Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 18:07:38 -0700
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 59

			 All Pertinent Disclaimers


			      BLACK AND WHITE


			  Chapter 59--Landscaping

	Sunday's weather was dismal.  But, we didn't care.  We'd
accomplished so much yesterday in the yard that we felt like we could lean
back and relax.  We did get in a good workout at the gym (chest day), while
being regaled by Trevor with lecherous tales of what he and Donnie had been
doing.  It was clear that the young college stud had captured Trevor's
heart, but we hadn't heard Donnie's version.  I made a mental note to have
Dave call him when we got home (along with a belated return call to the
coaches whom we'd ignored last night in favor of Taylor).  That brought up
another phone call I should make to Will setting up a date with Taylor and
him.  Busy, busy, busy!

	Dave called Donnie and I returned the coaches' call.  They weren't
in, so I left a message, apologizing for not calling them earlier.  I fixed
brunch for us, but decided I wanted to cook for more than the two of us.
So, I invited the boys behind us to join us for brunch.  They instantly
accepted, having just rolled out of bed after having been entertained at
the coaches' home last night.  It seems that Randy and Chuck found another
couple to warm their beds and butts.  Kurt promised that they'd be showered
and ready for breakfast in 15 minutes.  Gene already had a head start.

	Dave's conversation with Donnie was brief (as he was at their
parents' home), but the sparks of lust were mutual between Dave's younger
brother and Trevor.  At some point, they'd have to talk about sleeping
around (or not) with other guys, but for right now, they spent every
available sexual moment together and loved it.

	During brunch, our new neighbors told us all about their debauched
night in the coaches' bedroom.  I'm sure the youngsters ran the coaches
into the ground.

	They also begged us to come to dinner at their house tonight.  The
professor had promised to have preliminary drawings available tonight, with
presentations by the winning students a week later.  The additional week
was to allow the students who passed the presentation to polish their
artwork and floor plans (as well as nail down last minute cost estimates)
and time to change anything that was vetoed by the boys.  As there was no
set number of finalists, it was up to us to reduce the field.  The boys
wanted our opinions on the student's attempts at the remodel and to help
them select the winners.  We accepted, of course.

	At the arranged hour (after dinner and while we were enjoying
aperitif glasses of Chambord), the teacher arrived with a stack of drawings
and perspectives from his students.  "Now, remember," he began, "this is
all preliminary work.  Their work on cost estimates is nowhere near
finished, but the art and design work is nearly complete.  I haven't
arranged them in any order, so you'll get some good ones and some not so
good ones.  Let's see, we'll start here," he said pulling out the first
portfolio of drawings and a modified floor plan.  "Their names are on the
back, but that's not important, not even to me right now."

	The first portfolio was nicely done, but only roughed in for some
rooms.  The kitchen included more light from overhead "cans" as well as
bigger windows.  The counters and cabinets were plentiful, but wisely
didn't take up all the space.  The details of a wine rack and wine
refrigerator were nicely rendered.  The Sub-Zero refrigerator nearly
overwhelmed the kitchen, though.  Light fixtures in all the bedrooms had
been removed and ceiling fans with stylized lamps replaced them.  The
bathrooms (upstairs and down) had more windows or skylights, but the boys
were reluctant to go that route.  They'd heard many horror stories about
leaking skylights and rotted out frosted windows in shower areas.  The
professor penciled their comments into the margins.

	The next three renderings and floor plans were adequate, but didn't
really have as much warmth as the first student's work.  Their efforts were
commendable, but ordinary.  The fifth portfolio was breathtaking.  The
student had a flair for design and artwork.  He or she had colored in the
warm colors of the cabinets, the stone look of the floor (linoleum?), even
the gray slate of the granite counter tops.  The bedrooms had colorful
bedspreads or comforters with tasteful artwork on the walls.  The window
treatments were inviting and bright.

	But, the bathrooms!  They were nearly a religious experience.  The
tile, sinks, and cabinets were boldly colorful without being garish.  The
oversized shower was next to the Jacuzzi bathtub (master bathroom),
separated by a glass-brick half wall.  Beautiful orchids and spider plants
sat atop the glass wall.  The main bath was just as elegant, but had an
even larger shower and vanity area.  The orchid touch reminded me of our
own specially appointed bathroom on the main floor.  This guy was good!  I
turned over the floor plan to see who'd done it.  I couldn't read the
scrawled out name.

	"What's the name?" I asked the teacher.

	He looked at it and grinned.  "That's Cory.  He's flashy, but very
talented.  You can tell he's put a lot of time into this."

	"I like the way he's opened the doorway between the kitchen and
dining room.  It makes both rooms more inviting," Kurt observed.

	"Yeah, I agree," Gene said.  "I knew I liked his wide archway for
some reason.  That's a great change."  We concurred.

	"Any changes you'd like to see from what he's done?" the teacher
pressed.

	They thought for a minute.  "I don't see anything that strikes me
as something I couldn't live with," Kurt mused.  "However, we may have
other ideas after we see his final drawings."

	"And, the proof is in the cost," Gene cautioned.  "It looks great,
but is it within the budget?"

	"They all know what the budget is, so they'd better figure out how
to make it work," the teacher assured them.

	"I feel kinda badly for the students we aren't selecting," Dave
sighed.  "Does their success with us have a great bearing on their grade
for this course?"

	"I'm glad you asked that," he said.  "After thinking about it, I
decided that this would be an extra credit activity.  Otherwise, only one
student would get a good grade and the rest would fail.  That sure makes no
sense."

	"That's a relief," Kurt breathed.  "I was just thinking about how
I'd feel about only one student getting a good grade and the rest of us
lucky to get a passing grade at best."

	"So, let's press on with the other three students?" the teacher
suggested.  But, they were in the same general "average" group as the
second, third, and fourth students.  Interesting, but no spark.  That left
us with the first student (his name was John) and Cory.  They would be back
Friday evening with their presentations.  The professor would sit in the
background and let the students do it all.  He would grade their
presentations and final products then.  The other students who hadn't been
selected would still be encouraged to finish their projects for the extra
credit points the teacher offered.

