrad opened a bottle of wine and poured glasses for everyone. Having polished off one bottle, he was preparing to open another when the doorbell rang.
Robert and Gary had arrived with a magnum of champagne to celebrate Dave's birthday early. I directed Preston to where we stored our champagne bucket and Jed added ice. Dave and I handed our glasses of wine to Gary and Robert saying that we'd be busy with dinner preparations and probably wouldn't get to our wine before everyone else was ready for champagne. Within another fifteen minutes, their wine glasses were drained and champagne flutes were lined up on the counter. "Be sure to add two more," I suggested. "I know our other neighbors will want some bubbly when they get here."
As if on cue, Gene and Kurt cruised through the back door, smiling. And made a beeline to the champagne flutes. We toasted to everyone's good health and especially to Dave's impending birthday.
During dinner, conversations ranged around the table, with five couples joining in whichever interesting topic was nearby. But, within a few minutes, it was obvious that Dave's prediction would come true. Robert and Gary invited Max and Conrad down for a nightcap, and Kurt and Gene wanted to show Preston and Jed their newly remodeled kitchen and other rooms. We shooed them out the door and sighed. If they chose to come back later, they had keys, so they could let themselves in.
As we cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen, the phone rang. Jerrod apologized for the late call and interrupting our time with our out-of-town guests, but wanted to confirm the times for our party tomorrow and the anniversary party at the gay strip club downtown. I assured them that they weren't interrupting anything as our guests were being well treated by neighbors. With Dave on the extension, we explained that our guests had been spirited away, willingly, of course.
"Good!" Jerrod laughed. "We didn't know how we were going to get you into our bed this week with all the parties and guests you have. Why not join us tonight?"
"Well," I began, "they do have their own keys and could come back anytime they chose..."
"Good, it's settled," Jerrod insisted. "We'll expect you in no more than 30 minutes."
I left notes in each of our guest's bedrooms in case they came back early and wondered what had happened to us. Hurriedly, we finished cleaning the kitchen and loading the dishwasher. Grabbing light jackets, we headed out the door and would soon be in the arms of our best, newest fuck buddies.
With Dave's better sense of direction and memory for places already visited, he drove us over. Jerrod and Darren greeted us at the back door as we pulled into their driveway. Clearly, they were glad to see us. Neither had anything on, other than a hard- on! "We wanted to get an early start," Jerrod explained, pulling me into his muscular arms; Darren was even warmer in his greeting to Dave. He tugged Dave's clothes off before we got inside the door.
"Eager, aren't we?" Dave laughed. Without saying anything, Darren confirmed Dave's observation. He had Dave's pants down and was nuzzling Dave's fully stretched underwear. In another ten seconds, even that article of clothing had been pushed below the knees. Darren was hungry for dick! He licked the head of Dave's expanding, black pole, sucking off two drops of precum.
That was the end of my knowledge of what was happening between them. Jerrod had pulled my pants and shorts down and had me bent over the kitchen counter, his face deep in my ass. I heard Dave moan, "Fuck! Feels so good to be deep throated." I swiveled my head and saw Darren munching on Dave's pubes with the same gusto that his lover was eating my ass and spreading my butt cheeks with his big hands.
"I love it when you two bareback," Jerrod whispered huskily. "Your ass is so delicious that way."
"Well, Dave did have his way with me at the gym earlier today," I acknowledged.
Darren pulled off Dave's 11" monster long enough to ask if he should go mining up Dave's ass for my recent load. Dave only grinned and I blushed. "Yeah! Turn around, Dave, and assume the position!" Darren insisted. Dave eagerly complied. It's no secret how much he loves to have his butt rimmed.
Slurping and sucking on Dave's ass, Darren was a sex pig in sex heaven. "Damn!" he sighed after a few moments. "This ass has gotta sit on my face for a few hours! Upstairs, big boy!"
