Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2003 20:58:13 -0700
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 92

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

		    Chapter 92--More Military Maneuvers

	"You didn't tell me that your cousin was such a butt-pig, Mike,"
Dex said from the back seat of our Lexus as we drove away from the airport.
Dex had called two days earlier from Florida, moaning that he wished he
could get away sooner.  "And his boyfriend is nearly as bad," he continued.

	"I thought you should find out for yourself.  He's still got the
big Claiborne dick?" I grinned.

	"Oh, yeah.  And, FUCK!  Did he use it on me!  If he wasn't eating
or pounding my ass, his boyfriend was.  I was lucky to escape with my
life!"

	"That's what you get when you bed down with a couple of
21-year-olds," Dave smirked.  "He still eating any butthole, regardless of,
uh, condition?"

	"Yeah, the more they fucked me, the more he wanted to eat my ass,"
Captain Garvey revealed.  "I told him when I got there that I hadn't
showered, but thought it might be fun to get us all in the shower to get
acquainted.  That just got him crazy to eat my butt right then.  We didn't
even get out of the living room before he had my pants down and his face in
my ass.  Of course, his boyfriend sucked me off at the same time.  They're
quite the tag team," he laughed.

	"Couldn't be as eager as we are," Dave challenged good-naturedly.

	"Nor as hung," Dex allowed.

	"Meaning?" I wondered.

	"Oh, his boyfriend isn't as hung as you Claiborne's, but he's a hot
ass-eater and a great bottom.  Josh loves barebacking him and then eating
his ass.  They're just right for each other," Dex sighed.  "I should be so
lucky to find such a guy."

	"Well, you're a butt-pig, too!" I reminded him.  "There are lots of
those around."

	"Yeah, but both of you are taken," he smiled back.  "So, you still
planning on driving up to Vancouver?" he asked, changing the subject.

	"When do you have to report back for duty?" Dave asked back,
glancing in the rearview mirror and exiting the freeway.

	"My two weeks are up Thursday, the 10th," he replied.  "I need to
report in no later than midnight that day.  That gives me only two days
here at the most."

	"We thought you might have to leave tomorrow," I breathed a sigh of
relief.  "We'd love to have you an extra day.  Besides, that'll give you
time to meet Tom."

	"Tom?" he asked.

	"The guy we were telling you about, the trust fund baby with a
major in European History?" Dave reminded him.

	"Oh, yeah," Dex remembered.  "He okay with meeting me?  I don't
know if I can compete with a porn star."

	"Uh, that seems to be over, or never got off the ground," I
offered.  "I didn't ask for the gory details, but it looks like you have
the field clear for you."

	"Ah," he smiled.  "So, tell me more about this little number," he
added, warming to the subject.

	"Let's see," Dave answered swinging the car into the driveway.
"He's a handsome guy, loves sex, just out of college last summer.  Oh, did
I mention that he cums at least every twenty minutes?"

	"Uh, no, you didn't!" the Marine laughed.

	"That's what Morgan said, anyway," Dave added.  "Tom's a pretty
good top, too."

	"As I recall," I butted in, "he's a good bottom, too."

	"Personal experience?" Dex wondered.

	"No, just hearsay," Dave grinned, pulling Dex's duffle bag from the
trunk.  "By the way, when was the last time you worked out?  We were
thinking of hitting the gym this afternoon."

	"Not since Las Vegas," he said.  "I'm starting to feel flabby
already."

	"You look better than ever," I complimented him.  "Must be your
momma's cookin'."

	"She's a great cook, alright, but her politics drive me crazy.
Dad's just as bad.  That's why I called, desperate to get out of Florida,"
he sighed.  "Thanks for putting me up early."

	"Our pleasure," I assured him.  "Wanna get outta that uniform and
relax before we hit the gym?"

	"I wanna get fucked!" he shouted as Dave closed the front door
behind us.

	"I'm sure we can arrange something," Dave leered.  "Let's stow your
gear in the guest bedroom upstairs and help you with that last request."

	Dex frantically began disrobing, dropping clothes and shoes at
nearly every step toward the stairway.  As Dave showed the way, the
Marine's hands felt the powerful butt cheeks before him.  Dave slowed to
give Dex more opportunity to explore, giving me a splendid chance to spread
our guest's melon buns and taste his eager hole.  As I buried my face in
his ass, Dex moaned and stopped.

	"Damn!  You're as good at this as Josh," he whispered hoarsely.  "I
could sit on his face all day, if he didn't have such a big dick for me to
sit on, instead; sorta like his cousin, Mike."  He wiggled his butt,
leaning back.  My hands spread his butt more and licked harder.  "FUCK!
That's so good!  But, you know you'll have to fuck me, now."

	"That's what I'm for," grinned Dave.  He grabbed Dex's hand and
pulled him up the steps and away from me.

	"Hey!" I protested.  "It was just getting good!  I do all the work
and you get all the glory," I groused.

	"Oh, I think there's enough here for both of you," the young Marine
assured me.  "If I could take on Josh and his horny boyfriend, I can
certainly take on a couple of, uh, 'experienced' men like you."

	"Was that a crack about the difference between our ages?" Dave
laughed.

	"NOT possible.  Certainly not when I need this big black dick up my
butt (now that Mike's so graciously lubed it up for you)," he grinned,
grabbing at Dave's thick log.

	"And I'm just window dressing?" I whined.