	After the professor left (with his drawings and notes), Kurt and
Gene invited us to spend the rest of the evening with them in some bedroom
sports.  They added that they got fucked by and enjoyed fucking the
coaches, but it wasn't like how we made love to them.  That's what they
needed tonight.  How could we refuse their kind offer?

	Dave and I tongue-drilled and licked at their round, muscular butts
until they were pleading for something deeper and thicker.  Their wishes
were granted.  Even though Kurt wanted his "daddy" to fuck him, Dave had
him so needy that Kurt couldn't have remembered my name if he'd had it
shouted out to him.  Gene, though, was keenly aware of what I was doing to
him.  "Fuck me, Mike.  Gotta fuck me!"

	We mounted them in tandem.  Their doggie style positions emphasized
the round hardness of their muscle butts.  We applied a liberal amount of
lube and slipped in easily to the hilt (with the hungry assistance of their
eager hands pulling us in deeply in one long stroke).  "Oh, yeah," Gene
groaned.  "Love that big headed dick!"

	"Oh, how I wanna do this bareback!" Kurt wailed.  "I wanna feel
that big, black fucker creamin' my guts!"

	"I think your boyfriend would prefer that he were the one bareback
riding this hot ass of yours, Boy!" Dave said shoving hard into Kurt.

	"I want loads from all of you," Kurt insisted.  "I wanna be awash
in cum, filled to the MAX!"

	"You'll have to be satisfied with drinking it for a few more
months, Babe," Gene smiled at his new lover.  "Then, you'll have many loads
deep in your ass, instead of your mouth.  How about a free sample, now?"

	Kurt crawled around with Dave buried deeply up his rump, then,
twisted around and burrowed beneath his lover in a 69 position.  I'd
continued fucking Gene as new positions were being sorted out.  "Yeah, Man!
You oughta see Mike's big dick goin' up your big, muscleman ass.  So
fuckin' HOT!" Kurt gushed.  He engulfed Gene's 10" long, thick dick with
his hungry mouth and moaned, again.

	Gene groaned with pleasure.  "You should see how your boy butt
takes this black monster dick of Dave's."  Gene stroked and fondled Dave's
bull nuts and fat dick root.  "It stretches and spreads you so WELL!  It
makes my balls boil.  I'm gonna cum if I keep watching."

	But, it was already too late.  Kurt's skilled tongue and lips
combined with my thick dick rutting in Gene's ass made for an undeniable
combination.  To keep his shouts of climax joy from rattling the windows,
he sucked voraciously at Kurt's throbbing member.  Kurt reached up and
fondled my nuts (as his lover had done with Dave's), feeling the hard shaft
enter his lover's quaking hole.  He groaned loudly, stiffened, and swapped
cum with Gene.  Although it was unclear to me, they were so into watching
each other get fucked that they didn't know they were beyond stopping their
climaxes.  I was thinking it could be our skills at lovemaking.  It might
have been so, but watching each other take big boners up the butt was the
catalyst that trashed any resolve they might have had to delay the
inevitable.

	Dave and I didn't mind.  Although we hadn't said anything to each
other, this session was to pleasure our hosts, not for us to get off.  We
could and would do that later at home.  We'd slowed our pace to keep from
cumming, but fast enough to help them expel the last vestiges of hot cream
their bull nuts had stored.

	After promising to attend the final remodel presentations next
Friday evening, we went home.  The coaches had called back, but asked for a
rain check as they'd been fucked to death last night and weren't up to
another session with young studs like us quite yet.  Joe had called to
remind us that he'd be up next weekend to start on the landscaping and to
confirm that all the plants were on order or were waiting for him at the
nursery.  We called him back, relaying the promises from the nursery that
the last part of the order would be available no later than Thursday.  He
said that he and Ray would be staying overnight with Robert and Gary
(again), as long as Joe was landscaping here and at the neighbors (Kurt and
Gene).  However, Ray and Gary would be in class and Robert would be with
the team when Joe arrived early on Friday afternoon, so Joe was taking a
taxi in from the airport.  We convinced him to let us pick him up at the
airport.  We certainly had the time.

	I called Taylor and Will to set up a date for them.  I'd suggested
coffee at one of the local Starbucks to get things rolling.  Both loved the
idea (especially when I mentioned how much they loved butt munching of a
special kind).

	Dave had pressed his body against my back while I'd been talking to
Will.  His hands roamed across my torso, paying particular attention to my
erect nipples.  As I squirmed under his caress (and tried to carry on a
conversation with Will), Dave's right hand squeezed my erect cock,
producing a heavy, soaking drop of precum that wet through my Levis.  His
hand went into my pants, then, pulled out, sticky with more precum.  He
brought his moist fingers up to my lips to taste.  I practically swooned.
I needed to end this phone call with Will, but he wanted to talk about how
much he loved eating our hot, muscular butts and tasty buttholes.

	Dave's next descent into my pants was down the front again, but
this time, his precum drenched fingers slid down my furry ass trench,
ending their plunge against my grasping pucker.

	"You know," Dave whispered, nuzzling my neck, "we haven't cum yet.
And those boys got my fires burning.  Hang up the phone.  I got something
you need."

	At the risk of being rude, I told Will I had to get off the phone,
but wished him well on his first meeting with Taylor.  I turned around
slowly making sure Dave's hand never left my butt.  "Whatcha got in mind,
Stud?" I smiled.

	"Despite the finger up your ass, I need to get fucked," Dave
insisted.  "Deep and hard!"

	"I'll bet you have a position in mind to make sure that happens," I
countered.

	"Uh huh," he grinned.  "On my back, legs in the air, your dick deep
inside me, making love to me as only you know how."