"You realize that if you eat my ass like that, you'll have to fuck me," Dave grinned over his shoulder as he was pushed up the curving staircase to the upper floor. His sex partner only grinned back.
Jerrod was just as urgent as he pushed me along behind them, but detoured me into an adjacent bedroom. "You're getting the same treatment," he leered as he closed the door behind us and disrobed quickly. Jerrod's need to breed was bluntly obvious. His monstrous 12" dick pulsed and dripped as he strode toward me.
"But, what about this?" I asked coquettishly, grabbing his horsedick with both hands.
"You'll get that later. I need your ass and Dave's load first!" He flopped onto the bed on his back and pulled my butt into his face. His gargantuan fuck post jerked heavily above his navel, dribbling more precum. I couldn't let that go to waste. I bend over and licked up the spilled, clear fluid, then, sought the source. Sucking hungrily, I squashed his marshmallow-like, spongy dickhead against the roof of my mouth. Several more drops of delicious precum coated my tongue. However, in that position my ass was spread and Jerrod took advantage of it, drilling deeply with his tongue and lapping up more of Dave's creamy load.
Within another thirty seconds, Jerrod moaned and thrashed, thrusting his hips upwards. He flooded my mouth with his dick gravy in huge spurts and sprays. I'm a good cocksucker, but I'm not THAT good. It was probably a combination of eating my ass and tongue-work on his dick.
"Been a while since you got off?" I gasped a minute later, having drained his black lizard down my throat.
"No, this morning with Darren. Why?"
"That was one huge load you shot off," I explained.
"I had help," he giggled.
"I'm not that good at suckin' dick," I countered. "You were hot to get it on."
"And I love rimming a hot, hairy asshole like yours," he grinned. "Getting some of Dave's cum was an added bonus."
I rolled out of our 69-position and waved my hard dick at him. "What are we gonna do about this?"
He smiled broadly and pulled his legs into his broad chest. "Pump me full of cum?"
"Where's the lube?" I wondered aloud.
"Use your tongue! You know how much I love it almost dry. And you gotta lot of precum dripping, so that'll be even better," he added.
"Uh, there's only one thing wrong with that brilliant idea," I groused. "I'll be wearing a condom and my precum isn't gonna be lubing your love tunnel."
"Oh, fuck! You're such a spoil sport," he sighed. He handed me a condom from the nightstand, along with a pump bottle of lube. "One of these days, we're gonna fuck bareback and we're both gonna love it," he predicted.
"We'll have to discuss it with those other two rutting donkeys in the next room," I gestured over my left shoulder. "I think they might wanna know what you're planning."
"You mean you'd do it?"
"If all parties agreed, yeah. Why not!"
"Kewl!" he exploded, bouncing out of bed. "Let's go ask them."
"Uh, maybe you should take care of this first?" I indicated, waving my hard dick at him, again. "There's lots more where this next load is gonna come from, and I don't think we really wanna interrupt their mating just, yet."
"You silver-tongued devil, you!" he laughed and bounded back to bed, resuming his "helium-heels" position. My lubed condom slipped easily up his ass. He moaned appreciatively. "Just like Darren's. He's got such a sweet dick!"
"Yeah, but his is curved and hits all those special places better than my straight one does," I corrected.
"Maybe, but you got a bigger head on your dick and that makes up for it. It hits my joy button real nice," he crooned. "I know it'll feel even better when the condom comes off and that big head can hit me even harder."
"Gotta convince the other two first," I cautioned.
"Darren's ready for it. He's already brought it up. He loves Dave's big dick up his butt. That curve in Dave's dick hits him where mine doesn't."
"But, yours is thicker and longer," I pointed out.
"Well, it does hit some spots that Dave doesn't, but that curve sure makes Darren hungry to get fucked."
"I know what he means," I grinned. "It does feel awfully good in my ass, too." Meanwhile, we'd been slowly rutting. My long-dicking motion caused several deeply felt groans of pleasure. And his big hands on my ass directed me to the spots that he loved to have rubbed and pumped. He's what I call an aggressive bottom, showing you how he wants to be fucked.