	"Oh, no.  You're gonna sit on my face while Dave pounds my hard ass
into gravel," Dex directed.  "And when he's finally pulverized it, you're
gonna grind it into sand."

	"You can't pass up a deal like that, Mike," Dave insisted.  "I know
how much you love getting your butt munched.  And I know for a fact that
you can't resist a deep ride in this Marine's butt," he added, patting
Dex's round tush.

	I smiled back.  He had me there.  Dex's hot ass was certainly one
of my favorites for eating and fucking.  He's such a stud bottom.

	Dex flopped on to the bed, pulling his knees into his chest and
exposing his tight rump and butthole.  "Immediate seating available," he
smiled at me, licking his lips.  I shed the rest of my clothes and hopped
on the bed with him.  Dave had done the same and was pushing Dex's legs
higher, so he could rim the Marine's butt, adding more lube.

	"Condom?" Dave requested, smiling over Captain Garvey's elevated
legs.  I reached toward the nightstand to comply, and Dex stayed right with
me, his tongue lapping hungrily at my butt.

	"Nothing better than a hot, muscle butt to remind me why I love
men." Dave pressed his hard dickhead against Dex's manhole.

	"Except for a big dick," Dex added moaning.  "FUCK!  That's so
fuckin' BIG!"  His hands pushed on Dave's hips, trying to keep Dave's
monster from going too deep before he was ready for it.  He resumed working
on my wet butthole.  "I don't think I'll ever get used to this horse dick
of yours, Dave," he breathed softly when Dave's monster was finally
completely buried.  "How do you do it, Mike?"

	"I get surprised, too," I replied.  "But, it's a labor of love," I
smiled up at Dave.  He grinned back.  "But, enough chatter, Marine!  Eat my
butt!"  Dex giggled silently, his tongue resuming its pleasurable task.

	"You're working too hard at it, Dex," Dave whispered.  "You'll make
me cum too soon!" he grimaced.  Dex didn't seem to heed him.  "Dex!  I'm
gonna cum.  Stop it!"  Captain Garvey pulled on Dave's thrusting hips,
urging him to go faster and deeper.  Obviously, Dave's words of caution
meant nothing to the Marine.  "Aw, FUCK!" Dave roared, bucking furiously,
totally out of control.  I leaned in and offered my shoulders and back to
steady him.  I'm sure it helped some.

	Dex, though, didn't seem to mind that the shift in position allowed
his tongue to probe my hole even deeper.  He snorted and chewed on my butt,
saliva dribbling down his chin (and my nuts) onto his neck.  But, his ass
channel continued to eat at Dave's pistoning dick, stripping the fucking,
stallion dick of all available semen.  His sensitivity raised beyond the
point he could tolerate, Dave pulled out, laughing.

	"Damn!  You sure know how to make a man cum," he grinned.  "How'd
you do that?"

	"A secret, known only to Marines," Dex smirked.

	"Yeah, right," Dave countered.  "Your turn, Mike."

	We quickly swapped positions.  Dex snared the filled condom and
emptied it down his greedy throat.  "Next!" he drawled.

	Dave tossed me another condom, then, sat on Dex's face.  He wiggled
his big ass until Dex could hardly breath.  "Maybe that will shut him up,"
he grinned at me.  "Get ready for a short ride.  He's particularly hungry
today."

	Doing my best to fuck Dex at a leisurely pace (hoping to delay my
climax), it was pointless.  Dex knew what he wanted and was going to get
it.  Knowing that both of his hosts were butt-plunderers when we got close
to cumming, he worked me just as skillfully as he had Dave.  Less than two
minutes later, I was suffering from the same inability to withhold my
climax.  Pounding his ass with all my strength, I blasted my load into the
condom, and withdrew quickly for the same reason that Dave had.  Dex was
just too good at making dicks cum.

	"You're shameless!" I snorted.

	"And you hated it," Dave laughed.

	"About as much as you did," I replied.

	"He's sure good at butt eating.  I need a good fuck, now," Dave
grinned.  He pulled another condom from the nightstand and rolled it on
Dex's wavering dick.  Turning, he squatted easily on to the Marine's
upright organ and settled.  "Oh, yeah.  Very nice!  Just what I needed."

	I handed my condom to Dex and he guzzled my load from it.  Then, he
pulled me over to him and sucked gently on my dick.  Each time I felt his
tongue lash over my dickhead, his hips thrust upwards.  He groaned with
anticipation and pleasure.  Dave ground his ass into Dex's pubes, seriously
milking the young man's hard dick.  "Two can play at this game," he smiled.
"I can feel it swelling in my ass.  Getting close, Marine?  Fuck!  Yeah!
Hammer that ass!"  Dave increased his grinding speed, stirring his own guts
with Dex's spewing weapon.

	Captain Garvey whimpered around my dick.  Then, he ejected it.
"Stop!  I can't take it!"  But, Dave didn't miss a beat.  "Fuck!  You're
killing me," he laughed.  He pushed harder on Dave, finally unseating him.

	"Kill joy!" Dave groused.

	"Let's shower and hit the gym," I suggested.

	"NO!  I wanna smell like I've just had sex with the two hottest
studs in town," Dex protested.  "We'll shower there."

	"Cum breath!" I giggled.

	"I don't mind," he replied.  "I don't know any of these people,
anyway."

	We shrugged and agreed to his crazy idea.  Pulling our clothes back
on (after sorting out which discarded article belonged to whom), we grabbed
our gym bags and headed back out.  Being January, it was raining.  DUH!
The short dash from the car to the gym didn't prevent us from getting
drenched, either.  But, we changed into our gym togs and started our
routines.