	My hands were on his hard pecs, massaging his erect nipples.  "You
auditioning for bottom of the year?" I asked with laughter in my voice.  I
nuzzled his neck like he had mine and backed up on to his fingers.  "Gawd!
How I love you fucking me!" I murmured.

	"You'll get your turn, but right now, it's my turn," he insisted,
extracting his fingers from my hungry ass.  I smiled at him wanly.

	"You'll get exactly what you want, Sweetcheeks," I brightened.  "I
know how I get when I've got an itch that needs to be scratched deep in my
ass.  There's no reason for you to have to forgo your pleasure, JUST
because you got my motor running to get fucked HARD!" I laughed.

	"You'll get it, but I GOTTA have it, first," Dave laughed back,
swatting my ass, propelling me into the bedroom.  "Get those clothes off
and fuck my ass, Man!"

	Given his level of urgency, I wasn't surprised when he had his
clothes off and his knees pulled up to his chest before I had my shirt off.
I smiled down at him and finished undressing in striptease fashion.  He
loved it, but kept barking at me to hurry up.  Couldn't I see how hungry
his butthole was?  I laughed and delayed a little more.  But, when I pulled
down my shorts, my hard dick snapped up, slapping me loudly and splattering
precum on the abs.  I was as eager to mate as he was.

	He watched hungrily as I approached the bed.  He pulled his ass
cheeks farther apart, beckoning me forward.  His ass was raised off the
bed, his knees still pulled hard into his broad chest.  "Fuck me, DAMN IT!"
he bellowed.

	I smiled again.  "When I'm ready and you're more eager," I teased.
I knelt at the foot of the bed, pushing his legs harder into his chest.
His ass raised several more inches off the mattress.  "Yeah, HOT asshole!"
I whispered lustily.  I bent closer and breathed hotly on his tight pucker.
His hands pulled his brown butt cheeks farther apart.

	"Stop teasing me, Mike," he growled with a groan.  "You're fuckin'
driving me nuts!"  I leaned in and swiped at his winker.  He groaned
louder.  "FUCK!"  A hand pulled at my head.  I slapped it away.

	"Use your hands to pry those hard buns apart," I ordered.  "I'm
eatin' ass until you NEED to get fucked, not just WANT to get fucked."

	  "You're a sadist," he groaned, then, laughed.  "But, you know I
love how your tongue brings joy to my ass.  Just don't take too long.  My
dick is so hard I'll probably shoot without touching myself," he warned.

	With renewed vigor, I went back to my task.  Dave meant what he
said about his dick being hard.  It was like warm steel to my touch.  If
I'd had more time, I know I could have gotten his sweet butt wet enough for
me to enter him without lube.  But, mindful of his warning, I grabbed the
lube after another two minutes and smeared it the entire length of my 9"
daddy dick.  My fat dick pressed wetly against his moistened pucker.
Dave's ass was used to the pressure of my fat dickhead and opened eagerly
to admit me.  He sighed contentedly as the flared head struck his prostate
and rumbled over it.

	I pulled back out and inserted again.  Again, he sighed and
released his ass cheeks, using his hands on my hard butt to urge me deeper.
It was my turn to sigh with pleasure as his steady hands pulled me deeper
and deeper.  At the thick root, his tight orifice stretched and gulped at
it.  My dick jerked inside him signaling more of my pleasure and surely
depositing more precum to aid the slide in and out.

	I leaned in and kissed him softly on his moaning lips.  His hard,
monster dick between our abs felt like a steel pipe with a wet, sticky tip.
One of his hands moved up to my head and pulled my face down to his again,
kissing me with rising passion.  The other hand rested on my slowly
pistoning ass, trying to get me to go faster.  Obviously, Dave was close
enough to want to shoot his load.  I broke the kiss, and used my fingers to
twirl and twist his erect nipples.  Smiling down at him, I said, "You
needed this bad, didn't ya!"

	"Fuck, YEAH!" he growled, closing his eyes and drinking in the
pleasure his ass button was giving him.  "Those big dicks that live behind
us would have felt good, but no one does it like you do."  My deliberately
slow pace had quickened.  I was feeling the pressure in my full nuts to
unload, too.  "Long-dick me, Mike," he begged.  "I wanna feel it all!"

	Without voicing my answer, I pulled out completely, then, rocketed
back inside.  He smiled and moaned.  His eyes focused on mine, showing our
mutual lust for each other.  He pulled me in for another soulful kiss.
But, his ragged breathing told me that he was right at the edge of a
climax.  Reluctantly breaking the kiss, I bent over farther, engulfed the
big head of his horsecock, and sucked hard.  Coupled with a hard thrust
into his hungry ass with my thick dick, Dave shuddered and arched his back,
driving several inches of thick dick into my mouth.

	"SHIT!  I'm CUMMING!" he roared.  I fucked him as fast as my ass
could move, racing to my own climax as my cheeks sucked even harder on his
swollen dickhead.  I got a sweet taste of his salty cum, then, a deluge of
heavy, creamy streams of dick starch, punctuated with thrusts and twists to
fuck my face.  My own climax was nearing its apex as Dave's waves of
debilitating cum squirts began to ebb.  I pulled off his dick, thrust hard
into him, and came.

	"OH, FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!" I shouted, each word shadowing a heavy
fusillade of hot dick honey into Dave's receptive, thirsty asshole.  My
climax raced through me, jerking me uncontrollably.  If not for Dave's
sturdy legs for me to hold on to, I'd have tipped over.  But, my hips knew
what to do.  Short, deep thrusts propelled hot, creamy streams of baby
gravy into my lover's gripping, milking ass chute.

	When I regained control, I leaned in and kissed Dave.  He returned
my kiss ardently.  The sticky cum that continued to drain from his slowly
shrinking dick glued us together.  My continuously leaking semen launcher
remained firmly seated in his satisfied ass.  I slowly, languidly pushed in
and pulled out a few inches.  Stimulating his prostate a little would force
the rest of his warm cum out, gluing us more firmly together.  Being
connected always made us happy.

