Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 20:14:44 -0700
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 55

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			      BLACK AND WHITE


			 Chapter 55--A Celebration

	"While you're deciding how to get your arms around this," John
broke in, "I suggest that you go talk to your bank today and get some
accounts set up that will put your money to work immediately."

	"Oh, good thought!" Dave smiled.  "Thanks.  We'd better do it
before the banks close.  I'll bet for this kinda money, the bank will come
to me!"  Dave looked up the number and dialed.  "Ed Howard, please," he
said into the phone.  After waiting a few seconds, Dave smiled.  "Ed, this
is Dave Carey.  Mike and I have come into a substantial chunk of change and
need to set up some accounts to get some immediate returns on it, beginning
tomorrow."  He paused.  "Yeah, I know it's sudden.  Do you think you could
stop by to see us this afternoon?  We have twenty-five million reasons that
you should," he laughed.  "Yeah, that's right." Again, he paused.  "Sure,
now is good.  Do you have our new address?"  He did, so Dave gave him fast
directions.  The branch where Ed worked was only a few blocks away.  "Yeah,
Ed, that'll be fine.  Bring him along, too.  See ya in 30 minutes, then.
Bye."

	We looked at him expectantly.  "He's bringing one of the vice
presidents along who knows investments better than he does," Dave grinned.
"This was too much money for him to deal with alone, he said."

	"It's too much money for me, too," I agreed.

	"Well, you don't need me hangin' around," John said, easing himself
off the sofa.  "Besides, I've had enough to drink.  I'll see ya tomorrow at
the law firm's offices, but downstairs somewhere.  I'll call them and
arrange something.  I'll make sure that Myrna's there.  I'll shoot for ten
o'clock, but confirm it when I call you with the location."

	We rose to show him to the door.  "Thanks, John.  You've been a
godsend.  We owe you so much.  You gotta take something," Dave pleaded.

	"Not a nickel, not a brass farthing," John insisted.  "Seeing old
man Mason get tossed out on his ass was well worth the small price of
admission."

	"A donation to your favorite charity, John?" I suggested.

	"This is YOUR money. Stop trying to give it to me!" John laughed.

	"Well, at least think about it?" I prompted.

	"Nothing to think about," he said firmly.  "The money is yours, I
had a great time, and I hardly put anything into it.  Lord, Boys, I spill
more in a day than you used to make in a year.  I don't want your damned
money!" he laughed.

	"I'll bet we could get Cynthia to find a good home for it," Dave
smirked.

	"That you could probably do.  She does know how to spend lots of
money on very worthy causes," he grinned.  "Okay, you found my Achilles
heel.  Let me think about it, talk it over with Cyndy, and see what she
says.  But, keep the amount modest.  This is your money.  She needs to work
hard for those charities or she doesn't feel like she's accomplished
anything.  Don't be giving it away because you're grateful for the small
part that I played in this.  This is YOUR money.  You don't have jobs
anymore, remember?"

	"Okay, John.  We get the picture," Dave smiled opening the front
door.  "But, get back to us and tell us something, or we'll call Cynthia
and go behind your back!" he laughed.

	"I know when I'm beaten.  I'll talk to her tonight and get her
thinking about it.  That make you happy?" he said shaking his head in
mirth.

	"Happier than we were, yes," I agreed.  "Thanks, John.  We feel
this from the heart, so let us be good to you."

	"Fine, whatever," he sighed.  We walked him to his car and sent him
back to his hotel.

	"So, let's call some people and celebrate," Dave said, hooking his
arm in mine.  "How about a quick potluck and we supply the bubbly?"

	"I love the way you think.  But, the bankers will be here, soon.
We won't have much time to make calls," I warned.

	"So, let's start now," he smiled, opening the front door, again.
"Who'd you like to invite?"

	"First, we have to get our story straight," I cautioned.

	"Oh, yeah," Dave remembered.  "I'll bet you have a way to finesse
this already, doncha?" he grinned.

	"Well, I thought we could say something like we had a successful
litigation that under the terms of the settlement, we can't talk about.  We
won't have to work the rest of our lives, and we'll still have enough to
retire on, IF we're prudent with our investments," I rattled off.

	"OOH!  I like it," Dave crooned.  "Enough to let them know that we
won't be working, but not so much that they'll think they can hit us up for
big loans and gifts.  Selfish bastard that I am, I like the idea."

	I laughed at his honesty.  "Okay, so who do we invite?  You gotta
tell your parents and so do I.  Siblings have to be on the list, but for
tonight's celebration, whom're we going to invite?  Just fags?  Family?
Both?"

	"How come you always have the tough questions?" Dave smiled at me.
"I don't know.  What do you think?"

	"I'm gonna say family, tonight," I mused.  "This weekend will be
queers.  Gene won't be in town until tomorrow and Joe won't be here until
this weekend.  I know we want to invite them."

	"But, it would be only my family, Mike," Dave pointed out.  "What
about celebrating with yours?"

	"We'll fly out there in a couple of weeks," I proposed, "say after
we go see Duane and Carol.  We promised them we'd come down before the
babies were born, remember?"

	"Yes, we did.  So, you call your family and tell them about it and
I'll call mine and invite them for tonight," Dave agreed.

	He grabbed his cell phone and I used the cordless in the sunroom.
I first called my parents, telling them our "story" and hoped they'd be
available to help us celebrate in three weeks.  I told them we'd be staying
at a hotel, because if my sisters came in, they'd probably stay with my
folks.  This was all very mysterious, but they did sound happy that we'd be
coming out to see them.  I told them that it might be a better idea for us
to put the girls and their families up at a hotel near the "ancestral"
home, so they wouldn't have to find beds and prepare so much food for
everyone.  After some initial resistance, they bought the idea.  It would
certainly be easier on Mom.  Of course, they pumped me again for
information about the settlement, but I told them that we were bound by the
terms of the agreement not to discuss the particulars with anyone.
Unfortunately, that included family, too.