	Tuesday is legs-day.  After our warm-up on the elliptical walkers,
we hit the leg press, curl, and extension.  Dave joined an aerobics class
as Dex and I returned to the aerobic walkers.

	"Okay, so what about the rest of today and tomorrow?" I began.  "We
should introduce you to our neighbors or they'll never forgive us.  We have
several couples to choose from there.  And we should go over and see our
friends Darren and Jerrod.  Plus, you should get an introduction to Tom.
That's a lot to do in only a couple of days."

	"You've already told me about Tom.  What about your neighbors and
the other friends?" he asked.

	"Uh, the neighbors are Gene and Kurt, and Robert and Gary, and Nick
and Mark, and they're all couples.  You wouldn't like any of them, I'm
sure.  Let's see.  Gene's the strength coach for the professional football
team, is built like a brick, and has a 10" dick.  Kurt is a college
student, about 6'8", 250 pounds, bluest eyes you've ever seen and a 12"
dick.  I'm sure there's no interest there."

	"Like fuck there isn't!  That's neighborly enough for me."

	"Before you decide, our friend Darren is the hottest, most
handsome, furry Daddy you'll ever see, and he's got a 9" dick.  His lover,
Jerrod, is black, 6'8", 260 or so, retired, professional football player,
as handsome as Rick Fox of the Lakers, and has a 12" dick.  Both of them
are disgusting butt pirates."

	"That's SO unfair.  I want all of them."

	"Well, Jerrod and Darren are very particular about their bedmates.
They're real sweet guys, but given the short duration of your stay, I doubt
that you'll be able to get a bedroom invitation from them.  They're slow to
warm up to anyone who's as single as you are."

	"Fuck!" he muttered.

	"And there's Tom.  He's expecting a call from us (or you) to set up
something, too."

	"Geez!" he moaned.  "Uh, let's give Tom a call first.  He's the
only one with any potential.  You old, married men aren't gonna take me
in."

	"But, we're awfully good in bed," I smiled sweetly.  He grinned
back at me and nodded.  "As soon as we finish here, we'll head back home,
grab some lunch, and give Tom a call.  I know Gene and Kurt are working or
at school, so we can't contact them.  But, Jerrod and Darren might be home.
After you settle on a time and place with Tom, we'll work on the others.
Just for dinner, if nothing else.  Okay?"

	"Sounds like a plan."

	In the locker room, we undressed and hit the showers.  Hoping that
no one would be in the steam room, we talked Dex into staying a few extra
minutes before he called Tom.  Through the gloom and swirling steam, I made
out a dark, hulking figure.  The mists parted sufficiently for me to figure
out that my friend John was sitting on the upper bench.  (As my long-term
readers will recall, John and his lover, Peter, were the first men Dave had
sex with, after Mike.)

	"What's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?" I smiled
up at him.  He glanced down and grinned broadly.

	"I'll be fucked!  Mike!  Great to see you!  What are you doing here
in the middle of the day?" he asked.  "I see you still have that big stud
with you," he winked in Dave's direction, holding out his hand.  Dave took
his hand and introduced Dex.

	"We, uh, aren't working.  We've, uh, retired," I stammered.

	"You win the lottery?" he laughed.  "And where did you find this
beauty?" he motioned toward Dex.  "He's delicious."

	"Down, Boy!" Dave laughed.  "Where's, uh, your boyfriend?"  Dave
couldn't remember his boyfriend's name.

	"Yeah, where's Peter?" I asked, trying to cover for Dave's lack of
memory.  "You keeping him home, barefoot and pregnant?"

	"Oh, he's around here, somewhere.  Probably, he's in the sauna,
trying to snare a man for us to share.  He's supposed to bang on the wall,
if he strikes it rich," he grinned, then, hammered hard on the wall.

	"You seem pretty sure of yourself that we're interested," Dave
deadpanned.

	"You know you can't turn down this fuzzy Italian ass or Peter's
hungry butt," John replied.  "However, I was more hopeful with your friend
here.  Dex, is it?"  Dex nodded.  "Some specimen.  Where'd you find him?"

	"Vancouver, B.C.," I said.  "He followed us home, so we kept him,"
I tried not to laugh.  "Okay, so he's here for a visit and we're driving
him back home Thursday."

	The door opened and Peter peered inside.  "Yeah!  Great to see you
guys again.  How are ya, Mike?  Dave?" he said shaking our hands in turn.
Again, Dave introduced Dex.  "And you're hangin' around with these two
miscreants?" he smiled at Dex.

	"They're not so bad, once you get used to them," Dex replied with a
smile.  "I have to assume you already know how good they are in bed."

	"Haven't had the pleasure recently, but I do recall vaguely," Peter
whined.  "So, what's your pleasure, Dex?"

	"Bottom!"

	"Damn!  More competition!" John groaned.

	"Sure works for us," Dave smiled sweetly.  "I was just thinking
about what a nice ride I had at your place with both of you.  I think Mike
and I would be happy to remind you of that in a more tactile fashion, while
Dex bounces back and forth on your dicks.  I know how much he enjoys big
ones."

	"But, we're not tops," Peter protested weakly.  "That muscle ass
sure looks good, though."