	In a few more minutes, my dick slipped out of his tight ass and his
tired legs fell back to the bed.  I rolled away, then, came back snuggling
next to him.  "Best fuck on the planet," he sighed turning towards me.  "I
only wish we could have made it last longer.  But, the boys got me too
turned on to hold back.  I hope you don't mind."

	"Any sex with you is always good.  I never gauge it by how long it
lasts," I smiled back at him in the dark.  "Anytime you want more, you know
where to find me."

	He yawned.  "I'm bushed, but VERY satisfied," he said, stroking my
furry chest.  "That was fun!"

	"I'm sure we'll figure out a way to do it, again," I allowed.

	"Hopefully," he said dreamily.  If there was more to his
conversation, I didn't hear it.  I was fast asleep.

	Dawn was breaking, but Dave was already awake.  He'd managed to
back himself up on to my morning piss hard-on with assistance from last
night's lube and cum.  I pushed forward, letting him know I was awake.
"About time," he sighed.  "I was wondering if this was going to be a solo."

	"An ass that tight around my dick will always wake me up.  What
time is it anyway?" I asked sleepily.

	"Time for you to fuck my ass!" Dave retorted laughing.  "On my
stomach, your hard dick deep in my ass fucking me HARD!"

	"Need one of those 'use-me' fucks?" I grinned kissing the back of
his neck and rolling him on to his stomach.  He groaned with pleasure and
appreciation.  "I'll take that as a yes."  He raised his hips slightly and
pulled his hard ass trench wider, giving me more depth.  "You turning into
a bottom?" I asked slamming hard into his separated butt cheeks.

	"For that big-headed dick, I could probably be talked into it.
But, right now, I need your hard dick pounding my ass until you cum.  And
don't hold back.  You know how much I need this," he insisted.  I did know.
There were times when all we wanted to happen was to be used as a sexual
object.  This was one of those times.

	I set up a steady rhythm, pulling him hard into each thrust as his
hips met each downward stroke of my hard butt-splitter.  The combination of
last night's cum and lube acted as a perfect friction reducer for my big
stick massaging deeply into his hungry ass.  His big hands on my flexing
butt cheeks encouraged me to increase my pace and long- dick him.  "Fuck
it, Man!  Don't hold back.  Use me!" he urged.  I didn't need the
encouragement, but I knew what he wanted.  It wasn't so much the actual
fucking (although he loved that), but the big, creamy loads that I shot
into his ass and the way I lost control as my spasming dick started to
squirt.  "Give it to me!  Give me that LOAD!"  he begged.

	His milking ass chute did the final damage.  As much as he wanted
it, I wanted to hold back for a couple of minutes.  But, his need seemed to
be greater than mine.  I held my breath, hoping to delay my climax.
However, Dave's hands on my ass ground in my hard 9" dick so deep that I
was stimulated more than I could bear.  With one final plunge, his butt got
a second dose of dick cream.  His sighs of pleasure echoed to a lesser
degree my grunts and shouts of climax waves.  I couldn't deliver cum fast
enough into his randy ass, nor could I deliver enough to slake his butt's
thirst for my hot ball honey.

	Pure pleasure raced through our bodies.  My automatic thrusts into
him were met with his raised ass and large hands directing my dick to his
deepest pleasure regions.  Although I was balls deep, the thickness of my
dick continued to rub against his prostate button with each thrust and
withdrawal.  I could feel my dick jerk and spray deeply inside him, but
there was nothing I could do to alter what was happening.  Once again, I
was flopping on his back like a fish out of water.

	But, the goods were delivered and Dave whimpered his gratitude.
His hard ass rotated beneath me sending more waves of pleasure through me,
but not rubbing my dick too much.  We remained coupled for another five
minutes while we caught our breath and kissed longingly and lovingly.  My
drained dick finally slipped from his well-fucked asshole.  I rolled off
him.  He kissed me, looking into my eyes.  "You're the best damned fuck on
the planet," he whispered.  "I love you."  I smiled and kissed him back.
"But, if I don't go pee and get rid of some of these two huge loads you've
shot up my ass, I'll have a terrible accident right here!"  He jumped from
the bed and ran into the bathroom.  Soon thereafter, I heard the shower
running.

	I had to piss, too.  I made the bed and went into the bathroom.
After releasing the flood in my bladder, I stepped into the shower.  Dave's
back was to me, so I moved in behind him.  "I love you, Dave.  You're the
best thing that's ever happened to me," I added kissing the back of his
neck, his shoulders, and ears.

	"Show me," he smiled, turning around, presenting his 11" VERY hard,
black dick.

	I turned and bent over.  "If I show you this, will you be
satisfied?" I asked over a shoulder, smiling.

	"A demonstration is needed, not just words," he grinned.  He
reached for lube with one hand while running his other hand over my
rounded, muscle ass cheeks.  "You sure you're ready so soon after blasting
that last load up my butt?" he asked rubbing lube against my hot pucker.

	I backed on to a couple of his slick fingers.  "That feels nice,
but a big, black dick would feel a lot better and go MUCH deeper," I
suggested.

	He smiled at me.  "You're as bad as I am.  When we're with other
men, we love to top, but when it's just the two of us, we're always begging
to get our randy butts pounded and creamed."

	"You say that like that's a negative," I laughed.  He laughed
along, but pushed his monster deeply up my ass as he did it.  "Fuck!  What
a big fuckin' horsedick!"  He ground in the last inch and leaned over my
back, kissing my earlobe.  "FUCK!  That's GOOD!" I groaned.

	"Need a big load, Mike?"

	"You fuckin' know it!" I moaned, grabbing his hard ass and pulling
him more tightly into my butt.  Damn!  He felt good in there; especially
when he flexed his monster cock inside me and I could feel the head swell
even larger.