	In the time it took me to conclude my call, Dave had called his
parents, then, Duane in Sacramento.  His dad had promised to let Donnie
know as soon as he got home from college classes in a few more minutes.
Opal promised to whip up one of her famous family favorites.  Dave told
them that the bubbly would be on us.  When, he called Duane, Carol
answered.  After discussing the general terms of the agreement, he promised
Carol that we'd be down in two weeks for a nice, long weekend with them.
She was very much looking forward to seeing us, again.

	I checked the champagne bottle in the freezer to be sure it hadn't
over-chilled (and moved it to the refrigerator), while Dave called Donnie's
twin, Doug.  They weren't home, so Dave left a message.  He added that as
they were working folk, he knew potluck would be something from the store
or take-out.  He suggested they call Opal to find out what she'd suggest to
go with what she was bringing.  I started a load of dishes in the
dishwasher and washed by hand the crystal champagne flutes that we'd used.
We'd need all of them to make this celebration work.  I made a mental note
to buy more before the weekend when the gay men arrived.  And that reminded
me to immediately call Uncle Clay and invite them up for the weekend to
help us celebrate, too.

	Doug Carey called back while I was on the phone with Uncle Clay.
They looked forward to meeting the man that Dave was so crazy about and
that his parents thought the world of.  I'd have to be on my best behavior.

	Uncle Clay was overjoyed to be invited to another of our scandalous
parties, especially for the event we were celebrating.  He and Linc would
be here for sure.

	I asked Dave what Doug was like, but before he could answer, the
bankers arrived.

	Ed introduced a distinguished-looking, senior vice president.  He
was responsible for individual customer accounts, which exceeded
$1,000,000.  We shook hands all around.  Dave shot me a look when the vice
president started to speak.  Angus Hamilton had a British Isles accent so
thick that you had to listen carefully.  He didn't sound pompous, but he
easily could have.  But, the vibes were definitely gay.

	"We were just celebrating our good fortune," Dave said, showing
them to the comfortable sunroom.  "Could we interest you in some Krug '86
Blanc de Blancs?"

	"We really shouldn't while conducting business," Ed began.

	"But, we're going to make an exception in this case," Angus
intoned.  "I know that bubbly is very nice."  That was high praise from an
Anglo.  Evidently, Brits disdained not all things French.

	Dave extracted four champagne flutes from the freezer, along with
the bottle I'd moved to the refrigerator.  He uncorked the bottle, and
Angus jumped and squeaked.  Typical gay reaction, I thought smiling.
Remembering how John poured the champagne down the inside of the glass,
Dave executed the maneuver like a veteran bartender.  He handed each of us
a filled glass.

	"To a successful financial affiliation," he toasted.

	"Here, here," Angus boomed.  We agreed, repeating his response.

	After enjoying a deeply appreciated sip of the Krug, Angus began
the conversation.  There would be forms to fill out, most of which he had
with him.  The Feds (showing that the money wasn't illegally obtained)
required the first ones.  He'd need to confirm that with the source of the
funds.  We told them as little as possible to satisfy them about the nature
of the funds.  Just by saying it was the proceeds from a legal settlement
seemed to be enough.

	After the requisite forms were filled out, they presented several
options to us, from the conservative to the more risky.  As we hadn't
really had time to discuss what our investment goals were, we decided to
put the funds in two balloon money market certificates, one with my name as
primary and the other with Dave's.  We informed them also that the first
$10,000,000 would be placed in their hands tomorrow, with the remaining
$15,000,000 in 30 days.  They were all smiles at that revelation.

	We shook hands again as they left.  "Geez," Dave laughed when they
were out of earshot.  "The man is so stiff and so proper.  I suppose that's
good in a banker, but there was a definite undertone there that wanted to
squeal and carry-on something dramatic!"

	"Yeah, did you hear him squeak when the cork came out of the
bottle?" I reminded him.  "Definitely gay."

	"Oh, yeah," Dave agreed.  "But, he does know his stuff, so that
doesn't make any kind of difference to me.  I was intrigued by his ideas
concerning tax-exempt municipal bonds.  I don't wanna pay any more taxes
than I have to."

	"But, it was good to hear that we don't have to pay estimated tax
on this until we file next year," I remembered.

	"Yeah, he even wrote it down were we could find it on the net.
I'll have to check it out and ask Linc's accountant or get one of our own,"
he smiled.  He knew I wasn't up on the current tax laws, so I was the last
person to be asking tax questions.

	"So, what'll we do about something nice for Leon and Myrna?"  I
asked.

	"I've been thinking about that.  I remember that there is a
lifetime gift you can make to individuals that's $30,000 each.  I thought
we might wanna do that for them," Dave suggested.

	"Thirty thousand from each of us to each of them?" I asked, seeking
clarification.  "That's $60,000 a piece?"

	"It was just a thought," Dave said defensively.

	"No, no!" I responded.  "I was only asking for clarification, not
disputing the amount.  They've done a LOT for us!"

	"Well, let's check the tax consequences for us and for them before
we do it," Dave waffled.

	"Okay.  We'll have to find a good tax accountant to help us out.
This is a mine field and we're without a map to get across it," I sighed.

	"You sure we have enough bubbly?" Dave asked.  We've plowed through
almost two bottles already."

	"I know I won't have much more for a while," I smiled.  "I'm
light-headed, already."

	"Mom won't have more than a glass," he remarked.  "Doug's wife,
Jana, won't have more than a sip, if that.  She's 'in a family way'," he
snickered.  "I'll bet she loved getting that big dick of his.  Of course,"
he smiled at me, "he hasn't found the right man yet who can take as much
dick as he has to offer."

	"Oh?  Do tell!"

	"Hung about like me, so he's probably not able to 'use' all of it."

	"Damn!" I breathed.  "How'd you know this?"

	"We were boys growing up together, Mike," he laughed.  "Teenagers
wake up hard all the time.  Something that size you can't hide very easily.
Besides, Donnie told me."

	"That GOSSIP!" I chortled.

	"Yeah, well, brother's do share some items that don't ordinarily
come up in polite conversation," he smiled.

	"I've always wished I had a brother instead of two sisters," I
sighed.  "You find so many things you can't discuss with them."

	He gave me a big hug.  "You have this brutha, now!" he whispered in
my ear.  "How about if I show you how much your brutha loves you?" he added
licking my ear and squeezing my butt cheeks.