	"I think you'll see the wisdom of our offer," I chortled.  Dave
handed me a condom and lube.  Then, gave Peter and John the same.  "Bend
over, Men," I directed.  "We gotta get the playground ready for fun."  They
bent over, smiling.  They weren't the butt-pigs that Josh and his boyfriend
were reputed to be, but were certainly more eager for a tongue up the ass
than even we were.  After a couple of minutes of rimming them (and both of
them fighting over rimming Dex), we added lube and stood behind them.
"Saddle up, Boys!" I grinned.  John and Peter backed into our proffered
hard dicks, and easily impaled themselves on us.  Dex quickly sat on the
burly Italian's lap, groaning at the size and length of the furry
bodybuilder's 10" dick.

	John leaned back into Dave's chest.  "Fuck!" he moaned.  "That
feels so good up my ass.  You got a brother who needs a tight, Italian ass
to fuck?"

	I nearly laughed out loud.  "Uh, they're already taken," Dave
murmured.

	John's head whipped around.  "Yeah?  You got gay brothers?"

	"Well, one is married and the other has a boyfriend.  You might
even know him, if you come here regularly."

	"We do, we do, but, generally in the evenings.  We're extending our
holidays.  Use it or lose it," Peter blurted out.  "What's his name?  And
his boyfriend's, too?"

	"Donnie's my brother and Trevor's his boyfriend."

	"Trevor?  The guy who works here?" John asked.

	"The same."

	"I've seen him paying a lot of attention to this really hot, black
number recently.  That's your brother?" Peter pressed.

	"Yep."

	"They fuck around?" John smiled, then, moaned when Dave hit a
particularly deep spot.

	"You'll have to ask them," Dave answered noncommittally.

	"Damn, Dex!  You're gonna make me cum!" John groaned, completely
distracted from the conversation.  "Even without Dave's monster up my ass,
I'm gonna cum.  FUCK!"  He bucked and thrust, alternately plowing Dex and
getting plowed.  "Gonna CUM!" he shouted for emphasis.  "Take it!" FUCK!"
He hammered hard into the Marine, pulling Dex's hips hard into each thrust.
"Fuckin' HOT ass," he finally breathed, pulling away from Dex's eager ass
and settling back on to the leisurely fuck he was still getting from Dave.

	Dex moved quickly over to Peter and sat on his throbbing phallus.
He clamped down hard on the thinner 8" dick, and rode him urgently.  "Oh,
no, not yet!  Fuck, I wanted to fuck you!  DAMN!"  I'd been riding his ass
too well, it seemed.  Each time I'd started to jack Peter's dick, he'd slap
my hand away.  I now figured out that he was trying to keep from cumming.
But, Dex had no such cues.  Nor did he back off when Peter warned him.  Dex
was determined to make Peter cum as hard as his lover had.  Evidently, that
wasn't going to take much effort.

	Stereo climaxes played in my ears.  Peter wasn't the only one
enjoying a hard climax.  Without having to worry about satisfying Dex, John
concentrated on getting Dave large condom-clad dick to nut in his eager
ass.  Both men slammed hard into the pliant asses gripping their dicks, and
emptied the contents of their overheated nuts.

	"Hot fuck!" Peter mumbled.

	"Yeah," agreed Dave.

	Dex stroked his dick furiously; ready to get off now that he'd
satisfied his new friends.  John hurriedly disconnected from Dave and spun
around and dropped to his knees.  Dex's dick disappeared down his hungry
throat.  Dex face-fucked him faster and faster, matching my rhythm into
Peter.  In a rush, I pounded Peter's ass, recalling fondly with each thrust
how much I loved fucking this blonde, Nordic god.  His butt worked me
ardently, having practiced on a big, 10", Italian one most of his adult
life.

	Again, stereo climaxes reigned.

	When we collectively caught our breath, Dex snared each condom,
draining the contents into his hungry mouth.  "I worked for all of these,
in a manner of speaking," he grinned.

	Promising to chat up Trevor and Donnie, John and Peter left the gym
with us.  At home, I called Tom while Dave called Gene.  Tom wasn't in, so
I left a message.  Dave was more successful.

	"We know you'd string us up with a barbwire rope if we didn't
introduce you to a young Marine we know," he started.  But, before he could
get any farther, Gene broke in with something that made Dave laugh.  "Yes,
I know.  How about dinner tonight?  What time can you get away and when is
Kurt's last class?"  I told Dex about my attempt to get through to Tom as
Dave chatted more.  "Sure, call us when you get home about four, then.
Later, Man!"

	"They'd love to have dinner.  Right?" I smirked.  "Even without
details?"

	"They know our taste in men," Dave related.  "They'll be available
after four.  What'll we do about dinner?"

	"We could invite Jerrod and Darren over and make it a nice dinner
party," I suggested.  "I'll call them and find out if they're available."
They were available, but already had made plans for a dinner menu.
Considering the size of the pot roast that was out thawing, they'd been
frantic, trying to get hold of us all day long.  "Sorry, we haven't checked
our messages since we got back from the airport."  Of course, that required
an explanation of what we'd been up to.  I told Darren that we'd already
invited Gene and Kurt for dinner.  But, he insisted that two more wouldn't
be a problem, plus our houseguest, of course.  Seeing that there was no
point in resisting their invitation, I graciously accepted for all five of
us.  "So, what can we bring?"

	"I hadn't even thought that far ahead," Darren replied.  "Whatcha
got that goes with pot roast?"

	"You have potatoes, carrots, and onions to go in with the meat?"

	"Yep, all taken care of."

	"Well, dessert and salad?"

	"Sure, we can use both."