"Yeah, Man! Fuck that ass. Feels so good to be dicked like this," he moaned.
"You keep milkin' my dick like that and this'll be a very short ride."
"There's more where that came from. Remember?" he smiled up at me. "Besides, I love how you pound my ass just as you start to cum. You really let loose!"
"I lose control and go with the call of the male need to pump jizz," I laughed back at him. "It isn't conscious."
"You can pump my black ass anytime that dick gets hard. I only wish that you and Darren were here all the time," he sighed wistfully. "Oh, to be fucked by two hot, furry white boys, big dick's pounding my ass several times a day."
"Hungry bottom, aren't we?" I grinned.
"I know what I like," he weakly defended.
"And I like this horsedick of yours," I added, grabbing his flaccid, but still lengthy member. "While Darren fucks your ass, I can sit on it and get what I need!"
"Clever idea, boy," Jerrod answered. "But, Dave's gonna want a piece of that tail, too."
"He'll be busy pumping your boyfriends ass," I countered.
"He wouldn't give up this sweet bootie of yours for anything," he smiled, patting my round ass. "He ain't nobody's fool!"
His hungry ass had been slyly massaging my dick as I'd been long-dicking him. Jerrod's big hands continued to direct my thrusts to where he most wanted them. His tight, controlling ass tunnel chewed on my pumping fuck-stick. A flash signal from my hard dick hit my brain suddenly. "Ah, FUCK!" I moaned. My slow, long strokes became history. My hips power-fucked his ass. I felt my nuts kick hard and my dick jerk. "FUCK!" I bellowed and slammed hard into him, jamming another thrust as the second climax wave raced over me. Jerrod hung on, rotating and grinding his ass into my pistoning hips, relishing the swollen, sperm-spraying dick in his ass.
"Yeah, Man! Fuck my ass!" he encouraged. "Breed my black butt!"
Shuddering to a stop, my climax abated slowly. Jerrod held me tightly against his upturned ass. I collapsed on to his broad chest. A warm hand stroked my back as the other one played with my quivering, occasionally pumping ass.
"Damn!" I whispered weakly. "That one sure sneaked up on me."
"Those are the best kind," he assured me. "You cum harder when that happens. And that sure makes my black ass happy."
"You're such a pig. You're as bad as Dave," I grinned, kissing him fully on his dark lips. "And a hot fuck, just like him, too."
"You bring out the best in me," Jerrod chortled. "Just like Darren does. He knows every button to push on me that there is. He can fuck me and suck me and get me so close to cumming and then back off, delaying a monster load until he's ready for it. But, I love getting even when he's fuckin' me. I get his nut whenever I want it."
"I could tell you've been practicing. That last load you got out of me was sure a surprise! And if I don't pull out right away, the condom will have sprung a leak."
"Would that be so bad?" he grinned up at me.
"I don't think Darren would want you to get pregnant by another man," I laughed, pulling my wilting, condom-clad dick from his ass with a wet plop. "You were right," I added checking the condom. "Darren did fuck you this morning. The condom is streaked with cum."
Jerrod smiled. "I never get enough of that boy's baby sauce. He loves to cum deep inside me, and you know how hard he shoots. Takes me a week to abort all his baby gravy."
"When have you ever gone a week without his dick pumpin' jizz up your ass?" I chuckled. "About as often as Dave and I? Say, NEVER!"
"Caught me," he laughed. "I don't think my ass would ever work again, if I didn't have his cum lubing my back door channel."
"Oh, right. You 'let him' fuck you, because you're afraid your ass won't work correctly if he stops barebackin' that hot, black ass of yours."
"It could happen!" he giggled.
"When pigs fly out your ass!" I countered laughing.
"Well, cum flies out my ass and you just said that Darren's a pig, just like me."
"I said Dave's a pig, just like you."
"Close enough."