	"If you mean to fuck my ass until you cum deep inside me," I
breathed heavily into his strong neck, "you have my undivided attention AND
permission."  He slipped a hand down the back of my pants and worked a long
finger down my ass canyon until he found my pucker.  "But, I'd suggest we
adjourn to the bedroom.  The smell of sex will still be hanging heavily in
here when your family comes, if we don't."

	Dave dragged his hand out of my pants and sniffed his fingers.
"Hot, tight ass in need of a deep fuck," he smiled.  "Lead the way.  I
wanna watch that pretty butt move as you walk in front of me."

	I turned around and ground my butt into his crotch.  Even through
several layers of clothing, I could feel his thick dick growing bigger.  I
wiggled my ass and slid my pants down below my ass cheeks.  He squatted
down, sniffing around like a dog in heat, then, growled and pushed his face
into my shorts-covered bootie.  I could feel his hot, wet tongue trying to
get through the fabric and into my butthole.  He worked me over for several
minutes before coming up for a deep breath.  It was times like these that I
wished I wore a jock instead of shorts.  Dave could have instant access to
my hole, then.

	"This what you're after?" I asked, and smiled over my shoulder as I
lowered my shorts to my knees.  My pants were already on the floor.  I bent
over, reaching for the floor.

	"Oh, yeah!" he confessed, licking at my exposed winker.  "But, if
we don't move now, you'll get fucked right here, over the kitchen counter.
I can't hold out much longer."  His slurps among the words were getting me
so hot to get fucked that I didn't care if he fucked me right here.  "Step
outta those pants and get to the bedroom.  My dick wants to unload, NOW!"

	I pulled off my pants quickly.  He continued to eat at my asshole,
making all kinds of lewd and disgusting noises (which I loved).  I pulled
my ass cheeks farther apart.  "Follow me, Big Man!  I need to get fucked as
much as you need to shoot that ball honey up my deep hole."  Moving slowly,
but still bent over, I continued to entice him with my exposed winking
hole.  His hands joined mine on my butt, as he crab- walked behind me,
licking and moaning with increasing lust for me.

	When we reached the bedroom, he pushed me on to the bed, his face
still in my ass.  I could hear a zipper being pulled down and shoes hitting
the floor.  I started to pull off my shirt, but he wouldn't allow the waste
of time.  His dick was in my butt before I could protest any further.

	"Fuck!  I need to breed your ass!" Dave groaned as more inches
moved into me.  I spread my legs more, pushing back into him.  My chest was
on the bed, giving him an obscene, open hole to fuck harder.  I needed this
as much as he did.

	He was balls deep, now.  His dripping precum lubed my love channel
liberally.  I could feel each throb of his heartbeat in the fat dickhead
deep in my stretched hole.  Reaching between my legs, I grasped his big
bull nuts and massaged them.  He moaned with pleasure.  I pulled him deeply
into me and held him there.  His rammer jerked.  My milking butt channel
instinctively gripped his horsedick and tightened.

	"Aw, SHIT!" Dave bellowed.  He pulled out about half way and shoved
hard back in.  "Fuckin' CUMMING!" he shouted.  I felt his dick pulse and a
warm, wet feeling engulfed my insides.  Again, he lunged, and I felt the
deep warmth spreading.  His last forceful jab sprawled me out on to the
bed.  He followed, drilling hard and deep with his hips; but the upper body
flopped on my back, out of control.

	We remained glued together with Dave's monster dick up my ass,
draining the rest of his massive load into my thirsty ass.  He kissed me
about the neck and shoulders, telling me repeatedly how much he loved me,
punctuating each phrase with a welcomed thrust.  Only the phone ringing
pulled us apart.  As it was probably a member of his family, he answered
it.

	"Hi, Dave," John said.  "I hope I didn't interrupt anything," then
laughed at his own joke.

	"You don't wanna know, John," Dave laughed back.

	"Just calling to tell you that we'll sign the papers in the
restaurant downstairs from the law offices at ten.  Myrna will be there to
witness it and put her notary stamp on it," he concluded.

	"Thanks, we'll be there," Dave agreed.  "Thanks, again, John, for
all the good work you've done for us."

	"My pleasure, Dave."

	While he talked on the phone, I removed the last of my clothes and
sat on the commode to expel air that Dave had pumped or licked up there.
The heady scent of sex and a heavy load of cream permeated the air.

	I turned on the shower, but before I could get the temperature
right, Dave moved in behind me.  "I see that your dick is still hard," he
grinned squeezing my fat cock in his left hand.  "Gotta get that load,
Mike."  He went down on me, swallowing the entire length.

	"You'll have cum breath for your parents if you keep that up," I
warned in a husky voice.

	"I got butt breath already.  Besides, I'm just getting it wet, so
you can fuck me," he parried.

	"I'll just bet," he grinned.  "Prove it!" I added entering the
shower.

	He followed me in, handed me the lube, and bent over.  "See
anything ya like, Mister?"  What followed I'll describe as DEEPLY
satisfying.  I shot a heavy load deep in his satisfied ass after eating his
tight hole for so long that the water had cooled.  And as he had, eating
bootie that good for that long was more than my overheated dick could
tolerate.  I couldn't have had my dick up his ass more than 30 seconds
before I started to lose my nut load.  Between his backing on to me and me
racing hard and deep into him, my hot dick gravy blasted into him high and
wet.

	I pulled out and cranked the temperature knob as far over as I
could to get warm water.  It lasted only long enough to clean our dicks and
buttholes.  Hopefully, the cascading water had rinsed off the other sex
smells we'd accumulated.

	After dressing (and brushing our teeth and rinsing with mouthwash),
we continued to talk about preparations for the potluck tonight.  We had
enough champagne and sodas for our few guests.  Dave thought about inviting
his cousin Roger, but decided that he would be a better guest at the party
this weekend.  Furthermore, inviting his aunt and uncle didn't seem
possible, as they didn't live in the city anymore.  He'd let his parents
tell them about their good fortune, if they thought there was a need.