	"I'll call Gene and see what he'd like to bring.  We'll bring the
other," I suggested.

	"And we can never have enough wine and champagne."  I could see
Darren grin over the phone as he said that.

	"We can find something around here," I smiled into the phone.
"Now, what time do you want us there?"

	"How early can you get here?  You know how much we love your
company!"

	"Not in front of the children!" I protested sarcastically.

	"Oh, that's right.  You've got your houseguest.  He's gay, I hope,"
Darren pressed.

	"Oh, yeah.  You'll love him.  A big, strapping Marine and cute as a
button," I replied.  "But, far too young for the likes you two, old
reprobates."

	"Have Gene and Kurt take him home and service him, then.  You're
spending the evening with us!" Darren insisted.

	"Let me check with Dave and the other parties and see if they'll
agree to that.  It'll all be sorted out by the time we get there.  Now," I
pressed again, "what time do you want us there?"

	"Now?"

	"Let me rephrase: what time's dinner?"

	"Oh, let's see.  How about 6:30?  Will Gene and Kurt be away from
work and school by then?"

	"Yeah, Gene promised they'd be available by four."

	"Okay.  I'll move it up to 5:30, then.  That okay?"

	"Yeah, we can make it.  We'll call before we leave here."

	"'K'."

	Right before I called Darren back at 4:30 to tell him we were
leaving for their place, Tom called.  I told him that we were going out to
dinner, but Dex might be available afterwards, if we didn't get away too
late.  Tom had another meeting with his trustees tomorrow morning, but he
was eager to meet Dex.  If nothing else, they could argue over the finer
points of European history.  I put Dex on the phone and they settled on
meeting at the gym at 10:00 tomorrow morning.

	With Gene driving Kurt's new pickup, they followed us over.  Jerrod
greeted us at the door.  Introductions were made.  Dex didn't have a
chance.  Kurt and Gene had already decided he was their entertainment for
the evening.  Largely ignored, the "old fossils" (Jerrod, Darren, Dave, and
I) were amused by the overt play for Dex.  He didn't seem to mind, either.
As they were closer to his age, it was an easy fit.

	Darren extracted our tossed salad from the refrigerator when dinner
was ready.  Gene's coconut/raspberry sorbet was a big hit for dessert.
Although the evening was young (and the champagne and after-dinner port had
been consumed), the three young men made their excuses and raced for the
door.  Dave had already given Dex a set of keys for our house.  "Remember,
Dex, we have a workout scheduled for ten tomorrow morning," he yelled after
them as they piled into Kurt's pickup.  Dex nodded, smiling.

	"Oh, to be so young and full of cum," Jerrod laughed as Dave closed
the door.

	"You still are, Dear," Darren said, squeezing the broad shoulders
of his lover.

	"Not so young," the former football player replied.

	"Experience and technique make up for it," his lover smiled.

	"A roll in the hay with someone new can be fun, but I prefer the
familiar," Dave grinned at me.  "I know all the buttons are located in the
same place, but how hard and how often to push them with your lover trumps
all the other hot studs like Dex."

	"Amen, Brutha!" Jerrod purred, hugging Darren about the chest and
nuzzling his neck from the rear.

	"Of course, a high, tight butt helps," Darren giggled, melting into
Jerrod's big arms.  "Besides, you can't get any kind of trade-in value on
these old models."

	"You've never had it so good!" Jerrod barked, grinding his bulging
crotch into his boyfriend's ass.  "Or as big!"

	"Another reason not to trade you in, my love," he agreed, wiggling
his hard ass into the expanding mound pushing against his butt.

	"These fags have no self-respect," I moaned.  "This display of
public affection is disgusting," I grinned.

	"Only because you aren't in the middle of it," Dave smirked.  He
strode over to me, pushed me into Jerrod's back, and molded himself to my
back.  "That better?"

	"Oh, yeah!  Respect me some more," I groaned.

	The happy quartet dashed upstairs to the master bedroom, clothes
strewn along the way.  "Mike and I are trading places," Jerrod directed.
"This dog pile was decided before you got here."

	"What about the wishes of your guests?" Dave weakly protested.

	"I don't see a problem," I cut in.  "Nor do you, you duplicitous
slut!" I giggled.

	"Uh, just making conversation," Dave laughed.  He pushed Jerrod on
to the bed, face down, landing on top of him, his own face buried in
Jerrod's ass.

	"Yeah!  I like that kind of conversation.  Use those lips and
tongue.  Go deeper!  FUCK!" Jerrod purred.  I handed a large condom to
Jerrod.  "Not so fast, young man.  I know your ass needs some face time
before I use this."  He flipped over on to his back and pulled his knees
into his broad chest.  Dave quickly reconnected.  Jerrod looked up at me
and licked his lips.  "Immediate seating available.  Reservations
accepted."

	"Face sitting has always been one of my favorite dining
experiences.  And making it better is some face for me, too," I added,
pulling Darren's round, hard ass toward me.  He waddled backwards on his
knees, then, bent over, spreading his muscle cheeks with both hands.
"Yeah, like that.  Nice bouquet," I snorted.

	"Less review and more dining, please," Darren snickered.

	For the next two hours, we rimmed, fucked, sucked, and guzzled cum
from our bedmates.  As midnight approached, we split up into couples (Dave
and Darren stayed in the master suite, while Jerrod and I slept in a guest
bedroom).  Jerrod and I cuddled for a while, before he got friskier.  He
moved down my chest with his lips and tongue, wetting and sucking as he
descended.  By the time he reached my pubes, I was hard again.  But, he
dodged around my steely phallus and continued on to my tight nuts.  He
snorted and licked at my nuts and asshole until I couldn't stand it any
longer.  "Damn, Jerrod!  I gotta have that monster up my ass, again," I
begged.