	He rocked gently, sliding about 8" in and out, making sure the big
head stayed in and rubbed my hard prostate with each insertion and
withdrawal.  He stayed glued to my back, his muscular pecs and erect
nipples rubbing against me as he pistoned my butthole.  Although I'd shot
off deep in his ass only a few minutes before, my dick was hard, again.  As
well as he was stroking my prostate, he could easily push me into another
climax.  The man is INCREDIBLE!

	For several more minutes, Dave made love to me.  He kissed my neck
and ears, licking along the top of my shoulders.  I twisted my head to kiss
his delicious lips and felt his black snake jerk inside me.  The harder I
kissed him, the more urgently he stroked his horsecock in and out of my
hungry hole.  His hands worked over my furry pecs, paying particular
attention to my pleasured nipples.  He knew they had a direct, stimulating
line to my hard dick and boiling nuts.

	Dave had me standing now, but his hungry, upward thrusts into my
ass lifted me repeatedly from the floor.  Being impaled on his 11" black
horn was stretching my ass chute and massaging my prostate more than I
could stand.  I tried to think of something else, but my throbbing, jerking
dick was overtaking my higher mind functions.

	His need to breed had blocked out everything else in his world.
With a final lunge, he buried his fat dick up my stretched butthole and
came gallons.  He'd drilled so deeply into me that I could feel his bloated
dickhead spray my churned up guts again and again.  Dave bellowed like a
bull servicing a cow and rammed deeper.  Again, I felt his ball honey
squirt warmly inside.  His hands held my hairy pecs firmly, pressing me
back into him as he thrust again and again.

	Dave's legs gave way as his fifth climax wave hit him especially
hard.  We landed in a heap with him atop me, his hips still breeding me.
On all fours, he flopped on my back as I had on his earlier.  I easily bore
the weight, relishing the stallion's cock, spewing more of his creamy cum
into my well-fucked, always hungry ass.  The sudden fall to the floor of
the shower had backed me away from my own climax.  But, with Dave's fat
cock still fucking me, I knew a few hand strokes would get me off.

	"Oh, SHIT!" I yelled and came hard against the floor with
resounding splats with each squirt.  Dave had recovered enough of his
higher body controls that he was able to short-dick me against my prostate,
giving me an even bigger climax than I'd anticipated.  Now, it was my turn
to lose control.  I collapsed to the floor, my tight, squeezing ass
bringing Dave with me.

	The water had cooled by the time we disconnected and cleaned up.
As we dried, Dave kissed me.  "I've changed my mind," he smiled.  "Great as
you are as a top, you're an even better bottom.  GAWD!  You're GOOD!"  He
kissed me again.

	"Same to you, Fella!" I grinned.  "That monster dick of yours
always manages to make my butt happy.  Anytime you need a sperm depository,
you let me know.  I love how good your big dick feels deep inside me when
you cut loose and spray my guts with your enormous loads.  I feel so
needed!"

	"There's more to life than sex with my lover," Dave said
whimsically.  "But, whatever it is, it has to be a very distant second."  I
smiled and kissed him, again.

	"Flatterer."

	"I don't need to flatter you to get into your pants, Mike," he
laughed.

	"Yeah, pitiful, aren't I?"

	"No, just easy."

	"Same to you, Sweetcheeks," I countered, patting his beautiful
black butt.  I bent over and dried my feet and legs.  I felt his lips kiss
my muscled ass.  "More toward the center," I leered over my shoulder.

	"If I do, we'll fuck all day long and not get another thing done."

	"And the problem with that would be?"

	He laughed at me and snapped the towel at my ass.  "Get dressed.
We need to do something useful now that we're among the Idle Rich."
Reluctantly, I agreed.  But, I did get another heavy drilling late that
night.  Getting fucked by a big dick is wonderful, but getting fucked by
Dave is the BEST!

	Later in the week, we entertained Robocop and his lover, Bob
Francis (the fullback).  We traded fucks with each partner before the night
was over.  Bob's big, black dick reminded me a lot of Dave's, but his
uncanny ability to stay hard after cumming got me off even after he'd
uploaded his cream into the condom protecting my ass channel.  Dave rode
Robocop into the mattress, just the way the big cop loved it.  When we'd
swapped, I rode Robocop's ass doggie style, while Dave pushed Bob's knees
into the fullback's broad shoulders and fucked him hard, just the way the
big man loved it.  They weren't more than seconds apart in climaxing with
us on the second round.

	Thursday, we spent most of the day with the bankers and
accountants, trying to decide what to do with our investments.  As the
biotech index fund was doing well, we left it there.  The balance of the
money, we split between tax-exempt bonds and bond index funds.  The stock
market was getting too strange and wasn't getting near a bottom (as far was
we could tell).  Technology stocks (except for biotech, and I wondered how
long that would last) were definitely out of favor.  After the market hit
bottom, they would probably be the first ones to recover, but I didn't want
our money to drop into an abyss while we waited for that to happen.  The
last thing we wanted to do was piss this all away with risky investments
and end up with less than we started.

	As it was approaching the end of the month, we started thinking
about how we wanted to celebrate our birthdays and our first anniversary in
May.  We were partied out (especially when we recalled that we were hosting
the Cinco de Mayo party for the block).  Going out was something we hadn't
done in a long time.  We thought about catching one of the drag shows, but
that wasn't our cup of tea.  So, after determining that we weren't ready
for a vacation yet, we decided that we'd hit one of the strip bars that had
recently opened.  One in particular was getting good reviews from some of
the guys at the gym.  Unless something better came along, we'd jointly
celebrate all three events there, just the two of us.

	We talked about taking a honeymoon/anniversary cruise, but couldn't
decide where we'd want to go during the summer.  The more we talked, the
more convinced we were that a cruise was a wintertime activity.  So, we
switched gears and decided to think about Europe for a summer vacation.  I
did some net surfing, but not really having any specific ideas what we
wanted to do, that was a waste of time.  However, the mail brought a
terrific idea.  We could bicycle through several great areas with guided
tours.  Some included barges and balloons as part of the bicycle tours.
We'd talk later to Brad about checking on the tour company, including any
good or bad reviews they might have.