I stripped off the spent condom and handed it to Jerrod. I knew there was no point it tossing it in the trash. He'd made it clear on any number of occasions that he wanted to drink it all. He bit the end off and sucked the contents into him mouth.
"Ew! Doesn't the tip taste like shit?" I grimaced.
"Tastes like Darren's cum and yours. Well, a little butthole scent, but nothing worse than rimming a hot butt," he revealed.
"Really?"
"Yeah, wanna try it?" he asked handing me the drained condom.
"Uh, no thanks. I'll take your word for it."
"Pussy!" he murmured.
"Just not my cup of tea," I defended.
"Yet, you eat ass?"
"That's different!"
"Oh?"
I nodded defiantly.
"Explain to me how eating someone else's butthole is different from suckin' on a condom that's been up my own asshole. At least, the condom up my asshole is my shit, if any!"
"It's just different, okay? I eat clean holes."
"Indefensible position," Jerrod smirked. "And you'll never convince me that you've never eaten a ripe butthole, not even Dave's?" He had me there. I'd sniffed and licked at Dave's ass in all kinds of situations. And it hadn't always been freshly showered. "Yeah, thought so," Jerrod added triumphantly. "Next thing you'll be telling me is that you've never tasted your own cum when you rimmed Dave. As often as you two fuck, that's impossible. Don't knock it until you've tried it, Mike."
I was being judgmental about something I knew nothing about. I caved. "You're right, of course. Some guys cringe at the idea of rimming asshole, until they tried it. Then, they're hooked. Well, most of them are. Some don't ever like it, like we do."
"Butt pigs love ass. It's all good!" Jerrod allowed.
"Still, chewing off the end of a condom that's just been up my ass is not something I'm comfortable with. Not yet, anyway," I smiled over at him. "I think I'll stick to my version of emptying it the old fashioned way: upending it!"
We slept soundly until about 4 a.m. I have no idea why I awakened. And I was wide-awake. My hard dick throbbed. Did I have to piss or was I horny? Jerrod lay on his stomach, his head turned away from me. My hand touched his right hip and moved up to his round ass. He didn't stir. I rolled toward him, using the other hand to caress his hard butt. My fingers dipped into the deep ass trench and found the wet, lubed spot that surrounded the deep entrance to his love tunnel. Yeah, I was definitely horny. Maybe, I had to piss, too, but my hard dick convinced me that I had to get off first.
I moved to straddle his hips and he stirred. His butt wiggled invitingly. I aimed my dick between his muscle mounds and pressed toward the deep, wet spot. Meeting a little resistance, I pushed harder. His muscled butt relaxed and I slid in. "Damn! That feels good," Jerrod moaned.
I slowed, but his hungry hole pulled me in. "I just meant to rub my dick against your butthole, not shove it in," I apologized, pulling out.
His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me back in before my dickhead left the tight entrance to his pleasure tunnel. "All the way in," he beckoned. "I wanna feel that big head inside me."
I relented. His ass was so hungry and felt so good. But, my passion for his ass couldn't trump my agreement with Dave. "Sorry, Jerrod, but I promised Dave that I wouldn't bareback anyone but him."
"You've never fucked anyone else bareback?"
I hesitated. "Well, there was Kurt's 18th birthday when we both barebacked him, because I'd promised Kurt earlier that I would. But, Dave was with me!"
"You don't need to cum in my ass. I just wanna feel how good that big dickhead is in my hungry ass. You sure gotta big dick, Mike," he moaned, raising his hips to bury the entire shaft into his welcoming butt.
Pulling out was a struggle, with his strong arms trying to push me back in, but I succeeded. "I promised Dave, Jerrod."
He released his grip. "I'll respect that," he finally agreed. "But, you do feel good in my ass."
"I'd love to fuck you bareback, Jerrod, but not without Dave's permission. I gotta think about it. After all, he'll be fuckin' Darren bareback and probably you, too. That's only fair that he gets to pump you guys bareback, too. And it won't be fair to have it one sided, either," I mused. "You'll be wanting a shot at our butts bareback, too." I sighed. "Dave and I'll have to discuss it."