	"Not so fast.  I'm driving this train," he mumbled around my
swollen ball sack.  "Besides, wouldn't you rather empty your overflowing
nut bag into my ass?"

	"You know I love riding your ass, Jerrod.  But, I really need to
get fucked, too."

	"But, if I fuck you, you'll cum and I won't get my ride."  He had
me there.  I always came when that monster dick of his pounded my eager
butt.

	"So, I'll fuck you, and then you pound my butt," I offered.

	"As long as you stretch out on my back afterwards, and hump my
ass," he countered.

	"After you've fucked me, I'll be hard again, maybe even cum a
second time," I cautioned.

	"I'm willing to risk it," he grinned, nuzzling my neck, then,
sucking on my right nipple.

	"Who could resist an offer like that," I smiled back at him,
running one hand over his big, muscle butt.

	He rolled over on to his back and drew his big legs into his chest.
"Here's a condom," he said.  "Fuck me!"

	"Not even some rimming first?"

	"I need your big dick in my ass more."

	"You get the same thing from Darren," I stated.

	"You're a lot alike, but you fuck me just differently enough that
it drives me crazy.  Your dick's cut instead of uncut and your chest hair
isn't as course.  And your dick is straight and real thick.  Just what this
ass needs," he moaned as he guided my hard dick into his back door.  "Yeah,
fuck!  What a hot dick!"  I plunged all the way in with one long, delicious
stroke.  "FUCK!  Feels so good.  Fuck me, Mike, FUCK ME!"

	I began a slow series of long thrusts into him.  His hands on my
ass urged me to go faster and deeper, but I resisted as best I could.  I
didn't want to cum right away.  We kissed, breathing hard as I pumped him
faster.  I pulled on his erect nips and jacked his long, thick dick.  But,
he batted my hand away; afraid he might cum before I did.  The more I tried
to resist his strong hands guiding the pace, the more urgently his internal
ass muscles milked me.  "I'm gonna cum if you don't slow down!" I warned.

	His hands released my ass, so I could dick him in longer, slower
strokes.  But, his internal muscles worked all the harder.  I tried to hit
his prostate with each thrust and withdrawal, but that didn't seem to
change his hunger for my load.  "Last warning!" I moaned.

	That cautionary verbiage only served to heighten his need for me.
His hands returned to my ass and pulled me harder into him.  His ankles
pressed against my pistoning butt muscles, hungrier than ever for me to
fuck him hard and fast.  "Gotta CUM!" I shouted.  He pulled my face to his
and we kissed, hard.  My hips rammed and my dick spit rope after creamy
rope of spooge into the condom.  His hungry ass milked and munched on my
throbber, draining me completely.

	After catching my breath, I pulled out and flopped on the bed next
to him.  Jerrod carefully rolled off my condom, bit the end and drank.
After tossing the used rubber into the trash, he gently suckled my wilting
dick into his mouth to lick off stray cum.

	  Finished with that task, he licked lower and lower, until he had
my legs pushed up to my shoulders and his tongue firmly wedged up my ass.
"Eager, aren't we?" I gasped when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.  He
chuckled softly, but didn't leave the scene of the crime.

	"What position do you want?" he asked.

	"Start me out doggie style, but finish me off face to face," I
answered immediately.  "But, take it slowly.  I wanna watch that big dick
slide up my ass."  I got up on to my hands and knees and twisted my head
around so I could watch him.  Having bagged his monstrous dick (which
hadn't shriveled a bit after being fucked), he added lube.  Placing the
broad dickhead against my hungry hole, he pushed gently.  The head
disappeared and I felt the thick invader stretching me open like Dave's
dick always did.

	"This kinda slow?" he moaned, not even watching.

	"Yeah, just like that."  My eyes had closed, too, enjoying each new
inch that slipped into me.  At about the halfway point, Jerrod stopped.  I
opened my eyes.  The broad dick was wedged tightly between my muscle
melons.  But, his eyes were screwed shut, as though he were in some degree
of pain.  "What's the matter?" I ventured.

	"Your butt is so good, I'm afraid I'll cum if I go any deeper or
watch."

	"Time to flip over?"  He nodded.  I pulled away and rolled on to my
back, bringing my knees into my chest, again.  Jerrod grinned down at me,
then apologized for not having better control.  "I take that as a
compliment, that I turn you on so much."

	"You and your type," he whispered huskily.  "Darren does the same
thing to me.  It's that sorta furry, white muscleman that makes my nuts
boil too easily.  He'll tell you, too, that I'm not really a very good fuck
because I cum so fast."

	"On the contrary, he said you're a sensational fuck," I assured
him.  "He's always bragging about your big dick and incredible technique."

	"He's talking about the second fuck, not the first.  I'm notorious
for blasting my first load within a couple of minutes," he sighed.

	"Considering how big that monster is that you're about to shove up
my butt, again, I'd say that's a blessing.  I don't know how long my ass
could ride that horse dick of yours."

	"You say the nicest things, but the truth still overwhelms that."

	"Stop talking about it or you'll get performance anxiety.  Just
fuck me," I smiled up at him.  "Make love to me, Jer."