	After a short workout at the gym (just aerobics) on Friday morning,
we picked up Joe.  He looked as delicious as ever.  We took him back to the
house and convinced him that he had enough cum in his big Italian nuts for
Ray later AND for us now.  It didn't take much to talk him into it.  With
both of us working him over, he was putty in our hands.  He eagerly agreed
to getting heavily fucked by both of us.  The hairy Italian daddy was
deliciously hard and eager to be bred.  His broad shoulders hit the bed,
his furry butt in the air, looking to be topped as often as we wanted him.
And we wanted him!

	Dave slipped his fat 11" dick into Joe's mouth as my big-headed, 9"
dong easily spread the Italian's round mounds.  Dave leaned over Joe's
broad shoulders and used his big hands to pull Joe's muscle cheeks apart
for me to go deeper.  Joe moaned around the cock in his throat and pushed
back into me.  The man was THE consummate bottom.  I reached beneath him
and tugged on his fat 7" sausage.  It was leaking profusely.  "We'd better
switch before Joe busts a nut," I suggested.  "He's dripping like a leaky
old faucet."

	Dave plunged in where I'd been while I assumed a 69 position with
the landscaper daddy.  His fat, uncut, Italian dick stretched my mouth, but
leaked so nicely of sweet precum that I didn't mind.  Watching Dave's
monster obsidian butt rammer stretching Joe's hole had the same impact on
me as Gene watching Kurt's boy ass take Dave's thick dick.  I closed my
eyes to block the vision, but my mind replayed in rapid motion Dave's
incredible thickness spreading the hairy Italian's ass.  Joe's expert lips
on my throbber weren't making the situation any less tenuous for my ability
to hold back.

	After several minutes, Dave groaned loudly and pulled Joe hard on
to his mighty, black phallus.  I knew the signs: tight nuts, stiffened
body, muffled groans, and a swollen urethra delivering cum.  Joe felt the
change in tempo and thickness, too.  He knew Dave was on the brink of
cumming.  I couldn't wait, either.  As I resigned myself to an intense
climax, I tongued the sensitive head of Joe's hooded dick.  Instantly, I
tasted a flood of creamy Italian "dressing" inundate my tongue, followed by
more sperm jets.  Satisfied that I had pleased Joe, I arched my hips
upwards to deliver deeply my starchy load into his sucking mouth.  Dave's
heavy assault on Joe's butthole was causing Joe and I to rock dangerously
apart, but not so much so that squirting dicks ever left sucking mouths.

	"Damn!  I needed that!" Joe exulted when we'd separated again.
"Long dicks feel so good, but Ray's incredibly thick one hits me so hard I
can't keep from cumming each time I starts hammering my ass."  He paused
for a moment reflecting on his last meeting with Ray.  "That's not to say
that you don't have a thick, BIG dick, Dave!" he quickly added.  "But, Ray
has something special that's hard to repeat even with a monster cock like
yours."

	"No apology necessary, Joe," Dave smiled.  "Mike's the same way.
No one does it as well."

	"Yeah, Joe," I added.  "It's a lover thing.  Dave's the best in my
book, too, just like Ray is to you."

	"You have dinner plans?" Joe asked.

	"We're meeting with Kurt and Gene to go over some final drawings
tonight at their house," Dave revealed.  "I think we'll have to take a rain
check."

	"Okay," Joe smiled.  "I need to treat you to dinner for bringing me
more business than just your re-landscaping."

	"You don't need to do that, Joe," I assured him.  "Besides, we're
paying for both."

	"Okay, let's say Ray and I want to take you to dinner because
you're our good friends."

	"I'm sure we can find some time for you two," Dave laughed.

	"How about tomorrow evening?" I suggested.

	"I don't know," Joe mused.  "Robert and Gary may have something
planned.  Let me talk to them and see if the evening is clear.  I'll call
you tomorrow."

	"Fair enough.  We look forward to it," Dave added, patting Joe's
beautiful daddy ass.  I squeezed his thick Italian sausage, producing
several creamy drops of cum.  Licking them off, I offered to fuck him
again, but he declined laughing, saying he wanted to have some tightness
left for Ray.

	After dinner at Kurt and Gene's, the professor and two college
students arrived minute apart.  Both students were obviously nervous, Cory
especially.  The professor sat in the back of the room where he could
observe, take notes, but not be in the way or be a diversion.

	John went first.  He was an asshole: arrogant, condescending,
A-list-wannabe faggot.  Dave and I instantly disliked him, but this wasn't
our remodel.  His material and his ideas were very good, but his manner
really put us off.  But, we kept our mouths shut.  Kurt and Gene asked a
couple of clarifying questions, but didn't encourage him very much.  As
John had another appointment, he left soon after his presentation.

	"What a jerk!" Kurt said under his breath (as John left and Cory
was setting up his presentation).  "I wouldn't buy a breath of air from him
if I were drowning!"

	"Maybe he's got a thing about fags," Gene volunteered.

	"With that much attitude, he has to be one himself," Kurt observed.

	"I hope you're a little kinder to Cory," I whispered.  "Take a
deep, cleansing breath.  You'll feel better about his presentation and not
carry over any of John's negative energy."  I can be such a guru sometimes.

	"I hope you'll forgive my nervousness," Cory began, "but, this is
my first presentation.  I'm not very good in front of a crowd.  I do better
one-on-one."

	Dave chortled.  "I'll just bet you do," he said in a stage whisper.
That brought down the house.  Even Cory was much looser after that.
Laughing at his own slip gave him the confidence and excitement in his work
that he needed.  Cory was moderately tall at 6'2", he weighed about 180,
had brown eyes and brown, short hair, and a swimmer's tight build.  His
smile was infectious; his almost childlike excitement about his remodeling
ideas was endearing.  He was the kind of guy anyone would instantly like.
His boyish exuberance was fun to watch.