"We're already good for it," Jerrod grinned in the dark, playing with my painfully hard, dripping dick. "And if you just wanna fuck us bareback, we're good for that, too. No reciprocation required."
"Fuck! You've got me so turned on," I admitted. "Hand me a condom. I gotta finish what I started."
Gleefully, he handed me the requested item. "No lube's necessary," he grinned. "Shove it in and pound my hole, Mike. Use me!" Of course, he got his wish. Anyone who tells me that I can pound his ass and pump my load had better be sure that's what he wants. That's gotta be my favorite thing to do. Well, except when I'm with Dave. Then, I just wanna make love.
Considering the hour, we were far too noisy. Jerrod was face down on the bed, his ass bouncing up to meet my hard power-fucks into him. Each time his hard ass and my hard abs collided, he groaned loudly and urged me to fuck him harder. I didn't understand how anyone within a mile of the place could have slept through our coupling. As it turned out, Dave and Darren couldn't. They joined us.
"Jerrod's such a bottom," Darren observed dryly.
"So are you," Dave whispered. "I'd never get fucked if you were my boyfriend."
"Your ass is just as nice as Jerrod's and look at all the times I fuck him," he countered. "Besides, could you resist that foot-long hotdog of his?"
I turned my head and smiled, but didn't miss a beat. "You gonna kibitz or join us? And happy birthday, Sweetcheeks," I added. Jerrod's head spun about, wondering whom I was talking to. He smiled when he saw our boyfriends, then, urged me to pump his ass harder. "Hungry fucker, isn't he?" I moaned pleasurably.
"You have no idea!" Darren laughed. They added their birthday wishes, too. "That's why I've been enjoying your boyfriend so much," Darren smiled. "He loves fuckin' my ass over and over again. I never have to flip for him like I do Jerrod."
"Is that such a burden?" Jerrod coughed in rhythm to my hammering thrusts.
"No, Dear," Darren said. "Just observing that Dave's more of a top than you are. And I'm not saying that I don't love fuckin' your ass. As Mike can obviously attest, you do have a very fuckable ass."
"What can we do to help?" Dave wondered climbing on to the bed. "If I'm reading this right, I think Jerrod's dick needs a deep hole to fuck."
"Oh, yeah! Climb beneath me, Dave. I'd love to fuck you," Jerrod urged, moving up to an all-fours position. Dave slipped beneath him (on his stomach, too), with Darren adding a large condom to Jerrod's dripping dick and lube to Dave's butt. "Oh, fuck! That feels so good to have my dick eaten by such a hot ass and getting fucked at the same time."
"One of the benefits of three-ways and four-ways," I observed.
"Anyone need a butt to eat?" Darren asked. "I don't think I can get my dick hard again after all the butt pounding I've been taking from Dave. That man can fuck the cum right outta your nuts!"
I smiled knowingly, and added my voice to a chorus of "Me! Let me eat your ass!"
"Butt pigs!" Darren laughed. "Everyone will get a turn, then," he decided. "Dave gets it first. After all, he's been pounding my hole into mush." He moved on to his back and slipped his butt forward to Dave's face. But, Dave was so crushed by the combined weight of Jerrod and me that he couldn't lift his head enough to do more than sniff Darren's hole."
"That's not working, Baby," Jerrod said. "Turn around and let me suck on that hole for a while. You know how much I love doing that." Darren complied, changing positions and pushing his ass back into his boyfriend's face. "Oh, yeah! Sweet ass!"
I'd resumed pounding the former football player's big muscle ass while Dave mercilessly sucked, munched, massaged, and milked the big black stud's monster dick. Jerrod's muffled, throaty roar punctuated with vice-like grips on my dick announced his reverberating climax. Darren pulled away, recognizing that he'd done his duty there. He looked over his shoulder at me and backed up. "Your turn to eat my ass, Mike."