	"Just don't do that thing with your ass muscles that Darren does,"
he requested, as he lined-up his bouncing twelve-incher.  "Makes me cum too
fast."  He pushed forward and I winced.  He was only a little thicker and
longer than Dave, but it was more than I was used to.  "Sorry."

	"No, keep going.  I should be used to it by now.  Dave isn't
exactly tiny, ya know."

	"Yeah, I know," he chuckled.  "He's a LOT bigger than Darren."  He
pushed slowly forward.  "Oh, yeah, so fuckin' tight," he whispered.  "Damn!
So good," he added when he ground his pubes into my ass.

	"Fuck!  What a monster!" I breathed.  "I'm always astonished when I
get all of your monster up my butt.  And it's already been there twice
tonight."

	"Some things, you never get used to, no matter how many times you
experience it," he agreed, pulling out until only the oversized head was
lodged in my tight hole.  "Like your wonderful ass.  I'll never get used to
how good it is."

	I grinned at his compliment, and pulled on both of his erect
nipples.  "Now, fuck me!"  My ankles pressed on his butt, urging him on
like spurs dug into the flanks of a stallion.  One of his beefy hands
alternately twisted my nipples, while the other slowly jacked my renewing
dick.  "Take it nice and slow, just like that," I urged.  "It'll make the
ride last longer, and we'll both enjoy it more."

	He fucked me at a slow pace for the next five minutes.  We kissed
and fondled nipples until we got too close to climax.  Jerrod would back
off the tempo and quit jacking my leaking dick.  "I'm getting too close to
stop this time," he finally said.  "But, I'm not gonna jack your dick. And
don't you, either!  I want that in my ass in a couple of minutes."

	I did as directed, keeping my hands on his nipples or ass, urging
him to use me for his pleasure.  "Do it, Man!  Don't hold back.  Bang away,
Jerrod.  FUCK ME!" I shouted when I felt his big 6'8" frame shudder at his
first wave of climax.

	"Yeah, FUCK!  CUMMING!" he groaned, then, shouted.  "Fuckin' hot
ASS!"  He hammered and rammed me deeply, spraying a warm load of sperm into
the protective condom.  "Damn!  What a fuck," he grinned, pulling quickly
from my butt.  "Now, your turn," he said, flopping on to the bed next to
me, and stripping off the filled condom.  He grabbed a fresh one from the
nightstand and handed it to me.  "Now, deep in my ass!"

	Although I was still panting from the hot fuck he'd just thrown
into me, my dick was hard and hungry for his tall, tight ass.  Lube still
glistened on his hole, so I crawled on to his back, aimed, and shoved.  He
groaned and pushed his big ass back into my thrust.  "Fuck!" I muttered.
"Hungry butt, Jerrod."

	"Yeah, hungry for a hot fuck!"

	I did my best to satisfy him, riding higher on his ass, plunging
deeper and harder when he pushed his round butt back into my thrusts.  But,
there was no way I could keep up this pace without splashing another big
load up his ass.  "I can't hold out much longer," I warned.

	"Whose asking you to?" he giggled beneath me.  "Hold me tight when
you cum.  I wanna feel that hairy chest pressed into my back when you do
it."  I curled my fingers under his broad chest and over his shoulders,
pulling him harder into faster and deeper jabs.  "Yeah!  That's it!  Pound
my ass!"  My hips worked overtime, banging hard into his round globes of
muscle.

	"Gonna CUM!" I announced.

	"Fill me!" he urged.  His big hands grabbed at my ass and pushed me
harder into him, not allowing more long-dicking.  He pushed his butt off
the bed, opening his hole and cheeks even more.  "FUCK ME!" he begged.  AS
IF!

	I growled and panted as my nuts kicked hard.  My dick bucked and
squirted heavily into the condom.  With my hips on autopilot, I fucked and
pounded Jerrod's beautiful black ass like he was the best piece of ass I'd
ever had.  That was very close to the truth.  The only thing that could
have made it better would be barebacking him.  Of course, I'd have cum much
sooner, too.

	Relaxing my grip on his shoulders, I pulled away.  "No!  I want you
on my back, weighing me down with your hard, furry body," he insisted.

	"If I don't pull out, the condom will leak as my dick shrivels," I
countered.

	"Would that be so bad?" he giggled.

	"It would when Dave and Darren found out."

	"Oh, them," he sighed.  "Well, pull out and hand the condom to me.
Then, mount me again without your dick up my ass.  Darn it!"  Obeying, I
resumed my position on his back, my wet, sticky dick resting happily in his
deep ass trench.  "This feels so good.  I love it when Darren does it to
me.  Only he keeps his dick in my ass, draining."

	I ignored his desire and wormed my dick deeper into his trench.  My
sticky cum matted his ass cleavage hairs to my dick and we slept.

	An hour later, I awakened, chilled along my back and ass, but warm
all along my torso.  I rolled off the big man beneath me, grimacing as my
shrunken dick tore away from Jerrod's butt hairs.  I reached to the bottom
of the bed and pulled the sheet and comforter up.  Tucking him in, I
drifted off, again.

	After a light breakfast, we headed for home.  "Did you enjoy
sleeping with Darren?" I asked.

	"Yeah, but, he's not you, Mike.  He's hot sex, well-muscled, a nice
dick and a sweet ass, but he's not you."

	"Same here.  Jerrod's a hot fuck, too, giving and receiving; but,
it's not the same as cuddling and making love with you," I sighed.  "I
don't regret it, but it wasn't emotionally satisfying," I concluded.