	We had ingredients for a salad, if one didn't appear.
Additionally, there was sorbet for dessert, or I could whip up a fruit
salad from the apples, oranges, and bananas we had in the house.  I knew of
a fast recipe for a champagne and honey dressing for the fruit salad, if we
decided we needed it.

	Donnie arrived first, immediately pumping us for information.  We
stonewalled him like everyone else.  He'd brought comfort food: macaroni
and cheese and potato skins.  Dave asked where their parents were.  Donnie
replied that they'd be along shortly, as their mom was still fussing with
something.  Before their parents arrived, Doug and Jana drove up.  There
was a Greek deli near to where they lived, so they'd stopped there for
Greek salad and baklava.

	Dave introduced me to his brother and sister-in-law.  Doug looked
like a mirror image of his brother, Donnie.  The big bulge in his pants
looked like Donnie's, too.  Jana was at least seven months pregnant, if not
more.  Immediately, I felt at ease around them.

	I was already pouring the first round when Opal and Dave,
Sr. arrived with a large kettle with the lid on.  "I only need to put this
on the stove for a few minutes and we'll have chicken and dumplin's that'll
make your mouth too happy to eat anythin' else," she grinned.  Dave,
Sr. was as pleased as he could be to get Opal to cook one of his favorites
for our special occasion.

	Jana had a sip of Doug's and pronounced our special champagne
wonderful.  "I only wish I weren't expecting, so I could have more!
Where'd you get such fine bubbly?"

	"Kroger's," Dave replied.  "Good stuff!"

	"So, when's the happy date?" I asked.

	"First of May," Doug, the proud papa-to-be, replied.

	"That's about when Carol is due, isn't it?" Dave asked.

	"Yeah, give or take a week," Jana said.  "Twins tend to want to be
early, and first ones, like mine, want to be late.  So, who knows when
we'll deliver."

	"We're going to see them in a couple of weeks," Dave volunteered.
"Anything you want us to say for you?"

	"Just congratulations," Jana said.  "And it will soon be over, even
if she feels like she's as big as a whale."

	"I'm not sure I'd want to repeat that," Dave laughed.

	"Nor would I," I agreed.

	Dinner was delicious.  Even though we had comfort food and Greek
food, the combinations were surprisingly appealing.  The chicken and
dumplings were even better than advertised.  Unbelievably good!  We toasted
several times to our good fortune.  Although we were asked many times for
more details about the settlement and the reason for it, we held firm.  No
additional details were divulged.  With just Dave, Sr., Doug, and Donnie
drinking, we only went through two bottles of champagne.  Dave and I had a
small glass.  We'd had enough, already.

	Opal had vastly over-prepared, so she left the rest of the chicken
and dumplings with us.  It would be enough to feed us for another three
days.  The rest of the food had been consumed.  Opal drove Dave, Sr. home
and Jana drove Doug.  Both men had consumed enough that they shouldn't be
driving.  Donnie had, too.  So, he thought he should spend the night,
instead of going home with his parents and leaving his car here.  His
classes tomorrow didn't start until 10:00.  Besides, he was hoping to share
our bed, again.  We'd didn't object.

	Despite his persistent goading, we didn't divulge one syllable more
about our "windfall" of funds.  He thought as the younger, gay brother, he
could worm additional information from us.  No matter how hard he tried
(including waving his hot ass and big dick in my face), I didn't say any
more.  That was mostly because my mouth and throat were full of 11" of
black dick with a wonderful upward curve, or my face was buried deeply
between his luscious, dark, melon cheeks.

	Dave was just as closed mouth about the subject as I was, but not
closed mouth in other ways.  He was working the front side of Donnie's
street when I was working on the back side.  I got my creamy reward on my
second round on his long dick.  Dave's tongue had lubed him up well enough
that Dave could get a long finger up Donnie's hole and tickle his prostate.
That's what triggered Donnie's delicious load.  I was grateful.  Donnie's
second load disappeared down Dave's throat not more than ten minutes later,
when my fat, condom-covered 9" butt stretcher stroked Donnie's prostate to
a second heavy climax.

	Donnie was very appreciative.  Bending over farther (which gave me
a wonderful shot at his hard, deep hole), he orally engulfed his older
brother's fat 11" horse cock to the root.  Dave was already so turned on
that Donnie didn't have to work very long to get Dave's nut.  My load
preceded Dave (but in the other end) by only seconds.  I was so intent on
ramming Donnie hard and deep that I pulled him into my groin, almost
disconnecting him from Dave's impending climax.  But, my climax had peaked
and was receding.  Dave's monster dick slid down Donnie's thirsty throat
one last time before unloading repeating jets of sperm into his younger
brother's sucking mouth.

	We got out of bed and made a few phone calls, inviting several of
our gay friends to a celebration bash for Saturday night.  We decided we'd
have the time to do the food, but when everyone asked what they could
bring, we told them to bring their favorite canapé and a healthy
appetite for food and the best bubbly we could find.  We decided to be
mysterious about the reason for a party so soon after the housewarming,
giving them even more reason to attend.

	Donnie was feeling left out.  But, he's an inventive lad.  We each
got another blowjob from him before all the calls had been completed.  By
the time we were ready for bed, Donnie unloaded again.  But, this time, I
had the pleasure of quaffing his warm sperm load.  For Dave (watching his
brother and me couple), this was too much.  He pulled Donnie into the
bedroom, quickly slipped on a condom, and mounted his sweet butt slowly in
a face-to-face position.  I saw my opening and sat on the young man's face
as Dave and I kissed passionately.

	He rode the tight butt of his younger sibling very slowly.
Donnie's face worked deeper into my butt, moaning with desire and lust.
His hands on Dave's muscled ass urged Dave to fuck him harder and deeper.
Dave broke our kiss, as he was getting closer to cumming.  I leaned over,
sucking up Donnie's expanding dick, spreading my ass for him.  Donnie
moaned louder as his tongue drove deeper.

	We remained sexually intertwined for several more minutes.  But,
Dave couldn't hold out any longer.  He'd slowed his pace, but Donnie was
milking Dave's monster cock, which was long-dicking his ass.  I did the
best I could at sucking Donnie off.  From the sounds of his lustful groans
in my ass, he was getting very close, again.  Whether it was Dave's big
dick stroking his prostate or my talent on his dickhead, Donnie jerked and
yelled loudly as a hard climax wave crested over him.