I did lick his wet ass as best I could. But, Jerrod had already brought me to the brink of my own climax with his hungrily milking butthole, as he spasmed through his overwhelming jizz explosions. Teetering on the edge, I thrust my hard dick deeply and held on to Darren's hard, hairy butt cheeks, spreading them wide with my hands and diving deeper with each glorious jerk of my spraying dick.
"Damn! You eat butt good, Mike! No small wonder Dave loves you," Darren laughed as I bellowed out my climax, a small echo of the roar of Jerrod's.
Breathing heavily, I smiled back at him and withdrew my dick before the condom leaked. "Sorry that I pushed you so hard, but my dick was firing and your ass was just what my mouth needed."
"I enjoyed it!" Darren assured me.
Jerrod and Dave untangled, Dave doing his best to unwind his flattened body. "Next time, I'll try to remember to be on my back. Being on the bottom of a fuckin' dog pile is a sure way to become road pizza!"
We laughed at his description. "Time for a few more hours of sleep," I yawned.
"Can I sleep with my boyfriend for the rest of the night?" Darren asked. "Much as I enjoyed Dave's horsedick up my butt, I really miss that anaconda of Jerrod's."
We quickly agreed with his request. I figured that I'd have a better chance of getting some real sleep with Dave in the bed than I would with the dick-hungry Jerrod. Serves me right for thinking when I'm not used to it. Dave wanted to talk.
"Darren says that he and Jerrod have talked about throwing away the condoms with us. Did Jerrod talk to you about that, too?" he began. I nodded. "Whatcha think?"
"It would be so hot, but we're trusting these guys with our lives, if we do that," I cautioned.
"We could do half a loaf."
"Yeah, Jerrod mentioned that, too. Just barebacking them, but they'd wear condoms to fuck us," I reviewed. "Seems one sided, almost unfair," I added.
"Yeah, it does," he agreed. "But, whatcha think?"
"I feel strongly both ways, Dave," I sighed. "Barebacking with them would be so hot and I know they'd love it. But, it takes away something unique that only we have."
"I hadn't thought of it like that," Dave answered thoughtfully. "We'd still have our lovemaking that we only do with each other. And we'll always have each other. That, no one else has."
"Okay, so what do YOU think, Dave?"
"You know what a sex pig I am. It's hard for me not to just think of the hot sex we'd have with them. And the truth be told, they're taking a much bigger risk than we are. They aren't fuckin' around with anyone, to hear them tell it. And we fuck around with a lot of guys and couples," he added.
"True enough. But, this isn't grading on the curve. This is our lives that we're talking about," I reminded him.
He pondered for a moment. "Have we ever barebacked with anyone where we were the bottoms?"
I reflected for a while. "Even with Kurt, he wore a condom when that big dick fucked us on his birthday. I don't think we ever have, Dave."
"This is a big step," Dave concluded. "I think we should think on it more and discuss it again later."
"What should we tell them? You know they're gonna want to know."
"That's probably the real reason that we're in bed together, rather than the way the sleeping and fucking arrangements were set up earlier," Dave agreed.
"Well...?"
"Tell them that we're thinking about it, but want more time."
"Of course, we're flattered that they trust us so deeply that they are willing to bareback with us as tops, too," I added.
"Yeah, lay that on them, too."
"What would you like for your birthday?" I pressed, again, changing the subject.
"If you answer the same question for you, I'll give you an answer," he grinned.
"You pig! You've been holding out on me."
"Maybe," he laughed.
"I want your big dick in my ass," I finally said.
"You can have that anytime. This is for your birthday, Mike," he punched me on the shoulder. "Something you wouldn't buy for yourself, but you've thought about."
I really didn't have any idea. We had everything we needed. We were rich beyond reason, so the cost was not a factor. We had each other, good friends, families that supported us, and our good health. What else could I ask for? "Okay, how about a weekend away, somewhere romantic, secluded, full of queers?"