	And he'd gone the extra mile.  Instead of one idea of how things
ought to look, he had two or three ideas for each room.  Shamelessly
stealing ideas from his fellow students, he incorporated their best ideas
into his drawings.  Even the Sub-Zero refrigerator was used in one of the
renderings.  In his drawing, though, it didn't overwhelm the kitchen.  In
all approaches though, the doorway between the kitchen and dining room had
been made into a wider opening.  He used a curved archway, a squared off
one, and saloon doors in three distinctive renderings.  His teacher had
dropped the hint well about how much the boys liked the larger doorway idea
last week.

	For the bathrooms, he'd added a very large mirror above the sinks
to give the rooms the illusion of spaciousness.  The glass bricks were a
pale blue in the upstairs bathroom and a pale green in the other.  Towel
racks were plentiful and strategically placed.  All bedrooms were
redecorated with only the master bedroom having new, larger windows put in.
The living room had added tall vertical (security) windows by the front
door as well as removing the dark paneling from the walls.

	"I could have done more with the other bedrooms, but the budget
couldn't tolerate that additional expense," Cory confided.  "But, depending
on how much you blow on the sinks, tile, countertops and appliances in the
kitchen, it could be squeezed in.  However, if you scrimp somewhere, you'll
regret it later.  Every time your look at that tile which is less than what
you REALLY wanted or the refrigerator that isn't a Sub-Zero, you'll kick
yourself.  So, any questions?"

	"Yeah," Kurt smiled.  "You got a boyfriend?"  Everyone laughed.

	"No," Cory smiled.  "I believe the appropriate response is that I'm
'between domestic situations'."  We laughed again.  "You offering?"  Again,
there was laughter, even from the professor who'd been trying so hard to
stay out of our conversations and Cory's presentation.

	"Sorry, already taken," Kurt grinned at Gene.

	"You did well!  How about these two?" indicating us.  "You gotta be
a couple, too."

	"Yeah, we live just behind them," Dave said.

	"Nice behind," Cory quipped to laughter.

	"We love being matchmakers," I put in.  "Kurt just beat us to it.
He always was direct."

	"I can use all the help I can get," Cory sighed.  "I have a zero
social life.  Too much school to have one."

	"A hot man like you?" Gene said startled.  "You must be kidding!
No time at all?"

	"There's always some deadline or test coming up.  I rarely have a
free moment," Cory admitted.  "However, I'm a senior this year, so I should
get a life after I graduate."

	"Where you been looking for work?" I asked.

	"Oh, around town mostly at architectural and design firms."

	"I wonder," I said turning to Dave, "if Randy couldn't be of some
assistance here?"

	"Assuming we can pry him off Jason, it's worth a shot," Dave
agreed.

	"Who's Randy?" Cory asked.

	"He's the former owner of our house.  He's an architect, mostly
smaller buildings and hotels.  But, I'm sure his firm does lots of design
work and can use someone with your talent.  An interview wouldn't hurt,"
Dave suggested.

	"You'd arrange that for me?" he said with eyes the size of saucers.

	"Sure, he owes us a favor, anyway," Dave assured him.  "However, we
can't promise a job, just an interview."

	"That'd be great!" Cory exulted.  "Thanks, Man.  I owe ya BIG
time."

	"We'll talk about collection later," I laughed.

	"It would seem that the presentation is over," the professor said
collecting his things.  "I'm headed for home.  Any last minute items to
cover before I leave?"  There was a general shaking of heads.

	"Can you stay for a few minutes, Cory?" Gene asked.  "I'd like to
get a better idea of what you had in mind for each of the rooms upstairs."
Not particularly clever, but it was effective.  The professor left, we said
our goodnights, and Cory got fucked to within an inch of his young life for
the reminder of the evening by two muscle studs.  His drawings and ideas
were used extensively in the remodel.  He was invited back frequently to
gauge the progress of the remodel as well as to warm their bed.  He also
got the job with Randy's firm.

	Saturday evening, we had dinner with Joe and Ray.  Of course, we
entertained them later in our bed.  Dave had Ray crying for more as his big
black dick fucked Ray senseless.  Ray's tall, furry, muscular body
complemented Joe's shorter, hairy one as they 69'ed with each other.  I was
plugged into Joe's always-hungry butthole as Dave's climax flushed Ray's
cum from his big nuts down Joe's welcoming throat.  The taste of sweet,
salty cum was enough to unleash Joe's nut cream into Ray's sucking mouth.
His climax gripped and milked me at the right moment to cause my dick to
finish the fuck that I'd started the day before into him.  With satisfied
grins, they returned to Ray's brother's house down the street and we went
to bed, this time for sleep.

	Joe began landscaping on a beautiful Spring Monday morning.  He'd
hired two Latino casual laborers to help with the heavy work during the
week.  As he also spoke Spanish, they worked harder for him.  (Joe assured
us they had their green cards.)  He'd said he'd recommend them to other
landscapers he knew as soon as this job was over AND if they did a good
job.

	As we were always home at noon, we provided lunch on the porch (and
a bathroom, if they took off their muddy shoes).  They started promptly at
seven in the morning, had lunch hour at noon (when they mostly bullshitted
and laughed with Joe, and drank a cold beer) and stopped for the day at
four in the afternoon.  The weather cooperated the entire week.  The
irrigation system went in easily, all the plants that we'd ordered were
properly placed, the stone walkways looked great, and the vegetable garden
(very small) was tilled and prepared.

	On Friday, Joe and his crew tackled Kurt and Gene's yard.  With a
judicious amount of trimming and only a few shrubs ripped out, their house
and yard looked 100% better.  The interior of the house brightened up with
the windows no longer blocked by overgrown plants.  The last item to be
done was a friendly hole in the fence between our backyards.  We'd picked
out a gate at one of the local hardware stores.  Of course, it didn't fit.
But, Joe knew what he was doing.  He was able to modify the fence and
install the gate with a minimum of fuss.