	"Fuck my ass!" Donnie shouted into my well-eaten butt.  "Fuck IT!"
Despite his numerous loads already delivered this evening, Donnie delivered
another big one into my waiting, sucking mouth.  I swallowed his first two
shots, then, swallowed again after three and four.  Each time Dave rammed
him hard, Donnie shot again.

	"CUMMING!" Dave moaned, hammering hard and deep into Donnie's
spasming, milking, and tight asshole.  "FUCK!" he repeated again and again.
The fat 11" dick rammed Donnie in perfect synchronicity with Donnie's
spraying climax into my sucking face.  I gulped his sweet load, again.
Where did he find all this creamy sperm to give me?  I squeezed his slender
dickhead and several inches of shaft down my throat, massaging the last
dribbles out of his slowly shrinking 11" shooter.

	"SHIT!" Donnie yelped, laughing as he pushed me away and rolled me
off his sensitive dickhead.  My throat had evidently been applying too much
friction.  But, he didn't pull away from Dave's monster cock.  That felt
good in his ass and could stay there for a long time (as far as Donnie was
concerned).

	But, Dave pulled out.  There wasn't any point in using a condom if
you left your dick a guy's ass and let the cream leak out.  With a big
grin, Donnie grabbed the filled condom and drank.  He smacked his lips in
appreciation.  I moved over to him and kissed him deeply.  He was
momentarily stunned at my quick action, but appreciated sharing Dave's load
with his own.

	"YUM!" he smiled when we broke apart.  "Nice combination of
tastes."  I nodded my head, agreeing with him.

	"I'm fucked out," Dave yawned.  "So much excitement these last few
days that I haven't been able to sleep.  But, I'm so sleepy now, I'll have
to be blasted out of bed tomorrow."  We sorted out sleeping positions with
me in the middle.  Donnie had said that he wanted to sleep as far away from
Dave as he could, as he knew how much Dave snored when he was this tired.

	"Sleep in the other room, then, Donnie," Dave suggested with
another yawn.

	"Oh, no!" Donnie protested.  "I wanna be near this stud you're
playing house with," he said, squeezing my ass.  "I might need a deep
fucking before the night's over.  And I know you wouldn't wake up even with
a brass band in the room, so there's no hope of getting some from you,
again soon."

	I leered back at him.  "Be careful what you wish for, Donnie," I
lewdly grinned.  "That sweet ass of yours could be takin' some serious
white boy dick in the middle of the night."

	"Promise?" he leered back at me.

	"Just don't wake me up," Dave said, turning out the light.

	We didn't.  Dave slept right through the coupling for which Donnie
woke me at four a.m.  Donnie wasn't subtle about it at all.  I was sleeping
on my back.  By that time of the morning, I had a piss hard-on.  Donnie
lubed it up and sat on it, grinding his tight, narrow hips downward until
he was completely impaled.  I woke up just as he settled on to my groin
with his round ass cheeks.  His tight butt felt great on my sensitive, hard
dick.  He was even tighter than Dave.

	"Make love to me, Mike," he whispered.  "I need your hot load in my
black ass."  He punctuated his last request by milking my dick and pulling
upwards with his ass muscles, then, sitting down again, munching my dick
with his sweet hole-muscles.  He continued working my shaft and dickhead
with his talented ass.  I thrust upwards each time he engulfed the length
of my prick.  He bent over and kissed me, pushing back on my dick.  I
grabbed his narrow hips and thrust upwards, again.  He moaned
appreciatively and kissed me harder.  I rocketed harder and deeper into
him.  His hot ass grabbed and stroked at my dick.

	I groaned, holding my breath, trying to postpone my climax.
Donnie's tight hole milked me again.  It was all over.  From the way I was
moaning, he knew I was on the verge of creaming his hungry ass.  He kissed
me harder, pushing back on my bloated cock.  My dick swelled and jerked.
My hands pushed his hips down hard on to my upward thrusting dick.  Buried
deeply, I came.

	"Yeah, fuck that ass," he whispered huskily.  "Cream my hole, Man!
Give me all that white boy cum!"

	In the middle of my third hard spray and upward thrust, it dawned
on me what he was saying.  "SHIT!" I moaned and pushed him off my geysering
dick.  Donnie hadn't put a condom on my dick.  No wonder the hot coupling
felt so good in his ass.  He grabbed my dick and rammed it up his hole,
again.  I fired, again.  "Damn, Donnie!"  I pushed him off, again.  Again,
my dick shot a rope of cream.  It didn't hit my stomach, so I assumed I'd
pasted his ass cheeks.  Instead, my shot was centered at his gaping asshole
and sprayed inside him once more, with dribbles down his nuts.  The last
two weak shots hit his ass cheeks as I'd moved him farther to one side.

	"Don't be mad at me, Mike," he whispered pleadingly.  "I've always
wanted to do it bareback.  I know you're safe to fuck with, because you
always bareback with Dave."  He kissed me.  "And I wanted a white boy to
fuck me when I did bareback, too.  Who better to get my cherry than my own
brother's, hot, white lover?  I've always thought you were the hottest man
I'd ever met, Mike."

	The praise was certainly head turning, but it was still a risky
thing for him to do.  "Look, Donnie," I whispered back at him, hoping we
hadn't awakened Dave with our illicit fuck, "what you did was wrong.  You
shouldn't ever do barebacking with a guy, unless you are absolutely sure
he's been only monogamous with you.  You only assume so with Dave and I."

	"A valid assumption, too," he smiled back at me.  Just like Kurt,
he had the bases covered.

	"And it wasn't right that Dave didn't know you were gonna get
fucked bareback by me, either.  Dave and I have an agreement that we never
fuck without the other being present.  And doing it bareback is really
worse than cheating," I insisted.

	"Dave's right here, Mike," he countered.  "So, you haven't been
fucking around behind his back.  And I'm sorry that you think that cumming
in my ass was cheating.  I hadn't thought of that, and I'm sorry."

	"Well, we have to tell him when he wakes up," I insisted.