	"Exactly the words I was going for: not emotionally satisfying," he
grinned over at me, turning the Lexus into our neighborhood.  "How do you
think Dex did last night?"

	"Knowing his needs and the level of horniness our neighbors
exhibit, I'd say he got fucked to death," I laughed.

	"And smiled every inch of the way," Dave concurred.  "They had to
leave early this morning for work and school, so he's probably sleeping
upstairs.  I did give him the key, remember."

	"We'll have to try to be quiet when we get home, then," I
cautioned.  "He may be young, but he's not indestructible.  He still needs
sleep."

	"What about waking him up for his rendezvous at the gym?"

	"Let's see how he's doing when the time arrives."

	I needn't have worried.  He either got some sleep at Kurt and
Gene's or he didn't need much.  At 9:30, we heard the shower upstairs turn
on.  He hadn't forgotten his arrangement with Tom for 10:00.

	"Good morning," Dex smiled at the foot of the stairway.

	"You're pretty chipper after being ravaged by Gene and Kurt," Dave
smirked.

	"Feast or famine," he rejoined.

	"You get any sleep?" I wondered.

	"Oh, yeah.  We slept from about two until they got up at six.  And
I got another couple of hours upstairs.  That's enough for me.  Sleep, that
is.  I never get enough dick."

	"You sure you're up for Tom?" Dave asked.

	"Bring him on!"

	Trevor was at the front desk and checked us in.  He quickly filled
out a guest membership for Dex and showed him around the facility.  Tom was
in the locker room when they passed through there.  We made the
introductions, and let Trevor finish the tour.  Back in the locker room, we
changed into gym clothes with Tom.  He dawdled blatantly.

	"Pretty nice chunk of man meat, isn't he?" Dave whispered in Tom's
ear.  He nodded enthusiastically.  "We want him back in one piece, Tom.  We
have to get him to Vancouver, B.C. tomorrow evening."

	"Driving or flying?" he queried.

	"Driving.  So, we need lots of time," Dave replied.  We left him in
the locker room, waiting for Dex.

	Dex and Tom did more talking than working out.  They got on
famously.  Leaving together, they waved to us from the parking lot.

	"I hope he has a change of clothes in that gym bag," I muttered,
shaking my head.  "He's had more sex in the last two weeks than he's had in
the last two years."

	"He can handle it," Dave smiled.  "Did you notice how they
chattered like a couple of old friends catching up on each other's lives?"

	"Yeah.  I guess they have more in common than their shared college
degrees."

	"Sex being at the top of that list."  I couldn't have agreed more.

	Half way to Vancouver, we stopped at a rest area to drain our
bladders.  Considering the time of year and that it was Thursday and
raining, the park-like rest area was nearly deserted.  Four urinals greeted
us as we walked through the door.

	"I'm pee-shy," Dex announced.  "I'll be using the toilet."  We
grinned.  Even the most sexually liberated men can still be pee-shy.

	As we were washing out hands, Dex called out in a stage whisper,
"Dave!  I need you in here."

	Looking perplexed, but acceding to his wishes, Dave strode over to
the stall and pushed at the door.  "Whatcha need, Dex?"

	"You!" he answered with a giggle.  "This'll be my last chance to
get you before I report back for duty," he added, pulling Dave into the
cubicle.  I heard a zipper being worked and a sigh of pleasure from Dave's
lips.  I quickly walked to the door of the men's room and checked outside.
No one seemed to be interested in visiting.  Standing guard, I waited.

	A few minutes later, Dave walked up behind me, grinning.  "Next!" I
heard from inside.  I chuckled softly and walked through the open door of
the stall.  "Oh, nice and hard already," he snorted.

	"Listening to you two gave me a woodie.  I'm a fag, I can't help
it!" I smiled down at him.  I unsnapped the buttons on my Levi 501's and
pushed my dick between his cum-smeared lips.  He eagerly took me to my
pubes and sucked hard, working his throat muscles and playing with my hairy
nuts.

	Stroking his own dick slowly, he sucked me hungrily.  A finger
strayed to my asshole and slipped inside, quickly finding my prostate.
Needless to say, it was all over in under a minute.  Breathlessly, I
punched forward and coated his teeth and tongue copiously.  He swallowed
twice and licked his lips.

	"Trade places," I whispered.  "You need a blowjob as much as we
did."

	"Hurry up in there.  Traffic is headed in," Dave grumbled from the
doorway.

	I popped his dripping, hard dick into my mouth, giving him the same
treatment he'd given me.  We weren't very quiet about it, either.  I was
slobbering and making all kinds of sucking sounds while Dex was moaning
about how good it felt and how close he was.  "Fuckin' gonna cum!" he
warned in a near shout.  I put a hand over his mouth as I felt the first
jet of cum spray into my mouth.  I felt his ass clamp hard around my
invading finger.  His nuts convulsed repeatedly in my palm with each new
jet of dick gravy.  Extracting my finger, I kissed his dickhead, licking
off a lingering dribble of sperm.

	"Company in ten seconds," Dave warned.  Dex bolted from the
cubicle, adjusting his pants rapidly, and strode to the sink to wash his
hands.  I flushed the toilet and exited a few seconds later.

	An elderly gentleman hobbled into the men's room and tottered up to
one of the urinals.  He glanced over at us and smiled as he released a
heavy stream.  "I may be old, but I can still piss like a race horse!" he
cackled.  We laughed along with him.  We should do so well at his advanced
years.


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