"That's an 'us' gift," he reminded me. "Just like a trip to Europe would be. Unless you planned on going by yourself?"
"Not a chance!" I laughed. "It would be totally boring not to have you with me."
"Okay, so what do you want for your birthday, Mike?" he pressed again.
"Fuck if I know!"
"See how impossible you are to buy for?"
"And you're SO much easier," I fumed.
"Yeah, I'm easy. Find me one of those wonderful homes from the plans books!"
"Oh, sure. I'll just conjure one up with my magic, fairy wand."
Dave reached beneath the sheet and stroked my dick. "This fairy wand?"
I laughed in spite of myself. "No, not that one."
He moved closer. "How about this one, then?" he purred, pushing his expanding dick into my hand. "You own it, you know."
"You're so good at changing the subject."
"You don't like my subject?" he grinned, kissing me on the lips and neck, then, licked my left nipple. His dick had hardened to its full length and girth. Precum dripped from the head, pooling in my hand.
"How can you get so hard so fast?"
"I didn't cum when you and Jerrod did. I was on the bottom, remember?" A hand strayed to my sweaty, hard ass. "I need to reclaim my territory," he murmured.
"Only if you promise to tell me what you'd like for your birthday," I bargained.
"I'll promise anything just to get my dick deep in your ass," he whispered, kissing me more passionately. We made love as only we can. He was patient, deliberate, and slow. All the qualities I love about him. His monster dick lazily slid in and out of my ass, edging deeper as he pushed my legs harder into my chest and worked my nipples with his fingers. His mouth sought mine several time, but always broke away when I became too demanding, too needy for his creamy load. He played me like a fine, old violin.
Finally, we climbed to a shattering crescendo, pumping gallons of his male seed into my eager, thirsty ass. As his big horsedick pounded me, he ravaged my prostate and forced another load of cum from my overheated, and complaining, nuts. I didn't think I could cum again, but he showed me that he knew how to get what we both wanted.
He flipped my left leg over his head and spooned in behind me, his slowly wilting dick still buried deeply. I was sure we were going to leave a large wet spot where my ass would leak out his load, but he kept close to me the rest of the night, his big dickhead acting as a butt plug.
I was awakened at 7:30 wondering why I was finding it hard to breath. Dave had rolled me on to my stomach and was lying on my back, slowly fucking my butt, again. The harder he fucked me, the more his earlier load was pulled out of my ass and dribbled over my nuts onto the sheets. I didn't care. I only wanted him to blast another of his big, creamy loads up my butt. He did. "Happy birthday," I dreamily said.
We showered, but exited only after I'd reversed roles and fucked his hot, high, round ass full of my baby gravy. Joining our hosts in the kitchen, our satisfied smiles betrayed our trysts. "You got some, too?" Jerrod smiled. "So did I."
"And I," echoed Darren.
"Nice to get reacquainted, isn't it?" I smiled dreamily. They nodded.
"So, what can we do to help with the party tonight?" Jerrod asked, spooning out an egg scramble that looked delicious.
"Just show up on time and try not to fuck all the guests," I grinned.
"You are gonna love that big German stud from England," Dave winked. "Big, blonde, gorgeous, muscled, hung, and loves big dicks up his ass."
"His boyfriend's just as randy," I concurred.
"And Mike's cousins from Salt Lake are so good looking and so hungry for dick, especially Jed. He's new to gay sex. They fuck each other like rabbits. In fact, they're probably back at the house now, fucking themselves to death. Unless, they're entertaining our English guests," Dave smiled. "Assuming, of course, that our neighbors have released all of them from their neighborly beds," he added laughing.
"Possible, but not likely, the way they were hanging all over each other last night," I sighed. "Such disgusting pigs!"
"And we were the pictures of decorum?" Darren laughed.
"I think we passed the pig test, not the decorum test," Jerrod concluded.
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