	"You really think anyone could sleep through what you two were
doing?" Dave laughed.  We hadn't been as quiet as we'd thought.  "You
didn't stray over the line, Mike.  But, I'm glad that you think we needed
to talk about it.  Whenever we've had someone in bed with us, I'm not gonna
keep an eye on you to be sure that I'm participating in later fucks in the
middle of the night.  Besides, Donnie's family.  That makes it even more
okay."

	"But, that was pretty underhanded of Donnie to ride my dick
bareback," I insisted.

	"Yes, it was," Dave agreed.  "But, I also understand and appreciate
his logic.  I think you're the hottest man around, too.  And I know what
you're going to say.  He shouldn't be thinking with his dick or his ass.
He can't be doin' this kinda thing and expect to live very long.  And I
agree, but it was with you, Mike, and he does have a point."

	"Two against one," I sighed.  "I'll never win this one."

	"You won both of us, Mike," Dave smiled.  "We both love you."

	Donnie stammered, "Uh, well, not like Dave does, of course."

	"You've been busted, Bro'," Dave snickered.  "I've seen that puppy
dog look when you look at Mike.  He's exactly what you want in a lover,
isn't he?"

	"Well, yeah, I suppose," Donnie whispered, not really admitting
anything, but we could see through his ruse.

	"You have been SO busted, Donnie," I said, repeating Dave's words.
"I had no idea you felt like that."

	"You can't see ANYONE looking you over, Mike.  I see it all the
time," Dave revealed.

	"Really?"

	"You are SO blind, Mike!" Dave laughed.

	"It isn't like you never get cruised, Dave," I said in defense.
"I've seen how those men at the gym undress you with their eyes."

	"You'll have to point them out," he replied.  "But, not tonight.
We need SLEEP!"

	"Okay, you win," I sighed.  "Sleep, and no more bareback fucking
with Donnie," I added looking at Donnie directly, but not sure he saw my
face.  It was so damned dark in the bedroom.  There were no streetlights
shining into the bedroom like at the other house.  Donnie lay next to me,
Dave on the other side.  Within a few minutes, both were asleep.  I was,
too.

	We were punctual.  At exactly 10:00 a.m., we strode through the
lobby of the building where the offices of the law firm took up the 12th
through 15th floors.  Dave directed me to the restaurant to the left of the
foyer.  Seated to the right side of the restaurant and about a third of the
way back sat Myrna.  Without knowing her, I immediately knew she had to be
our mole in the partnership office.  She had a mature, no nonsense, regal,
but still warm look about her.  Dave smile at her, then, guided me to her
table.  She rose to greet us.

	"Myrna!  So good to see you, again.  You look ravishing as always,"
he seductively said, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

	"You old fraud!" she laughed.  "You can't fool me."

	"And this is Mike, Mike Claiborne, the man who is the cause of all
this," he smiled mischievously.

	"I've heard much about you, Mr. Claiborne," she smiled genuinely,
shaking my hand.  "All of it bad!" she laughed heartily.

	"Uh, thanks, I think," I smiled, not knowing if she meant to be coy
or was letting me know she knew of the inside joke that was going to pay us
millions.

	"Quite a catch, Dave," she said, appraising me openly.  "Too bad he
doesn't play on my team."

	"He used to, just like I did, Myrna," Dave revealed.

	"Oh?"

	"Long, sad story," I sighed.

	"I'll just take your word for it," she smiled engagingly, again.
"The good- looking ones are always taken.  In this case, by the equally
good-looking one," she sighed whimsically.

	"We wouldn't have it any other way," Dave grinned.

	"The world's a sad place when it can't accept the love that two men
can have for each other," Myrna said sternly.  "But, in this case, the
world is going to pay for it, on a grand scale.  I believe the agreed upon
amount is $25,000,000?"

	"Yeah," Dave said, but with a hint of perplexity in his voice.

	"A small change of plans," Myrna smiled innocently.  "I guess they
want to get it over with.  Two checks, twelve point five million each," she
added with a flourish, handing us each a cashier's check.  "Just sign
here," she indicated on three groups of very legal looking papers.

	"Let me look these over one last time, Myrna," John Wells said over
my shoulder.

	"John!" I said startled.  "I was wondering if you were going to
make it."

	"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he gloated.  "And all at once,
too.  Nice of them to admit that they had the money all the time," he added
smiling.

	"You wouldn't believe how much they have available at any given
moment," Myrna added in a whisper.  "Rich as Midas, they are."

	"Probably didn't even make a dent in their petty cash," Dave
snarled.

	"Oh, this hurt them, all right, but not nearly enough," she sighed.
"They'll probably continue on in this vein for more years until all these
jackasses retire.  Oh, sorry.  That was very unladylike of me," she smiled,
not a bit regretful.

	"What would have hurt them?" I asked.  Curiosity is my middle name.

	"The three hundred mill in punitive damages would have done it,"
she noted.  "Even that would have been but a temporary set back.  These
guys really drag in some serious coin."

	"Nothing we can do about it, though, not now that we've settled,"
Dave said sadly.

	John had been reading through the text of the two-page agreement.
"Solid agreement, just what we agreed to.  Sign," he added, handing me a
pen.  I signed, then Dave.  Myrna pulled out her notary seal and attested
to our signatures.  She distributed two of the three copies of the signed
and notarized agreements to us.  She kept the third one to return to the
partnership.

	"Tell Leon hello for us, Myrna, please.  And add a big thank-you!"
Dave requested.

	"Why do you stay with these sharks?" I asked.  "If that isn't too
personal, that is," I hastily amended.

	"Money, pure and simple," she answered.  "I'd leave them in a New
York minute, if I could afford it.  They pay me very well, better than I
could get just about anywhere else.  And I'm my sole support.  So, until I
can afford to retire, I stay with them."

	"How soon is that?" Dave asked indelicately.

	"Another two years and I'll qualify for early retirement and
escape."

	Dave looked at me and I nodded.  "How about if we make it worth
your while to escape earlier?" he said mysteriously.

	"How ya gonna do that?" she asked warily.  "Hire me?"