	When Joe presented his bill on Saturday morning, we added $300 for
doing it so well and so quickly.  We asked him to give an extra $100 to
each of his workers for their excellent work, too.  He agreed to give them
the extra money, but refused our bonus for himself.  We told him that if he
wanted to refuse the extra money, we'd figure out a way to get a terrific
"wedding" gift for Ray and him when they moved back to Las Vegas.  I
thought Uncle Clay (but more especially Linc, the home builder) might be
able to help them find a home that would be just their style (with an
appropriate housewarming gift from us).

	Remodeling work was to start on Gene and Kurt's home on the first
Monday in May (the 7th).  Bids from the two remodelers had risen slightly,
but had stayed in the $75,000-$80,000 range.  However, only one of them
could fit the boys into his schedule before September.  He won the bid.

	Kurt and Gene had shopped extensively looking for just the right
Sub-Zero refrigerator.  They finally found a model that would fit into the
space that Cory had reserved for it.  Additionally, they selected a
dishwasher, double oven, wine refrigerator and range top that would match
the new refrigerator.  Gene had a nearly new microwave oven, so they didn't
need to shop for another one.  They were better than $1,000 over target,
but they knew they had the money (they'd allocated $100,000 for the full
remodel).  Carpeting and other floor coverings selecting took more time,
but they finally agreed on what they wanted that fit in with Cory's ideas.
They backed off on granite counter tops, deciding that they were too hard
to keep clean (despite assurances from salesmen, and because of what they'd
heard from owners).  Tile decisions and sinks were decided in a couple of
hours at one of the companies the contractor had recommended.

	The details of the contract included all of Cory's ideas, down to
the drawer pulls and cabinet hardware.  A faucet budget was established,
but Gene blew that when he decided he loved the waterfall faucet for the
bathtub.  That added another $200.  Kurt blasted another hole in the
remodel budget when he'd suggested an upgrade to the carpet budget for some
very nice cut pile Berber for $500.  Wallpaper and paint were easy for
them.  It would have taken me a week, easily.

			**********************

	I'll never forget the evening of May 3rd.  It was a Thursday.  We'd
gone to bed early.  There was nothing on television (no surprise there) and
I needed some special loving from my man.  My butt was in the air, Dave's
face in my ass when the phone rang.  "Ignore it," I begged.

	"It could be Duane," Dave cautioned.

	"At this hour?"

	"Babies don't know about night and day," Dave smiled.

	Duane's voice boomed over the recorder.  "Someone's gonna be a
daddy soon," he said breathlessly.  "Carol's gone into labor and we're at
the hospital.  However, she's only dilated two centimeters.  So, this could
be a long night."

	Dave raced from the foot of the bed and grabbed the phone (much to
my sexual disappointment, and yet excitement about maybe being a daddy).
"So, Duane, how's Carol doing?  You sound awful!"

	"Hey, Bro!  Carol's fine, but uncomfortable.  The obstetrics nurse
is with her and she's doing great," he added.  "But, I'm a basket case.
You'd think that I was the one having these babies."

	"They haven't lost a father, yet," Dave laughed.

	"I know, I know.  But, that doesn't make it any easier," he sighed.

	"You'll make it," Dave assured him.  "Any ideas on how long this
will take?"

	"The nurse is an old hand at this.  She said that if the baby boys
haven't put in an appearance in the next 12 hours and Carol is still in
labor, they'll induce.  Caesarian is out of the equation right now," Duane
related.

	"She's strong and she wants these babies as much as you do, Bro.
You'll both do well," Dave said.

	"How's Mike?" Duane finally asked.

	"I was just eatin' his ass when you called," Dave laughed.

	"Damn!  Wish it had been me!"

	"I'm sure you'll get another chance at his bootie.  Besides, you're
supposed to be straight, Daddy. Stop lusting after my boyfriend!" Dave
laughed, again.

	"Okay, then, I'll take you, Bro!  I know your big dick fits in my
tight ass real good!"

	"Back off, Pervert!" Dave teased him.  "You got two, new kids and a
wife to take care of.  Spend your energy there."

	"That's gonna be tough with two screaming babies in the house.
Poor Carol will be exhausted all the time.  But, I'm taking a month of
paternity leave to help out.  Then, Carol's mom is coming down for a week
or so, then Mom for a while, too.  I know she'll need the help and you know
how worthless I am," he related.

	"You'll do well.  Stop beating yourself up, Duane.  Daddy is
something you'll take to instantly.  I know how you are," Dave assured him,
again.

	"When do we find out who the daddy is?" I murmured.

	"Yeah, Mike wants to know when you'll know who the daddy or daddies
are?"  Dave asked.

	"They'll take blood samples as soon as they're born and send them
off to the lab.  That's the same time they do the metabolic screening they
do for all newborns," Duane reported.

	"And the results?"

	"Another week."

	"Well, call us when Carol delivers and you have your brains
unscrambled, Duane," Dave said lightly.  "We'll be here."

	"Thanks for your support, guys.  It means a lot to me," Duane
sighed.  "I'd better get back and hold Carol's hand.  She's being a real
trooper through all this discomfort."

	"Call us with all the details," Dave added.

	"Later," Duane said and hung up.

	"Only a week or so early.  Not bad for twins," I declared.  "In the
meanwhile, I believe you were busy getting ready to breed ME!"  I rolled
back on to my chest and elevated my muscular, fuzzy butt.  "Remember?"

	"I'll never forget that sweet ass.  You are gonna get SO fucked!"
he roared.

	And that he did.  I got hammered hard into the mattress for several
more minutes before he creamed my ass with his baby-making sauce.

	After we cleaned up, I asked him how he felt about possibly being a
daddy.  He gave me a funny grin and asked me the same question.  "These
could be yours, too, remember?"  I remembered all too well.


Baby time!  Who IS the father?  Honeymoon/anniversary plans in the future?
Volunteer time at PFLAG?  MUCH more in store for our heroes.

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