	"Perhaps, even better," Dave said, pulling an envelope from his
coat pocket and handing it to her.  "We can give you $60,000 for helping us
out, as a gift, Myrna.  No tax consequences.  I'd suggest that you keep
this out of the eyesight of anyone else in the firm.  We don't need to
attract attention with a mysterious envelope right after talking to us."

	She was shocked at the proposal, but the wheels were turning,
calculating how she could make that additional windfall get her out even
earlier.  She peeked in the envelope to confirm Dave's words.  "You boys
are devious," she smiled.  "I like the way you think.  That would get more
than a year closer.  And I read the terms of the agreement you just signed.
You and Mr. Wells can't contact any of the attorneys we've terminated under
similar circumstances over the past few years.  But, nothing says that I
can't!"

	We smiled broadly at her clever idea.  "This may be just the key to
hit them where it hurts," John smiled.  "But, I can't comment on it," he
laughed.

	"You go, Girl!" I laughed.  "Trite, but so true here!"

	"I'll bet Leon would be a great help," Dave said.  "He knows
everything.  BUT, you never heard this from me."

	"I was already thinking of enlisting his assistance," Myrna grinned
conspiratorially.  "He's a jewel.  Too bad he's leaving us," she sighed.

	"Yeah, we heard he was thinking of bolting soon," Dave agreed.
"Could you send him down here in a flash and VERY discretely, so we could
talk to him, too?"

	"Sure," she agreed, but knew something was lurking in Dave's brain.
"A pleasure doing business with you, Gentlemen," she added, shaking the
hands of each of us, with special kisses and hugs for Dave and me.

	"You're doing the same for Leon, aren't ya?" John smiled.  We
nodded.

	Leon was as thunderstruck and grateful as Myrna had been, when Dave
handed him an identical envelope.  Dave delivered the same message about
keeping the envelope secret, and away from all other members of the firm.
He agreed.  Leon stated he was going to put the money in an IRA account for
his retirement.  John mentioned that he should talk to Myrna about a future
collaboration she had in mind for them.  He looked perplexed, but we could
say no more under the terms of the agreement, other than our silly smiles.

	As giddy as schoolgirls, we raced to the bank.  Rather than hand
the checks to a teller, we sought out Ed Howard.  He treated us like
royalty, blanching slightly when he saw that the full amounts would be
deposited today.  Ed took care of all the arrangements personally.  We had
a few more papers to sign, but that took little time.

	"Now," Dave said, "one more thing.  We need a very good, very
discrete tax accountant.  You know of any?"

	"Uh, sure," Ed replied thinking quickly.  "I can recommend four or
five right away.  Good move, too, by the way," he smiled.  "Would you like
to have them come by your home, so you can interview them?"

	"Yeah," Dave smiled.  "That'd be great.  Thanks, Ed."

	"When would be a good time to hold these interviews?"

	"Tomorrow wouldn't be too soon," I volunteered.  Dave nodded
agreement.

	"That might be kinda fast during tax season, but for this sorta
dough, I'll bet they could find the time," Ed laughed.  "How about an hour
apiece and starting at nine in the morning?"  We nodded our agreement.

	At home, we grabbed our gym bags and were heading out the door when
the phone rang.  Kurt was calling to tell us that he'd just gotten word
from Gene that the house was theirs!  The old owners had agreed to the
offered price.  They'd had little other choice, having received no other
offers in two months.  After congratulating him, we told him that he and
Gene were invited to a celebration on Saturday evening at our house.  He
wanted to know what it was about and what they could bring, but we told him
that as they didn't have a place to prepare anything, to just bring
themselves.  We'd supply the drinks, specifically, the bubbly.

	Kurt was bouncing off the walls.  He was so happy about having a
home with Gene and being close to us.  "I have a class at two, but I need
someone to share this with," he crowed.  "You guys are home, so I assume
you aren't busy."

	"We were just leaving for the gym," Dave allowed.  "Why don't you
join us?"

	"I'll be there in ten minutes," he promised and hung up.

	"We have a workout partner," Dave revealed.  "Kurt will be joining
us."

	"Good," I smiled.  "He's fun to workout with.  Besides, he gets
lots of men looking at him which might spill over to us!"

	"What'll happen is that he'll wanna fuck with us after the workout.
You know how he is!" Dave grinned.

	"And the problem with that is?"

	"Just giving you fair warning," he laughed.

	"I could use a good fuck!" I rejoined.

	"So could I."

	"But, somehow, I don't think he's gonna wanna be a top when he's
with us," I cautioned.

	"I'm okay with that, too," Dave smiled.  "He does have a hot butt
for plowing."

	"Wanna bet he'll wanna bareback with us?"

	"I don't bet against sure things!" he laughed, locking the door
behind us.

	At the gym, we changed into our workout clothes.  Trevor wasn't at
the front desk, but Esteban, the well-hung Cuban was cruising the showers.
He waved his long dick at us and disappeared into the steam room.  Seconds
later, a redhead followed him in there.  I thought he looked familiar, but
I couldn't remember where I'd seen him.

	"The other day, sauna, getting fucked, so we went to the steam
room?" Dave snickered, reading my mind.

	"Oh, yeah.  Uh, Scott's his name," I finally recalled.  "Trevor
said he's very talented.  I'll bet Esteban doesn't have any communication
problems with him," I laughed.

	"None whatsoever!"

	"Scott's becoming a popular figure, it would seem," I whispered,
pointing to another man following them into the steam room.  From the looks
of his nearly hard cock, he wasn't going for the wet atmosphere.  Dave
nodded at my assessment.  "Probably gonna take it at both ends, a talent
Trevor noted."

	"Uh huh," Dave agreed.  His dick was expanding as rapidly as mine
at the thought of what was surely going on in there.  We pulled on and
stuff our jocks with nearly hard throbbers.

	Kurt rounded the corner of the lockers.  He stopped, stared, and
smiled, "Thanks for getting it ready for me," he leered at our obscenely
stretched jocks.  "Shall we start now and avoid the workout?" he asked
walking up to us and grabbing two handsful of heavy dick.

	"We need the workout, Kurt," I hissed, slapping his hand away.
Dave let Kurt continue to fondle him.

	"Two against one," Kurt smiled.

	"Stop encouraging the naughty behavior of this child," I said
shaking my finger at Dave, laughing.

	Kurt had dropped his pants and shorts by now.  He turned, pulled
Dave's jock down and aimed the black scimitar at his winking pucker.  "Rub
that big dick on my hole until your precum lubes me enough to fuck me," he
begged.

	"DAVE!" I protested.  He looked over at me innocently, pushed
Kurt's torso downward, and speared between Kurt's muscled butt cheeks.
Bent over, Kurt pulled me into his face, nuzzling my jock-encased dick.  He
sniffed and slurped at my full nuts and drizzling member.  "Kurt!  We can't
do this here," I whispered.  He moaned with pleasure.  Dave had pushed a
couple of inches up Kurt's hungry ass.  I sighed and let them have their
way.  But, I did keep an ear and eye out for company.

	I finally came to my senses.  We couldn't get caught in this
indelicate positioning.  "Let's go to the sauna.  I think it's empty and we
won't get caught so easily," I suggested.  Dave and Kurt walked in lock
step to the sauna with Dave's hard dick going deeper with each step.  I
grabbed my shaving kit full of condoms and lube and joined them.  "Maybe
this will help?" I said handing Dave some lube.

	"Yeah, thanks," he murmured.  We'd shed our jocks by then.  Kurt
was in such a hurry to get fucked that he hadn't removed his socks, yet.
He seemed not to care.  I moved in front of the rutting couple and offered
my hard dick to Kurt.  He swallowed it whole.  Practice with Gene had
improved his sucking and dick-swallowing talents.  I moaned with
appreciation.  So did Dave.

	"Yeah!  Hammer that ass," Kurt breathed licking my nuts.  "Turn
around Mike.  I wanna eat that pretty ass, too."  I did as requested and
bent over.  He tongued my butt like a starving man, searching for the last
morsel.  I pulled my butt cheeks farther apart and he drove his tongue
deeper.

	"Hot fuckin' ASS!" Dave roared and bucked hard.  I looked over my
shoulder.  Dave's face was a study in climax.  His body shook and jerked as
each new wave crashed over him.  Nonsensical monosyllables cascaded from
his mouth, the decibels increasing with each shot of cream into Kurt's
eager hole.  "Fuck!" he repeated.

	Kurt was in no condition to work me over.  Dave was ramming him so
hard that even Kurt's big frame left the floor a couple of times.  When
Dave finished with the hard climax waves, his eyes opened and he smiled
sheepishly.  "Kinda overdid it.  Sorry," he apologized to Kurt.

	"No apology necessary, Dave," Kurt smiled standing up and pulling
off Dave's weapon.  "I love it when Gene pounds my ass that good."  He
looked at Dave's cum- dripping cock and squeezed it.  More cum rolled out.
He leaned in and engulfed it, stripping more cream with his hand.  Dave
pulled way hurriedly.

	"It tickles!  Stop!" he laughed.

	Kurt grinned.  "I know, but I just had to have some of that tasty
spooge," he opined.  "Mike's turn now," he added bending over in front of
me.  I sat back on the bench and beckoned him to sit on my lap.  He was
just too tall for me to reach his hot ass with my dick.

	I slid in easily, the combination of fresh cum and Dave's big dick
made the passage slick and deep.  Kurt clamped down on me, moaning.  I
tried to look over his shoulder, but couldn't.  I looked around him and saw
the cause of his moans. Dave was sucking Kurt's 12" cock and Kurt was
quickly approaching his own climax.  Getting fucked by a big dick was
always a fast way to get Kurt off.  I was in him less than a minute before
he started to climax.  My thrusting increased as his tight channel milked
me.

	"Cumming," Kurt whispered.  "Fuckin' CUMMING!" he said more loudly.
The insides of his tunnel gripped me like a velvet vice, and milked me
rapidly with each climax wave racing through his body.  I was already
close.  That was the trigger that pushed me over the edge.  His butt ground
into my dick, rubbing his prostate mercilessly, as well as my swollen
dickhead, his dick firing again and again.

	"Gawd!  What a fuck!" Kurt sighed happily.  We'd pulled apart,
letting our dicks cool and shrink before we hit the showers.  It was a
little backwards to shower before working out, but it was for a good cause.
We'd cum all over us.  I kissed Dave, sharing Kurt's cum.  "I can't wait
for Gene to arrive, so he can eat my ass and get your loads.  He'll be
surprised, but he'll love it.  I told him all about us doing it bareback.
He's jealous, but understands why we can't do it au natural, yet.

	"I don't think we should make a habit of it, Kurt," I cautioned.
"Jealousy isn't a pretty thing in a man of his size.  You don't want him
acting on it.  He'd pound you into mincemeat," I added as we turned on the
showers.

	"That he could," Kurt nodded.

	"So, what more can you tell us about the house?" Dave asked as we
started to put on our workout clothes, again.

	"Escrow closes in six weeks," Kurt recalled.  "Oh, the most
important part!  We move in as soon as Gene's stuff arrives.  We'll be
renters until it closes!"

	"That IS good news," I agreed.  "When's his stuff arrive?"

	"Next week, I think Gene said.  I don't recall the exact date,"
Kurt replied.

	"He can stay with us until then," Dave offered.  "We've been trying
to reach him (but never could) with the offer to stay with us."

	"And Spring Term is up in a couple of weeks, so I'll be moving in
with him!"  Kurt exclaimed.  "I'm so happy I could pee down both legs just
to feel how warm I am!"

	"Well, you can put that off for a while," Dave said warily,
smiling.

	"Uh, Kurt," I broke in.  "What about your parents?  What'll they
think of you moving in with Gene?"

	"I haven't told them, yet," he sighed.  "We're gonna do that as
soon as Gene gets back from Vegas.  We're going to dinner with them on
Friday."

	"You look a little concerned," Dave observed.

	"I am.  They don't know I 'm gay," he confessed.



So, what should our heroes do about filling their days?  What about some
kind of contribution to charity for John's help?  Trips to see Duane and
Carol, Mike's family, and a honeymoon.  Kurt has a delicate conversation
with his parents and Gene.  So much more to be revealed!

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